In fact, Gwen could understand Tarlonde's predicament. It was not the predicament caused by the post-disaster wasteland, but the predicament of the Giant Dragon race.
A race that had been nurtured by the Omega for 1.87 million years, a race that had survived in the cradle for 1.87 million years. Although they had maintained the most basic observation of the outside world, and had the habit of sending "agents" like Melita to other continents, these limited, high-level contacts had little effect on a society that needed to develop normally. They had long been far away from the normal social order, neither improving nor regressing, neither pressured nor motivated. Just like animals that grew up in a greenhouse, they still had fangs and claws, but they had deteriorated to the point where they did not know how to use them.
After the cradle collapsed, the baby had to start learning how to crawl. This had little to do with how strong the Giant Dragon was.
But Tarlonde still had its own hope: the "ancient dragons" like Andal had survived, and they had past survival experience. The "new generation" like Melita, who had been exposed to the outside world, had also survived, and they had the ability to change the actions of the race. And as long as these two groups maintained a certain level of authority among the Giant Dragon, Tarlonde's revival was just around the corner.
For Gwen, who urgently needed to strengthen the overall "disaster resistance" of the world, he was happy to see Tarlonde's revival, and the sooner the better. To put it bluntly, he needed a powerful race like the Giant Dragon to help "withstand the disaster".
Gwen shook his head and temporarily put these irrelevant thoughts to the back of his mind. He looked up at Melita, and suddenly showed a somewhat awkward look. "Actually, when I first told you this, I was a little hesitant. I was worried that this topic would upset you, or even make you misunderstand it as some kind of … offense."
Melita was a little confused. "Why do you say that?"
"What happened in Tarlonde was a disaster. You have lost too much. The wasteland is a huge scar for the Dragons." Gwen sighed. "Packaging the scar into a 'landscape' for people to visit, and even packaging your own cultural heritage into a commodity for sale. I don't know if this is acceptable to the Dragons …"
Melita was quiet for a moment. After a few seconds of silence, she suddenly smiled. "Is it worse than selling the flesh and bones of our own kind?"
Gwen: "…?"
"We have considered worse situations than this." Melita smiled. "My friend, the problem Tarlonde is facing now is' survival ', not decency and personal feelings. Allowing more of our people to survive and rebuild our homeland in the shortest amount of time is the greatest honor for us. And … I don't think there is anything to sigh about packaging the wasteland as a 'landscape' because we have never regarded Tarlonde as a 'scar' after the war. That is our pride. "
At this point, the blue dragon lady suddenly blinked and said half-jokingly, "Finally, there is a very important point. This is a good business that is faster than robbing money. Why not do it? The Giant Dragon is very greedy. "
"If that is your view, then I am much more relieved." Gwen sighed softly and smiled. "Then I look forward to seeing Tarlonde's glorious day again. Oh yes, I have one more thing to remind you, although you will certainly pay attention to it when the time comes. Be sure to keep an eye on the tower, especially after more and more outsiders enter Tarlonde. The nature of that tower is too dangerous. The more intelligent creatures get close to it, the greater the risk of it being leaked. The intelligent creatures of the Lolun Continent have never lacked excessive exploration and the desire to court death. We have to guard against this. "
"Don't worry, this is now our top priority besides survival. We will first monitor and block the Tide-Defying Tower, and then consider opening Tarlonde. The areas that can be opened in the future will be concentrated in the southeast of the continent. Except for the Giant Dragon, ordinary people should not be able to get close to the tower in the northwest of Tarlonde." Melita immediately nodded. Then she frowned slightly and looked serious. "But relying only on monitoring and blocking is not a long-term solution. In the end, we still have to consider how to completely solve the hidden dangers of the tower …"
Once and for all, the hidden danger in the contaminated tower was completely resolved …
Gwen showed a thoughtful expression. At this moment, he recalled his conversation with the Dragon God, Enya, and thought of some of the plans he had at that time. But after a moment of thought, he shook his head gently.
"We will solve it, but it is too early to think about it. Keep monitoring first. Tarlonde and Loren need some time to solve their own problems."
"I understand." Melita nodded. Then she looked up at the sky outside the window and stood up. "Then I will leave first. I have to write the things you just mentioned into a report and send it back to Tarlonde as soon as possible. I think President Andal and Leader Helagol will be very interested in these incredible plans."
Melita left. Gwen watched the blue dragon lady's figure disappear at the door. After the door of the lounge closed softly, he retracted his gaze and looked at Amber, who had been quiet for a long time.
"It's not easy … The once prosperous Dragons have been forced into this situation." He shook his head and sighed softly.
"Indeed, I still remember the glory of their cities and temples …" Amber pursed her lips with a hint of emotion. Then she suddenly asked, "But then again, the ideas you just put forward are really … Even I, an experienced and quick-witted person in the business of making money, was a little surprised. I thought I had already seen through your wisdom in doing business. I didn't expect you to hide so much. "
"Your way of making money …" Gwen was a little dumbfounded for a moment. "Forget it, it's rare for you to give my ideas such a high evaluation of 'wisdom'."
"I have always valued your ideas!" Amber immediately said. "But … I really didn't expect you to help Tarlonde so wholeheartedly. The ideas you put forward may indeed restore the economy of the Dragons to a certain extent, but aren't you worried that this will cause the wealth of the Lolun Continent to flow to the north? They are earning Lolun's money. "
"What's there to worry about?" Gwen waved his hand carelessly. When it came to economic activities, the half-elf's brain was indeed a little lacking. "Let them earn, the wealth will be valuable when it flows. And then again, it's good for them to earn more. The food aid from the Alliance is, after all, temporary. The Dragons themselves would not be willing to accept food 'alms' for a long time. After the first aid period, we will start to export food to Tarlonde and various construction machinery. If the Dragons are not used to our construction machinery, then we will directly send construction contractors over … According to Kassandra's report, the Dragons under the care of the Omega are not very good at building houses with their own hands."
Speaking of this, he could not help but touch his chin as he thought quickly in his mind. "In this way, their tourism may not be enough … I have to think of a way to let them expand into other industries, or see what else they are willing to sell …"
Hu Po was dumbfounded when he heard this from the side. "…"
Gwen noticed her expression and could not help but ask, "What's with the sudden change of expression?"
"… Sometimes I really don't know whether you are a great hero or a terrible schemer." Amber sighed. She had always said whatever was on her mind in front of Gwen. "You are trying your best to push the world forward, but at the same time, you are almost calculating almost everyone, including those you are trying to help … Isn't this contradictory?"
Gwen did not expect her to suddenly think of this. He was a little surprised, but soon he chuckled and shook his head. "This is not contradictory. Because everything in this world is so complicated and chaotic, and cannot be easily defined. We don't live in a black and white world, so there is no absolute hero and absolute right in this world. "
As he said, he suddenly sighed softly, and there seemed to be something that Amber could not understand in his eyes.
"I am actually the same as everyone else. We have to live in this world, and do some things that we have to do. Many of them are not decent enough, not glorious enough. Just like what Mathilda said, I probably won't be able to become a 'saint,' but if it's possible, I do hope that this world can become a better place … At the very least, so that the future generations don't have to face many of the same choices as today. "
"Choices …" Amber looked at Gwen as if she understood. Then she sighed and muttered to herself, "Sigh, I didn't expect to live such a tiring life."
…
Under the night sky at the edge of the wasteland, changes were slowly brewing in this world. In many rooms of the guesthouses, the lights were on until late at night.
Many clever minds were working late into the night, and many decisions and plans that might affect future generations were gradually taking shape. The world's most intelligent and powerful people gathered in such a small border town, thinking, discussing, observing, and giving feedback all night long. In the end, everything was swallowed up by the quiet night and the stars in the sky.
When the giant sun rose again the next day, the glorious corona shrouded the land, and the representatives of various countries once again came to the Stone Ring of Oaths. Everyone looked a hundred times more energetic and full of fighting spirit.
Under the green flag symbolizing the Elven Empire with silver stripes, the Silver Queen Bersetia stood by the quaint stone table. Her eyes slowly swept across the room, and then she said in a soft and majestic tone, "I hope that last night's rest has restored your energy, because we still have to face a battle of brains and energy today, and for many days to come, it will be the same."
"Let's continue the unfinished agenda from yesterday." After a short pause, she continued, "After a night of consideration, I believe that the representatives have fully understood the significance and long-term impact of the 'alliance', and have conducted a thorough negotiation within the team. Next, today's first agenda: all members vote to establish the 'Alliance of Mortal Civilizations'. This vote will be held in public. You can vote by touching the runes on the stone table. Please pay attention to the marks of approval, disapproval, and abstention. "
Under the Tarlonde flag, Melita took a soft breath. She saw the runes on the stone table in front of her had lit up, and three eye-catching marks had emerged from the quaint stone surface. Below the marks were written in human common language, dragon language, and elven language, respectively.
She felt her heart pounding. It belonged to her flesh and blood, and it had always been with her since she hatched from the shell. At this moment, it was beating very strongly.
Without any hesitation, Melita put her hand on the rune that represented approval.
In the next second, she heard a slight buzzing sound coming from behind her. Looking in the direction of the sound, she saw that the surface of the magnificent and towering stone pillar behind her suddenly glowed with a faint light. Then, the huge flag that hung down from the top of the stone pillar quickly glowed with an eye-catching halo. The originally dark cloth actually revealed a texture that seemed to be cast by light.
Then, similar magic fluctuations came from all over the venue. Ms. Blue Dragon looked up instinctively and saw the flags all over the Stone Ring of Oaths were lighting up one by one. The emblems that symbolized the mortal kingdoms were gradually lighting up in the infiltration of magic power.
All the recording devices in the venue were activated, and this scene was engraved in the photographic crystal.
Finally, the flags of the three empires were also lit up.
Above the Stone Ring of Oaths, all the flags were soaked in a layer of solemn light.
Gwen slowly took his hand away from the voting rune with a slight smile on his lips. At this moment, the voting segment was jointly discussed and designed by him, Rosetta, and Bersetia. After all, for such a significant meeting, every segment needed a certain sense of ceremony. This was not a meaningless "ostentation". In a sense, this "sense of ceremony" was actually a part of strengthening the cohesion and sense of identity of the new organization.
"It's unanimously approved …" Behind Gwen, Amber whispered softly.
Gawain looked at the Silver Queen beside him, and the latter also looked at him. After a simple exchange of glances, he stood up and said with a solemn and steady voice, "Then, I now declare that the Common Community Alliance of Mortal Civilizations is officially established today. The fate of all mortal nations is linked, and from today on, we will advance and retreat together. May we unite and face the future of all of us together.
"At the same time, the Charter of the Mortal Civilization Community Alliance is effective immediately. The legitimacy of the seats and the legitimacy of the regime of each member state is effective immediately. The responsibilities, rights, and laws of each country are effective immediately.
"According to the Charter, the Cecil Empire, the Typhon Empire, and the Silver Empire, as the co-founders and the original organizers, are now permanent members of the Alliance. The corresponding rights, responsibilities, and obligations are effective immediately …
"According to the Charter, each country …"
"Now, let's begin the oath-taking segment …"
The majestic voice echoed in the Stone Ring of Oaths. After the solemn reading and the joint oath of the leaders of the three countries, all the representatives in the stone ring stood up at the same time, repeated the oath, and applauded in celebration.
Today was the third year of Cecil, and also the year 2490 of Gondor. On the 26th day of the Month of Recovery, the boldest of all Gwen's grand plans had finally come to fruition.
Now, the world was still not monolithic, but it had finally ended the era of fragmentation. At least in name, all the mortals finally stood on the same front.
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