After that, there was a brief silence. Gwen focused on the delicate patterns on the cup in front of him, Rosetta fell into a short period of contemplation, and Bertilla seemed to be in a daze. She looked at the changing symbols and geometric structures in the distant sky, narrowing her eyes slightly as if she was calculating something.
"Actually, I have thought about it before. If we have a chance to talk face to face like today, and both of us are more open, what would you talk to me about?" Rosetta suddenly broke the silence. He looked at Gwen, his sunken eye sockets were like deep pools of water. "To be honest, I never thought that an 'extraterritorial wanderer' would talk to me about … ideals and the future."
"If we don't dare to talk about ideals and the future in the imagined world, then there is no future in this world." Gwen smiled, picked up the teacup, and nodded slightly to Rosetta. "In fact, I am not an idealist. I believe in realistic experience and natural standards, real interests, and the laws of things that can be measured with reason. But because of this, when I talk about ideals, I am absolutely serious."
Rosetta glanced at the teacup in front of him. The liquid in the cup reflected the clear blue sky, and everything looked flawless as if it was the real world. He casually said, "Then, for the great common ideal, will Cecil unconditionally withdraw his troops?"
"No," Gwen said faintly. "And I will ask for a good price."
"Ah, then I am much more relieved." Rosetta's always gloomy face showed a hint of relief. He picked up the teacup. "Then we can continue all of this on the negotiation table."
Gawain replied with a smile. The two of them had finally reached a tacit understanding on the point of balance that they both agreed on. Rosetta then let out a sigh of relief. He seemed to have relaxed a little and showed a clear interest in this incredible space. He looked around and said with curiosity, "This is really an incredible place … But I'm very concerned. While we're talking here, what's going to happen outside?"
"I have performed a local acceleration in this space. So far, only half a minute has passed in the real world outside," Gwen said. "Don't worry, everything is under control. Such a conversation opportunity is rare, and I don't want to mess it up more than you do."
"How did you get me … to this place?" Rosetta asked seriously. "Is it related to the flying machine with a brain that I saw at the end?"
"That is not a brain on the machine, but a brain riding the machine." Bertilla, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly broke the silence. "We did establish a connection with you through it."
"That thing is … very surprising." Rosetta tried to choose a more neutral word. "To be honest, when I first saw what was inside, I almost instinctively attacked. It was really not like a normal weapon, but more like a product of some kind of dark magic …"
"I agree, and I am also trying to improve it," Gwen said helplessly. At the same time, he glanced at Bertilla inadvertently. "But I suggest you don't care too much about the image of that thing, because that thing in a sense … is actually a part of Madam Bertilla."
This time, when Rosetta looked at Bertilla again, the look in his eyes was more than just complicated.
But obviously, Bertilla herself was not interested in continuing this topic. She ignored Rosetta and suddenly looked as if she was listening attentively. She then looked at Gwen. "It seems that the matter outside is almost settled. Naretil has sent a safety signal."
As she spoke, she stood up, and her figure began to fade in the air. "Then I will go and deal with the temporary node. You can talk for a few more minutes before the network is interrupted."
Rosetta looked at the ancestor of Augustus from 700 years ago and finally could not help but ask, "Are you in Cecil now? Will you return to Typhon? "
"… Sorry, I can't leave." Bertilla paused slightly, then shook her head. "Forget the name of Bertilla Augustus. It's all in the past."
"I understand," Rosetta said slowly. "Anyway, thank you for your protection just now."
"Don't worry about it …" Bertila's voice faded away as her figure faded away. She left this space and finally left a sentence in the air. "… It would be fine if she was a real god, but she is just a fragment of a god … She doesn't deserve to die together with Augustus's son …"
After Bertilla left, only Gwen and Rosetta were left in the vast space. In a strange but tacit silence, they sat down again and sipped their tea quietly. The last few minutes of the conversation gradually passed in this silence until Gwen tapped the table gently with his finger. "One more minute."
"I haven't had a cup of tea like this for decades. This kind of silence is really … nostalgic, to the extent that I can't get used to it." Rosetta put down the teacup in his hand and said with a hint of emotion. "Thank you for your hospitality, even though it's only in the 'dream'."
"You're welcome." Gwen nodded, and then looked at Rosetta with a hint of curiosity. "I suddenly want to ask you a question. When the God of War broke free at the last stage, you seemed to be ready to reverse the magic polarity of the entire Winter Castle to perish with him. Was that really your last card? Were you really going to end it all with your own death? "
"To be honest, that was indeed my last card. Don't doubt, I'm telling the truth. I was ready to perish with the God of War. No matter how the future generations record it, my death today will indeed end it all, "Rosetta said calmly, but then he shook his head and suddenly changed the topic." But from today onwards, I probably won't make a similar choice. "
"Why?" Gwen asked curiously.
"Because what you showed me," Rosetta said slowly. "To Typhon, you are too scary. No matter how great your ideals are, you are first and foremost a terrible opponent. So as long as you are alive, I dare not die."
"… That's really a compliment." Gwen was startled for a moment. He smiled helplessly and shook his head. "Then I may live for many, many years. There is a high probability that you won't live longer than me."
Rosetta stood up expressionlessly. After a few seconds, he suddenly smiled. "I'll do my best."
A faint dizziness suddenly struck him. The surrounding scenery began to shake and fade. Rosetta felt that his connection with this wonderful space was rapidly weakening. At the same time, he gradually heard voices from the real world. He realized that the 'time limit' that Bertilla mentioned before leaving was approaching. Before he completely left this world, he looked up at Gwen again and asked very solemnly, "The land you just showed me … outside the sea outside it, how big is the world?"
The scene in front of him quickly fell apart. The endless sky and the vast mirror-like water disappeared in a chaotic light and shadow. His five senses from the real world suddenly recovered. The whistling wind in his ears and the cold air on his face strongly hinted that this dreamlike 'contact' had ended. And in the last remaining connection of this spiritual illusion, he vaguely heard Gwen's answer. "Very big …"
"Is that so? That sounds good …"
Rosetta suddenly opened his eyes when he felt his feet on the ground. At the same time, he heard a voice coming from nearby. "Your Majesty! Your Majesty! How are you? Your Majesty? "
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw Palin Winterfort and several high-ranking combat mages running into the hall. These people ran towards him nervously. Aside from nervousness, there was also a trace of apology on Winterfort's face.
"I'm very sorry. I disobeyed your order," Winterfort said as soon as he ran up to Rosetta. "You ordered us not to let anyone near the Arcane Hall, but we just saw a flying machine suddenly break through the wall of the hall. We were worried that you were in danger, so —"
"It's okay," Rosetta interrupted Winterfort. "I'll let it go."
As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked around the spacious hall, but there was no one in sight except for Winterfort and several combat mages. The Divine Eye had disappeared, and he could not see the huge spider limb. The brain flying machine that broke through the wall was also gone. The hall was in a mess. Broken bricks and tiles were scattered on the ground in front of him. There was a big hole in the wall not far away, and the whistling cold wind was blowing in through the hole, reminding him that what had just happened was not an illusion.
"Where did the flying machine go?" Hao Ren asked casually.
"It just flew out and ran away in front of everyone," Winterfort said with a trace of embarrassment and annoyance. "We wanted to stop it, but all the mage towers were either exhausted or severely damaged. We couldn't launch an attack. Some of the combat mages who tried to stop it were entangled by the strange flying soldiers. They fought with mental attacks that were difficult to defend against, and there seemed to be a powerful interference force field around the flying machines. The exhausted combat mages were quickly defeated …"
As he spoke, the loyal Count quickly added, "But don't worry, I've already informed a few battlemage groups nearby that can still move to prepare to fly into the air and intercept …"
"No need," Rosetta immediately interrupted him. "Cecil's men are not our enemies now."
"… They just crashed into the floor you're on," Winterfort could not help but remind him. "Is this a misunderstanding?"
Rosetta was silent for a moment before he said slowly, "… This is a Cecil style of support. Anyway, don't worry about the flying machines. Let them go. "
…
Gwen slowly opened his eyes, and the busy scene in the command post of Winterwolf Fort came into view.
Philip quickly came up to him and said, "Your Majesty, the psionic singers and the wetware servers have started their return journey. Typhon's men did not stop them."
Gwen nodded slightly and said, "Well, as expected."
He believed that even if the Typhon army was extremely weak and exhausted at this moment, if they really wanted to intercept, they could always put together a few sorcerers to stop the "psionic choir" team that had exposed their whereabouts. Since they chose to stay put at this moment, it should be under Rosetta's orders … This was also a normal situation.
After all, the "seniority" of those wetware servers was probably much higher than Rosetta's.
"Don't worry too much about Typhon's movements." Gwen glanced at the battle map hanging not far away and turned to Philip. "Although the battle is over, we still have a lot to do. Send a few more search teams to the place where the wreckage of the God of War fell. No matter what it is, as long as it doesn't look right, get it back first. Remember to remind the soldiers to take precautions. "
He paused and added, "You may encounter Typhon's search team. Although they don't have the same level of mental defense technology as we do, they still have the basic siren runes, so they will definitely try to retrieve the wreckage of the God of War. Tell the frontline soldiers, if they are near our area of control, they will prioritize retrieving the wreckage. If they are in the enemy's area of control, they will prioritize retrieving the wreckage if they don't encounter anyone. If they encounter anyone, tell them that we are searching for the pilot who jumped out during the air battle. In short, try not to clash with Typhon's men. "
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Gwen thought for a while and asked casually, "Is Tyre awake?"
"Miss Tyre woke up half an hour ago. After knowing that the matter had been settled, she seemed a little disappointed. She should be awake now."
"The main wreckage area is near the Shadowy Swamp in the south. Let her work with the search team in that direction," Gwen said slowly. "She may be able to help us find more valuable samples of the God of War … but send someone to keep an eye on her, to prevent her from stealing too much."
After Philip left, Amber's figure gradually emerged from the air.
"Where did you go just now?" Gao Wen asked without raising his head.
"I've been keeping an eye on 'Lady Diana', but she looks very quiet. She hasn't done anything yet," Amber said casually, then glanced at Gwen. "You talked to 'the other side'?"
"It's a rare opportunity." Gwen nodded. "I don't want to waste the opportunity created by Bertilla."
Amber looked at Gwen very seriously. After a long time, she said slowly, "Looking at you … we probably won't attack Oldenheim."
"This plan was not included in the priority list. It was just a possibility after the war went out of control," Gwen said, looking a little serious. "Typhon … it's not the old Ansu after all. Attacking Oldenheim won't do either country any good."
"Ah — I understand what you mean. You're thinking about the demonic wave and the divine calamity, and the survival rate of the mortals as a whole in the face of disaster." Amber shrugged. She had been with Gwen for the longest time and obviously understood his thinking. "Then why did you ask Philip to send more search teams to compete with Typhon for the 'relics of the gods' scattered on the battlefield?"
"I hope to establish an order where mortals advance and retreat together, but this doesn't mean that we will stop and wait for anyone." Gwen glanced at Amber. "What's more, Typhon is far from being Cecil's' ally '. What happened on the battlefield is just a good start, but we still have a long way to go to achieve the order I envision."
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