Chapter 1,028 Tacit Understanding

After this, there was a short period of silence. Gawain concentrated on admiring the exquisite patterns on the cup in front of him, Rosetta fell into thinking for a short time, and Bertila looked a little distracted - she looked out Looking at the changing symbols and geometric structures in the distant sky, he narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he was calculating something.

"Actually, I have thought about what you would talk to me about when we have an opportunity to talk face to face like today, and both parties are more open and honest," Rosetta suddenly broke After being silent, he looked at Gawain, his sunken eye sockets seemed like a pool of deep water, "To be honest, I never thought that the 'Outlander' would talk to me... about ideals and the future."

"If we don't dare to talk about ideals and the future in the mental world, then there really is no future in this world." Gawain smiled, picked up the tea cup and gestured slightly to Rosetta, "Actually, I am not an ideal. As a Christian, I believe more in realistic experience and natural principles, in real interests and in the laws of things that can be measured rationally, but because of this, when I talk about ideals, I am absolutely serious."

Rosetta glanced at the tea cup in front of her. The liquid in the cup reflected the clear blue sky. Everything looked as flawless as the real world. He said casually: "Then for the great common ideal, Cecil Will they withdraw unconditionally?"

"No," Gawain said calmly, "And I will ask for a good price."

"Ah, I feel more at ease. ," Rosetta's always gloomy face actually showed a relaxed expression, and he picked up the teacup, "Then we can continue this at the negotiation table."

Gawain smiled back. , the two finally reached a tacit understanding at a balance point recognized by both parties, and then Rosetta exhaled slightly. He seemed to be more relaxed and showed clear interest in this incredible space. He looked around, He said with curiosity: "What an incredible place... But I am very concerned about what will happen outside when we are talking here?"

"I have partially accelerated this space. As of now At present, the real world outside has just passed for half a minute," Gawain said, "Don't worry, everything is under control - such opportunities for conversation rarely come up, and I don't want to screw it up even more than you do."

"It's not that there is a brain growing on the machine, but that the brain is riding on the machine." Bertila, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly broke the silence, "We have indeed established a connection with you through it."

"That thing is... very surprising," Rosetta tried her best to choose a more neutral word. "To be honest, when I first saw what was inside, I almost subconsciously attacked it. It really doesn’t look like a normal weapon, but more like a product of some kind of dark magic..."

"I agree with this, and I am also trying my best to seek improvements," Gawain said helplessly, while glancing at Bertila seemingly inadvertently, "But I suggest you not to pay too much attention to the image of that thing, because it In a sense... this thing is actually a part of Ms. Bertila."

This time, when Rosetta looked at Bertila, her eyes were more than complex. .

But it was obvious that Bertila was not interested in continuing on this topic. She ignored Rosetta, but suddenly showed her concentration as if listening, and then looked at Gawain: " It seems that the situation outside is almost settled - Naritir has sent a safety signal."

As she spoke, she stood up, and her figure began to gradually fade in the air: "Then. I'll deal with the temporary node - before the network is interrupted, you can chat for a few more minutes."

Rosetta looked at the ancestor of Augustus seven hundred years ago and finally couldn't help but say. : "Are you in Cecil now? Will you return to Typhon?"

"...Sorry, I can't leave," Bertila paused slightly, then shook his head, "Forgot The name Bertila Augustus, everything is in the past."

"I understand," Rosetta said slowly, "Anyway, thank you for what you just said. "Shelter."

"Don't worry..." Bertila's voice slowly faded away as her figure faded, and she gradually left this space, leaving only one sentence in the air. , "...It's just that if it is a real god, it would be fine, but a mere fragment separated from the god... is not worthy of dying with the heirs of Augustus..."

Berti La left, and only Gawain and Rosetta were left in this vast space. In a strange but tacit silence, they sat down again and drank tea quietly. , letting the last few minutes of conversation gradually pass by in this silence, until Gawain gently tapped his finger on the table: "There is one more minute."

"I haven't been so calm in decades. It’s time to drink a cup of tea. This kind of silence is really... nostalgic, even to the point where I find it difficult to adapt to it." Rosetta put down the teacup in her hand and said with a hint of emotion, "Thank you for your hospitality - even though it is just In the 'dream'."

"You're welcome," Gawain nodded, then looked at the other party with a hint of curiosity, "I suddenly want to ask you a question - when the God of War breaks free in the final stage. At that time, you seemed to be preparing to reverse the magic polarity of the entire Winterhold and die with the opponent. Is that really your last card? Are you really prepared to end it all with your own death? ”

"Why?" Gawain asked curiously road.

"Because of what you showed me," Rosetta said slowly, "you are too terrible for Typhon - no matter how great an ideal you have, you first You are a terrible opponent, so as long as you live, I dare not die."

"...This is really a compliment," Gawain was startled for a moment, then smiled helplessly and shook his head, "Then. I may live for many, many years, but there is a high chance that you will not survive me."

Rosetta stood up expressionlessly. After a few seconds, he suddenly smiled: "I'll try my best. "

A vague dizziness suddenly struck, and the surrounding scenery began to shake and fade. Rosetta felt that her connection with this wonderful space was rapidly weakening, and at the same time, she gradually heard The voice came from the real world. He realized that the "time limit" that Bertila mentioned before leaving was approaching. Before completely leaving this world, he looked up at Gawain in front of him again and asked very solemnly: "What did you just say?" The land I was shown...how big is the world beyond the sea outside it?"

The scene in front of me quickly fell apart, and the endless sky and the vast mirror-like water disappeared into chaos? In the light and shadow, the five senses from the real world suddenly recovered. The whistling wind beside the ears and the cold air blowing on the face strongly reminded that this dream-like "contact" had ended, and in this scene, the last remaining trace of the spiritual illusion was During the connection, he vaguely heard Gawain's answer: "It's very vast..."

"Yeah, that sounds really good..."

A down-to-earth feeling came, Rosetta opened her eyes suddenly, and at the same time heard a voice coming from nearby: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, how are you? Your Majesty?"

He followed the sound and saw Pa Lin Winterburg and several high-level battle mages ran into the hall. These people ran toward him with nervous faces. In addition to being nervous, Earl Winterburg's face also had a hint of apology.

"I'm very sorry, I disobeyed your order," the Earl of Winterhold said quickly as soon as he ran to Rosetta. "You ordered that no one be allowed to approach the Secret Hall - but we just saw When a flying machine suddenly crashed into the wall of the hall, I was worried that you would be in danger, so..."

"It doesn't matter," Rosetta interrupted, "I won't pursue this matter. "

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked around the vast hall, but there was no one else in his sight except the Earl of Winterhold and a few battle mages - the Eye of God had disappeared. , the huge spider limbs could not be seen, and the "brain aircraft" that broke through the wall was also missing. There was only a mess on the floor in the hall, with broken bricks and tiles scattered on the ground in front, and not far away. A big hole was broken in the wall, and the howling cold wind blew in from the hole, reminding him that what happened just now was not an illusion.

"Where did that aircraft go?" he asked casually.

“It just flew out and ran away in front of everyone,” the Earl of Winterhold said with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance. “We originally wanted to intercept it, but all the wizard towers either The energy was exhausted or severely damaged and unable to launch attacks. Some battle mages who tried to take off to block were entangled by those strange flying soldiers - they fought with difficult-to-defend mental attacks. In addition, there seemed to be powerful enemies around those flying machines. Interfering with the force field, the exhausted battle mages were quickly defeated..."

Speaking, the loyal border earl quickly added: "But please don't worry, I have just informed Several battle mage groups nearby that are still able to move are preparing to launch an interception..."

"No need," Rosetta interrupted immediately, "The Cecil people are not our enemies at the moment. "

"...They just crashed into your floor," the Earl of Winterburg couldn't help but remind him, "Is this a misunderstanding?"

Rosetta was silent. After a moment, he said slowly: "...This is a Cecil-style support. In short, don't worry about those aircraft and let them leave as they please."

...

Gawain slowly opened his eyes, and the busy scene in the command post of Winter Wolf Castle came into view.

Philip came to him quickly: "Your Majesty, the psionic singer and the wetware server have started to return - the Typhons did not intercept them."

Gawain He nodded slightly: "Yes, as expected."

He believed that even if Typhon's army was extremely weak and exhausted at the moment, if they really wanted to intercept, they could always gather a few mage formations to upgrade. Sora went to stop the "Psychic Choir" team whose whereabouts had been exposed. Since they chose to stand still at this moment, they must have been ordered by Rosetta... This is also a normal situation.

After all, the "seniority" of those wetware servers may be many rounds older than Rosetta...

"Don't pay too much attention to the movements of the Typhons yet," Gao Wen glanced at the combat map hanging nearby, turned to Phillip and said, "Although the battle is over, we have a lot to do. Send a few more search troops to the places where the remains of the God of War fell, no matter what they are. Anything that looks wrong should be brought back first - remember to remind the soldiers to take precautions." At this point, he paused and added: "You may encounter Ti. Feng Ren's search team - although they don't have the same level of mental protection technology as us, they still have the basic siren runes, so they will definitely try to recover the remains of the God of War if they are approaching us. In the control area, priority will be given to recovering the debris. If it is in the opponent's control area...if you don't encounter anyone, you will also give priority to recovering the debris. If you encounter someone, say that we are searching for the pilot who jumped out of the plane during the air battle. In short, try not to talk to him. There was a conflict among the Feng people."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gawain thought about it again and asked casually: "Is Tire awake?"

"Miss Tire woke up half an hour ago. She seemed a little disappointed after knowing that the matter had settled. "She shouldn't be asleep now."

"The south direction near Shadow Swamp is the main debris falling area. Let her act with the search team in that direction," Gawain said slowly. Said, "She may be able to help us find more valuable Ares samples...but we need to send someone to keep a close eye on her to prevent her from eating too much."

After Philip left, Amber's figure Gradually emerged from the air.

"Where did you go just now?" Gawain asked without raising his head.

"I have been staring at that 'Ms. Diana', but she seems very quiet and has not moved much so far," Amber said casually, and then glanced at Gawain, "You and' Did you talk to the other side?"

"A rare opportunity," Gawain nodded, "I don't want to waste the opportunity created by Bertila."

Amber looked at it seriously. Gawain said slowly after a long time: "Looking at you... we probably won't attack Aldernan."

"Originally, this plan was not included in the priority list. It was just that the battle situation was out of control. A possibility later," Gawain said with a serious expression, "Typhon... it is not the hopeless old Anzu after all, and attacking Aldernan will not be beneficial to either country."

"Ah - I understand what you mean. What you consider is the demonic tide and divine disaster, and the overall survival probability of mortals in the face of disaster," Amber shrugged. She has stayed with Gawain the longest, obviously He also knows the other party's thoughts best, "Then you want Philip to send more search teams to compete with the Typhons for the 'gods' relics' scattered on the battlefield?"

"I hope to establish an alliance between mortals. The order of advance and retreat does not mean that we will stop and wait for anyone." Gawain glanced at Amber, "What's more, Typhon is far from being Cecil's 'ally' ——What happened on this battlefield is just a good start, but we still have a long way to go before realizing the order I envision.”