...
Five days later.
Rex met Simbady again.
In the medical center of the First Army.
With him came the vivacious Mojin girl.
"How do you feel?" Mulley asked, putting a bunch of seaweed on the windowsill. "I couldn't find any beautiful flowers here, so I had to use this instead. But at least it's green. It's better than yellow sand, isn't it?"
"Ah... thank you," Rex said, sitting up hurriedly. "I feel... much better than before."
"That's good. You looked terrible when you were fished out of the water. Your face was blue, your body was twitching, and you kept vomiting seawater," Mulley said with a smile. "After you were sent to the camp, you had a high fever. Simbady and I came here twice, but it seemed that you hadn't fully regained consciousness."
Rex smiled bitterly. "My body was indeed too weak."
"But you made it to the end and surpassed your limits," Simbady said with a grin. "Mr. Explorer, your desire to survive was stronger than I thought. In fact, your desire to live was stronger than I thought. When we were about to reach the surface, I almost exhausted all my strength. If you didn't hold on to me tightly, I'm afraid it would have been difficult for me to bring you out. "He lifted up a corner of his shirt." Here, there are still a few bruises. "
"Sorry," Rex said, a little embarrassed. "I don't remember what happened after we got out of the cave."
"You must have been thinking about something at that time. That's why you didn't let go of me even though you were unconscious, right?" Mulley asked.
"Maybe..." Rex nodded. "Many things came to my mind before I passed out, such as my precious invention, the Society of Wondrous Crafts, and my two wives who were waiting for me..."
The atmosphere suddenly became quiet.
After a long while, Simbady asked tentatively, "What did you say just now?"
"Two wives..." Rex seemed to have suddenly understood. "Ah, I forgot to tell you that the customs of the Fjords are different. The island I live on doesn't have a limit on the number of couples. It's all voluntary. It's normal that you don't know this."
"I suddenly think... leaving you in the cave might have been a good choice," Simbady said, twitching the corner of his mouth.
"I agree," Mu Li agreed with a serious expression.
"Hey, you don't have to be so heartless …" Rex saw that the situation was not good, and quickly changed the topic. "That relic — how is it now?"
Simbady immediately became serious when it came to business. "The First Army has designated that area as a restricted area. No one is allowed to enter without permission. They've also set up sentry posts around the cliff, probably to guard against the Giant Armored Scorpions. I was entrusted by them to sneak into the water cave again during the low tide period and found the pouch. "His voice became lower and lower." But these things were handed over to the First Army... I'm sorry. "
"No, you didn't do anything wrong." Rex shook his head gently after listening to the other party's explanation. "Since the First Army has taken over the treatment, it's impossible for you to hide it from them. Besides, I don't think I can monopolize such a large relic. The only pity was that the two diving suits were destroyed. Even if the news of the success of the experiment was released, the credibility would be greatly reduced. But it can't be helped … After all, you did it to save me. "
Simbady was speechless. He knew how much effort Rex had put into this project. It took him half a year to make a waterproof suit, and that was only the last two finished products. Rex had failed many times and wasted many materials and Golden Dragon, which could be seen from Rex's lack of funds.
It was a heavy blow indeed.
After a long silence, he asked in a low voice, "What... are you going to do in the future?"
"Go back to the Fjords first, and then make a comeback," Rex answered without hesitation.
Simbady and Mulley were stunned.
"Why? Are you worried that I won't be able to recover from this setback?" Looking at the surprised expressions on their faces, Rex smiled. "If I didn't have this escape experience, I probably would have given up on this project." He stretched out his hand, clenched it, and then opened it again, as if he was feeling something. "But now I understand that this is not my limit. So what if I can make a waterproof suit every six months? It's much better than before! At least I know it will succeed! "
"Rex..."
"Don't worry. In two years at most, I'll come back with a new diving suit," the Fjords man said word by word. "When that time comes, please continue to work with me —"
Simbady thought to himself, "It seems that my worries are unnecessary." Just as he was about to agree, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a man dressed like an officer walked in.
"Rex? Simbady? "He looked at the two.
"Yes, sir. What can I do for you?" Simbady hurriedly bowed.
"About your discovery, Neverwinter has given us the latest instructions." The officer nodded. "His Majesty wants to see you."
"You mean, the King of Graycastle?"
"Great, great chief?"
The two exclaimed almost at the same time. They both saw the incredulity in each other's eyes. It was beyond their imagination that the news could travel back and forth between the Festive Harbor and the new king's city of Graycastle in just five days. Generally speaking, if a superior wanted to ask for information, he could just send someone to ask for it. Since the King was taking this matter so seriously, did it mean that the discovery of the ruins was of extraordinary significance?
"Yes, and His Majesty has sent a ship to pick you up. You'll arrive at the Festive Harbor in about two days," the officer said with a smile. "Until then, you can stay in the barracks and have a good rest."
*****
In Neverwinter, Graycastle.
Roland sat at his desk, reading the reports sent back from the frontline.
In every aspect, the Torch Plan was progressing smoothly. In May, the demons did not put up any resistance, and the railway line was steadily advancing toward Taquila. At this rate, the First Army would attack the ruins of the Holy City by the middle of June, which was ten days earlier than the original schedule.
Although the attack was progressing smoothly, Roland did not feel relaxed.
The demons were the mortal enemy of human civilization. In the past two Battles of Divine Will, the demons had won overwhelming victories and forced human beings to a corner of the Land of Dawn. Now the Fertile Plains was the last barrier. As long as the Obelisk was erected, the Red Mist would cover the entire continent, and the demons should be determined to take it.
Roland kept glancing between the reports and the map, hoping to find some clues, but to no avail.
After the night attack, the defense of the railway station had become more complete, and the only way to destroy the encampment was to take it by force. Although it was the most likely place for a war to break out, it was also the battlefield where the First Army had the greatest advantage. If the demons chose to fight head-on, it would be a good thing.
The railway line, which was hundreds of kilometers away, was the second target. In fact, it was also the place where the demons had exchanged fire, with a total of 46 incidents so far. Had it not been for these reports, he would have thought that the demons had already withdrawn from the Fertile Plains and only the Ministry of Construction was left to repair the railway. However, it was not easy to cut off the logistics under the protection of the armored train's machine guns and the witches. In other words, the "Torch" project had been designed to deal with this problem from the very beginning. After the third "Blackriver" train was put into service, the reports of Devilbeasts' harassment became less frequent.
The last place that could be attacked, the forest station, was also the least important. As long as Leaf did not take the initiative to fight the demons, they would not be able to do much. After all, the forest station was too far from the Taquila's supply line, and a small group of demons could not pose a threat to the station's fortifications. Moreover, the area around the terminal station had already been burned once, so it would be difficult for the demons to do the same thing again.
As the frontline continued to advance, Lightning was able to directly investigate the situation in the Taquila ruins. So far, there were no signs of the demons sending more troops. Looking from the sky, even the red line behind them, which was used for supply, had become much dimmer.
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