The meeting was over.
As the magic runes from the Age of Oblivion were extinguished one by one, the large-scale projection ceremony that had been going on for ten days in the wilderness began to go into reverse mode. Beams of brilliant light descended from the sky, dismantling the quaint and majestic stone pillars and stone tables and chairs into magic light dust that dissipated into the air. In the ethereal and melodious resonance, the projection of the Stone of Oaths slowly disappeared before everyone's eyes. The huge square runestone that had sunk into the ground rose from the ground again and absorbed the last of its brilliance.
Finally, the Stone of Oaths returned to its original world. The elves began to sort out and retrieve the runestone and the facilities around the venue. Representatives from all over the world stood in the open space outside the venue, looking at the scene with a solemn expression. Everyone was more or less touched.
Camilla stood beside Wenna Baizhi. The pair of pointy ears on the head of the orc leader quivered a few times, and the fluff at the end of her ears quivered slightly in the warm wind. She looked at the Silver Queen solemnly performing some kind of ritual 'salute' to the runestone. Not far away, there were many people carrying arcanotech devices recording the scene. Camilla squinted slightly and said softly, "We have witnessed history …"
"No, we have created history." Wenna shook her head. "Just like Gwen Cecil said, history is created by people, borne by people, recorded by people, and inherited by people. The turning point is here, and it will soon be everyone's turn."
"It's only been ten days, but you seem to have suddenly become a lot more profound." Camilla looked down at her friend of many years. There was a hint of ridicule in her voice. "I still remember that before you came here, you were only thinking about how to get a big deal done as soon as possible. Now you look just like Stills. You don't look like a gray elf anymore."
Wenna looked up and rolled her eyes. "There are also outstanding philosophers and poets among the gray elves. You are looking at us with a rigid view."
Camilla shrugged and stopped talking. She continued to look curiously at the finishing process not far away. Not far behind her, on both sides of the road leading to Foothold No. 112, brand-new flags were fluttering high in the wind at the edge of the wasteland. Those flags had a pure white background and a picture of a different country's emblem was drawn on it with blue lines and golden edges. It was a planet with the currently known land on it. There was a striking ring around the planet.
This was the flag of the Alliance of Mortal Civilizations. It was said that Emperor Gwen Cecil personally designed this pattern. The planet represented the world that carried the mortal countries, and also represented the mortal countries themselves, while the ring represented the purpose of the Alliance: to be united, advance and retreat together, and the fate of all the countries in the world was connected. However, many people thought that this ring could have other meanings.
For example, it symbolized the continental route that was about to change the whole world, or it symbolized some kind of "cycle" of the world. Of course, these subsequent speculations were not confirmed by the three empires.
Gwen looked away from the flag of the Alliance.
There was a faint smile on his face. He was quite satisfied with the pattern he designed.
Especially the ring. It could be interpreted in many ways.
But probably no one would have guessed that it also symbolized a "star ring" floating in space. Gwen hoped to use it as a metaphor for the space station in the sky above the planet. And he was not worried that one day, the mortal countries on the ground would really send a spaceship into space and see the star ring. How would they explain this "coincidence" — he did not intend to explain it at all?
Because there were so many meanings behind this ring.
If it was a coincidence, then it was a coincidence.
This was also his personal bad taste. It was an "Easter egg" that he left for the world that was difficult to decipher. Of course, when the Dragons saw the ring, they would probably think of something. After all, they knew about the existence of the Voyager.
But it did not matter?
Because there were some things that Gwen would have to talk to this group of ancient races who had experienced the "Age of Sail" sooner or later.
His thoughts were slightly scattered.
A familiar aura came from not far away.
Gawain turned his head around.
He saw Rosetta in front of him. This "cursed one," who had been shrouded in a gloomy and oppressive atmosphere, had completely gotten rid of the curse of the God's Eye?
After ten days of extremely exhausting meetings, not only was his mental state not tired at all, but he was even more energetic and high-spirited. There was a faint smile on his face, and the black-haired Princess Mathilda followed closely by his side.
"Is this a victory?"
Rosetta said.
"Although this is just an insignificant first battle for the entire 'battle.'"
"Typhon's position is very important?"
Gwen looked at Typhon.
In the past few years, Typhon had been his strong and powerful competitor, even until today.
For a long time in the future, the rivalry between Typhon and Cecil would not end, but at least in the field of mutual interests, he believed that Typhon would be a reliable help, at least the only reliable help he could find in the northern part of the continent. "Although we have established an alliance, each member can play a different role in the alliance. In terms of fighting against the gods and planning a counterattack on the wasteland, there are not many who can stand in the same position as us."
"I understand what you mean," Rosetta said faintly.
Gwen's words were euphemistic, but the meaning was obvious: the alliance had been established, and the united front of mortals had taken shape, but there were many mortal countries, and the national strength was vastly different. Many countries were even astonishingly backward. Although the purpose of the alliance was to make every mortal country an 'ally' on the front, the fact was that many member countries often played the role of raw material producers and dumping markets — at least for a long time. Correspondingly, those who had the ability to fight against the calamity of gods, natural disasters, and dragons would enjoy most of the dividends after the establishment of the alliance, and this would also last for a long time.
This part of the dividends could not be free — the unconditional plundering of the weaker countries was not in line with Gwen's positioning of the alliance, nor was it in line with the order stipulated in the charter, nor was it in line with the biggest goal of 'common survival'.
"Starting next month, Typhon will make all the results of our analysis of the wreckage of the God of War available to the Theocratic Council, as well as all the knowledge about God that the Augustus Family has," Rosetta said to Gwen after a moment of silence. "In addition, it will also include the social data that you and I talked about last time. I hope that Cecil will also share the same information. "
"You can rest assured that Cecil's theological knowledge base will also be open to all member countries next month. The Silver Empire has also promised to make public the theological knowledge they have accumulated over thousands of years, the changes of folk beliefs, and the activities of cults. We will set up a big think tank to find out the mysteries of God from the vast knowledge."
"… The information recorded by the Silver Empire over thousands of years?" Rosetta's eyes could not help but change. Obviously, even with his willpower, it was difficult for him to remain calm when he heard this news. "This is really … an unimaginable wealth."
"Yes, if it were not for the establishment of the alliance and the Theocratic Council, who would dare to imagine that we would have the opportunity to see the complete set of sacred heritage of the oldest empire on the Lolun Continent?" Gwen smiled. "I was as excited as you when I first heard the news."
Rosetta quickly calmed down. He glanced at the flag of the Giant Dragon not far away, and his expression changed slightly. "What about Tarlonde? As the oldest civilization in the world, they … "
"Tarlonde is now a member of the Theocratic Council, so they have also promised to share their theological mysteries." Gwen nodded, but then changed the topic. "But they will only provide part of it, and it will be a little late."
Rosetta frowned subconsciously. "Why?"
"They need to sort out the distant records in the wasteland. All the archives and data storage facilities of Tarlonde are now buried in the ruins. Even if some of them can be dug out, it will take a long time. Currently, only a few Dragons who have personally experienced the ancient times can help in this regard. But sorting out the memory itself takes time, and those Dragons are now the leaders of Tarlonde. Their energy is limited. "Gwen conveyed the information provided by Melita." Of course, the more important reason is that some of the information cannot be disclosed at will. This is not because the Dragons lack sincerity, but that the information … "
"Is dangerous?" Rosetta understood. As a person who had dealt with the Eye of God for decades, he knew that there were many taboos related to God. "The 'origin' of some of the knowledge is not safe?"
"Yes." Gawain nodded and lowered his voice slightly. "You know, the dragon race has existed for far longer than the records of our civilization. In the long years, they have maintained a long-term symbiotic relationship with their god. After falling into a special state of lockdown, they have received a lot of 'gifts' from their god. These gifts are harmless to them, but it's hard to determine what the consequences will be if they are given to other races. They need to slowly screen their knowledge and find the parts that can be safely shared … Understand, they really need time now. "
"… To be honest, when I first learned that the Giant Dragon would join the Alliance, I did not expect them to be in this state." Rosetta sighed. "Now I just hope that they can recover some strength as soon as possible. We need some stronger allies."
Gwen nodded slightly but did not say anything. He just quietly pondered for a moment before changing the topic. "What do you think about the establishment of an efficient communication network in the known territory of the civilization?"
Rosetta pondered for a moment before nodding. "I understand the significance of this matter. If there was a more efficient and transparent communication line between Typhon and Cecil, allowing us to have more effective real-time communication, then we would not have to pay so much extra in the matter of the God of War …"
"Not only that, if we want the Theocratic Council to work, we must also build a communication network that covers all countries," Gwen said. "At present, Cecil is researching a technology to combat the God's pollution. It is based on the 'neural network'. You have even seen part of the application of this technology — at the scene of the decisive battle at Winter Castle."
Rosetta quietly looked into Gwen's eyes. It was difficult to see the emotional fluctuations in his heart from his face. It was not until nearly ten seconds later that he looked away and sighed softly. "… It seems that I have to consider Cecil's magic network communication technology. But you should also understand that even if we transform the country with the magic network, Typhon will not allow any outsiders to interfere. "
Gwen's face was unchanged with a smile. "Of course, I understand."
After Rosetta and Mathilda left, Gwen gently breathed a sigh of relief. He looked up to look for Rebecca, who had run off to god-knows-where. After looking around, he finally saw the girl who was pestering the elven mages with questions. He could not help but smile helplessly as he said to the air beside him, "Call Rebecca over. Tell her not to cause trouble. The mages are very busy now."
There was a flash of Amber in the air, and then Rebecca, who was in high spirits in the distance, suddenly froze. The girl nervously craned her neck and looked around. The next second, her eyes met with Gwen's and she immediately shrank her neck and trotted over.
"Ancestor …" Rebecca came before Gwen with a nervous expression. "I didn't cause any trouble … I was just asking them how the Sentinel Tower works."
"… You should find a proper place to ask about this kind of question. Who would stop someone's technician halfway and ask about it?" Gwen casually knocked on Rebecca's head and then changed the topic. "Let's talk business. You went with the elves to observe the communication system of the messenger hall. How was it? Do you feel that the communication technology used by the elves is compatible with the neural network?"
Rebecca touched the place where Gwen had just knocked. After confirming that there was no bump, she nodded and said, "I studied it carefully and compared it with the several rune groups provided by the Silver Empire during the technical exchange. Generally speaking, it should be feasible. To put it bluntly, the communication techniques we use are of the same origin. They are all variations of communication techniques, just like the roadbed. Later on, we modulated it into the Magic Net signal, modulating it into nerve impulses that are compatible with the neural thorns. This is all a different road surface, but a road is still a road … "
Finally, she was talking about the technical field that she was good at. Rebecca's usual naivety was swept away in an instant. Her eyes lit up, and she began to talk non-stop. In fact, there were many things that she did not need to explain in detail. Gwen could totally understand, but Gwen still listened patiently, neither interrupting nor making a sound. There was a slight smile on his face — he liked to see Rebecca so excited.
Finally, the girl's excited narration came to an end, and Gwen had a chance to speak. "Generally speaking, it's feasible. What are the difficulties in the details?"
"It's still the problem of transcoding and forwarding." Rebecca scratched her head. "Just like the communication line between us and the Silver Empire now, we need a conversion device in the middle to connect our magic network communication with the elves' sentinel data link. It's just that the communication between us and the Silver Empire is limited to the upper echelons, so a small rune conversion device is enough. But if you want to build a high-speed public network that can even be used by civilians and will continue to expand in the future, then we have to build something larger … larger … "
"Need a large server …" Rebecca was still thinking of the appropriate words, but Gwen could not help but whisper to himself softly. "In the future, when we connect to Typhon's network, I'm afraid we will need something similar …"
"What is it?" Rebecca blinked and asked curiously.
"Server, to implement the 'conversion' function you mentioned," Gwen said, reaching out to touch Rebecca's messy hair. "Don't think too much about the name, I have a rough plan here … I just hope that Bertilla's brain is enough."
Rebecca: "?"
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