Sword of Dawn

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Mirmina listened to Gao Wen's theory, thought for a long time and finally couldn't help but nodded lightly: "This seems to have some truth...but we should be limited to 'name', right?"

"Of course," Gao Wen nodded and said, "It's still too early for most ordinary people to tell the whole truth. The reverence and nostalgia for the goddess of magic that remains in the hearts of ordinary mages is still deeply rooted. In your current situation, there are only a few theocracy This is also the reason why the upper-level members of the council know. Let's start with the 'name' first, and let the world get to know you, the god who skipped work, a little bit."

"I'll just take it as your compliment," Mirmina smiled. She sat back under the golden oak tree and looked at Gao Wen with a smile in her eyes. "I will write my real name on the paper as the author of the paper." column – the co-publisher writes yours.”

Gao Wen was still nodding slightly when he heard the first half of the sentence, but he almost choked himself to death when he heard the second half of the sentence: "Cough...cough cough, what are you talking about? Why is there my name in it!?"

"I'm going to say that it's easier to pass the draft because of your name... You won't believe it," Mirmina said with a smile, the former goddess is obviously in a very good mood at the moment, "The real reason is—— I do think it should have your name in it. Remember those key descriptions of the 'unified volatility model' that you just summed up? That's what I was working on before, and I haven't yet Complementary content."

"Just based on this?" Gao Wen looked at her in surprise, and couldn't help laughing after a while, "No, compared with the research you have done these days, the few words I just casually said are not worthy of this name. I just made some conclusions based on your ideas, and Kamel, who has completed the magic fluctuation experiment by himself, should occupy a position more than me—he started all of this."

"His name is already listed," Mirmina put away her slightly joking attitude, and said seriously, "And you...maybe you don't feel much, but I've been thinking about the 'unified wave model' these days 'The most accurate and apt description, in thinking about it at a few key points, your 'offhand few words', is the answer I need in the end. This thing sounds sudden, but I mean it - I am in There are no jokes in the pursuit of knowledge and truth."

Gao Wen didn't expect Mirmina's attitude to be so serious suddenly, he was a little taken aback, but after staring at her for a while, he suddenly relaxed.

"I think I understand what you mean," he smiled, and exhaled a long breath, "When the name 'Mir Mina' returns to the world, you may and indeed need a 'partner' with enough weight. Well, I agree with your statement."

"Thank you very much, my friend." Mirmina said with a chuckle.

"It's time to leave," Gawain nodded slightly. He glanced at the time projected above a certain magical device not far away, and said to Mirmina and Amorn, "I still have to call my allies. Discuss how to deal with the dangers of the wasteland—see you next time I have time."

"Please feel free," Mirmina nodded solemnly, "Now that I have no ability to send down blessings, I still wish you all the best—and I will do my best where I can. can."

Amoen, who was silent for a long time, also got up and turned his head to this side. The pink and white flowers wrapped around the antlers swayed slightly. He lowered his head and said in a gentle voice, "Can you go with some cucumbers and eggplants? I just urged them here ,Fresh……"

Gao Wen: "...?"

After a while, Gao Wen and Amber left with a few entourages - they brought a lot of fruits and vegetables with them.

Under the golden oak tree, Amorn raised his head and looked in the direction of the rebellious fortress. At the end of the path surrounded by nurseries, a "courtyard wall" made of wooden fences and bushes blocked the chaotic darkness outside the courtyard. Inside the courtyard wall, this place that had always been desolate and depressing is now full of vitality.

"It's pretty fast." Amon couldn't help but shook his head. "I planned to introduce the garden and vegetable garden I just cultivated to them."

"Not everyone is as idle as you." Mirmina was surrounded by symbols and formulas that were constantly calculating, as well as words and diagrams written by herself. She glanced sideways at the holy giant deer beside her, her tone A little helpless, "I have been thinking about what you will do after you are free, but you really only play cards and grow flowers every day?"

"No, I'm still growing vegetables," Amon seriously corrected Mirmina's statement. He didn't seem to hear the teasing in the other party's tone at all, or taking care of these plants really belonged to this world in his heart The most important and legitimate cause in the world, and after correcting it, he couldn't help but look at his "roommate" twice, and said in a rather complicated tone, "Your name is really going to return to the people of the world again." In the eyes."

"Yeah... I don't know how those scholars and mages will react when they suddenly find out that the signature of a part of the cutting-edge technology is 'Mir Mina'," the former goddess of magic said with emotion, "and Those who have access to the confidential information of the Theocratic Council...they probably don't think that I am usually busy with this."

"I don't know about the latter. As for the former...ordinary people will only think that it is a special name," Amon said casually, "If no one mentions it, how can ordinary people associate a name that appears in a technical journal with Connect with the former goddess?"

"That's true, it's just a name," Mirmina shook her head with a smile, and then suddenly looked at Amon with strange eyes, "Wait, aren't you jealous? Jealous of mine Can the name return to the human world?"

"I envy you for what you are doing," Amon snorted disdainfully, seeming to think that Mirmina's thoughts were naive, "It's just that I found my name in front of the world, and got rid of the gap between my real name and my belief." It’s just that I have found my place again in the world, and I still have a whole yard to take care of, so I don’t have the time to write and calculate all day long like you.”

"Then you are jealous, the hair on your jealous body is not so shiny."

"You can say what you like, anyway, I'm going to continue...Wait, where is the flower seed I just cultivated? Did you sit under me?"

"Huh? I didn't!"

"I don't believe it, get up!"

……

Early the next morning, Hetty, who finally had a good night's sleep and regained her energy, walked into the dining room, staring in a daze at the pile of vegetables on the table in front of her.

"These are the local products you brought over from the disobedient courtyard?" The big butler of the empire rubbed his eyes, and suddenly wondered if he had overslept so that his painting style early this morning All a little off, "What was once a 'god of nature' is now dedicated to... this?"

"He started a greening project in the courtyard—frankly speaking, I was quite surprised," Gao Wen was a little helpless, "but it's not a bad thing, Amon is finding a new 'lifestyle', his humane The more he behaves, the more thoroughly his divinity dissipates, and the more reassuring his state will be. And then again... the things he grows are pretty good."

Rebecca on the side stuffed a lettuce leaf into her mouth with a fork, while chewing, her face was depressed: "But I want to eat meat..."

Hetty immediately glared at the Imperial Steel Ball: "Don't talk when you have food in your mouth!"

"Arrange a special line chat with Typhon and Baiyin for me this afternoon," Gawain said while looking at Heidi, "tell them that the situation is urgent, and they must spare time."

When Hetty heard Gawain's words, she immediately shifted her attention away from Rebecca, and her expression became serious: "Is it... a threat in the wasteland?"

"The threat from the wasteland, the threat from the sentinels," Gawain nodded slowly, "I'm afraid we don't have much time to slowly prepare, I hope to push as much power as possible into the grand stage in the shortest possible time." The wall... I have a bad feeling."

Hetty immediately lowered her head: "Yes, I will arrange it immediately."

Gawain nodded, and then looked at Rebecca who was sitting across from him with her mouth full of vegetable salad.

Rebecca keenly noticed the sight of the old ancestor, she felt nervous and almost choked, and then she quickly swallowed the food in her mouth before she raised her head and looked at Gawain blankly.

——Already prepared to be beaten, although she didn't know why she had to be beaten, but she was definitely right to be prepared.

But Gao Wen didn't intend to teach Rebecca a lesson, he just had something to ask: "How is the current situation of Project 115?"

Rebecca breathed a sigh of relief, thought for a while and replied: "The main assembly project and the main subsystems are actually almost completed, but the scale of the thing is huge, and the central system still needs to be adjusted for a while, mainly the servo wetware array. , they are still getting familiar with their 'bodies', and the newly installed weapon system is also..."

"Can it fly?" Gawain interrupted without waiting for Rebecca to finish speaking, with a serious expression on his face.

"Uh... I'm afraid it won't work if we dispatch it now," Rebecca was a little nervous, but she still replied truthfully, "I spend more than half of the time on the side of Project 115 every week, but some system adjustments and adaptations are not working overtime. It can definitely speed up the progress, and there are fixed working hours for the testing of subsystems and the fusion of neural nodes.”

"... Let it fly as soon as possible," Gao Wen said seriously, "Even if Project 115 can't keep up, let those general-purpose aerial platforms fly as soon as possible—we're afraid we'll need them soon."

Chapter 1297

A pleasant wind chime-like sound came from the nerve link, and Belsetia, who was sitting on the seat of dominion, slowly opened her eyes.

There are not many personnel activities in the huge control hall at the moment. The Temple of the Stars, which is cruising in low power consumption mode, is now slowly returning from the border area of ​​the Gaoling Kingdom. Between the beautiful support structures with light golden arcs on the edge of the hall , a faint stream of light is flowing slowly, between the low and soothing sound of mechanical vibrations, occasionally a slight buzzing from a certain system can be heard.

Compared with the sounds that these human ears can hear, Belsetia can hear the "echo" deeper in the temple from the nerve links directly connected to the core of the fortress: the echo sounds low and soft.

Ever since Master Verania led the astrologers to overhaul the depths of the Temple of the Stars and replaced those ancient systems that had completely failed with new energy arrays, the temple has gone through thousands of years of wind and rain. The wind and rain of the ancient sky fortress finally broke free from the countdown to decay and collapse. The overwhelmed energy system had a chance to breathe, and the anti-gravity engine group that was overloaded all the year round also gained auxiliary power. Improvement——In Belsetia's memory, this is almost the slowest and most comfortable whisper of the fortress she has heard from the nerve link since she took the seat of domination.

But she knows that this relief is still only temporary... The Temple of the Stars is too old, and the problems it faces are far from being able to be repaired by replacing a part of the energy array and engine. Although magic technology is useful, it is by no means omnipotent .

The technicians are delaying time for this air fortress - and it is only delaying time. One day the elves will still find a way to find a really long way.

But that's not something to think about right now either.

Belsetia rubbed her forehead lightly, recovering a little bit of the "misplaced" perception caused by being connected to the temple system for a long time, and at the same time looked at the maid Elaine standing beside her: "It's almost time—let irrelevant personnel Back off."

"Yes, Your Majesty." The personal maid Elaine responded softly, then turned around and waved to the attendants under the high platform of the throne and the royal guards outside the inner ring. They came out in order, and in just a short moment, only the Silver Queen on the throne, the maid Elaine next to her, and a large number of fortress monitoring systems that were running automatically remained in the huge control hall.

"The main control is transferred to the self-discipline mode, and continue to cruise at a low speed." Belsetia gave an order to the control system of the Temple of Stars in her mind, and then curled her fingers and tapped the armrest of the throne, a nerve connected to the throne. The cables brightened, the lights in the control hall dimmed, and the windows were quietly closed and locked. The next second, the floor in front of the throne slid away with a slight sound of friction, and a crystal altar-like The communicator rose from it.

The device was activated, and the responsible crystal array inlaid on its top quickly became brighter, and two beams of light were released from it, forming a clear magic projection in midair, and the figures of Gawain Cecil and Rosetta Augustus appeared in the Projecting.

"Very well, the meeting started as scheduled," Gawain looked at the two figures in front of him. He was sitting in his study at the moment, and the images of Belsetia and Rosetta were sitting opposite him, except for the edge of the screen. Except for a little light shaking, this feeling is almost the same as talking face to face, "Good afternoon, both of you."

The three empire leaders greeted each other, and without any excessive greetings, the thin, black-haired and black-eyed Rosetta Augustus immediately spoke directly: "I heard that you are exploring the Kingdom of the God of War in person. When you boarded an ancient spacecraft that went to the depths of the 'deep sea', you returned to this world two days later, and now you called this meeting for the first time... What did you find?"

"That ship is the legacy left by the sailor, and it belongs to an ancient guard system called 'Sentry'," Gawain said without hiding anything - the matter about the sailor once belonged to the Cecil Empire. Confidential information, but with the establishment of the alliance and changes in the world situation, especially the imminence of the common threat faced by the mortal nations, this part of the content has now been made public among the members of the alliance, and according to the weight of each country, each country has control There are different levels of information about the sailors, and among the three empires, this part of information is shared according to the highest standard, "I think you should be familiar with the warning of 'be careful of the sentinels'-yes, it is The 'Sentry'."

Gawain narrated everything he saw in the depths of the deep sea, the information he obtained at Sentinel's home port, and his observations and conjectures about the strange situation of the spaceship—in a crisis that could threaten the whole world In front of them, there is no need to hide this information, and clarifying the critical situation of the matter can more effectively allow the comrades on the same front to show enough strength.

During Gawain's narration, Rosetta and Belsetia maintained a serious and solemn expression almost the whole time. They frowned and listened to each word without saying anything. Occasionally, they would speak out when they had doubts. Interrupt, until Gawain's narration came to an end and the communication system returned to calm, Belsetia first broke the silence: "So not long ago, the Krakens salvaged the 'mysterious cube' from the dark blue webway, it is very likely that it is the Sentinel A signal for action?"

"If before this, we only suspected that the activities of those wasteland cultists were related to the Deep Blue Webway, then now we can almost be sure that the 'Sentry' is behind this incident," Gao Wen nodded and said, "It The cubes dropped are likely to be some kind of magic control device. A large number of such devices will form a huge system in the dark blue webway. Once that thing is formed, the sentinels and the cultists controlled by the sentinels will almost control us. The lifeblood of this planet - I can't stress enough the dangers."

Rosetta Augustus looked at Gao Wen: "Then what are your thoughts on this?"

"Mobilize all the power we can use to the foot of the magnificent wall. Now is not the time to continue to preserve power. After the border defense line is completed, immediately let the various advance bases march into the wasteland, establish a bridgehead in the polluted area, and start searching Tracks of those cultists. In the meantime... find a way to get in touch with the center of the wasteland."

"Get in touch with the Wasteland Center?" Belsetia couldn't help but frowned, Gawain's last words obviously caught her attention, "What can there be..."

Gawain's eyes slowly swept across the Silver Queen and Emperor Typhon, and after a moment of silence, he said slowly in a low voice: "The last legion of the ancient Gondor Empire...is still in the Deep Blue Well. Standing firm in the ruins, they will become our most staunch allies when we counterattack the wasteland."

Belsetia's eyes widened in an instant, and she subconsciously looked at Rosetta Augustus again, but she also saw a shocked expression similar to her own on the face of this serious middle-aged human being who always kept a straight face. After more than ten seconds, she heard Rosetta say: "I can't remember how many times I have been shocked by you, my Majesty Gawain—how many secrets do you still hide? "

"That's too much, Augustus, who doesn't have secrets?" Gawain spread his hands and said, "But the secrets of us people should ultimately serve the safety of this world and the survival of all mortals, just like Right now, we are facing the biggest security problem in the world."

Belsetia quietly watched Gawain in the holographic projection, and then she slightly adjusted her posture, leaning her upper body forward: "I agree with that statement."

……

Winter is coming, and the cold wind dominates the mountains in the north. With the expansion of snow belts on several major peaks, the city at the foot of the city wall of Winter Castle is gradually integrated with this world of ice and snow. In the snow and snow, the land that the Wilder family has sheltered for hundreds of years has been wrapped in pure white—and this is the most familiar scenery for Victoria, who was born and raised in Cold Winter Castle.

She stood on the highest terrace of Cold Winter Castle, letting the cold wind whizz by her side, and the snow was blown down from the tall tower by the wind, and there were many outside the terrace. She turned her head to look at the The old man beside him had an extremely rare smile on his face: "The mountains and the vast fields and valleys beyond the mountains are the shelter of the Wilder family for generations—of course, with the establishment of the Cecil Empire, , the new order began to be implemented, and the old system of land aristocrats has disintegrated on this land. The mountains in the north now belong to all the people living on this land, and the management of this land is the government office under the authorization of the empire. , as one of the three major consuls of the empire, I have returned the ownership of all northern lands except Winterhold."

Mordir Wilde walked to the edge of the terrace, poked his head carefully and glanced down, and saw the city built along the mountain stretching out in the field of vision, with smoke rising from the city, and a giant guard with a faint light shining. The shield covers all the places where there are people. He knows that he should have seen this scene before, but he searched his memory, but he couldn't find any trace of this scene.

So in the end he could only shake his head, give up meaningless memories, and asked curiously: "But you still seem to be in charge of some areas of this place?"

"This is one of my duties as a Grand Consul. Each Grand Consul is in charge of a 'directly governed province' that is the center of the empire's industry and military," Victoria explained. The power to call the shots comes from the mandate of the Empire, not from any innate power I have over these lands - in fact the next Grand Archon of the North won't even have the last name 'Wild', and my family heirs can inherit from me Yes, apart from the title, there is only family property such as the castle under your feet."

Modil has never been exposed to this level of things, at least in his memory. Hearing Victoria's explanation at this moment, he was both curious and surprised, and after thinking for a while, he said seriously: "Then your Does the heir have no objection to such a thing?"

"We had a frank and in-depth exchange, and he has no objection to it," Victoria said seriously, "In fact, Fendil is a very good young man. He can understand the necessity of the new order very well, and is willing to embrace His Majesty's New Deal—you probably don't know it? He entered the Imperial College a long time ago and graduated from the Non-commissioned Officer Branch with excellent grades. Now he has Take the initiative to ask for orders to go to the wasteland border in the south, and prepare to take his first step as a soldier there."

The duchess, who always had a cold face in front of outsiders, said, with a slight smile on her face: "I believe he will use his ability to buy himself a place in the empire, rather than inherit anything from me." Anything other than titles and castles... that's the way he chose to go."

Having said that, she stopped, and after a few seconds, she slowly continued in her thoughts: "It is actually not easy for the remaining nobles who survived the upheaval to accept this change, even if they have decided to stand 'On the right side', some things are more uncomfortable than death for some people when it is their turn, but if a family like Wilder is the first to stand up and support His Majesty's will with real actions If we decide, then things will be a lot easier, at least...we can have a lot less people hanging on the flagpole."

"...This is very good," Modil said after thinking for a while, "I mean the current order is very good—in Beigang, I have contacted the local government affairs department and procedures, and I have also communicated with them before. Having dealt with nobles from all over the world, the comparison between the two is obvious, and some old things really need to be replaced by new things, and there is nothing wrong with that.”

After hearing this, Victoria looked at her ancestor quietly for a while, and then said in a strange tone: "Actually, I was worried that you would be angry just now—when I mentioned those 'new orders', such as the one I gave up Those lands and powers, such as the current changes of the Wilder family... I thought you would complain about the 'decline' of the family in my hands."

Modil was stunned for a moment, with a somewhat complicated expression on his face. He looked back at the distant mountains and the smoke rising from the cities in the mountains, and he was silent for a long time before responding: "I know what you mean, but... ...I don't feel it. This huge castle, these mountains and snow, and those 'antiques' you showed me, you said there are many things in it, even utensils that I used back then? But I still have no impression .I only remember my first name and where it came from, but my connection to the land...seems to have been completely compartmentalized into 'another place'. Sorry, Victoria, I must have only Can disappoint you."

"No, don't say that," Victoria said immediately, "I don't mean anything else, I just hope you can have a better time here, if you really can't remember the impression of this place, you can treat it as a A place of comfort - where every door is still open for you, even if you don't remember them."

"I'm glad you can say that," Mortier laughed. "Actually, I am very happy living here, Victoria, there is no such nice room in the wilderness—and although I still can't remember Things happened when I lived here, but I still found something I like here, such as the soup for dinner last night, you said it is a traditional delicacy in the north, what is it called..."

"Mossack jambalaya."

"Oh yes, it's the mixed soup, I like that taste."

"Okay, I'll order the kitchen to make it again for dinner tonight."

"Very well," Modill said with a smile, "I think I can start with the jambalaya and revisit this place as a 'home.'"

Chapter 1298 Young people who left their hometown

When the adventurer who wandered for six centuries finally returned to his long-lost home, he began to try to make a strange land his hometown from scratch, and when the information about "Sentinel" began to circulate among the upper echelons of the alliance member states, nervous The atmosphere gradually spread throughout the mortal world. When the entire northern region ushered in the coldest season of the year, and the breath of winter had arrived—the actions of the three empires against the wasteland finally started intensively.

In the Holy Spirit Plain, the loud siren broke the silence on the plain. An armored train with iron-black paintwork and a heavy main gun was gradually accelerating under the action of the repulsion mechanism, heading towards the southern mountain passes. Loaded with supplies, equipment, and fighting Imperial soldiers.The snow on the plain was blown up by the wind, and some snowflakes swirled through the barrier outside the train track, and slapped on the train's thick armor and reinforced crystal glass windows. Among the snowflakes, the Imperial Second Armored Division The regiment's markings are faintly discernible.

In Cecil City, the armored personnel carrier convoy was driving through the wide concrete avenue of Knight Street. The vehicle driven by the magic machine made a low roar, and it carried the magic soldiers wearing the second-generation magic armor. Bright flags fluttered on the front of every vehicle, and on both sides of the road, Cecil citizens in thick winter clothes huddled in the sidewalks and alleys, bidding farewell to the children, relatives and friends who were about to go to the front line of the wasteland.

In addition to this regular army, there is another special team marching with the army. Their armored vehicles are all decorated with the emblem of the Holy Light, and a strong and powerful beast shrouded in the Holy Light is etched on the thick armor of the turret. The iron fist, the scripture cloth filled with the Holy Light Prayer is wrapped around the main guns and track skirts of these tanks and armored vehicles, and is reinforced with thick rivets. Fu's battle group is moving forward in silence. The white knights are wearing thick power armor. Every step of the armor driven by the magic mechanism seems to shake the earth. The armed ladies are wearing mechanical gloves and holding combat staffs. , a faint light filled their surroundings.

These teams are moving towards the military station in the south of the city. An "Iron Scepter" light armored train is already waiting on the platform. After a brief farewell ceremony at the station, they will board the train under the leadership of their respective officers and travel through the darkness The passes in the mountains, the railroads through the Black Forest, and together they ran to the foot of the Great Wall, and were distributed among several propulsion bases, and became part of the iron front there.

One block away, in a tall dormitory building, a pair of eyes looked out of the window. The owner of these eyes had short, crisp hair and distinctive Typhon features in the facial features. She turned and walked to the dormitory Beside the desk in the house, I saw a tall figure with long blond hair lying on the table and seriously writing something, and couldn't help but ask, "Mariannu, are you writing to home again?"

"I write it every week," said Typhon's international student called Marianne without looking up, "It's not the first time you've seen it."

"Ah, what I mean is how convenient the magic network communication is now. You can just send a message to your family directly, or you can pay more, and you can even talk to them 'face-to-face'," the short-haired girl looked at herself with a strange expression. This roommate with a somewhat rigid personality said, "How slow it is to write letters, especially now that there is a lot of wind and snow. Sometimes a letter can take ten days and a half months to reach Aldernan."

"Magic net communication has the benefits of magic net communication, and writing a letter has the meaning of writing a letter—although you don't understand these meanings," Marianu stopped the pen in her hand and looked up at her roommate, "Carrie , what did you see?"

"I saw another team crossing the main road towards the south of the city, and they are also going to the front line of the wasteland," said the short-haired girl named Carrie, suddenly feeling a little emotional, "...not Knowing what's going on with us, will Aldernan have such a gathering of knights and mages crossing the Imperial Highway and rushing to the wasteland?"

"Of course, in fact my brother was sent to General Andersa's new fort half a month ago," Marianu said calmly, "And I will apply to go to the border after I return home, the application form It's all written."

"...Go back to China," Carrie was in a daze for a moment, "Yeah, we are about to finish our studies here... It's really unbelievable that so many things happened in such a short period of time. I remember that just last winter, we even built a barricade on the corridor outside the door. You took two students to stand guard on the roof of the dormitory building all night. Everyone was worried every day that violent citizens would attack the college dormitory, and we All the security was built in those piled up tables and chairs - it's like a dream now looking back."

"Yes, it's like a wild dream—now that Typhon and Cecil are allies, and we will even fight alongside them on the border of the wasteland," Mariano nodded slightly, "Carrie, what do you want What are you going to do after you go back? I heard that you haven't filled out the letter of intent for graduation yet."

"I..." Carrie hesitated suddenly. She subconsciously looked back out of the window, only to see snowflakes falling from the sky, and the team rushing to the front could no longer be seen in her hazy vision. The castle-like towers and library of the city were also shrouded in the sudden dense snow curtain, "I haven't figured it out yet. My father wants me to go back and inherit his title sooner, and my mother wants me to enter the parliament - she said There are a lot of opportunities for young people in parliament now, but my grandfather is very against it, he just wants me to be a 'canary of peace' at home, not to participate in any political level matter……"

The aristocratic foreign student who was confused because he was about to graduate said, and suddenly sighed: "Hey, sometimes I really envy you, your path is clear and clear, from the very beginning you made up your mind to go as an imperial knight Throughout your life, all your family and friends will support your decision."

"It's not like your character." Marianne looked into Carrie's eyes quietly. "You are a cheerful and optimistic person. You were even more optimistic than you are now when we built barricades in the corridor last year."

Carrie stuck out her tongue, not knowing what to say for a while, she walked slowly back to the window, lowered her head and looked down at the scenery in the college—the snow had not yet melted, and the new snowflakes began to bloom. The flower beds and paths downstairs in the dormitory have been covered, and among the falling snowflakes, she saw a small figure trotting across the stone road outside the corridor, that figure had long light gray hair, Short as a child, he still held a heavy-looking package in his arms.

Probably the package in her arms affected her balance, or it might be because the cobblestone road was too slippery. The short figure suddenly became unstable, and her body was about to slip to the side. After seeing this scene, Carrie subconsciously waved her right hand, A strong air current rolled up in the path downstairs, helping the gray elf girl who was about to slide up. The latter was startled by the sudden change, and looked around in a panic like a frightened rabbit. Then, it took a few seconds for her to finally react. Following the induction of magic power, she looked up at the dormitory building, and waved her hand vigorously at the window where Carrie was.

"Well, it seems that for some people, the meaning of 'writing a letter' cannot be replaced by magic network communication," Carrie waved her hand in front of the window in response, turning around and said, "that little gray elf The princess seems to be going to post a letter again, I saw her running on the road with a package bigger than her head, and the letters I wrote to my family for a year don't have that weight..."

……

The cold wind whistled outside the longhouse, and the cold winter in the northern region embraced Windsong City, the capital of the gray elves, with her cold embrace. However, the city's central heating system newly built last year finally played a role this year, and the cold winter is no longer a need. Nested at home, carefully counting every piece of firewood that has endured the long test, in this ancient but young gray elf king city, the prosperous trading market continued until the end of Brumaire—if conditions permit, it may even be possible Extended to the beginning of the cold month of next year.

Wenna Baizhi wore a white cloak, and accompanied by the captain of the guard, Morelina, walked in the recently completed bazaar. This market specially prepared for winter has a high ceiling and a set of direct The heat exchange system connected with the municipal heating center, this advanced technology from the Cecil Empire has created an incredible, spring-like "warm shed" in winter, and businessmen from all over the world gather here In the huge market, they brought rich goods that were unimaginable to the former gray elf merchants through the northern railway system and the circumcontinental route, and these goods turned into huge wealth here every day.

"I never imagined there was such a situation in the world before," said Guard Captain Morelina, her voice husky, comfortingly magnetic, and her face a mixture of feline and human features. With a strong expression of surprise on his face, "It's constantly snowing outside, the entire moss forest, and even the entire north is already covered with ice and snow, but the number of merchants in the market and bragging travelers in taverns has only decreased by [-]% compared to the past. This is after some roads had to be closed due to bad weather."

"In faraway Cecil, the situation can surprise you even more than here," Wenna Bai Zhi casually said, "It is said that their scholars are even considering restoring a Tarrond technology called 'ecological dome', It is necessary to cover an entire area with a huge magic shield, and then create an artificial weather system inside the shield..."

"Wow, that sounds unbelievable," Morelina flicked her fluffy tail in surprise, "Is this what Miss Meili described to you in her home letter?"

"...To be honest, I really don't want to recall those 'letters from home', but this is indeed what she mentioned in the letter," Wenna Bai Zhi sighed, "Since she went to study in Cecil, I have It’s time to memorize all the paths and streetlights in that human city.”

This is a private matter of the gray elf patriarch's family. As the "foreign guard", Morelina of course does not comment on it. She just calculated the time in her heart and said thoughtfully: "Miss Mei Li is about to finish. Did you study?"

"No, in another year, she has successfully passed the certification of advanced rune logic, and will go to the Imperial Rune Academy for further study," Wenna said, "If all goes well, she will be a senior rune scholar in one year. Returning to Windsong City as an identity—Merry will become the highest-level rune logic expert in the entire Ogulei tribal country, and there is hope for our own rune research."