Gwen knew that even though he had reached a consensus with Rosetta here, there were still countless details to be discussed in the process of reconstructing the trans-continental route, how to distribute the profits of the route, how to ensure the safety of ships, and how to lay the foundation for the future International Maritime Act. And at least on paper, this agreement must also ensure that Typhon and other countries had "equal opportunities" after the development of navigation technology. The follow-up negotiation process may last for a long time. Even after the 112 meeting, there would be many staged meetings waiting for diplomats from both sides (and other parties who may participate in the future).
After all, this was a historical event that could change the situation of the continent. Even if Cecil would have an overwhelming say in the trans-continental route, Gwen must give enough respect and dignity to every participant. Otherwise, it would be inconsistent with the political views he had always promoted.
But no matter how the later negotiations and details were adjusted, the general direction of this matter had been set, and there would be no change. This was the meaning of a closed-door meeting.
After finally nodding, Rosetta seemed to have unloaded a heavy burden or overcome a difficult challenge. He breathed a sigh of relief, and the muscles on his cheeks relaxed.
Gwen and Amber both thought that he would at least be depressed and disappointed for a moment, but to their surprise, Rosetta just breathed a sigh of relief. His eyes were still bright, and he seemed to be brimming with inextinguishable confidence. He had found the next goal that he could fight for. This goal may be more difficult than any challenge he had faced in the country, but it raised his fighting spirit.
"All of us will usher in a better era, right?" He looked at Gwen, and there was a glimmer of light in his deep eyes.
"Of course, we are not sitting here to let our country go backward," Gwen smiled, picked up the wine glass on the coffee table, and raised it to Rosetta. "How about a toast to our tomorrow?"
Rosetta also raised his glass. In the crisp clinking sound, the foundation and initial distribution of the economic structure of the Lolun Continent for the next few decades had been completed.
And before putting down the glass, Rosetta said, "Now that this matter has been settled, the Cecil army stationed at Winterwolf Fort …"
Gwen laughed. "The soldiers will go home before the end of spring. Many families need to be reunited. My engineering team can work hard. Maybe we can even restore the trade route around Winterwolf Fort before the Fiery Moon."
"… Restarting the trade route can stimulate the local economy. Several towns south of Winterwolf Fort may become places of flourishing commerce," Rosetta said slowly. "On this warm day … should our Typhon soldiers go home too?"
"Of course, it will also be before the end of spring." Gwen's answer was even more straightforward. In fact, he did not intend to take Andesha and the Typhon soldiers who were captured at the same time as hostages. He did not intend to use these 'bargaining chips' to do anything. Although he once wanted to mass produce Extraordinaries in Typhon, with the continuous breakthroughs in artificial nerve cord technology, the application of 'wetware mainframe' and 'servo cranium' in auxiliary spellcasting, Cecil's shortcoming in mass-producing Extraordinaries had found another breakthrough point, and he did not need any 'hostages'.
Under such circumstances, instead of using 'hostages' in exchange for some benefits that were no longer important, it was better to use the opportunity to strengthen his reputation in the Alliance, strengthen the persuasiveness of the 'community with a shared future', and gain some positive international image. Besides, he was also looking forward to the benefits of the 'flourishing commerce' promised by Rosetta.
After that, they finalized the handling of many post-war affairs. The details still needed to be discussed in detail by the diplomats and the think tanks of both sides, but the general direction was finalized in the meeting room. As time went by, the morning sun gradually rose into the sky, and the topic of dealing with the aftermath of the war finally came to an end.
Gwen exhaled and looked at Rosetta sitting opposite him. He mentioned something else. "I'm here today to tell you something else."
"Something else?" Rosetta's face flashed with a hint of doubt. "About what?"
Gwen picked up a Thorin fruit and observed the smooth red surface of the fruit under the sun. He said slowly, "Tarlonde — do you know this name?"
"Tarlonde …" Rosetta's face immediately showed a thoughtful expression. He slowly nodded. "Not long ago, this name was completely unfamiliar to me. But recently, I've heard a lot of information about it. Half of it came from your newspapers. It's the kingdom of the Giant Dragon, in the far north, opposite the Eternal Storm, right?"
"Yes." Gwen nodded. "Of course, now that the Eternal Storm has disappeared, there is only a vast sea between us and the kingdom of the Giant Dragon."
"… The kingdom of the Dragon, I used to think it was just a legend. Everyone thought it was just a legend. Although we all know that dragons are real, many stories described them as creatures living in a different dimension, like those elemental creatures or spirit creatures," Rosetta said with a hint of emotion. "Who would have thought that there is a civilization built by the Giant Dragon just outside the Lolun Continent?"
Gwen quietly looked at Rosetta. He deliberately waited for two seconds before he slowly broke the silence. "Yes, this civilization does exist, and not only does it exist, but they will also become a member of the Alliance."
The room instantly quieted down. Even someone as calm as Rosetta was a little stunned at this moment. Mathilda, who was sitting next to him, could not hide her astonishment. Her eyes were wide open for a long time. It was not until Gwen broke the silence that the two of them reacted.
"It seems that you are very surprised," Gwen said with a smile.
"What did you just say?" Rosetta looked at Gwen with his eyes wide open. He could not hide the surprise in his voice. "You said … you even invited the Giant Dragon to this meeting? The real Giant Dragon?! "
"Yes," Gwen nodded. "Although Cecil has publicized the existence of the Giant Dragon in the media, the fact that they will participate in the Alliance meeting is still a secret. It's normal that you don't know about it. I deliberately controlled the news. In short, the Giant Dragon will appear in the Alliance meeting and join us as a mortal kingdom. I think this will be a good promotion for the meeting process. "
At this time, Rosetta had recovered from the shock. He calmed down and said thoughtfully, "… Indeed, if the giant dragon descends from the sky and announces its willingness to join the alliance, then the representatives who have doubts and doubts about the alliance will be greatly shocked. I can't think of anyone who would throw out a voice of opposition under such circumstances. They may not even be able to keep calm and think … This is a card that is unexpected."
As he said, he could not help but look up at Gwen. He looked a little puzzled. "Who else knows about this?"
"As a witness and recorder, the Silver Queen Bersetia and the ambassador from the Duchy of Holy Dragon in the north — no one else," Gwen said. "The former is the organizer of the meeting and naturally knows the list of all the representatives. The latter has a close relationship with the Giant Dragon."
"… Dragon descendant. I still remember the shock I felt when the frontline reported that there were dragons in Cecil's air force. Even when we later found out that the 'Giant Dragon' was actually a 'dragon descendant' from the north, the shock did not lessen much." Rosetta shook his head with a complicated expression. His tone was obviously emotional. "I didn't expect that in such a short time, I would be shocked by the real Giant Dragon … But why did you tell me this?"
"Because Tarlonde needs help now," Gwen said solemnly. "And I plan to use this to establish a long-term Food Committee and establish the basic order of mutual support among the members of the Alliance. For this, I need more powerful support, and Typhon is the most powerful voice in the south and east of the continent."
"… Tarlonde needs help?" Rosetta felt that this topic was heading in the direction of a legend, almost to the point where he could not understand. "You mean the legendary Giant Dragon? The Giant Dragon that can destroy a human city alone? They came to the Lolun Continent to ask for help? "
"It's a long story." Gwen sighed softly. "First of all, please don't treat them as despicable people who come to the human world for help in times of crisis. What happened to Tarlonde is more tragic than anything you and I have ever experienced, and it all started from 1.87 million years ago …"
Rosetta got up in silence, picked up the red wine on the tea table and poured a glass for Gwen, and then poured a glass for himself. Judging from Gwen's expression, he had judged that the story would be very long.
…
Betty came to the room where the golden giant egg was placed. The dragon egg named "Enya" was still quietly standing on the base with a groove. The bright sunlight of near noon shone in, spilling over the walls and the floor, making the faint halo around the golden giant egg seem brighter. A very peaceful atmosphere lingered in the room, making the maid, who was already in a good mood, even happier.
"Good morning! Madam Enya! " Betty walked briskly to the golden giant egg, bowed politely, and greeted happily. "Ah, are you reading the newspaper?"
She saw a newspaper floating in the air in front of the giant golden egg. The well-printed paper glowed faintly under the sun. Some kind of invisible force lifted it, making it float at a forty-five-degree angle in front of the giant egg. At this time, the newspaper turned a page, and the paper made a pleasant sound as it flipped in the air.
"Good morning, Betty." A gentle voice came from the giant egg. "Yes, I'm reading the newspaper — the one you hurriedly sent over this morning."
"Ah, I was a little busy this morning, so I didn't have time to chat with you …" Betty scratched her head a little embarrassedly, then looked at Enya and the newspaper floating in the air with shining eyes. "How is it? Do you find the things in the newspaper interesting? "
"It's very interesting — and very useful," Enya said with a smile. "I can understand what's happening in your country and understand how many of you think about the world … And I can't remember how many years it has been since I last saw such a primitive medium. These simple printed materials are full of vitality, and I like this feeling."
Betty thought for a while and could not help but say, "You always say such profound words … I feel a little confused."
"Ah, is that so … Sorry, I've always been used to this way of speaking," Enya said apologetically. "It's very difficult for me to express my feelings frankly and accurately. During this process, I also have to consider the listener's ability to accept it, which is even more difficult for me. I'll pay more attention in the future."
Betty heard it and quickly waved her hand. "You don't have to apologize. I'm slow to understand things, and I'm used to it! And I know that you're happy now — I'm happy too! "
The voice in the eggshell was quiet for a moment. Then, she asked curiously, "Betty, you always seem to be happy."
"Yes." Betty smiled brightly in the sun. "Because good things always happen."
"Good things always happen … That's great." Enya seemed to be touched, but she quickly put it aside, and her voice became lighter. "Can you tell me more about this city? Your story seems to be more interesting than what's written in the newspaper. "
"Of course!" Betty nodded happily. But before "telling the story," she first took out a piece of soft white cloth from her pocket. She then walked to the giant egg and said, "But I have to wipe the eggshell for you first. I can tell you while I wipe it."
Enya's tone suddenly became a little strange. "… Actually, I think it's okay if you don't wipe it. But if you think it's interesting, then go ahead."
Soon, the squeaking sound of the soft white cloth wiping the eggshell echoed in the room. Along with the squeaking sound, Betty began to tell Enya everything about Cecil City. In her eyes, the city had experienced and everything that had happened.
…
At the same time, in the deepest space of the Defiant Fortress, in the "courtyard" of the Shadow Realm, the giant deer Ah Mo 'en, who was covered in a white holy radiance, was lying quietly on the ground made of broken rocks, metal beams, and crystal shards.
The mountainous sacred creature had its eyes wide open, its eyes seemingly made of crystal and imbued with white radiance staring straight at something placed not far in front of it. It was a large Mana Net terminal device, its intricate base made of alloy embedded with a high-quality projection crystal, which flowed with a dim glimmer.
The device had not been activated yet. Not far from the device, there were magic obelisks for signal enhancement and transmission, additional Mana Net energy supply matrices, and other magical devices with various functions.
Not far from Amoun, there was a huge shadow. It was a beautiful lady as tall as a clock tower, her lower body made of illusory magic clouds. The lady was squatting by the side, looking at the large Mana Net terminal that had not been activated yet, and then at the motionless giant deer. After hesitating a few times, she finally could not help but ask, "Do you need help?"
"No." The former Goddess of Nature immediately refused. "I can do it myself."
"You have been messing around for a long time. Actually, to activate it, you only need …"
"No, I can do it myself!"
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