Sword of Dawn

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Gao Wen was a little curious, and asked again: "Then what if her identity is not considered?"

"It's okay to talk to. She really likes and is very good at mathematics and machinery. At least it can be seen that she usually studies seriously, but she is obviously still thinking about other things, knowledge in the field of magic... she Claiming that it is her hobby, but in fact it probably only accounts for a small part," Rebecca frowned while speaking, "She is much more tired than I am."

Gao Wen looked at the girl quite surprised: "You can still feel such a profound thing?"

Rebecca immediately waved her hands: "Hey, you don't understand the way girls communicate, sir."

Gao Wen was not angry, but just looked at Rebecca with a little doting, and shook his head: "That Princess Typhon is indeed more tired than you, I can feel the tense atmosphere around her all the time— — she's still young, and not good at hiding it."

Rebecca listened to Gawain's words, but thought about it carefully, and muttered hesitantly: "Hey, Mr. Zu, do you think I should learn a little too? I'm more or less a princess, if one day you Lie down again..."

Just halfway through the sentence, the girl came to her senses, and she didn't dare to say the second half of the sentence. She just shrank her neck and carefully looked up at Gao Wen's face—the improvement of this girl lies in the fact that she is now Before she was beaten, she realized that there were some things she couldn't say, but the regret was that the half of what she said was still enough for the listener to complete the rest, so Gawain's face suddenly became weird.

He looked at Rebecca, who was shrinking his neck, with complicated eyes, and suddenly felt a little sigh in his heart—maybe one day, his rule will come to an end, and Rebecca... I am afraid that he will be able to get him up again.

Thinking about it carefully, he felt that he should work hard, and when he reached the end of his rule, he would make this stupid roe deer king...

Rebecca didn't know what was going on in Gawain's mind (even if she knew it, she probably didn't have any thoughts), she just dazed for a while, and then seemed to think of something suddenly: "By the way, Mr. Ancestor, Typhon's Now that the mission is gone, it should be the mission of the Holy Dragon Principality next, right?"

Gao Wen was a little surprised that Rebecca would actually remember this matter seriously, and then nodded: "Byron has already set off for the north, and besides building the North Port, his other mission is to meet the mission of the Holy Dragon Principality. In fact, according to the original plan, the envoys of the Holy Dragon Principality were to arrive at the southern border before the end of the cold month, but the letter mediation between the two parties was delayed for a while, and now it seems that they will arrive at the southern border at least until the recovery month. But This is also good, we can stagger the Typhon people, and our arrangement will be easier."

"That's great..." Rebecca narrowed her eyes and smiled expectantly, "They are Maggie's clan... I wonder if we can make friends."

friend……

Gao Wen's eyes were deep, thinking about this word quietly.

The descendants of dragons with mysterious backgrounds and unknown connection with the giant dragon of Tarrond... If they can really be drawn into Cecil's settlement area, that would indeed be a good thing.

Chapter 0826 The Gift of the Recovery Moon

The cold winter has finally left the northern country, and the recovery moon has come to this land with a large-scale rainfall across the country.

Cecil is like a never-ending industrial machine, the cold winter has not stopped its operation, and the relatively warm spring is more like lubricating grease, allowing this huge machine to quickly return to life, bursting out every day power and quickly return to full power.

On the north bank of the Baishui River, in the Northern Development Zone of Cecil, the chilly river wind blew over the still wet ground, and then there were layers of shimmering water waves surging on the surface, and the originally solid ground seemed to melt in an instant. Surge, soften down.

A large black-painted engineering vehicle hummed lowly. The mechanical structure at the front of the engineering vehicle raised two metal long rails arranged in parallel. The runes on the long rails inlaid with the guide metal flashed. The complex mechanical structure The position of the rune trigger was adjusted back and forth, so that the long rail maintained a constant magic effect, continuously illuminating the softening ground in front of the construction vehicle.

A surveyor holding a special magic terminal is constantly checking the data, and the light beam in front of the magic terminal sweeps across the ground that is being transformed into mud by fossils——

"The conversion rate is 0.8, reaching the predetermined depth - put down the pile!"

The lifting equipment boomed, and the reinforced concrete pillars prepared in advance and whose bottoms were covered with runes were suspended and sent to the predetermined position, and were smoothly immersed in the fluidized ground. As the predetermined marking line was completely submerged, the measurement The mechanic gave a signal to the mechanic who was operating the crane, and the mechanic who was in charge of controlling the black engineering vehicle turned on the on-board communicator at hand and reported loudly:

"Car No. [-] is preparing to reverse polarity, clear the surrounding area!" "The surrounding area is safe, and Car No. [-] can reverse polarity."

The mechanical interlocking device made a clicking sound, and the combination of runes was switched at the same time. Amidst the humming sound, the surface of the "irradiation guide rail" radiated light, and the ground began to harden slowly...

The wind blew across the high platform next to the construction site, and the great architect Gordon looked away from the blueprint in his hand. He watched the busy construction machinery not far away and the workers busy between the machines, with emotion in his tone: "This It's the first pillar this spring...it's going down pretty smooth, hopefully that's a good sign."

"'Omen' is a meaningless word," said a metallic trembling sound from the silver-white metal ball floating beside Gordon, "some isolated events without logical connections can't indicate the future. I'd rather Love exact math and machines - at least they don't have as many variables."

"I also like accurate numbers and machines. The former can make the drawings more useful, and the latter can speed up the progress of the project." Gordon smiled and looked at the great craftsman beside him, "Mr. Nicholas, I'm actually curious, this facility What is it for? You actually need a 'big craftsman' like you to personally debug the equipment...Of course, if it involves a confidentiality agreement, then I won't ask."

"The name can tell you—this is the future Imperial Computing Center. Of course, its external name has not yet been decided," Nicholas Eggman, the great craftsman of the Empire, heaved his body up and down slightly, and a message came from his chubby body A proud voice said, "It's full of high-tech things inside. Although theoretically, the gang of mechanical bachelors under me can also handle it, but His Majesty still asked me to assemble its core area by myself, just to be on the safe side."

"Computing Center?" Gordon frowned. "Mathematics? What a strange name..."

"Sooner or later you will know what it is used for, Mr. Gordon." Nicholas Dan said with a rising tone, and at the same time slowly raised his body. The happy smiling face slowly rotated, and on his smooth metal surface, the far and near scenes of the entire development zone were reflected.

There are large areas of construction sites under construction, groups of rumbling machines, and busy workers passing between areas. The Cecilians are embracing this spring of revival of all things——

……

The low hum of equipment came from the room on the upper floor of the hub tower, and the high-power magic crystal antenna slowly rotated outside the window, and the tip of one of the mechanical arms happened to sweep in the direction of Cecil City.

The crystal glass blocked the cold wind, and the heating device inside the tower was running at the lowest power. The tower keeper, Green, was wearing a light linen shirt, stirring the steaming drink in the coffee cup. to the window.

A flock of birds flew over the tower, leaving a series of chirping in the clear sky. They bypassed the powerful magic net hub tower far away, and did not leave any traces on the head of this sophisticated facility. Download anything "annoying".

The tower keeper nodded in satisfaction: the new device applied for last year has produced satisfactory results. Facts have proved that the smart people in the research institute and design bureau have more methods than ordinary people like him, and only need the lowest level of "animal scaring" "Spell", it can keep the flock of birds traveling north and south away from the tower - it consumes less energy than the shield, and there is no need to worry about the extra weight brought by the physical shield.

There is no need to clean up the bird droppings accumulated under the antenna shaft, and there is no need to pick out those poor birds that have been stunned and smashed to death in the crystal array.

Green stood in front of the observation window, took a small sip of the still hot coffee, then turned and returned to his workbench, ready to check the operation of the hub tower as usual.

The printing device connected to the magic network terminal has spit out a long piece of paper, on which are information records that need special attention-not all the information will be printed out, only the specially marked information, the failure receipt of key nodes, and the general hub sent to The orders of each towerkeeper will be automatically printed to prevent omissions.

Of course, as the tower guard of Luan Junction, Green also has some small "privileged treatment". The other two kinds of newspapers for entertainment - also through the printing device connected to the magic network terminal.

For those who like to read, newspapers are a better pastime than radio shows.

All of this did not exist from the beginning, but was gradually improved after the hub tower was established. In the foreseeable future, they will definitely continue to improve.

Ge Lin sat down next to the workbench, pulled the printer's paper cutting hook, took out the long paper from the machine, and then carefully cut it according to the content. He picked out a few newspapers and folded them neatly. Aside - newspapers are the tower keeper's common property, and he doesn't want them defaced before his colleagues come to change shifts.

Resisting the idea of ​​reading the newspaper first, Ge Lin first carefully checked the reports of each node and confirmed the real-time status of the equipment, then picked up the newspaper he put aside and flipped through it casually.

"The end of winter, the provinces of the empire began to enter the spring production - Cecil will embrace this spring"

"It's all started...I don't know if the factories in the city will recruit temporary workers this spring...Storm is old enough, write a letter to his family and let him go to the factory as an apprentice, maybe he can follow suit Some skills... It is still difficult to support five children at one time, although the city has reduced or exempted tuition fees, but that is five mouths to eat... There must be more money-earners to subsidize the family..."

With various thoughts in his mind, the tower guard slowly took a blank piece of paper from the side, picked up a pen, and began to write a letter home to his wife who stayed in the city.

As a scribe, he is still more accustomed to the touch of the pen tip across the paper, which makes him feel more at ease than the "alphabet palette" of the magic net terminal.

But when he wrote the child's name, he suddenly hesitated.

Storm is the oldest child in the family. He has reached the age where he can work in a factory, but he has always been interested in mathematics, and now he likes runes. The night school literacy teacher has always said that he is very talented as a rune teacher... But that is already beyond the scope of general education schools, you have to study in specialized colleges...

The other kids are young, just the right age to learn things, and they should all be reading, but... Storm really likes math and runes...

Unknowingly, Green's pen slowly stopped.

He has been a tower keeper on this tower for two years. He has watched the changes in the Luan area and the news from all over the world. He has forwarded the latest mobilization order of the government affairs department and the latest news about current affairs.

In Ansu 738, on the 1st day of the Harvest Moon in the first year of the empire, the real-time images and broadcast announcements of Emperor Gaowen's coronation were forwarded from this Lu'an hub to the entire southern territory. He and his colleagues witnessed here The moment the country was reborn from the flames of war.

So he reads more and understands more than others - he knows how important it is to go to school in this era, and he knows that real modern knowledge can only be learned in school - he can't teach like his father Just like you can read by yourself, teach your children what is called advanced mathematics and what is called mechanical principle.

He also knows that Emperor Gawain Cecil has been committed to freeing every commoner from ignorance, to giving all children the opportunity to go to school, and even established a large number of free schools for this purpose, so that every family in the southern border can at least There is one child who can go to school free of charge, board and lodging for free.

But he has five children.

The relatively generous salary of the tower keeper also seems a bit stretched in front of five children-especially when he wants to send all five children to school.

The nib of the pen fell on the paper at some point, but because it did not move for a long time, a piece of black ink oozes out. When Ge Lin noticed this, several letters had been stained with ink and could not be seen. Cleared up.

He sighed, and was about to rewrite, when the printing device next to him suddenly creaked and spit out a new piece of content.

Green immediately put down the pen and paper, pulled the printer's cutting hook to remove the message that had just been delivered, and carefully looked at the content on it.

He first saw the sword and plow emblem at the top of the page, and the words Luan City behind the emblem, and realized that this was a notice from the city hall, and then he was surprised to see his name appearing in the notice:

Submit to Green, Tower Keeper of Luan Junction:

After the evaluation of the City Hall, the "Hub Tower Improvement Proposal" you submitted in the Fire Moon of Ansu 737 has great value, and has played a certain role in promoting the subsequent actual improvement plan. ", a reward of 125 gold pounds will be issued together with this month's salary. We hereby inform you.

Note: Due to the adjustment of the functions of the statistics department and the restructuring of the Imperial Government Office system, this reward has been postponed until now, please understand.

enjoy working.

——Cecile, Luan City Council, 2nd Year of Recovery, 2nd

Greene read the paper again, and then again.

125 gold pounds, that's a lot of money.

There was a somewhat puzzled expression on his face, then suddenly, and finally he smiled belatedly, stood up happily, and walked around the working room.

He picked up the coffee on the table—it was completely cold—and drank it down, then picked up the notice and read it again before sitting back in the chair.

After picking up a new piece of letter paper, he took a deep breath and wrote fluent words on it:

"Dear Sarah, I have a bonus.

"I want to send my kids to school, they're all of school age...

"Tell Storm the good news. He can learn runes or real magic techniques. He can even go to Imperial College, if he can pass the exam there. I heard there are the best..."

After writing the signature and carefully checking every letter on it, Greene nodded and placed the letter on the metal platform next to the magic terminal.

There is no need for a postman or delivery. Ordinary letters can be delivered directly to the "Magic Net", and soon a copy of this letter will appear in the public Magic Net Center in Luan City. If all goes well, within a few hours It will be sent to the wife.

After doing all this, Green let out a long breath, got up and went to the window.

In the wilderness in the distance, there are machines driving towards the farmland. After the spring rain, the land seems to be green soon.

Chapter 0827 The Spring Wind

For people living in the eastern part of the Holy Spirit Plain at this time, the arrival of spring not only means the end of winter and warmer weather, but also the most crucial turning point of a "battle".

After a harsh winter, the reconstruction of the Holy Spirit Plain will be back on track with the coming of the Recovery Moon. The day when the ice melts is the day when human beings will move towards their former homeland again.

Red Maple rebuilds the southern stronghold of the camp.

Sitting behind the desk was a druid doctor in a white and green-edged uniform, looking at a form in front of him. After scanning the records on it, the tall and thin young man raised his head and looked at Silence standing in front of him. Across the table was a tall, hooded man.

"From the eastern border area? Voluntarily signed up?"

The hooded man hummed briefly, seemingly unwilling to speak.

The druid doctor in charge of registration is no stranger to this situation. He has received hundreds of recovered patients, and the crystallized infection has caused unimaginable trauma to them. This trauma is not only physical—— But he believes that every recovered person has a chance to return to a normal life, at least, they will be accepted here.

"Take off your hood," said the doctor, "don't worry, I've seen a lot."

The tall man was still silent, but at least he was quite cooperative. He reached out and took off the hood on his head, and then took off the scarf that covered his face.

A face covered with black scabs and residual crystals appeared in front of the doctor. The scars left by the erosion of the crystals spread all the way along the cheeks, and even spread into the collar.

"...It's lucky that you survived," the young doctor looked at the scars and crystals for a moment, then shook his head slightly sighing and said, "But don't worry, there are still many people like you here—— Tens of thousands of infected people have been laid down, but this land still welcomes you - this is your number plate."

The young doctor handed a metal plate pressed by a machine to the "healed person" in front of him. The metal plate flashed with fine grid lines and a striking number - 32.

"Number 32..." The tall man whispered the number above, his voice hoarse, with the trauma left by the crystallized infection.

"You can put your name on the back or not - a lot of people who recover have given themselves new names and you can do that too. But the statistics department only recognizes your number, which is the same for everyone .”

The tall man didn't respond, but asked hoarsely after a moment of silence: "When do I go to work?"

"Don't worry, someone will take you to the place where you work tomorrow morning," the young doctor laughed. "Before that, you can familiarize yourself with this place and the atmosphere—"

The roar of the machine came from outside the window along with the cries of the workers.

The tall, silent man looked out the window and saw a large vehicle covered with tarpaulins parked on the open ground. Workers were working together to carry the sacks unloaded from the vehicle. Young officials in uniform stood beside them, talking with The team leader talked, and among the unloading workers, there were both healthy ordinary people and healers with scars and crystal remnants on their bodies.

The doctor stood up from behind the table and came to the window: "Welcome to the Red Maple Reconstruction Area, everything will be fine—just like this land, everything will eventually be rebuilt."

Another large truck covered with tarpaulin drove into the camp area. The warmer wind swept over the flagpole on the square and blew the straps on the side of the truck to fix the tarpaulin. More builders rushed up and cooperated skillfully. Carefully carry the wooden boxes and sacks unloaded from the car.

"This is the last batch of food that can be raised in the western region," the team leader looked at the last truck and said to the young officials beside him, "I hope this can help you."

"It's enough," the young government official in a coat nodded, "the supplies in reserve are enough for us to last until the harvest season, and we will definitely resume production before then."

The team captain with strong arms and a beard looked forward with emotion, looking at those people who were mixed with ordinary people and still had traces of crystal cluster infection on their bodies: "Infected people have a hard time in other areas. When crossing the border, I saw that there were still villages driving the infected into the wilderness..."

"Here they are called 'healers'. This is an order from their superiors," said the young official. "The evil force entrenched in the land has been eradicated, and the infection is no longer possible to spread. Changing a name is changing people's thinking." The first step. Of course, we also understand the fear and hostility of ordinary people towards the 'drusts', so if you meet the healed people in the border area again, you can let them come here, and every reconstruction camp here will accept them, We always welcome more labor."

"I will convey it on behalf of them—they have doubts about the propaganda station of the Government Affairs Office, but an ordinary person returning from the reconstruction area should be able to gain their trust," the team captain laughed, but his eyes swept over the The trucks parked in the open space swept past the reconstruction personnel gathered from all over the place, and couldn't help sighing softly, "This is really incredible..."

"What's incredible?"

"These people, and these things...the entire empire is running just to rebuild this plain...in the Ansu era, who dared to imagine such a thing?" The team captain sighed and shook his head slightly, "This is The 'new order' His Majesty said..."

The young official of the government affairs office did not respond, but just looked into the distance thoughtfully, his eyes seemed to pass through the wall of the rebuilding camp, and across the vast undulating wilderness plain...

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The blue flag on the wall of Solinburg was fluttering and unfurling in the wind. The wind seemed to bring the breath of revitalized vegetation. There were hurried footsteps in the long corridor of the research center, and a gray-haired druid walked quickly. Walking through the corridor, holding a roll of materials in his hand: "Number No. [-] neutralizer is effective! No. [-] neutralizer is effective!!"

The shouts of the middle-aged druid spread throughout the corridor, the doors of each room opened, and the technicians working in the facility poked their heads out one after another. After a short period of confusion and reaction, the cheers finally began to resound throughout the entire room. corridor.

The wind blows through the courtyard outside the corridor, and the unusually luxuriant flowers and trees in the courtyard are swaying happily in this early spring season, and there is a sound of rustling between the branches and leaves, like applause.

Near the research facility, next to the test land, Norris stood up slowly with the help of his assistant. He heard the sound from the grass and trees, and couldn't help but look in the direction of the giant tree of Thorin. He saw the huge tree The plants are swaying their canopy slightly under the bright sun, and countless branches and leaves are swaying in the wind, which seems to be mixed with whispers.

"Minister, the No. [-] neutralizer has worked," the assistant's voice came from the side, with unconcealable excitement and joy, "In this way, even the most polluted land can be effectively purified. Grain-producing areas can soon be re-cultivated!"

Norris looked at the healthy land in front of him, and a smile slowly appeared on his wrinkled face. He breathed a sigh of relief, and looked at the agronomy assistants and druid experts beside him. Nodding his head: "As long as it is useful, as long as it is useful..."

His eyes swept over the exhausted or excited faces, and finally landed on a group of special flower vines in the corner. The old man walked over slowly and stopped in front of the flower vines: "Ms. Bertila, thank you Without your assistance, we would not have been able to find the most effective purification solution so quickly..."

The flower vines were wriggling, the green leaves and flowers intertwined and growing, a female figure emerged from it, Bertila appeared in front of everyone, with a flat expression: "Don't thank me... In the final analysis, I'm just making up for what we committed. mistake."