The dragonborn left, taking with them a document representing the establishment of formal diplomatic relations between the two countries, as well as a series of business plans, diplomatic plans, technology and cultural exchange plans.
The official news of establishing diplomatic relations with the Holy Dragon Principality soon appeared in the streets of Cecil City, in every province and every city covered by the empire’s new communication network, and in the Magic Network. On the radio and in the newspapers in the hands of citizens, it has become a topic of conversation among citizens in the next few days, an investment inspiration for businessmen in the next few months, and will eventually become a source of inspiration for the governors and secretaries of the empire for many years to come. career.
In the increasingly warm days, the fields outside the city are already covered with green, and the wind blowing from the plains and hills no longer carries the chill. Only the smell of summer approaching is becoming more and more obvious day by day.
A breeze blew through the open landing field, and the black dragon crossed from the sky and landed smoothly in the area marked with white reflective paint. The side of the black steel armor surged with light. , the waste energy accumulated due to various extreme tests is continuously released into the air through the lattice structure, forming an unstable and billowing heat wave cyclone around the dragon.
When the cyclone gradually dissipated, Rebecca, who was wearing a white short robe over a single skirt, and Sonia, who was wearing a light green slim-fitting hunting suit, stepped forward and came to the man who was bowing his head. In front of Maggie who is checking the equipment.
"A very beautiful flight, Maggie!" Rebecca said with a happy smile, "Especially the acceleration in the last section!!"
"But still failed to break through' Missile limit'" Maggie shook her head and said with some regret, "I feel it's just a little bit close, but the magic power will always escape in the final stage of acceleration..."
"Yes. Ah, just a little bit close," Rebecca scratched her hair, "Obviously there is no problem in the Origin Laboratory... Why can't you break through that limit speed?"
From the Silver Empire, currently. As the exchange ambassador between Cecil and the Silver Empire, and also serving as the consultant for Cecil's aircraft project, Sonia couldn't help but shake her head when listening to Rebecca's words, and said softly with a hint of emotion: "The flying object's Extreme speed...is also a problem that has troubled elves for many years."
"In addition to 'instant magic' such as rays or lightning spells, and 'pathless spells' such as curses and illusions, Is there a speed limit for all missiles, fireballs, ice cones and other spells that require physical flight..." Maggie gently moved her huge body, lying on the ground little by little, and said at a more comfortable conversation distance, "' The name "Missile Limit" is quite appropriate."
"We elves are actually more accustomed to calling it the 'physical flight speed barrier'," Sonia said next to it, "because it's the speed limit. Not only magic flying objects, but according to our observations and statistics over thousands of years, no flying creature in nature can break this speed, not even giant dragons seem to be able to - all entities have limits, this is our conclusion. ”
Rebecca blinked and held her head in confusion.
Testing the limits of existing flight technology in terms of flight altitude and flight speed, and seeking breakthrough directions, this is the next exploration goal of the Magic Technology Research Institute in the field of aircraft, and the team led by Rebecca A series of tests have been carried out for this purpose, and what they are testing here today is the ultimate speed of the Wings of Steel - the test results are as regrettable as ever.
"If we can't get any results, our ancestors will be angry...at least we have to find the reason..."
"Let's do it again," Maggie suddenly said She cheered up, raised her neck and said, looking at the green wilderness in the distance and the more distant dark mountains, her tone rose slightly, "Fly again!"
Rebecca was a little worried He glanced at the other party and said, "Don't you want to take a rest?"
"Have a rest already - the dragonborn's recovery speed is much faster than that of you humans, not to mention that I am flying most of the time. The machine is working hard," Maggie said with a smile in her tone, "and I also want to fly again - the moon of resurrection is coming to an end, and I see that the giant woods in the distance have become lush, and there are beautiful trees over there. I want to fly over and take a look at the scenery~~"
When Rebecca listened to the scenery described by the other party, she immediately became happy (her mood was always easy to be happy), and she also Looking at the scenery in the distance, with a happy smile on his face: "It's true, everywhere is green. It's the last week of the Month of Recovery... Well, let's test it again. Ah, I suddenly have something Ideas!"
"Ideas?" Maggie was startled by Rebecca's last cry, but soon remembered that the other party's ideas were always novel and interesting, and she suddenly became curious." What do you think?"
"Can you bring a magic network terminal that can record images and take a picture of the giant forest and the dark mountains from the air?" Rebecca gestured excitedly, "Look. , although we have dragoons, it is still difficult for ordinary people to experience the feeling of flying in the sky, let alone what the earth they have lived in for generations looks like - you record a paragraph, and then we send it to the magic network broadcast Go to the center, Miss Jipri will definitely be very happy."
"Magic Network Image..." Listening to Rebecca's imaginative idea, Maggie was stunned for a moment, but soon. Then he followed the train of thought and showed a half-meter-wide smile with twenty-eight fangs, "What a great idea!"
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East Bank of the Gorgon River On the Imperial Avenue, a motorcade depicting the emblem of sword and plow was driving between the river bank and the plain.
"We are already far away from Cecil City, even far enough that the magic train has not yet covered the distance." The red-haired dragon seal witch Asarena glanced at the person sitting in the car window. Sir Gorosh next to him said helplessly, "If you are really reluctant to let go, you should talk to Maggie more when you are in Cecil City - don't say you talked a lot, I meanIt's the kind of communication where father and daughter sit down and chat about their daily lives, have a meal together and play chess together, and get along like a normal family rather than a meeting between superiors and subordinates. "
"I..." Gorosh looked back from the window, opened his mouth, but could only wave his hand, "I tried..."
"That's true. , it can be seen that you have worked hard," Asarena shook her head, "You have learned how to joke and chat with others over the years, and based on what I know about you, you were with Ma during those days in Cecil City. Ji's relationship should be considered the most harmonious between your father and daughter in the past few decades. "
"So be it," Gorosh thought for a while and said with a hint of helplessness but relief, "She is willing to smile at me. "
"That's a gift...forget it," Asarena waved her hand mid-sentence, "That's good. After all, everyone's situation is different. "
Sir Gorosh was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt relieved. He smiled slightly and looked out the window again, but no longer looked at the south that had been left behind - his gaze glanced Passing through the vast plains on the east bank of the Gorgon River, we passed by the vast wilderness bathed in sunshine and breeze, the rivers and lakes with abundant water flow, and the undulating mountains in the distance. Between the rivers and the wilderness, there were smoke rising from cooking and metal castings. The towers shone in the sunshine.
He lived in the Cecil people’s imperial capital for half a month, and this half month seemed to have passed through the most obvious stage of seasonal changes in the human country. The temperature was rising day by day, the plants were becoming more and more luxuriant, and all social activities and construction projects were busy. When he looked out the car window at the Holy Spirit Plain for the first time, there was still a trace of desolation under the lingering power of winter in the world, but this time. He looked at the wilderness, but the outside was already full of life.
This made him sigh: "The seasonal changes in the human world are really obvious - it is almost always winter in the Holy Dragon Principality, but here. The two seasons are like two worlds. I remember that last time these plains were bare, now there are farmlands in the same places. "
"Perhaps we should be more surprised that this was once a land destroyed by war," Asarena shook her head slightly, "We are passing through the main pollution area during the Ansu Civil War—— The Cecil people are rebuilding here. The cultivated lands and settlements were all built in the past year. They are building roads on this side of the river to transport materials and people to the reconstruction area. It wasn't just the changing seasons that turned the land upside down, but also the Cecil people's belief that they could rebuild their homeland. "
"...Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Grand Duke Baloger believes that the Cecil Empire is worth making friends with," Sir Gorosh was silent for two seconds and whispered, "In Gawain ·After Cecil established the new order, people in this country dared to challenge anything in order to live a good life. ”
Asarena did not speak, but just followed Gorosh’s gaze and looked out the window, watching the plants and rivers on the plain receding, and watching a certain person who had been rebuilt by the rebuilders in the past.The camps built in the winter disappeared little by little among the rolling wilderness...
...
There was a convoy passing by on the Imperial Avenue in the distance, and further away , you can vaguely see engineering facilities such as iron towers and cranes arranged along the river bank.
The tall man stood on the high ground at the edge of the camp, silently looking at the distant river bank. He was wearing the gray-blue work clothes commonly worn by the rebuilders of the Holy Spirit Plains, with exposed arms, neck and A small part of the cheek was wrapped with a white gauze bandage.
In the areas not covered by the bandage and gauze, you can vaguely see the scars left after the crystal cluster structure faded away, and there are even crystals that have not completely faded away.
The gray-blue work clothes are issued by the engineering team. The style is very simple, but the industrial fabrics from the Typhon Empire are of high quality, and in the old days, poor people would not be able to get one for several years. New clothes, this kind of new clothes handed out are already great things for many people.
The bandages on the body are to cover up and treat the "sequelae" left by the crystal cluster infection - although this terrible infection will no longer spread, the scars and crystals left on the body still affect many people. In the life of a healed person, the druids of the empire are trying to find ways to alleviate these sequelae. Now they can at least reduce the remaining crystals and scars on the body surface of the healed person by half. In order to cooperate with the treatment, the "bandage" has become a reconstruction area. One of the distinctive characteristics of those who have recovered.
The sound of footsteps suddenly came from the side. The tall and silent man turned his head and saw a dark-skinned man wearing the same work clothes walking towards him.
"Number 32!" The other party waved his hand in this direction, "Are you really here?"
"It's not time to start work, right?" The man on the twelfth said in a dull voice, "Is there any other work to do?"
"All you can think about is work," the dark-skinned man teased with a smile, "You are too stupid. Did you forget to take a half-day break this afternoon?"
No. 32 was silent for a moment and shook his head: "...forgot." "What are you looking at?" The man came over and looked into the distance in the direction of No. 32's gaze just now. He smacked his lips and said, "Oh, that's not bad... The railway engineering team on the other side of the river has already moved here. I'm afraid it won't be possible before autumn." Build the road to Saint-Sunil..."
"It will be very fast... It would have taken many years to build a road from Talon to Solinburgh."
" It sounds like you've had it done," the dark-skinned man glanced at his work partner, then patted him on the arm, "Stop blowing the wind here and go back to the camp. There's something good going on this afternoon - I came to call you out of kindness, otherwise you would have missed it."
"A good thing?" No. 32 frowned, his face covered with bandages, scars and crystals unrecognizable. Zhu showed some doubts, "What's a good thing?"
"Hey, how do you use that buzzword?"With...welfare! The benefits that the higher-ups have won for us! The swarthy man smiled happily, "I won't tell you yet. Come with me and you will know it when you see it with your own eyes!" ”
As he spoke, he took No. 32’s arm and walked towards the camp, and the latter could only follow behind full of doubts. They passed through the open space outside the camp and passed through. After passing the gate of the reconstruction camp, we walked towards the auditorium next to the residential area - the auditorium is a place that can accommodate everyone. The person who manages the camp will convene everyone there for a meeting to announce the work plan or material situation. The "teachers" sent by Pompeii taught the workers there, teaching them literacy, arithmetic, and "social order." Everyone was familiar with the auditorium, which was the most important place in the camp after the warehouse.
Many people were already gathering towards the auditorium
Number 32 followed his partner and followed everyone forward with confusion. He heard someone beside him chanting "Demon." "Shadow Show", someone mentioned "new technology from the south", and his partner finally stopped trying to be submissive. This man with a cheerful personality, who is said to come from a fertile woodland, smiled and said: "Today we will show the show "Shadow Shadow", "Shadow Shadow" Do you know the drama? It’s a play that uses magic technology—drama was originally something only noble men could watch! Now we can watch it too, and we can watch it for free..."
No. 32 listened to his partner's introduction and bragging in confusion - he was sure that this guy hadn't watched it either. The so-called magic drama, he was bragging to himself now, and he probably heard it from others dozens of minutes ago.
But this kind of bragging is not annoying.
He nodded cooperatively, which was a bit of a response to his partner's hard work. Then he raised his head and looked at the outer wall of the auditorium not far away. There were many figures swaying there, and the outer wall wrapped in thin iron seemed to be hanging. There was a large canvas with bright colors.
No. 32’s eyes froze.
He saw a young man standing on the painting, wearing clothes from the old era. Armor, with both hands holding a long sword. Behind him was the dark and sinking plain, but a ray of sunlight illuminated the young man's face, and the distinctive armor was coated with a layer of light.
The whole painting has a typical southern style - realistic characters, and rich landscape painting full of abstract and obscure symbolic meanings.
There are huge letters printed on the painting. The name seems to be "Fenghuo".
The person who created this painting must be a great master.
The characters in the painting are really vivid.
(Friendly recommendation is a book, "The Daily Life of Coders Saving the World". The author is an old reader who has been here since the Xiling era, and many of the original readers should still know him. Old Shen knows it, right? He wrote =. =)