Gwen did not know much about the Ironman technology of the Kingdom of Gondor. Although he had inherited the memory of Gwen Cecil, Gwen Cecil was just a lowly Knight apprentice born in the Gondor border area. His limited knowledge came from a few rural teachers, and his education level obviously did not involve much about the Ironman technology.
In Gwen's own understanding, this technology was a combination of strong artificial intelligence and bionic robots. It was cutting-edge technology, whether on Earth or in this world.
But in his limited knowledge, at least one thing was certain: all the ironmen belonged to the Ironmen Legion from the day they walked out of the production line. Whether they were sent to various legions in the inland or to a certain outpost on the border, the ironmen could not leave the legion. The relevant logic was written into the bottom of the core of their minds, and it was impossible for them to change it with their own abilities.
As a former member of the Gondor royal family, Veronica/Ophilia obviously knew this.
So when she saw an Ironman soldier who claimed to have left the Ironman Army, even she could not help but be surprised. "Left the Ironman Army? How did you do it? "
Diana shook her head. "I don't remember. My memory device had malfunctioned, and a lot of content was lost after the repair. I only know that I have indeed left the army. My mental core has a clear understanding of this."
Veronica looked serious. She carefully looked at the Ironman soldier who had been active in the human world for hundreds of years. Her tone was as gentle as ever. "So, you are now serving the royal family of the Typhon?"
"Yes." Diana nodded slightly. "They had taken me in and repaired me. I swore to serve their family."
"Gratitude … A normal Ironman does not seem to make such a logical judgment, but it is not important." Veronica shook her head gently. "Do you mind if I ask you a few more questions?"
Diana looked at Veronica. After a moment of thought, she nodded. "As long as it does not violate the oath I made to the Augustus family, and does not violate the logic of my mind."
"It's just something that has little to do with this era." Veronica said gently. "Do you remember where you were and what you did?"
Diana recalled a little and nodded. "I was one of the guards at the Viplandon Observatory, responsible for the safety of Sir Scott Plantin and Mr. Alphonse Hall."
"Then do you remember the outbreak of the demonic tide? Were you still at the observatory at that time? "
"… This memory is partially missing, but it can be restored generally." Diana hesitated this time, but then nodded. "I am sure that I worked at the observatory until the last moment before the demonic tide outbreak, but I have no memory of the specific situation at that time...."
Veronica thought for a moment and asked, "What happened after that? What do you remember? "
"After that, my memory was largely blank. When my consciousness came back online, I had come to a country re-established by the Gondor survivors. At that time, it was still called the Kingdom of Typhon," Diana replied. "I was recovered by their court scholars and mages. According to them, I fell at the edge of the Magnificent Wall, and my body was seriously damaged. They brought me to Olandale as a research sample, and it took nearly 30 years to wake me up. At that time, it was already the year 47 of Typhon."
"It took them 30 years to repair you?" Gwen, who had been listening quietly, finally could not help but ask. "And it was already the year 47 of Typhon. That is to say, you wandered for more than a decade after the outbreak of the demonic tide before you were discovered by the humans near the Magnificent Wall?"
"In terms of time, it is true," Diana said calmly. "But I can't be sure whether I was wandering in the wasteland or outside the wall near the wasteland for more than ten years. This part of my memory is completely missing."
"… In the demonic tide, almost all the unprotected Ironmen were destroyed by the impact, so you should have been outside the wall. But nothing is absolute. The core state of your mind is a little strange. This may mean that you were lucky to survive the demonic tide," Veronica said thoughtfully. "In any case, you have lost the memory between the outbreak of the demonic tide and entering the human kingdom. Do you really have no memory of it at all?"
Diana showed a very human-like look of contemplation and confusion. Although the change in her expression was subtle, it was still amazing that she was almost indistinguishable from a real person. Then she shook her head. "I only remember a very brief and vague impression. Sir Scott Plantine ordered me to go northeast. I don't remember anything else."
This was the second time the name of the knight had come up. Amber could not help but ask, "Who is Sir Scott Plantine?"
It was not Diana who answered her, but Veronica, who was holding a platinum scepter. This ancient rebel apparently knew more about the upper echelons of the Kingdom of Gondor than Gwen. "He was the manager of the Vipranton Observatory."
"Then it's obvious. When the Demonic Tide broke out, the director of the Vipranton Observatory ordered his bodyguards to evacuate and run to the safe zone. Then this lady did as she was told. But she may not have run as fast as the Demonic Tide, and she did not move with the fleeing troops at that time, so she was probably caught by the Demonic Tide. After she was damaged, she wandered between the wasteland and the human kingdom for a dozen years until she was finally found by the people of Typhon. After that, she was repaired for thirty years. After that, she was able to move again, but most of her memory was lost. Basically, that's how it went." Amber pinched her chin, her pointy ears twitching as she analyzed. But then she scratched her head and looked at Gwen. "By the way, where is the Vipranton Observatory?"
"Near the northern border of the Kingdom of Gondor, near the Magic Scorch." Gwen flipped the map in his mind as he looked at Diana. "If you head northeast from there, as long as you don't deviate too much, you should encounter the eastern end of the Gloom Mountains. At that time, the Dark Forest had not spread there, so you had the opportunity to cross the mountains and directly enter the northern part of the Shadowy Swamp. That is indeed the territory of Typhon. It's a difficult journey, and I should congratulate you on completing it safely. "
Diana bowed her head slightly to Gwen. "Thank you for the compliment."
"It's not a compliment." Gwen waved his hand and then looked at Diana curiously. "So … did you tell Rosetta Augustus about this?"
"Please forgive me for not being able to tell you," the black-haired maid said calmly but firmly.
"… It seems that as long as it's about your master, you will not casually talk to strangers." Gwen was not surprised. "But I guess he must know, and he must know more than us. For hundreds of years, the Augustus Family should have inquired about everything they can find out."
Diana still maintained her indifferent expression, neither affirming nor denying. It was not even a tacit agreement. It was only at this moment that she showed a "special characteristic" that was different from a real person. Her face, covered in bionic skin and made of steel and polymer inside, did not reveal any information.
Then Veronica and Gwen asked a few more questions. Without violating the rules, Diana answered some of them. For Veronica's sake, the lady's attitude was actually quite cooperative, but she did not reveal any valuable information.
After all the questions and answers were over, Diana's eyes swept between Gwen, Veronica, and Amber. She asked patiently, "So, can I leave now? Or are you going to disassemble me to get more information? "
"Ah, of course not." Gwen was startled and quickly waved his hand. Then he could not help but fall into a brief hesitation, but after a quick weighing of the pros and cons, he nodded. "You can leave, Miss Diana."
"Then, thank you for taking care of me during this period." The black-haired maid bowed slightly, lifted her skirt again, and then deliberately bowed to Veronica next to her. Only then did she take half a step back and gradually disappeared into the air.
After the maid's figure and aura disappeared for a few seconds, Amber suddenly looked at Gwen. "Are you really going to let her go just like that? If you regret it, I can still stop her. She left a more obvious trace at the edge of the Shadow Realm. I can track it. "
To be honest, Gwen was a little conflicted in his heart. After all, such a special Gondor who might hide countless secrets just left right under his nose. Her story was really unbearable. But after some hesitation, he shook his head. "We can't detain the emissary sent by Typhon for no reason, especially such a special 'emissary'."
Diana did have a lot of secrets, but Gwen thought carefully. These secrets did not seem to involve the core interests of Typhon or Cecil. At this stage, it seemed that they could only be used to satisfy his curiosity. In terms of value, it was not worthwhile to threaten the fragile and dangerous balance between the two countries in order to dig out these secrets.
There was still a long way to go.
He felt that this would not be the last time he dealt with the 'Gondor machine lady'.
"Actually, I'm a little worried that Typhon will get some … sensitive information from her." Amber was obviously more worried. The usually careless half-elf was quite sharp in terms of intelligence. "For example, Veronica has just revealed her identity. If we let her go just like that, wouldn't it be a little … hasty?"
"How come I didn't know you were so astute?" Gwen looked at Amber, a little surprised. But before she jumped up, Gwen smiled and shook his head. "It's good to be astute. Veronica's identity is indeed a little special. But … what kind of threat do you think this information will pose to Cecil when it reaches Rosetta's ears?"
Amber froze for a moment. She subconsciously pinched her chin. While thinking, she muttered, "There doesn't seem to be a clear threat … Rosetta can't do anything about this information … but after all, this is important information. People like Rosetta will seize and use any valuable information."
"Yes, he will probably think about it," Gwen said slowly. "But it's okay. In a sense, I don't mind him knowing more about the rebels, including some of our 'little secrets' … If he can think more about these little secrets, or even lose sleep for a few nights, that's even better."
Amber blinked and stared at Gwen for a long time. Finally, she muttered, "I'm afraid he's scheming again …"
Gwen did not seem to hear Amber's muttering. He noticed that Veronica was a little absent-minded since the beginning, which was very rare for her. He could not help but ask, "What's wrong? Are you still thinking about that 'Diana'? "
"It's nothing." Veronica shook her head. "I'm thinking about her, but it's not important."
As she said, she slowly raised her head and looked into the distance. Then, she looked back at Gwen and said, "Please allow me to leave. I've been 'watching' for too long. I'm a little tired."
"Of course," Gwen immediately agreed. "You've worked hard. Go and rest."
Watching the 'Saintess Princess' leave the courtyard, Gwen let out a sigh of relief. At the same time, he thought of a detail just now.
When Veronica looked into the distance, she did not seem to be looking at Winter Fort — where Diana theoretically returned — but looking in the direction of the Gondor wasteland.
This made him ponder for a moment. But soon he shook his head and put this matter aside for the time being. He had other things to do.
Gwen raised his right hand and his eyes fell on a silver-white ring on his finger.
He recalled his recent trip to Tarlonde and his last conversation with the Dragon God, Enya. That conversation ended with the sudden changes in the situation of the Lorien Continent and the changes in the God of War.
Now, the divine catastrophe that befell the mortals was finally over. The battle on the Winter Fort defensive line had been settled. Maybe he should contact the Giant Dragon. They might also be paying attention to the changes in the situation of this divine catastrophe.
Gwen bent his finger and gently stroked the surface of the mithril ring.
A subtle magic power flowed in this light and delicate magic device, communicating with the distant Tarlonde. However …
There was no response.
…
In the north of the Lorien Continent, on the peak of the towering mountains of the Dukedom of Holy Dragon.
The cold wind whistled through the mountains. The snow that was blown off the top of the Dragon Leap Cliff swirled in the wind, passing through the huge stone buildings on the mountain and rolling up the thick and simple outer wall of the Dragon's Arrival Fortress. It was blocked outside the fortress by the burning braziers and invisible Draconic magic.
Archduke Balogel Knarr stood on a circular platform at the highest point of the Dragon's Arrival Fortress. He removed the protective barrier around the platform and let the howling cold wind roll up his gray hair and thick cloak.
His gaze pierced through the wind and snow and looked in the direction of the northern sea.
Omega's voice was howling in his mind. But as a special 'person who left home,' he still maintained the thinking of his flesh and blood brain and did not respond to Omega's call.
But even so, it was time for him to 'go home.'
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