A huge magic network covers the entire empire. Information circulates on this network, and energy flows within this network. The originally loose and isolated human society has never been so closely and efficiently connected together. So much so that even things that happen in a distant foreign land can instantly span thousands of mountains and rivers.
Gerin, the tower guard, was wearing a loose shirt and sitting in his workshop. The double-thickened windows blocked the howling cold wind outside the tower, and the heating system inside the tower made the room as warm as the afternoon at the transition between spring and summer. The room, which was not too big, seemed quite quiet. Apart from the occasional buzzing or clicking sounds when certain machines and equipment were running, the only sound that could be heard was the sizzling sound of food being heated on a nearby heating table.
Above the small magic network terminal in front of Ge Lin, a big boy with freckles on his face appeared in the holographic projection, speaking with excitement: "...the neural network. The course is very interesting, and Mr. Magnum is actually a very interesting teacher. Although he has a loud voice, I recently discovered that he is not as rigid as other teachers at all..."
"You are here Are you getting used to it there?" Ge Lin couldn't help but smile, "Are the things in the Imperial Capital expensive?"
"Do you have enough money to bring?" Everyone is asking this - it is completely enough, so there is no need to worry." Storm showed a helpless expression on his face in the holographic projection, "The college area has shops and canteens specifically open to students and teachers, and things are cheaper than in the countryside. And I also found a part-time job that doesn't affect my studies. I help in the school's laboratory and I earn three pounds a week."
"Oh...that's good..." Green nodded. He started to say - he actually couldn't imagine life in the college, let alone what kind of "job" it was for students to help in the school's laboratory. However, from the eldest son's cheerful expression and the other party's description, he could still understand To a sense of contentment and happiness.
"Ah, I won't tell you anymore - the time is almost up, I have classes to attend later."
"Okay, okay, take care of me over there. You, don't conflict with your classmates..."
The holographic projection disappeared, and the runes on the base of the Magic Network terminal dimmed one by one. Gelin blinked, shook his head with a smile, and walked from the table Stand up from behind.
Sending the eldest son to the Imperial Academy seems to be a very correct choice. Storm is still very motivated far away from home, which makes this scribe-turned-tower keeper unable to help but make some mistakes. Come with a feeling of pride and anticipation.
It looks like there is going to be a decent person in the family who will be very promising - the tower guard thought.
With a good mood, he walked towards the heating station not far away, ready to get the hot food. However, as soon as he stood up and took three or five steps, a crisp ringing sound suddenly came from behind. The Magic Network terminal on the table lit up again.
This "ring tone" is only available after technicians upgraded the equipment here in recent weeks. The magic technology of the Imperial CityThe engineers made some improvements to the Magic Network terminal, replacing the originally unobtrusive buzzing sound with a louder ringtone. In Green's view, this improvement is very effective - the ringing sound is obviously better than the buzzing sound. It is much more penetrating, and now he will not miss important information even if he is in the next room.
The tower guard turned his head and saw that the Magic Network terminal had started on its own. The holographic projection above the terminal showed the rotating emblem of the Empire Network Control Center. This made him immediately become serious and walk quickly. Arriving at the table - the terminal automatically connected and displayed the emblem of the control center, which meant that the information coming later was a network-wide broadcast sent directly from the Imperial Capital headquarters. This kind of information is usually a big deal!
After a few seconds of ringing, a message from the Imperial Capital headquarters was sent. The printing device connected to the Magic Network terminal on the desktop immediately started on its own, accompanied by the sound of gear bearings rotating and paper. Amidst the grinding sound in the machine, Green saw this sophisticated device spitting out a document quickly.
He stepped forward and pulled the cutting folder of the printing equipment to cut the document from the continuous paper roll. Then his eyes fell on the solidified and cooled ink, and the words at the beginning of the document came into view: < /p>
"From the Cecil Empire Demon Network Communications Management Bureau - forwarded to all levels of hubs throughout the empire - archives at all levels of hubs - the following text:
"The Empire Mage Association, The investigation results of the Extraordinary Administration, the Royal Magic Consultant and the Theological Management Office regarding the recent incident of 'The Magic Goddess Stopped Feedback'..."
Green couldn't help but blink when he saw this - the Magic Goddess stopped Feedback, he has also heard about this matter. Although he is not a mage himself, nor does he believe in the goddess of magic, but he has been working in this Luan hub for a long time and is perhaps the most well-informed person within a hundred miles. Recently, Many information transcripts coming and going mentioned this matter, and many mages discussed the mysterious "disappearance" of the Magic Goddess in the magic network communication. It is difficult not to pay attention to it.
According to this. As far as he knew, this major event had even alarmed His Majesty the Emperor and the great scholars and great magicians in the Imperial Capital. An emergency investigation team was even set up there to investigate the matter. It was also announced in the recent Magic Network radio and newspapers. Looking at the members of the investigation team, the composition can be said to be luxurious - the three major consuls of the empire are among them, and several great magicians who were famous in the Anzu era are also on the list, and there are also "special members" Patriarch Wright of the Holy Light Church, "Tripartite Advisor", Living Saint Veronica Moen, and even the emperor himself appeared on the investigation team's roster as supervisors...
It can be said that , except for the founding of the People's Republic of China, Green had never seen so many awe-inspiring names appear in the same place in his life - he believed that even the most ignorant country peasant woman would be in awe when she saw that list. , and immediately realized how trustworthy and reliable the team responsible for investigating the gods is.
Now that this extremely luxurious investigation team has completed the investigation?Has the reason why the Magic Goddess suddenly stopped giving feedback been found?
Ge Lin, an ordinary person who did not believe in the goddess of magic, could not suppress his curiosity. He hurriedly looked down. However, when he saw the following text, his eyes froze for a moment: < /p>
"...We announce to the whole society with a heavy heart that our respectable and great goddess of magic, Myrmina, who once guided and protected all spellcasters in the mortal world, has passed away recently. Unfortunately, he died..."
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The information spreads rapidly across the entire land through the magic network, through this communication network that connects everyone, from Lu'an City To Winter Castle, from Shilin City to Changfeng, from communication towers to information stations, from the terminals of Magic Network broadcasts to the communication rooms of newspapers in various places... A nationwide broadcast from the Demon Network Communications Management Bureau of the Imperial Capital Repeated again and again.
At the Paramel Observatory, Morgan Hugo suddenly stood up from behind his desk. The respectable old mage stared, his beard trembling slightly, and a copy of the document had just been printed from the printing equipment. The paper spit out was lying quietly on the table in front of him, and the words on it were clearly legible:
"...Ms. Mirmina is a respectable guide and protector. , in the long years of human civilization, He has shouldered and performed the divine duties and responsibilities conscientiously. He has guided us through the darkness and ignorance of early civilization, and He has protected fragile mortals through the long night of early civilization...
"...Ms. Myrmina's life is a glorious life, a life of love, a great life, and a life full of battles. She is both a mentor and a leader who leads mortal civilization to overcome obstacles. Warrior, he has the courage to fight..."
The black writing on the paper was printed in Morgan Hugo's eyes. For a moment, the old mage completely lost his former sharp thinking and decent demeanor. He doesn't know what expression he should make now, or even what he should be thinking in his mind - just like most mortals, he never thought that one day he would face the fall of a god, let alone the god The news of his death would be presented to him in this form. The degree of weirdness of the matter was beyond the scope of human intelligence, so that the old mage did not even realize that this "obituary" itself was extremely weird. < /p>
With a bang, the door to the room was pushed open. Morgan Hugo raised his head in confusion, only to see another high-level mage wearing a robe standing there. ——That was the second person in charge of the Paramel Observatory, a trustworthy friend whom he had summoned from the St. Sunil Astrology Society. At this moment, the gray-haired mage was staring. , standing there in confusion and shock like a person waking up from a nightmare.
“Morgan! "The mage standing at the door finally shouted loudly, "Oh my God, did you see the news broadcast in the magic network today? ! ”
“I saw it... I also have a print file here, which was printed by the device itself...." Morgan pointed drowsily at the paper on the table, "Benjamin, are we dreaming? The goddess of magic...has fallen? ! "
"The goddess of magic..." The great magician known as Benjamin took a breath, and then quickly came to Morgan's desk. He saw the copy that was still exuding a faint scent. The print smelled of ink, and there were several expressions mixed together on the face, "...I thought I was dreaming a minute ago, but...damn it...Morgan, we..."
He reached out and grabbed the printout, mumbling for a few seconds before reorganizing his words: "Morgan, is this credible? Is this news credible? "
"This is from the imperial capital, with the signature and seal of His Majesty the Emperor, as well as the marks of the three great consuls..." Morgan Hugo finally woke up a little from his daze, He looked at the printout in Benjamin's hand with a complicated expression, "At least the document itself is absolutely true, and the message on it..."
Benjamin shook his head: "I haven't received anything from the Goddess of Magic for many days. Although I rarely prayed before, I can at least understand what the goddess’s feedback feels like. ”
Morgan opened his mouth, but what he originally wanted to say was not uttered. He glanced at the printout again, and looked at the sincere and touching condolences on it, and finally felt a strange feeling in his heart. Feeling: "This is a eulogy written by humans to gods...Benjamin, I always find it weird, mourning gods...can you imagine?" To mourn the gods..."
"But how else can I write my condolences? Benjamin raised his eyes and raised the paper in his hand with a wry smile, "How do you want His Majesty the Emperor to write?" He has exhausted the words of sorrow and praise..."
Yes, a condolence letter written by a human being to a god is indeed extremely weird, so weird that it seems like it should not appear in this world at all. , but as Benjamin said - if you don't write it like this, how else can you write it?
If the gods really fall, then humans can only mourn like this, Morgan thought. , he felt that the reason why he thought these eulogies were weird was just because...in his limited life, he had never experienced the death of a god.
Now, he may really have to experience it once. .
On the printout in Benjamin's hand, the words at the end were clear and sharp: "...We mourn deeply for the goddess of magic, Myrmena, and feel sorry for her fall. Such a dedicated god deserves it. All mortals, at least all human beings, in order to express condolences and remembrance of the magic goddess Myrmina, after joint research and decision by Emperor Gawain Cecil, the Imperial Supreme Government Office, and the Imperial Theological Management Office, this will be The 'Funeral of the Gods' and commemorative activities will be held on the 45th of the month. On that day, sirens, bells and horns will sound across the country, and the Imperial Dragoons will perform a grand farewell ceremony...
"His Majesty the Emperor hereby calls, We hope that all spellcasters across the country will observe a moment of silence to express our condolences.Love..."
Morgan Hugo closed his eyes. Although he was not a devout believer in the goddess of magic—or almost everyone was not a devout believer in the goddess of magic—but this The sincere words in this memorial speech still deeply touched his heart. He seemed to be able to feel the sadness of His Majesty the Emperor when he wrote these words, and was deeply affected by the emotions conveyed in the words.
As for the strange words and sentences in the eulogy and the weirdness of the draft itself...it doesn't seem so important at this moment.
How else to write it. What? No one has ever experienced this kind of thing...
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"This news will spread across the country soon..."
Windsor ·Mapelle sighed softly and glanced at the original manuscript in front of her. The expression on her face was indescribable.
Daniel sat opposite her, the old mage's face was as cold and slightly grim as ever. Gloomy: "In fact, it has been sent to the whole country through the communication tower network, but the newspapers and announcements at the end will be delayed a little longer. However, this has little impact. The mages control most of the communication resources, and they will be the first to receive the news. "
"Next... we will prepare for the 'funeral' seriously," Windsor nodded and said, "This is our first joint operation with the Cecil people, and we are still preparing. In such a short time frame for hasty cooperation, His Majesty hopes that we will go all out and not make any mistakes in front of the Cecil people. "
"Of course, we will not disappoint His Majesty's expectations," Daniel seemed to have an imperceptible smile on his lips, but this smile disappeared in an instant, "Then I will leave first——'Transnational Funeral The committee's still waiting for me. "
Windsor stood up and said goodbye, watching the old mage leave the room and disappear into the depths of the corridor. Then she looked back, as if talking to herself, and said softly as if she was seeking evidence again: " Goddess of Magic..."
There is no feedback in the spiritual world, and the end of the prayer is empty.
Windsor finally received no response in the end - probably the Goddess of Magic is indeed dead.