Sword of Dawn

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"Then thank you in advance," Byron said, then exhaled suddenly, and laughed self-deprecatingly, "Why did I suddenly become sentimental, and I usually don't have so much emotion when I go out..."

"Today is the first time a daughter calls daddy, and every father will do that," Pittman looked at Byron with a familiar expression, "Don't worry, one day she will start to bother you, think you don't take a bath, hate you Your clothes are sloppy, you think you can't keep up with the rhythm of young people, and you will only criticize your faults all day long, then you won't have so many emotions..."

Byron thought for a while, and gave Pea an awkward look: "But I think she dislikes me now."

Pittman: "..."

"And you said so carefully, is it because you are very experienced?"

Pittman: "... If you have nothing to do, hurry up and don't disturb my old man's experiment!"

Soon, Byron left with the peas, leaving only Pittman and his technicians in the laboratory.

The assistants began to sort out the equipment they had just used, and compiled the detailed process of Pea's use of nerve thorns into materials that will be used later. Pittman shook his head and walked to a cabinet with a crystal glass partition .

In the cabinet, several spare nerve thorn devices were quietly placed on the brackets, and under the illumination of the lights in the cabinet, there was a cold metal reflection.

There was a slight sound of the gate sliding not far away, and Kamel, who was glowing with blue arcane brilliance, floated into the room.

"I saw Byron and Pea in the hallway just now," Kamel said as he floated towards Pittman. "Pea has a nerve thorn—it seems to be working normally?"

"It went really well," Pittman laughed, "and you missed the really good parts."

"For me, the success of this project is already exciting enough," Kamel buzzed, and at the same time looked at the cabinet next to Pittman, looking at the nerve thorn devices, " Are there three sets of finished products left... You should be able to move on to the next step."

"Combine nerve thorns and type II magic terminal to create a real magician who can cast spells..." Pittman's expression rarely became serious, as if he was talking to himself, "At this point, extraordinary people The boundary between me and ordinary people is almost gone..."

"Ordinary people will not only release specific spells by pressing the buttons of the machine, but also sense magic power like a real mage, and be able to use their own ideas and spirit to guide extraordinary power. This will be an essential breakthrough. It is also what we have always wanted to achieve..." Kamel's tone was not without emotion, "By that time, 'Supermand' may no longer be called 'Supermand', it will truly become the name of every mortal. All are qualified to touch the power."

"The End of Everything and the Eternal Sleepers spent 700 years completing its pre-technology—although this was not their original purpose, we can thank them at this time," Pittman squeezed his eyes, "Brain-computer Connection is the most difficult link for ordinary people to sense magic power and manipulate spells, and the nerve thorns have already solved this problem, and the next work will be much simpler."

"Let's get started." The blue light on Kamel's body gradually became brighter, and his tone rose, becoming particularly cheerful and full of motivation. "We still have a lot to do."

Chapter 0824 Dyeing

The streets of Cecil are as bustling and vibrant as ever, and the sights are full of familiar city scenes. However, for Byron today, walking on the streets of Cecil has a different experience——

Pea followed him, talking constantly.

She talked enthusiastically, about her experience in the college, about the new friends she met, about everything she saw, about the weather, mood, books she had read, and the work she was working on. In the new ghost drama, this girl who can finally speak again seems to be in this world for the first time, talking almost endlessly, as if she wants to re-describe everything she has seen and experienced .

Even if it was a small street shop that she would pass by every day, she would run in with a smile on her face, say hello to the boss inside, get an exclamation, and then get some congratulations.

Byron always had a smile on his face and stayed by Pea's side.

Originally a short journey home, it took a whole half a day like this.

When the father and daughter finally arrived near the Street of Knights, Byron saw a figure hovering at the intersection—it was Philip who had returned to Cecil two days ago.

Byron walked forward with a smile. Not far away, Philip also sensed the approaching breath and turned to greet him. But before the two old partners spoke, Pea was the first to speak. She greeted him very happily. Philip, a happy voice came from the nerve thorny sounding device: "Uncle Philip!!"

Philip was about to speak, but he was stunned when he heard this strange, synthesized female voice. It took two full seconds before he looked at Pea in surprise: "Pea...are you talking?"

"It's me!!" Pea smiled happily, turned half a circle on the spot, and showed Philip the metal device behind his neck, "Look! Grandpa Pittman made it for me! This thing is called nerve thorns, and it can replace I spoke!!"

"We just came back from the research institute," Byron hurriedly explained before the pea chattered. "According to Pittman, this is a small artificial nerve cord, but its function is more complicated than that of the artificial nerve cord. It is just a function to help pea talk." One - of course you know me well, I won't pay attention to the content that is too professional..."

"I've heard about this project..." Philip opened his eyes wide, looking at Pea with joy and surprise, "but I didn't expect it to be so soon... Great, Pea, today is definitely worth celebrating!"

"It's okay to celebrate, but you are not allowed to drink with my father!" Pea immediately said with wide eyes, "I know uncle, you have strong self-control, but my father can't control himself at all! As long as someone pulls him to drink, he must put himself You can't get drunk, and every time you have to sleep in the living room smelling of alcohol until the next day, and then I will help you clean up... Uncle, you don't know, even if you persuade Dad on the spot, he will still secretly clean up after he comes home. I drank it, and said that there is a beginning and an end, and that it is respect for the winery... And, last time you..."

The girl's brain was spinning rapidly, and the magic device driven by the brain wave signal did not need to breathe or rest. The torrential rain of words covered Philip's head and face, and the young (actually not so young) Mr. Smiling, but soon became stunned, he stared at Byron for a while—it was not until Pea finally calmed down that he found a chance to speak: "Byron... what's going on with this... this child ..."

"Didn't you think so?" Byron was full of the expression "You have today too". Although he was still the one who was preached this time, it was Philip who endured the "storm" instead, which made him feel inexplicably happy, " None of us expected that there would be so many words in the belly of pea..."

Pea immediately widened her eyes and looked at Byron with an expression of "I'm going to speak up if you do this again", making the latter wave her hands quickly: "Of course I'm very happy that she can speak out what's in her heart." of……"

Before Pea could speak, Byron immediately changed the topic to another direction. He looked at Philip and said, "Speaking of...what are you doing here?"

"I know you're going to the north, so I'm here to say goodbye to you," Philip said seriously, "I've been busy recently, and I'm worried that I won't have time to say goodbye if I miss you."

"...Why do I feel awkward when you talk like this," Byron rubbed his arms immediately, "It seems like I'm going to die outside this time."

Philip thought about it after hearing it, and analyzed it seriously: "Theoretically, this kind of thing will not happen. There is no war in the northern border, and your mission will not conflict with the locals or the violets across the strait. In theory Except for jumping into the sea after drinking high and finding someone to duel when you have nothing to do, you can come back alive..."

Byron: "...To be honest, are you deliberately sarcastic?"

Philip's earnest expression remained unchanged: "Sarcasm is not chivalry."

Byron thought about it again, and his expression became more and more weird: "I still think you are mocking me—Philip, you have grown up!"

Pea stood beside her, looked at Byron, then at Philip, and smiled happily.

……

Earl Durer sat comfortably on the comfortable soft sofa, next to the large floor-to-ceiling windows that can directly see the garden and the bustling streets in the distance, and the comfortable afternoon sunlight shines into the room through the clear and clean crystal glass, making it warm and bright.

Gentle and gentle music was being heard from the magic device in the corner, and the exotic tune made this upper-class nobleman from Typhon feel more relaxed.

He was holding a beautifully printed book in his hand. On the cover of the book was "A Brief Account of Folklore and Mythology in the Northern Mainland". On a new page, I glanced at the first few lines, couldn’t help showing some emotion, and looked up at the person sitting opposite me: “Master Habiye, I have to admit that the printing technology of the Cecilians is Much better than us, and the exquisite printing of this book even gave me the urge to open a printing house."

The person sitting opposite him looks no longer young, has a scholar-like refined temperament and has already bald. This old gentleman with a bookish atmosphere is the famous scholar and grammar master of Typhon, Habiye Reston He, who is also a member of the Typhonian envoy this time, is also reading the books printed by the Cecilians at the moment, but it is not a large tome, but a thin book with a colorful cover. and a popular booklet of short articles.

Hearing Earl Dürer's words, the old gentleman raised his head: "It is indeed incredible printing, especially that they can print color patterns so accurately and in large quantities-the technology in this aspect is really curious."

"It is said that this technology has only appeared in Cecil for a few months," Earl Durer said casually, but his eyes fell on the popular booklet in Harbier's hand, "Are you still reading that booklet?"

"It's called 'Magazine'." Habiye raised the booklet in his hand. On the cover of the booklet, a handsome and tall figure was glowing with ink under the sunlight. "The content on it is common, but surprisingly interesting. I was very inspired by the grammar it used and the structure of the magazine as a whole."

"But with all due respect, in my opinion, the above things are a bit too popular," Earl Dürer said with a smile, "I thought that a great scholar like you would dismiss such things—they It’s not even as deep as this collection of myths in my hand.”

"His Majesty entrusted me with the task of compiling the "Imperial Gazette", and the greatest experience I have accumulated in the past six months is to change the past one-sided pursuit of 'elegance' and 'deepness'." Habiye put down the magazine in his hand, He looked at Earl Durer quite seriously, "Newspapers are a new thing, they are different from those expensive and rare classics in the past, their readers do not have such a high status, and they do not need too advanced knowledge, heraldry The rules of etiquette and etiquette don't interest them—they don't understand them."

As he said that, the old gentleman pointed to the magazines he put on the table: "What they can really understand is more straightforward things. In this regard, the Cecilians are obviously better than us. Your Majesty I hope that we can learn the advantages of the Cecilians in this area and find their tricks to unite people, boost morale, and guide civilians, so I was sent here, and I will naturally pay attention to their achievements in this area.”

Earl Durer raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then have you gained anything these few days?"

"It's a great harvest. These magazines—and other popular books circulating on the market—are attractive. I don't know if you have noticed. Now even many young people in the mission have become interested in these books. , They often discuss those popular stories in private, and some people have already watched two ghost dramas, and they are very fond of the characters in the dramas. The attraction of novelty is undeniable," Habiye said with a smile, " I also had a chat with that Mr. Godwin Orlando, a man of so much learning that I was tempted to ignore his Cecilian status.

"Nearly half of those magazines and newspapers were founded by Godwin Orlando, and his idea of ​​a similar publication was so refreshing to me that, to be honest, I even wanted to invite him to Typhon, knowing of course that It’s unrealistic—he has a great status here and is highly valued by the royal family, so it’s impossible for him to play for us.”

"Haha, it's rare for you to praise others so frankly." Earl Dürer couldn't help laughing, "If you are serious, maybe we can try to win over the apprentice trained by Mr. Godwin We—after all, recruiting and testing talents is also one of our tasks this time.”

Habiye shook his head with a smile: "If it weren't for our upcoming visit, I would definitely consider your suggestion seriously."

……

"The signing ceremony in the morning was successfully completed." In the spacious and bright study, Hetty put a thick document on Gao Wen's desk. "After so many days of bargaining and finalizing the revision, the Typhon people finally agreed. Most of our conditions -- we have also reached a tacit agreement with them on many reciprocal terms."

"This is called win-win," Gao Wen smiled, put down the stack of documents he was reading just now, raised his hand to pick up the documents brought by Hetty, and said casually while flipping through them, "New trade categories, new diplomacy Memorandum, new peace statement, and...investment plan..."

Gawain's eyes fell on certain words in the document, and he leaned back on the seat back with a smile.

Among the new investment permits, "production and distribution of film and television dramas" and "audio-visual book products" are impressively listed.

Heidi's eyes fell on the stack of documents that Gawain had just put down, and she was a little curious: "What is this?"

"The new script of the phantom drama," said Gawain, "beacon—in memory of the brave and fearless Marquess of Belk Lauren, in memory of the disaster that should be remembered forever. It will be released this summer or earlier, If all goes well...the Typhonians will see it shortly after that, too."

Hetty's eyes were deep and thoughtful, and she heard the voice of her ancestors coming gently:

"Give them ghoul dramas, give them magazines, give them more popular stories, and everything else that will beautify Cecil. Let them adore Cecil's heroes, let them get acquainted with Cecil's life, and keep on Tell them what an advanced civilization is, constantly implying how far their own life is from the real "civilized state". In this process, we must emphasize our goodwill and emphasize that we are standing with them Yes, so that when a sentence is repeated a thousand times, they will think that sentence is their own thought...

"And then came the time of peace, Hetty."

Hetty's eyes moved slowly across the desk, and finally landed on a document that seemed to have just been completed in Gawain's hand.

There is only one line on the cover of the document:

Stain scheme.

Chapter 0825 Farewell and Gifts

As winter drew to a close, it was time for the Typhonian mission to leave Cecil.

In the Autumn Palace, the farewell banquet has been set, and the band is playing soft and cheerful music in the corner of the banquet hall. Under the magic spar lamp, the shiny metal tableware and swaying fine wine glow with intoxicating luster, a kind of brisk The peaceful atmosphere permeated the hall, making everyone who attended the banquet feel happy.

Matilda Augustus, who was wearing a court gown, stood at the end of the long hall, and Rebecca, who was also in formal court attire, ran up to the foreign princess with a plate of small cakes, and said cheerfully. Say hello to the other party: "Matilda! You are going back today?"

In the past many days, Rebecca and Matilda have not actually seen many times, but Rebecca is a cheerful person, and it is easy to build relationships with people-or rather, unilaterally .In a few limited exchanges, she was pleasantly surprised to find that Princess Typhon really had a good understanding of the fields of mathematics and magic, unlike what others had guessed at the beginning, just to maintain the image of a smart person, so They soon had a good common topic.

And the common topic has successfully narrowed the relationship between them - at least Rebecca thinks so.

"I'll write to you," Matilda smiled, looking at the "Pearl Cecil" who was completely different from many aristocratic women she knew. In a completely different environment, a completely different personality has also been developed. Rebecca's vigorous energy and informal speech and deed habits made Matilda very uncomfortable at first, but after several contacts, she also felt that this This lively girl is not annoying, "Although the distance between Aldernan and Cecil City is long, we now have trains and direct diplomatic channels, and we can continue to discuss issues in letters."

She smiled at Rebecca, who returned a simpler, brighter smile.

In fact, Matilda felt a little regretful - when she first came into contact with Rebecca, she knew that this young and excessively young girl was actually one of the important founders of modern magic technology. She discovered that Rebecca Ka's character is simple and straightforward, so she once wanted to learn some real and useful secrets about cutting-edge magic technology from the latter, but after a few contacts, she still only communicated with him on purely mathematical problems or Conventional magic and mechanical technology.

This straightforward-looking girl isn't as unsuspecting as she appears, she's just smart in just the right way.

With Rebecca's brilliant smile, the regrets in Matilda's heart quickly melted away.

"You must tell me about Aldernan again when you write," laughed Rebecca. "I haven't been that far!"

"Of course, and if there is a chance, I would very much welcome you to come to Aldernan as a guest," Matilda said, "It is a friendly city, and you can see a very beautiful view of the fog in the Obsidian Palace. "

Rebecca showed a look of longing, and then suddenly looked behind Matilda, with a very happy look on her face: "Ah! The ancestors are here!"

Matilda immediately turned around, and sure enough, she saw Gawain Cecil, who was tall and burly, wearing a royal dress, walking towards this side with a smile.

The Princess Typhon immediately took the initiative to take a step forward, and saluted impeccably: "I salute you, Your Majesty Cecil."

Gawain accepted the other party's salute with a smile, then glanced at Rebecca who was standing beside him, and said casually, "Rebecca, you didn't cause trouble today, did you?"

"No!" Rebecca immediately waved her hands and said, "I'm just chatting with Matilda!"

"Rebecca is a great friend, especially her knowledge about mathematics, mechanics and runes, which I admire very much," Matilda said politely, and changed the subject naturally, "In addition, she is also very Thank you for your hospitality these days - I have experienced the warmth and friendliness of the Cecil people first-hand, and I have also witnessed the prosperity of the city."

"I hope this experience can leave a good enough impression on you. This will be a good start for the two countries to enter a new era," Gao Wen nodded slightly, and then waved to the attendant next to him, "Matilda, come Before saying goodbye, I have prepared a gift for you and Emperor Rosetta Augustus—this is my personal wish, I hope you will like it.”

It is a ceremonial and time-honored tradition to give parting gifts to the upper class nobles, and the contents of the gifts are usually swords, armor or precious magic items, but Matilda instinctively thought that this gift from the legendary pioneer might There is something special about it, so she couldn't help showing curiosity, and looked at the two attendants who came forward—they were holding delicate boxes in their hands. Judging from the size and shape of the box, it was obviously impossible to Something like a sword or armor.

Soon, she saw what Gawain Cecil's gift was: a book and a strange metal cube.

Both things are very curious, but Matilda's eyes first fell on the metal square - compared to the book, this metal square is more incomprehensible to her, it seems to be a series of neatly stacked small squares At the same time, different runes are engraved on the surface of each small square, which looks like some kind of magic prop, but there is no specific use for it.

"It's called 'Rune Rubik's Cube', and it's for you," Gao Wen explained, "I made it in my spare time at first, and then my chief rune master Jenny made some changes to it. You can think of it as Is it a toy, or a tool to train thinking, I know you are very interested in mathematics and runes, then this thing is very suitable for you."

Under Gawain's gesture, Matilda curiously picked up the metal cube called the "Rubik's Cube" from the box, and was surprised to find that it was much lighter than expected, and then she fiddled with it a little, Then she found that the small cubes that make up it were all movable——she twisted one side of the Rubik's cube, and immediately felt her hands sink.

Although she is not a mage herself, Matilda, who has a good understanding of magic knowledge, immediately realized the reason: the previous "lightness" of the Rubik's Cube was entirely due to the effect of some weight-reducing runes, and as she turned the cube, The corresponding rune is cut off.

There should be a small magic net unit hidden inside this block to provide energy, and the series of small blocks that make up it can make the runes combine into various changes, and the wonderful magical power is thus infinitely here. The steel of life circulates quietly in its rotation.

Matilda blinked and stared at the Rubik's Cube in her hand.

It seems to be looking at some kind of microcosm of magic technology.

It's just a toy...but it's not just a toy.

At first, Matilda felt a little weird because her gift was just a "toy". She couldn't help but fell into thinking, and while thinking, her eyes fell on another gift.

It was a book with a blue hard cover that didn't look very heavy. On the cover was a handwritten bronzing text:

"Society and the Machine" - a gift to Rosetta Augustus.

"This is a book recently compiled by scholars in our country. It also contains some of my own thoughts on social development and the future." Gao Wen smiled faintly. "If your father has time to read it, it may be helpful." Because he understands how we Cecilians think."

Matilda's eyes slowly swept across these two things.

These are really two special gifts, each with a deep meaning worth pondering.

She laughed, and ordered the attendant to accept the two gifts and keep them safe, then looked at Gao Wen: "I will bring your kindness back to Aldernan—of course, we will also bring back the gifts we signed. documents and memorandums under

"A new situation of prosperity and peace will begin here." Gao Wen also smiled, took a glass of red wine from the side, and slightly raised it. "It is worth our clinking glasses for this."

Matilda also picked up the wine glass, and the two crystal clear wine glasses made a crisp sound in mid-air: "For a new situation of prosperity and peace."

……

After a banquet, the guests and the host enjoyed themselves.

On the train platform leading to the eastern region, the train carrying the Typhon mission glides smoothly, accelerates, and gradually heads towards the distant horizon.

Their departure and the agreement made by the two parties this time will occupy a large page in tomorrow's newspaper, and will become the topic of conversation among the citizens of Cecil for a period of time, and then quickly fade out of people's sight, and ordinary people will continue to Their busy and fulfilling lives, except for businessmen with a keen sense of smell and officials with duties, not many people will continue to pay attention to this matter.

And the long-term impact it will cause, the potential changes to the situation on this continent, will slowly ferment in a state that most people cannot perceive, and will gradually immerse into everyone's life.

Rebecca was standing on the terrace of the Autumn Palace, fiddling with a small gold pendant—this was a gift from Matilda—she raised her head, glanced in the direction of the edge of the city, and slightly He said with emotion: "Let's go."

Gao Wen, who was standing beside him, turned his head when he heard the sound: "Do you like that Matilda very much?"

"Under normal circumstances, he might be a good friend," Rebecca thought for a while, then shook her head, "Unfortunately, he's from Typhon."