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"In addition, our trade with Typhon must be maintained, not only must be maintained, but must also be expanded - Cecil has taken over this vast land, our demand and output can only increase, not decrease, and must It is a great increase... Only in this way can we avoid Rosetta Augustus guessing how many people we have lost.

"Don't worry that Cecil won't be able to handle such a large scale of trade. The throughput capacity of the magic industry is astonishing, and I have already arranged for Grand Duke Baldwin Franklin to negotiate with the Ogure Tribal Country. The gray elves and The dwarves are very interested in our alchemy potions and textiles, and through trading with them, we can transfer most of the pressure..."

Gawain talked about his thoughts one by one, and his goal was very clear, which was to mislead the ruler of Typhon.

As long as we grasp the information transmission rules of this era, and identify its backwardness and various loopholes, it is possible to achieve this goal.

Of course, Rosetta Augustus is by no means lacking in wisdom, and Typhon also has his own intelligence department. Even if this kind of misleading is successful, it should not last for too long, but what Gawain wants is short-term misleading—he All that is needed now is the time to "gasp for blood" after the war. As long as the Iron Throne recovers its combat power and reaches the border, this year's grain harvest will be bumper, and Cecil's next batch of recruits will complete training and deployment, then he will be able to stop Typhon The confidence of the offensive, and if it can be misled for a little longer, it can even survive this winter, so that Emperor Rosetta will not react until next spring... At that time, he will be more at ease.

Amber kept the things that Gao Wen explained in her heart one by one, and at the same time, she had already begun to select trustworthy subordinates in her heart - she was not only the leader of the intelligence department, but also a participant and executor of many secret-related plans, especially this What Zi Gaowen has to do must involve the participation of a large number of officers from the Military Intelligence Bureau, so she must make preparations from now on.

After writing down the things one by one, she raised her head and her ears trembled slightly: "Besides these, there are other things that should be put on the agenda, right?"

Gao Wen raised his eyebrows: "Huh?"

"A grand coronation," Amber stretched out her hand and drew a big circle, as if to strengthen the word "grand", "The situation is stable, the transfer of power is completed, and the management organization is formed. Shouldn't the ruler of the Cecil Empire announce Is the new era coming? And this is also a window to release a signal to Typhon..."

Having been by Gawain's side for so long, this half-elf has also learned a lot of novel and useful vocabulary. Hearing this guy say such reasonable words in a serious manner, even Gawain couldn't help but nodded: "Yes, this Things should be put on the agenda.”

He didn't care about the so-called "coronation ceremony" before, because stabilizing the situation and resuming production is the top priority, but now the "coronation ceremony" has a special role. As a person who grasps value, he also wants to Pay attention to this matter.

"When are you going to be crowned?" Amber blinked and said expectantly.

I don't know what this guy is looking forward to.

"Wait until a certain 'cargo' is transported from the White Sand Hills to San Sunil," Gao Wen said, "but before that, the preparations can already begin."

"Special goods?" Amber reacted for a moment, vaguely guessing what Gao Wen meant, "...Ah, that is really suitable as a decoration for the coronation of the new emperor... But you originally planned to be crowned in Saint-Sunil Is it?"

"Actually, I thought about Cecil City at first, but Hetty's suggestion made me change my mind," Gawain raised a corner of his mouth, and his eyes fell on the wall on the side of the study - where Ansu once hung. The sword and shield emblem, but it has now been replaced by a banner of sword and plow, "Anzu's kingship ends here, and the new empire begins here."

The coronation ceremony, to put it bluntly, is for people to see. If so, let it show the best effect——

Gawain wanted to let the old nobles of Saint-Sunil see clearly, let the church, the army, and the old royal courtiers here see clearly, let them see the alternation of the old and new eras with their own eyes, and have a deep enough understanding of this process. Only in this way can the stability of the follow-up process of restructuring be further ensured.

This ancient and young country really can no longer stand the slightest confusion and hesitation.

Chapter 0670 The Edge of the Vortex

East, White Sand Hills, Mine Station.

A temporary sentry tower stands on the high ground near the platform. Vigilant sentries and armored vehicles guard the station together. A special freight train is stopping next to platform No. [-]. The second half of the train is a few sections of open load The cargo chassis, some of which have already been piled with cargo, and the only empty chassis in the middle of the train is waiting to be loaded.

Accompanied by the low sound of machinery running, a large tractor drove up to the high platform of the loading and unloading area under the command of the guide. The heavy pallet dragged behind the tractor was covered with a huge tarpaulin, which blocked the goods inside it. But judging from its huge size and vague outline, this is probably not an ordinary ore or mechanical equipment.

On the platform, Pittman is watching the final process of cargo transfer—the hook of the lifting device has been connected to the pallet at the rear of the tractor, and the engineers are replenishing the energy for the weight-reducing runes of the pallet. Half of the soldiers in charge of escorting are already Boarding the train, two officers are leading the rest of the soldiers to check the situation around the train to make sure nothing goes wrong.

Beside Pittman, the person in charge of Baisha Mining, Home, couldn't help but smack his lips: "To be honest, this is probably the most difficult cargo in the world that no one dares to snatch..."

"But we still need to take strict precautions. There will always be lunatics like the death of all things," a young female knight with a single ponytail, a good figure, and a heroic figure said seriously, "especially if it needs to be replaced midway." You can’t be too careful about the means of transportation.”

Pittman smiled and glanced at the female knight: "Miss Margarita, don't be so tense all the time—men don't like ladies like rocks."

Margarita looked serious: "I am a knight, and then I am a woman."

"...the same type as Philip," Pittman said with a twitch of his mouth, "it's really boring to talk about."

This female knight just arrived in the White Sands area today, and she was ordered to escort the crucial cargo all the way to Saint-Sunil—this will be a rather long journey, although advanced means of transportation have greatly shortened the journey. Time, but due to the current limited coverage of the magic energy track, she must first take the team to the Glen area by train, and then transfer to the cargo ship with people and goods, passing through the Cecil, Kant, and Panshi areas along the waterway, crossing The entire plain of the Holy Spirit, and finally arrived at San Sunil - the overall journey is not short.

Her mission will be an important part of His Majesty's coronation.

The pressure of the task, coupled with her own personality, made this Miss Margarita always look a little tense. For Pittman, communicating with such a person is quite boring.

His whispers completely fell into Margarita's ears, and this serious female knight turned her head and said seriously: "Master, if my way of speaking makes you unhappy, I'm sorry I'm sorry - I'm really not an interesting person. We'll be acting together for a long time, and I'll try not to affect your mood."

"Don't, don't, I can't stand you talking like that...how can this be more serious than Philip's symptoms," Pittman waved his hands vigorously, and then sighed a little, "but then again, now Cecil's army There are really not many 'standard' knights like you, and most of the knights promoted on the battlefield don't have much time to learn your stuff..."

"Those knights who are promoted on the battlefield are more worthy of respect, and their loyalty and bravery are worthy of their titles," Margarita said seriously, "I once heard General Philip say that this is a country that has begun to turn the world upside down." In this era, old things will be eliminated and new things will replace them. This is an inevitable trend. As for the 'set of things' you said...maybe some of them are out of date, but loyalty and conscientiousness are always necessary, and they will carry over in the new Rider."

Pittman couldn't help but looked Margarita up and down, and suddenly felt a little emotional: "Girl, you should be very proud of your identity, right?"

Margarita straightened her body and showed a reserved smile: "Perhaps many people think that the status of a knight just means a good background, but I think it is more important to prove that I am worthy of this status through hard work." Something to be proud of."

She did not hide her pride and pride too much, but chose to express it in a reserved way-this is in line with the knight etiquette, because a qualified knight cannot avoid or hide his excellent qualities, even for the sake of performance Humility must also display these prides appropriately.

Hearing the other party's words, Pittman stared at Margarita for a while, his usual hippie smile had subsided at some point, and he was in a trance, as if he had suddenly fallen into a certain memory.

Margarita blinked in confusion, looked down at herself, and said after confirming that there was no problem with her posture, "Master? Is there anything wrong with what I just said?"

"No... I just suddenly remembered an old friend..." Pittman sighed softly, and said leisurely, "When I first met him many years ago, he said similar things."

"Did you know a knight when you were young?" Margarita was a little curious, and then had some expectations, "I said something similar...then I would like to get to know that gentleman, he should be a worthy knight. Dear man."

"Unfortunately, that guy didn't have the chance to meet a beautiful lady like you, he died many years ago," Pittman shook his head, "and that guy just said similar things, his character is not very serious, even if he lives today You don't have to expect him to be an older version of Philip - he's a little closer to Byron."

Margarita didn't pay attention to Pittman's ridicule, but pursed her lips regretfully: "Has he passed away... Sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up."

"It's okay... It happened many years ago, an old man like me won't bother with you," Pittman laughed, then turned his face away, looked at the goods being loaded, deeply Sighing, "It's more tangled than those who are dead...the ones who are alive."

The clicking sound of the hinge movement came from not far away. With the assistance of the mechanical device, the weight-reduced cargo was placed in the middle of the train's cargo chassis. The soldiers stepped forward and used crowbars to pull the lock on the chassis. Click the buckle to lock the cargo pallet and the train chassis.

A gust of wind blew from the direction of the plain, lifting a corner of the tarpaulin. At that moment, part of a huge skull flashed through the gaps in the tarpaulin.

The whistle sounded on the platform, and the commander began to assemble the soldiers and arrange for the rest to board the train.

"The Age of Empires... The thing that frightened that guy for half his life is gone after all."

Pittman grunted softly, stepped forward, and walked towards his own compartment.

Several apprentices who were waiting by the side immediately stepped forward, took the old druid's cane, and supported his old and crooked body.

Margarita stood where she was, looking at the back of the old druid leaving with a little confusion, but she quickly put these things that had nothing to do with the mission aside, and the female knight from Kant sorted out her situation. Dressed, turned around and nodded to Home: "Mr. Home, we're leaving now—thank you for your assistance, and wish you success in your next mission."

Home showed a slight smile and took off his hat in greeting: "Best journey, Miss Knight."

Accompanied by a burst of loud flute sounds and rune whispers, the huge freight train started slowly, accelerated along the direction of the platform, and headed west.

Holm watched this special "truck" leave before turning around and walking outside the platform.

He still has a lot to do-

The sampling of the remains of the body of the false god has ended. The valuable experimental samples were sent back to Cecil City in batches a few days ago. With the emperor, the rest of the skeletal remains will be transported to the southern border and sent to several research facilities or secret warehouses for long-term research.

When he learned the truth behind the wreckage, the mine manager who was a slave laborer once felt a chill down his spine and couldn't sleep all night after returning to the mine. However, after seeing the cut flesh and bones, his fear dissipated. , at this moment, I can only sigh——

The power of the gods was stolen by humans, copied by humans, and finally wiped out by humans. This world... is really going to be turned upside down.

As a person who does not believe in religion, Home is now going to deal with the scene left after the body of the false god was transported away.

An assistant in a short black coat came from the side and asked, "Sir, did your superior say how to deal with that big pit?"

After removing the body of the false god, there was a huge sinkhole between the mine and the river. The scale of the big pit was so large that it became a headache, and it was unrealistic to fill it up. , but if it comes in handy, the assistants of the mining company can't think of it for a while.

"Let's go and survey the soil and terrain around the big pit first, and Mr. Bruce will lead the engineering team over tomorrow," Home said with a nod, "The Government Affairs Department has a plan—introduce the water from the White Water River into the big pit, and build a large pit." With the artificial lake coming out, it will be more convenient for the mine to get water, and settlements can also be built around the artificial lake. The eastern border is already ours, so there is no need to consider the development agreement signed with the Luolun family. This mining area...is time to expand. .”

The assistant opened his eyes wide in surprise: "Artificial lake?"

"Yeah, the name has been decided, it's called Baisha Lake." Home turned his head and glanced at the direction of the mining area, shrugging, "I thought it would take another three to five years to build a lake here, Unexpectedly, friends from the deep sea helped us dig a hole in advance..."

……

The gentle waves beat against the sandy beach, and the huge alloy barrier built on the edge of the beach. The bright sun shines on the white sand, starships, rocks, outposts, and friends from the deep sea scattered among these things.

The friends in the deep sea were paralyzed on the beach, as lazy as the afternoon sun.

Thousands of mermaids paralyzed on the beach basking in the sun, the scene is spectacular.

In this lazy and idle atmosphere, the voice of a siren came from the speaker equipment installed all over the beach: "Three 10 minutes is up, all of them are here, turn over!"

A small number of sea monsters looked up, and a few responders stretched vigorously, then slapped their tails on the beach and turned over on the spot, but more sea monsters didn't even have their heads. Didn't lift it up, just continued to bask its tail and body in the lazy (fish) sun, didn't even bother to turn over.

The siren who was conducting the radio command didn't make any more sound—it seemed that he didn't bother to remind him a second time.

On the engine platform at the tail of the starship extending to the land, the Siren Queen Petya glanced at the scene on the beach, her long snake tail swaying gently: "It is right for the sisters to divide into three groups to eat in turn... Among those foods Adulterant impurities require more effort to filter and purify, and they magnify the 'inerting effect' of what we eat."

For sea monsters, basking in the sun after a full meal is not inherently lazy, but a part of normal physiological activities-in order to transform those unfamiliar energies and substances, they must use the magic energy radiation from the giant sun, because they themselves Not equipped to handle those energies.

In fact, even the transformation of energy and matter by basking in the sun is the result of their efforts to adapt and evolve after arriving in this world. Before coming to this world, the sea monsters had no concept of "bathing in the sun".

The world they originally lived in had no sunshine, only endless oceans, and almost never-ending storms, thunder, and lightning.

"The new food does have a lot of impurities, but it has brought us precious energy supplements and a brand new sample of raw energy," said a siren with long blue hair and obvious scales on his cheeks, "After the actual test After ingesting new energy samples and carrying out adaptive transformation, all the sisters have enhanced their ability to adapt to this world to varying degrees. Coupled with the pure arcane energy provided by Hongguang Technology as an auxiliary, many sisters have already I can faintly perceive what is called 'magic power'."

"Magic power..." Petya said softly, lowered her head, and rubbed her fingers.

A small cluster of arcane sparks shot out from her slender fingertips, brief and bright.

"This is a very inhospitable world for a siren, but finally...we can slowly call this home."

"As you said."

"Hathaway, notify Tyr in the next contact, and raise the human race 'Cecil' to the second-level contact standard," Petiya said, "We will be happy to share the knowledge of the ocean with our friends on land—if If they have the courage to challenge the ocean in the future."

Chapter 0671 Harvest Era

Autumn's footsteps set foot on the land of the Western Continent, and the scorching summer finally came to an end. It seemed that the weather had turned cooler overnight.

The sky has just dawned, and the sun has not shed its rays yet. The remaining cold breath of the night still wraps the streets and alleys of Aldernan. Confetti, the wind swirled between the buildings, and swirled again, blowing the bells hanging from the windows, making a tinkling sound.

Sam glanced up at the ringing bell, at the still-not-quite-bright sky outside, then lowered his head, and continued to quickly swallow the not-so-delicious breakfast—a small pot of sticky vegetables Soup, soaked in broken coarse bread.

Soaking bread in soup can effectively speed up eating, while providing a rather effective sense of satiety, and can also reduce gastrointestinal discomfort caused by fast eating. This can be regarded as the wisdom and experience accumulated by civilians in life.

His daughter was sitting across from him, also devouring breakfast, while his wife had already left the house a quarter of an hour ago—the boss of the textile factory once again moved up the starting time for work, and now the female workers had to enter the factory half an hour before sunrise up.

After swallowing the last mouthful of soup, Sam smacked his mouth and yawned deeply.

He was sleepy, his back and arms ached so badly that he felt the need to lie down and get a solid sleep for a day or two—but he knew that wasn't realistic.

There are mountains of boxes and barrels that need to be moved at the pier every day, and he has no holidays.

The daughter also finished her meal. The girl with flaxen curly hair stood up and tidied up the table swiftly. Her wrist was a little too thin, so that when she picked up the largest plate, it was even worrying whether her wrist would break off.

Sam couldn't help but glanced at his daughter: "Next eight...we should be able to eat bacon once."

The flaxen-haired girl looked up, and after a moment of astonishment, she showed a surprised expression. She brushed her hair and opened her eyes wide: "Really? Dad?"

"The station is being repaired in the south of the city. A lot of things are transported to the nearby pier every day, and then loaded and transported to the construction site. I should be able to earn a little more."

The daughter laughed, and there were some light yellow lines under her eyes and inside her lips.

Sam noticed the lines, but said nothing - they did make both his wife and himself feel nervous when they first appeared a few months ago, but now that the months have passed, the daughter does not feel any physical pain. If it's uncomfortable, it's probably not a big deal.

Time was tight, and the father and daughter didn't have much time to talk after dinner. They quickly packed up their things and left the small rented house.

Another gust of wind blew from the street, rolled up Sam's collar, and he tightened his coat, which would soon look flimsy this season, and nodded to his daughter who was about to go in another direction: "Be careful, stay safe at night." Go straight home after work, don't stay on the street."

The daughter nodded, pressed the bonnet on her head, and quickly walked to the other direction of the street - at the end of that direction, a tall chimney loomed in the depths of Aldernan's iconic mist. Billows of smoke and dust continued to rise, floating high into the sky.

She works in the burning rock acid chemical plant. As a child, her job is of course not to operate the furnace or push the material cart, but to clean the cooled air duct and recover the burning rock from the waste residue that can be processed again. Fragments—the air duct is narrow, and adults cannot enter it. This kind of work is done by children. The wages are very low, but neither physical strength nor skill is required.

Sam watched his daughter walk around the far corner before turning his head and walking quickly towards the pier area.

When the cool wind blows, he can't help recalling some things——

He used to own a piece of land, just outside the city. Although it is not big and not too fertile, it can at least maintain the food and clothing of the family. Breakfast has milk mixed with water and a little sugar, which is sure to be eaten every week. Bacon, but since when has life been like this?

Sam walked in the wind, and the smell of autumn reminded the farmer of the harvest, but "harvest" had nothing to do with him.That piece of land had become part of Master Dürer's cotton plantation, where hundreds of serfs worked it—serfs, of course, were better off than freemen.

Now Sam can only miss his land, but he can't do anything: Master Durer bought the land from him with 37 silver coins, instead of taking it by force. The judge of the city and the two councilors testified fairly and properly.

Sam just didn't expect that the 37 silver coins would be spent so quickly. The houses in the city are so expensive, and the clothes and food are much more expensive than he imagined. He wanted to start a small business, but found that A little money is not enough to get the next license... He once thought that he had exchanged the land for a huge sum of money, but he never thought that the "big money" in his eyes was nothing in the world outside the town.

Many people dressed similarly to him also came out of their homes. These figures walked in the dim light of the early morning, in the mist of Aldernan, and walked towards factories, docks and construction sites.

Sam walked forward, slowly blending into the flow of people, becoming one of these people.

A newspaper that was discarded by someone was swept up by the wind, flew over Sam's head, and was finally blown by the wind on a nearby fence. The newspaper stretched out, and the bold letters on it were eye-catching and beautiful:

Salute to this harvest era.

……

"Salute to this harvest era, to our far-sighted Emperor, as well as to the diligent parliament and wise scholars; the accumulation of the empire over the past ten years is like a long cultivation, and it is finally bearing fruit at this moment... It is wonderful Sentence, don’t you think so, Master Daniel?”

Viscount Hermiel sat on his favorite brown-red seat, waved the newspaper in his hand, and looked at the magician, the most prestigious university student in the imperial capital, with a smile on his face.

The refreshing aroma of incense lingers in this gorgeous and private reception room. Gentle and soothing palace music is being played from the spar device in the corner of the room. The windows not far away are open, but a layer of The shimmer shield filtered out the unpleasant fine smoke smell in the air, allowing only the fresh and cool morning breeze to blow into the room.

Daniel sat on the chair opposite Viscount Hemir in a relaxed posture, with the artificial nerve cord protruding from the hem of his clothes, and he stayed honestly: "Mr. Habiye Reston is an excellent grammar master, He is also a well-known poet, and even during the years when I lived in seclusion, I occasionally heard his verses circulated. It is undoubtedly a wise move for His Majesty the Emperor to choose this master as the editor-in-chief of the "Imperial Gazette". "

"My tribute to Your Majesty," Viscount Hermiel laughed happily. He took the black tea on the small round table, raised it slightly to replace the fine wine, and then frowned, "The newspaper is really good... It is said that the Ansu Kingdom's Cecil was the first to think of this, but unfortunately, when I heard this concept for the first time, I failed to realize its function, so that it made a businessman like Polberg who had no taste and background become " The first investor of the Imperial newspaper... so many members of the noble council now have to pay that businessman to promote their products, that is a lot of money!"

"Money is endless, Mr. Viscount," Daniel said lightly, "Exploring new things is more valuable than that."