After the emissaries from Typhon left, the reception room of the Oak Hall quieted down. Silver Queen Bersetia came to the wide floor-to-ceiling window and looked at the direction of the town through the crystal glass. The lush roadside plants were dyed with a layer of golden yellow in the afterglow of the setting sun. The number of pedestrians and vehicles on the main road was decreasing little by little. Rangers in bright armor were marching past the sentry post in front of the main gate, and two Giant Eagle Knight were flying over the northern city wall, casting shadows on the distant clock tower.
"Typhon seems to be eager to facilitate the opening of ports and trade projects in the Return Coast and the Grey Eye Coast. Although they have been talking about these things for the past six months, they did not seem to be in such a hurry," Valentin Kingu, who was tall, thin, and serious in a red robe with golden edges, said respectfully as he stood not far behind the queen. "Although this is beneficial to us, is there something fishy behind it?"
"Perhaps the biggest fishy is the two secret talks between Gwen Cecil and Rosetta Augustus," Bersetia said without looking back. "Now I'm a little curious about what they talked about …"
Valentin immediately responded, "Understood, I'll arrange it now."
"No need, Elaine will be back soon," Bersetia said. Almost as soon as her voice trailed off, an imperceptible wind suddenly rolled up in the corner of the room, and a slender figure emerged from the corner of the room entwined with ivy.
The high-ranking elf maid, Elaine Venna, walked out of thin air and quickly came behind the Silver Queen. "I'm back, Your Majesty."
"How is it? Did you hear anything? "
Elaine lowered her head. "As you expected, Cecil has released a small part of the news — Typhon and Cecil will jointly reopen the route around the continent, and the countries on the continent can also participate."
"Reopen the route around the continent? Typhon and Cecil 'jointly'? " Bersetia finally turned around and stared at Elaine. "The news has been released … That is to say, Rosetta Augustus has agreed?"
"So far … yes," Elaine paused and continued with her head down. "And it seems that they have reached a consensus more than that."
"… The Parliament had originally predicted that Typhon and Cecil would have some kind of 'handover' of territory or resources in the process of concluding the covenant." Valentin was also surprised, but he quickly adjusted his expression and looked at his queen. "Your Majesty, our prediction has a serious deviation. Gwen Cecil has asked for more than we thought.
"He chose this time to forcibly restart the route around the continent …" Bersetia did not seem to hear Valentin's words. She was just thinking softly as if she was talking to herself. "Is he worried about Typhon's recovery speed?"
"Or maybe he is worried that the Silver Empire will completely turn to Typhon's settlement area," Valentin said. "Since the dispute in the Blue Rock Hills was resolved, the Kingdom of Kaolin and Typhon reconciled. The scale of our trade with Typhon is also rapidly expanding. I'm afraid this has alerted Cecil. Under the situation where the cost of land is high and air transport is not popular, opening the eastern route is the best way for them to prevent Typhon's settlement area from continuing to mature."
"Valentin, I think he wants more than this." The Silver Queen glanced at her Grand Secretary and shook her head gently. "But this is not the main point for us. The main point is why Emperor Typhon agreed to this … He should be very clear about the situation in his country. At this point in time, agreeing to Cecil's plan of the route around the continent is a joint cooperation in name, but in reality, it is equivalent to giving away the control of the entire route, and at least for a few decades …"
"Maybe he is facing an irresistible deterrent, or it could be an irresistible temptation. This is probably the part that Cecil and Typhon have not made public." Valentin's expression became serious. "Should we respond to the conditions of Typhon's messengers? Typhon obviously wants to fight for as much share and say in the southeast route as possible before the treaty of the route around the continent takes effect. This is very beneficial to us, but it may also cause dissatisfaction on Cecil's side. "
The Silver Queen looked at her Grand Secretary, as if she felt that his question was unnecessary. "Do we need to think about this? Of course we have to respond. We have been waiting for Typhon's side for half a year. But we can still raise the price a little. Believe me, Typhon's side is far from done. As for dissatisfaction on Cecil's side … "
The corners of her mouth curled up into a small smile. The evening sun shone into the room through the window, covering her back and feet like a cloak. "He's Gawain Cecil. He won't be dissatisfied."
…
The secret meeting between Gwen and Rosetta Augustus was just a segment before the meeting at No.112. In fact, during the preparation stage of the meeting, similar meetings and secret meetings were taking place in No.112.
Almost all the representatives participating in the meeting realized that the world's situation would change in a few days. Countless intelligence agents and think tanks were busy collecting and summarizing information from all sides like busy ants under the bushes. They extracted the valuable information and sent it to the higher-ups. Those with keen eyes and accurate judgment (or thought they had such ability) were stimulated by the information. They kept contacting their allies and competitors, preparing chips and collecting information, hoping to gain more initiative in the upcoming meeting.
The reception rooms and conference rooms in the Emerald Hall became particularly busy. Some rooms in the various hotels also became lively. Countless meetings and mediation were taking place in these rooms from morning to night. In some areas where the meetings were particularly "intensive", there were even such awkward and subtle situations. After the representatives finished a round of secret meetings, they pushed the door open and came to the corridor, just in time to see the king or the prime minister of the neighboring country coming out from the room next door. After greeting each other awkwardly or enthusiastically, the representatives who had just caught their breath in the corridor regrouped and walked into different rooms to continue the next round of discussions.
Nobody knew if any of the representatives had walked into the wrong room and messed up the list of alliances during the busy days of preparation.
On the other hand, while the representatives of the small and medium-sized forces were busy, the three most influential forces that attracted everyone's attention suddenly quieted down. Cecil, Typhon, and the Silver Empire. After the initial high-level contact, the three empires quickly quieted down. Only the ordinary diplomats maintained normal communication in private. The three empires sat and watched as the other forces were busy, as if they were waiting for the meeting to come.
Some of the representatives were a little uneasy about this, but most of them did not have the spare energy to pay attention to the movements of the three empires. They had become increasingly aware of how powerful a behemoth the new alliance would be. For the representatives of the small countries who did not have the ability to influence the situation of the big countries, finding a better "position" in this behemoth was obviously the most important thing for them to pay attention to.
Time flew by quickly under such an undercurrent situation, and the scheduled date of the meeting finally arrived. Temple of Reading
The first ray of sunlight in the morning illuminated the crystal spire at the highest point of Foothold No. 112. The large, pale green crystal burned brightly under the sunlight. The bells in every part of the town rang at the same time. Elite rangers in silver light armor and feathered helmets appeared at every key intersection. Arcanotech vehicles with flags of different countries were gathered in front of the main guesthouses. These vehicles were provided by Cecil, the initiator of the meeting. Except for the different flags, they were identical in every other aspect.
In fact, apart from the magic vehicles, most of the materials for the meeting were also the same. The Silver Empire, as the organizer, provided most of them, while Cecil and Typhon shared the rest. This "consistency" was a special arrangement made by Gwen, and he had his own intentions.
All the representatives were of the same standard, and their seats were equal. Even if they had different speaking rights and roles in the alliance, it should not be reflected in the extravagance and national strength. This "consistency" was completely different from the "rules" in the old tradition where the meeting of the various forces was equal to showing off their strength. At the same time, it was also a simple manifestation of some basic concepts in the "community with a shared future".
Of course, some of the representatives might only feel that these arrangements were strange and did not necessarily understand Gwen's intentions. But before the meeting was over … they would understand.
During the preparation period a few days ago, the participants had received advance notice and understood the docking process. Therefore, they quickly boarded the vehicles prepared for them. However, to the surprise of many representatives, these vehicles did not go to the Jade Long Hall, the largest gathering place in the town, or other large facilities. Instead, they drove straight out of the city.
In a magic vehicle with the national emblem of the Ogoray tribe, the petite Wenna Baizhi craned her neck and looked out of the window. She looked at the direction of the vehicles in surprise. After she withdrew her gaze, she could not help but look at the elven administrator sitting in the front passenger seat. "The venue is outside the city? Not the halls in the city? "
"Yes, outside the city." The blonde elf with slender eyebrows and beautiful eyes turned and smiled at Wenna. Although the Silver Elves and the Gray Elves had been separated for a long time, at least they were both "elves". As a distant relative of the Silver Elves, the administrator was very friendly to Wenna. "The procedure manual has stated that the venue is in the Stone Ring of Oaths. There is no place called the Stone Ring of Oaths in the city."
"But I don't see any meeting place outside the city." Wenna's curiosity and doubt did not diminish at all. She looked out of the car window. The town was not big, and the car she was in was about to reach the gate of the wall. Outside the gate covered with an energy shield, she could only see a vast expanse of wilderness and the dark wasteland at the end of the wilderness. "I can only see a wasteland. Could it be that the Ring of Oaths is hidden by some kind of enchantment?"
"No." The administrator shook his head. "The Stone Ring of Oaths is not an existing building. It needs the power of our queen to appear in this world. I'm sorry for the confusion, but due to the large number of participants, the capacity of the existing facilities in Foothold 112 is limited. Plus, there are some additional considerations, so we have to make this arrangement. But don't worry, even outside the outpost, the elite rangers and combat Druil can still ensure the safety of all the representatives. Although this is the border of the civilized world, the wasteland is actually very far from the survival zone. "
"We are not worried about the wasteland, at least I am not," Camilla, the leader of the orcs sitting next to Wenna, suddenly said. She made a slight grunt in her throat. "I just feel that you should have told me about this arrangement earlier. I thought the meeting was going to be held in the city this morning."
"I'm sorry, this is our mistake."
"Ah, it doesn't matter." Camilla waved her hand. Her long furry tail curled up and rested on Wenna's shoulder. She looked out of the window on the other side. Her tawny vertical pupils glowed with curiosity. "The wasteland … This is the first time I've seen it at such a close distance."
"Control your curiosity. Curiosity will kill the cat and the orcs." Wenna gently patted the tail on her shoulder as she spoke casually while looking at the front of the convoy. In her field of vision, the open field was right in front of them.
…
Outside Foothold No. 112, on the open and flat wilderness, the arriving vehicles had gathered at a special parking area. Near the parking area, the Silver Queen, Bersetia, was standing next to a boulder under the protection of several high-ranking Druil and elite rangers.
The surface of the roughly square boulder had been engraved with complex Druil runes. As the sun shone on the surface of the boulder, the runes glowed with magical light.
It was not only the elves who were standing next to the boulder.
Gwen, Amber, and Rebecca were also standing next to Bersetia. Further away, there were many Cecil's people who were dressed as technicians. These technicians were debugging many magical devices. These devices included car-mounted stacked Magic Net devices, mobile Magic Obelisks, and several Magic Net terminals of various models. These people's expressions were meticulous, and there was even a sense of lofty mission in their actions.
This meeting would be transmitted to the neural network through the equipment in their hands, back to the Cecil Empire, and finally to all parts of the empire through the Magic Net. It would even be broadcasted to parts of the network in the Augre tribal nation and the Duchy of Holy Dragon. Although this was far from a "worldwide live broadcast", the scope of the live broadcast of this grand event had reached the record since the birth of the Magic Net. Everyone who was lucky enough to participate in this segment would undoubtedly feel a sense of participation in history.
Gwen retracted his gaze from the live broadcast equipment. He looked at the representatives who were arriving at the scene not far away, and finally looked at Bersetia beside him. He smiled. "Does the atmosphere today give you a sense of familiarity?"
"No." Bersetia replied with a faint smile. She lowered her voice and said, "When the meeting was held seven hundred years ago, I was busy stealing food at the back. It was Valentin who maintained the order. Don't you remember?"
"… I remember Valentin's dark face." Gwen recalled and could not help but shake his head. "After that, he and I looked for you for a long time. In the end, we pulled you out from under the table."
As they talked about the past, they looked at each other and smiled. The atmosphere became relaxed.
Behind them, Valentin's pointed ears twitched, and his face seemed to have darkened a little …
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