Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation At the highest point of the City of Thousand Towers, the room of the dim palace seemed to always be shrouded in a hazy curtain. Anyone who stood in the tower and looked out, even if it was a sunny day, would feel that there was a layer of haze floating in the sky. It felt like there was an inexplicable "barrier" between the surrounding buildings and the tower. Those who were lucky enough to visit the tower would be impressed by the scene, but no one could explain the source of this "curtain" feeling.
There was no corresponding information, no technical interpretation by the royal mages, and the rulers in the tower would never explain the secrets of their residence to the lower mages. The "curtain" shrouded in the tower was the oldest of the many secrets of the Violet Kingdom. It was not very conspicuous, but it always attracted the interest of some snoopers.
Prince Nash stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window painted with bronze lace, looking calmly at the distant sky. Under the dim skylight, the King of Mages' eyes reflected the scene that was slightly out of place with the current time and space. At a certain moment, he suddenly raised his hand and waved gently, and the scene outside the tower instantly shook abnormally. The next second, a vague shadow appeared outside the "curtain" and quickly dissipated in a silent wail as if it had dissolved in the bright sun outside.
"There are always ignorant elemental creatures and magical spirits attracted here," Nash Nash muttered with a frown. "There are especially many of them this year."
"This is a powerful magic hub and the focus of the space-time distortion. Just like the bottom of the funnel, all the supernatural forces in the funnel will slide into this' hole '. This is determined by the law of nature," the lady in the mirror said with a smile. "The curtain of the dim palace will attract elemental creatures and magical spirits with keen perception. The frequency is about the same every year. According to my monitoring records, the situation this year has not changed."
"… Maybe I am too sensitive," Prince Nash thought for a moment and could not help but sigh. "After all, a lot has happened recently."
The beautiful lady in the mirror looked at Prince Nash's back. After a moment of silence, she said softly, "Seriously, don't you want to consider responding to the invitation of the 'alliance'? Or at least participate in the recent interesting new changes of the Lolun Continent. The mages living in the outer zone have been very close to the merchants of the Lolun Continent recently. They are very interested in the 'continental route'. "
"I did not prohibit commercial exchanges at the civilian level, and I have allowed the continental route to be navigated in the southern strait." Prince Nash turned to look at the lady in the mirror with a serious expression on his face. "For the Violet Kingdom, this level of 'openness' is enough. We should not establish too much contact with the countries on the Lolun Continent. As for the mages living in the outer cities … They are essentially different from us, aren't they? Bendido. "
"Ah, ah, yes, they are more relaxed and free than we are." The lady in the mirror spread out her hands and sighed half-jokingly. "Unlike us, we have to carry a bunch of missions that we don't know if they are meaningful and live a life forever isolated from the world."
"Well, don't complain about this. We are not 'isolated from the rest of the world'. At least there are still some apprentices who pass the test from the Lolun Continent to the City of Thousand Towers every year. We also often send people to Lolun to observe the changes of the world. It's better than a thousand years ago." Prince Nash smiled and comforted Bendido in the mirror. He quickly changed the topic. "Compared to this, your clothes today are very beautiful."
"This is the one I wore yesterday."
"… The one yesterday was also very beautiful."
Bendido in the mirror put her hands on her waist and sighed. "… Do you have no brain?"
Prince Nash opened his mouth and seemed to be stuck for a moment. Then he spread out his hands and smiled awkwardly. He turned to face the floor-to-ceiling window and looked into the distance. He continued to ponder.
…
The meeting had been going on for several days. Leaders and plenipotentiaries from dozens of countries in the Lolun Continent had been squeezing their brains and mobilizing all the information resources in their hands. Every day, they had to face a series of huge information that was enough to affect the entire known world. The next day, they had to respond to this information and vote. This meeting had long exceeded the expectations of most countries. It was like a violent tsunami roaring, sweeping up the ups and downs of the entire era. Even though the representatives involved were caught off guard, they were keenly aware of the huge impact this series of changes would have on the whole world, including the huge impact on their own motherland.
They were like a group of helmsmen who were caught in a huge wave. They held the wheel in a slight panic in this silent storm. No matter what the situation was, no matter how much ability they had, they tried their best to control the direction of their ships, trying to find a safe, advantageous position and direction in this huge wave that would change the world.
And with the passage of time, this huge wave showed a certain pattern day by day. The helmsmen finally vaguely grasped the rhythm of the storm, and a trace of order finally appeared in the scattered and messy "fleet". More and more consensus was reached in fierce discussions and exchanges, and more and more common interests were recognized. Some old contradictions were temporarily put aside or made concessions in the face of greater interests. The storm had not yet subsided, but the helmsmen had recognized the order of the "fleet," so a series of results were brewing in the process.
At first, it was the establishment of the Union and the "Charter of the Union" that came into effect. Then, it was the launch of the trans-continental shipping route, the shipping agreement related to the route and the "Maritime Trade Act" that came into effect. Then, the establishment of the Union Food Committee and the passage of a motion to provide food aid to Tarlonde. The establishment of the joint sea and air security circle and the relevant laws came into effect. At the same time, a series of laws on intra-continental commerce were voted and passed. The resolution of conflicts between countries, the framework of international law and the necessity memorandum, the general rules for the safety of member states …
The meeting lasted for a long time, but every minute and every second was extra tense.
And in this process, a series of public information of the 112 meeting was constantly disseminated through the intelligence channels of various countries. Even the most backward and remote countries used the remote communication networks of Cecil, Typhon, and the Silver Empire to transmit the news back to their countries as soon as possible.
Time went by like this, and on the tenth day, the public agenda of the 112 meeting finally came to an end. With the passage of the "General Method for Sea and Land Border Identification (Temporary)", the flag fluttering above the Stone Ring of Oaths gradually returned to its normal state.
Under the blue flag with golden stripes, Gwen gently breathed a sigh of relief. The most important problem in his heart had finally been solved, but he was not completely relieved. The public part of the meeting was over, but there were still some things that needed to be handled cautiously and could not be discussed rashly in public. After reinvigorating himself, he raised his head and glanced at the tired representatives under the flags. He broke the silence with a low voice.
"Everyone, we have just voted and passed the last bill. At this point, the public agenda of this meeting has been successfully completed. Let's first celebrate."
As soon as he finished speaking, applause sounded from all over the venue, from sparse to enthusiastic in a very short time. After the warm but brief applause ended, Gwen continued, "Next, according to the meeting process recorded in the handbook, we will move to a closed-door meeting. There is only one representative left in each country. The rest of the assistant team, the administrative team, and the media team, please leave the venue in an orderly manner. The representatives who stay can rest for 30 minutes. Please stay away. After 30 minutes, the Stone Ring of Oaths will be temporarily closed until the end of the meeting. "
There was an additional closed-door meeting at the end of the meeting. This was written in the meeting manual that was sent to all the representatives, so the representatives present were not surprised or suspicious of what Gawain said. In fact, some of the more well-informed and sensitive people had already roughly guessed what this closed-door meeting was going to discuss. A thoughtful look appeared on their faces for a moment, but in the end, no one said anything.
Then, the representatives and their assistant teams began to leave the venue in an orderly manner or go to the rest area for a short rest. Gwen also temporarily left his seat, but he did not go far. Instead, he went straight to the flag of the Silver Empire. Bersetia was standing there, discussing something with Rosetta Augustus.
Noticing Gwen's approach, Bersetia turned around with a faint smile on her face. Then, Rosetta looked up and raised his right hand. He was holding a glass of low-alcohol sweet wine in his hand. The slightly red wine and the delicate crystal glass shone brightly in the sun.
"Uncle Gawain," Bersetia greeted him with a smile. The majestic aura of the 'Silver Queen' that she exuded during the meeting had gradually dissipated. "Your performance today is still outstanding."
"I don't need this kind of flattery," Gwen smiled. "And then again, don't you only call me 'Uncle Gwen' in private occasions?"
Bersetia said casually in a relaxed tone. "Now the occasion is' private 'for me. This meeting is tiring enough. It's better to relax when taking a break."
Gwen then looked at Rosetta Augustus. His eyes fell on the wine glass and he said casually, "Is this drinking during the meeting?"
Rosetta shook the crystal glass in his hand and smiled. "The long meeting makes me thirsty. And compared to drinking water, the right amount of alcohol can make me sober."
Gwen thought for a moment and could not help but say, "… This wine is actually brewed with the fruit of the Sorin tree."
Rosetta's expression changed for a moment. When he looked at the glass in his hand, he did not know whether to laugh or cry. A moment later, he muttered, "Are you trying to say that even this glass of wine is older than me?"
"I'm just kidding. I don't think Bertilla will treat the fruit hanging on the tree as her descendant," Gwen said with a smile. But in his heart, he really felt that if there was a smart player standing here, he would probably use the fruit of the Sorin tree to make a statement about Typhon. Then he went straight to the point. "We're about to enter the last part. Is Typhon ready?"
"As we agreed before, on the issue of the Theocratic Council, Typhon will unswervingly stand by Cecil's side." Rosetta Augustus's expression immediately became serious. "You can rest assured that there will be no resistance."
The remaining forces of the God of War in Typhon who had not bowed to Oldenheim have been completely wiped out? And it sounded like the Augustus family had also regained control of the country and filled the large gap left by the collapse of the Church of the God of War.
Gwen did not speak again. He just nodded gently.
"The Silver Empire is also ready. The Kingdom of Kaolin and the small countries in the south are also ready," Bersetia said. "On this matter, the Druil Orthodox Church has the same opinion. But we can't rule out the possibility that some secret sects in the forest and the stubborn believers of the Orthodox Church will launch a small-scale counterattack. The Elven Court can solve these problems, but our progress will probably be slower. I hope you understand this in advance. "
"I understand. After all, the influence of theocracy in the Silver Empire is deeply rooted, and the long lifespan of your race has made it difficult for many elves who have experienced the ancient times to accept … change." Gwen nodded gently. At the same time, he could not help but feel an indescribable emotion. Many times, the progress of the times not only required the growth of new things, but also the death of old things, and even the death of a generation of old people. It required the gradual disappearance of the previous generation, who maintained the stale memories and could not accept the changes of the world. Although it sounded cold and heartless to say this, the world often operated like this when the old and the new replaced the old.
This was the tragedy of the long-lived races in this world. Compared with the short-lived races, the members of the long-lived races … were too difficult to die. They had lived for too long, and their memories were like a long rope wrapped around their race. Even if the rope had rotted and moldy, the younger generation was still trapped in it and could not get rid of it.
Rosetta looked a little surprised. "Until now, there are still elves who firmly believe in the primitive Druil doctrine and refuse to acknowledge the existing Druil faction?"
"Yes. Not only are there followers, but there are also a few old elves who have lived through the era of the original religion," Bersetia said with a complicated look on her face. "They even include a high-ranking druid priest and a small group of priests from more than 3,000 years ago. Although these elves have left the center of power of the church and have acquiesced to the order established by the Elven Royal Court and the symbolic status of the highest priest of the royal family, they still have great influence in some of the original religion groups, and we can't rule out the possibility that they have secret connections with some secret cult groups in the past 3,000 years."
Gwen could not help but frown. Bersetia did not mention this last time. He could not help but look at the Silver Queen. "They won't like the Elven Court to carry out another 'reform' on the issue of the God of Nature. How are you going to deal with this group?"
"We can't take tough measures, and we can't turn a blind eye to them," Bersetia sighed. "I'll be patient with them. Don't worry, I've dealt with them for hundreds of years. This matter is a headache, but it's not impossible to solve."
Speaking of this, the Silver Queen smiled helplessly and said with a hint of ridicule, "Perhaps only their god can persuade these old people who don't want to forget the past."
Gwen was speechless.
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