Of course, Amber's wild thoughts were just wild thoughts. After the half-elf was done talking, Gwen glanced at the 'Shame of All Things' and asked, "Tell me, what do you think of what you heard today?"
"What I heard today?" Amber stuck out her tongue and shrunk her neck as she muttered, "I feel like what I heard today is deadly … I would have been silenced if I were in a different situation …"
Gwen continued to look at the half-elf with a half-smile on his face until her expression became more and more awkward. She could no longer keep up the act until she had to whisper, "Actually, I've long noticed that the identity of an 'extraterrestrial wanderer' isn't just a bluff …"
"I know you've noticed it." Gwen's lips curled up. "Of course you've noticed it."
Amber stared at Gwen. After a few seconds, her expression relaxed. Her usual carefree look returned to her. She smiled and said proudly, "Of course — I'm the most well-informed person in the Northern Continent."
"If even my intelligence minister can't piece together the truth from all the information, then the Empire's intelligence system is obviously facing the biggest crisis." Gwen sighed softly, as if something in his heart had suddenly been put down. He felt a little relieved, but at the same time, curious. "But … do you think Heti and Rebecca have noticed it?"
Amber tilted her head, then looked up at the distant sunset, letting the pale golden clouds reflect in her Amber eyes. "I guess … from the day you walked out of the tomb, they didn't care whether you're Gwen Cecil or not. And now, this question is even more meaningless. "
Gwen looked at the half-elf with some surprise. He knew that under her careless appearance, there was a very bright mind, but he had never thought that she had even considered this level of question. Amber's answer seemed to remind him of something. He showed a thoughtful look, and finally put all his thoughts away with a smile.
Everything that Gwen Cecil was familiar with was long gone. There were only a few people who could survive 700 years. And for those who were active in this era, they only needed to know the Gwen of today.
This question was indeed meaningless.
"Speaking of which, you didn't mention the God of Nature to the Queen." Amber saw the change in Gwen's expression and suddenly reminded him. "You're not going to tell her? If the elves want to join the Theocratic Council, this matter will be brought to the table sooner or later. At least for the Silver Queen, who has both a theocracy and a monarch, she will sooner or later come into contact with the core of the disobedience plan, and sooner or later she will know about Amoun's existence. "
"Yes, sooner or later, but now is not the time." Gwen nodded. "At least before the elves officially join our plan, and before we confirm that Bersetia can unify and control all the upper echelons of the Elven Empire, this matter cannot be brought up. The elves' situation is different from ours. Their ruling system has been in operation for tens of thousands of years, and their court has long developed into a behemoth that outsiders can't fully understand. Even the powerful Silver Queen may not be able to control all of this. "
At this point, he paused and said slowly, "It's not that I don't believe in Bersetia, but this matter involves the gods, and the elves … they have tried many times to bring the gods back to this world in the past 3,000 years."
"Yes, if the existence of Amoun the Giant Deer spreads to the ordinary people of the Silver Empire, it may cause a lot of trouble." Amber thought for a moment and sighed in agreement. "When they couldn't find any clues, they could come up with several 'embryonic forms of gods'. Now that they have a clue, I'm afraid they will come up with a 'restoration of the ancestral gods' within a year. There may even be some old guys who are still alive who use their prestige to force the royal family to bring back the true gods. The Silver Queen may not be able to handle this."
"That's what I'm worried about," Gwen said, nodding. "After all, Bersetia said that five centuries ago, she had wiped out a secret cult that tried to summon the gods. Five centuries may be a long time for humans, but for the elves, it's just 'five hundred years'."
Amber opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but suddenly closed it again. She looked at the corner of the street, where Sonia, the high-ranking messenger, was walking towards them.
"It seems that you have finished your talk with Her Majesty," Sonia came before Gwen and bowed slightly. Of course, she was very concerned about the conversation between Gwen and the Silver Queen in the past half a day, but she did not show any curiosity or ask about it. "Do you need me to show you the rest of the town?"
"There's no need for that. You can go to Rebecca. She needs someone to look after her more than I do," Gawain said as he looked in a certain direction in the town. "As for me … I have to meet other friends. Don't worry, Solderin is also among the guards. He's a good guide here. "
Sonia looked at Gwen and Amber without any doubt. She just took half a step back and said, "If that's the case, I'll take my leave first."
The high-ranking messenger's figure gradually faded away. The attendants and guards who were waiting nearby also received Amber's signal. Two magic cars nimbly came to Gwen's side. When one of the doors opened, Solderin got out from the passenger seat and looked at Gwen with a smile. "Did the negotiation with Her Majesty go well?"
"Not quite as expected, but as smooth as expected," Gwen smiled and nodded. At the same time, he asked casually, "The people from Typhon should have arrived, right?"
"Yes, just now the diplomatic mission sent a message. A messenger from Typhon came to visit with the seal of the Augustus Royal Family. Rosetta Augustus invites you to meet in Conference Room 7 of the Emerald Hall."
"Well, this is what we've discussed in advance." Gwen had expected this. He turned to Amber and said, "Get in the car. I'm afraid we won't be able to rest for the next few days."
…
Driven by magic, a gentle breeze blew through the flowers and plants in the Southern Kingdom, bringing a comfortable and pleasant fragrance. The faint light of dusk shone into the courtyard from the gap in the high wall in the distance and swept all the way into the bushes beside the path, leaving a trail of light. Flying insects flitted past the trail, and light dust seemed to sprinkle under the flashing figures.
All of this made the small garden seem quieter than ever.
The tea on the table had cooled down again, but Bersetia did not ask the maid to change it. She just casually stirred the golden-red liquid with a teaspoon and asked casually, "In which direction did they go?"
"In the direction of the Emerald Hall," the high-ranking maid Irene bowed and said, "In addition, Typhon's car is also parked in the open space behind the Emerald Hall. They should be planning to have a closed-door negotiation before the formal meeting."
"Is that so …" Bersetia seemed a little careless. "I don't know what they are going to talk about."
"Do we need to ask around?" Another high-grade maid bent down and asked cautiously.
"No," Bersetia said without hesitation. "We don't need such a trick. It's no good. It just increases the risk. No matter what agreement Cecil and Typhon will reach in this negotiation, the final result will be revealed in the near future. "
"Yes, Your Majesty."
The garden was quiet again. The black tea in the cup slowly swirled and calmed down. Bersetia seemed to enjoy the rare leisure and tranquility. It was not until a few minutes later that she suddenly broke the silence. "Irene, about Uncle Gwen … How do you feel after seeing him again?"
The high-ranking maid named Irene thought for a moment, bowed her head and replied, "Everything is as I remember. I am very happy to see that he is very healthy now. Your Majesty, do you notice anything wrong? "
Bersetia raised her eyelids, but before she could speak, a series of footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the garden entrance. A servant appeared at the end of the path, holding a delicate wooden box in his hand. After getting permission, the servant came to Bersetia and put the wooden box on the white round table. "Your Majesty, Cecil's messenger has just sent a gift from His Majesty Gwen Cecil."
Helene took a step forward and opened the wooden box. What was inside wasn't any precious treasure, but a box of desserts of all shapes and sizes.
Bersetia quietly looked at the colorful pastries in the box, and a smile finally appeared on her calm face. She sighed softly and said as if she was talking to herself, "There's nothing wrong with it, Irene."
…
As more and more envoys gathered at the elven outpost on the border of the wasteland, the focus of the entire mortal world was focused on the northeast of the Great Wall. In the distant capital of the Empire at the foot of the Gloom Mountains, Cecil's palace was much quieter than before.
The master of the empire and Her Highness, the most boisterous princess in the palace, had left. Great Governor Heidi spent half of her time in the government office. During the days when the master of the empire was away, there would be no visitors here. As a result, every corridor and every room seemed to have lost a lot of vitality.
But Betty did not hate such quiet days. Of course, she did not dislike the liveliness in the past.
Betty's heels knocked on the marble floor, making a series of crisp sounds. She walked briskly through the wide corridor. When the attendants and maids passed by her, they would stop and respectfully salute and greet the head maid. Betty always responded politely to everyone, and most of the time, she could even call out their names.
All these years of studying had improved her mind a lot.
When the attendants and maids left, Betty could hear them talking in a low voice. Some of the words occasionally drifted into her ears. Most of them were talking about His Majesty's trip, the news in the newspaper, and the meeting thousands of miles away. They spent most of their time in this big house, but when they talked, it was as if they were accompanying His Majesty on the negotiation field.
Betty could not keep up with their thoughts, but she still felt better when she saw that everyone was so energetic.
After completing the routine inspection, the "trusted head maid of the emperor" breathed a sigh of relief. She looked up and saw that she had reached the end of a corridor. A door inlaid with brass runes stood in front of her, and two fully armed royal guards were dutifully standing guard.
She walked towards the door. The two guards bowed their heads and greeted her with a smile. "Miss Betty, good evening."
"Good evening," Betty responded politely. She looked at the door and asked, "Is there anything going on inside?"
One of the guards immediately straightened up and said, "No, everything is normal."
"Well, I'm going in. It's time to check."
"Of course." The guard immediately stepped aside and opened the door. "Please come in."
Betty nodded and thanked the guard. She then walked past the guard and into the heavy door inlaid with brass runes.
Behind the door was a spacious and bright room. There was almost no furnishings, but there were countless neat rune boards laid on the floor and the surrounding walls. The runes gave off a faint light, so that the whole room seemed to be floating with a layer of fog-like halo. Independent ventilation holes could be seen on the roof of the room. A clean and constant temperature air current blew out, maintaining a very comfortable and warm temperature throughout the room.
After the heavy door closed behind her, Betty raised her eyes and looked at the center of the room. There was a special platform with a groove, and a two-meter-high sphere with a pale golden surface stood quietly on the platform.
This was the "guest" that His Majesty had specially asked her to take good care of.
Betty calmed herself down and circled the huge "egg" twice to make sure that it was still intact. Then she checked the text and symbols on a holographic projection nearby to make sure that the thermostat and charging devices in the room were working properly. She actually did not know how to operate these complex and advanced devices, but she had completed all the courses in the General College and even a small part of the advanced courses in the Imperial College. It was more than enough for her to understand the parameter reports in the holographic projection.
After completing all the routine checks, the servant girl breathed a sigh of relief. Then she returned to the giant egg with a piece of soft white cloth in her hand. She blew on the surface of the giant egg and began to carefully wipe the eggshell with the soft cloth.
The squeaking sound of the cloth rubbing against the smooth surface of the eggshell echoed in the room.
Soon, the giant egg became brighter and brighter under Betty's wiping, and the surface could even vaguely reflect a person's figure.
The servant girl was obviously very satisfied with the result of her work. She took a step back, carefully observed her masterpiece, and nodded with a smile. Then she frowned slightly as if she was seriously thinking about something.
It was said that this was an "egg", but it seemed to be more than an egg. Her Highness Rebecca said that this was an important guest, and His Majesty had specially asked this "guest" to be taken good care of. Since this was a guest, would it be better to say hello?
Betty thought carefully and finally made up her mind. She tidied up the skirt and wrinkles of the servant girl's dress, and then bowed very seriously to the giant egg. "Hello, my name is Betty."
"Hello, my name is Enya."
The giant egg replied politely.
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