Bertilla's words made Gwen and Gwen ponder at the same time. It was like a flash of light, suddenly leading Gwen to notice some details that he had not noticed before.
If the cultists in the depths of the wasteland were no longer 'human' and no longer paid attention to the 'great plan' carried out by their compatriots outside the wasteland, and no longer paid attention to the outside world, then why would they cooperate with the actions of the 'external church'? And since they had been cooperating with the external church for seven hundred years, it meant that …
"They have been providing us with data, and even helped us infiltrate the Sentry Tower. For centuries, they have been acting like loyal colleagues, which made us ignore the hidden abnormalities and never consider whether such a group of mentally and physically mutated 'compatriots' still have the same values as us." Bertilla's voice rang out. "Until the body of the false god went out of control, everything went up in smoke, and the church outside the wall collapsed, and I finally had the opportunity to stand here, calm down, and think about something without being disturbed. Only then did I have the opportunity to see the problem clearly …"
"They are not helping you, they are just helping themselves," Gwen said in a low voice. "They have been cooperating with you for so many years. The only explanation is that this' cooperation 'is beneficial to them, or you have something that is worth using. Think carefully, which of your series of plans may be used by the cultists in the depths of the wasteland? This may help us to figure out their purpose."
"There are too many, biochemical engineering, environmental transformation, divinity factors, abominations … We have too many plans, and each of them may be useful to them," Bertilla said in thought. "There are different environments inside and outside the wasteland, which means that many experiments can only be carried out on one side. Every research we have done with them is an extremely valuable source of information for them …"
"Then let's assume that all of this is their purpose." Bertilla broke the silence. "Madam Bertilla, the plans you just mentioned should all be carried out by you, the 'external church', and then share the data with the 'internal church' inside the barrier, right? And the common point of all these projects is that they are related to the survival and transformation of organisms in the environment … "
"What do you think?" Gwen immediately looked at the Silver Queen with a serious expression.
"Let's put technology aside for now. If the cultists living inside the Great Wall are a group of 'new species,' what do you think this new species wants the most now?"
"New species? What do they want the most? " Gwen frowned subconsciously. Bertilla's words gave him some new ideas. He broke free from the habitual thinking of 'world-ending conspiracy' and 'cult worship.' When this question returned to the simplest premise, he suddenly thought of something. "Wait a minute, you mean what they want is actually a living environment …"
"Living environment, a simple but dangerous answer." Bertilla nodded slowly. "The Gondor wasteland is a place where they can live, but this place is not so comfortable now. The center of the wasteland is the ruins of the Deep Blue Well controlled by the Ironmen, and the periphery is a warning zone monitored by the Sentry Tower. They can only carry out limited activities in the area between the two, so … they may not be satisfied with this situation."
Gwen's eyes became deep and serious. At this moment, he was thinking a lot. Bertilla, who was not far from him, silently turned her head to look at the magic net terminal. The image of the mutant tree was slowly rotating in the air. The twisted limbs and human-like faces contained inhuman minds. After staring for a long time, the former Dark Matriarch sighed softly as if talking to herself. "We have deviated too far …"
Gwen was awakened from his thoughts by this sentence. But just as he looked up to say something, he saw that Bertilla suddenly looked as if she was listening attentively. Two seconds later, she stopped listening and said in a particularly serious tone, "The monitoring team has just sent an emergency message. They have captured some … very special information. We'd better go to the monitoring center and see for ourselves."
"Monitoring team?" Gwen quickly realized that Bertilla was referring to the long-term monitoring project that captured 'mysterious signals' in the major magic net hubs. His expression immediately changed. With Bertilla's personality, she would not be so anxious if the situation was not a little special. "Okay, we'll go now."
Beside him, Bertilla was stunned by the sudden change of the situation. She cast a curious look at Gwen. "What are you talking about?"
"Do you remember what we were talking about in the square?" Gwen glanced at the Silver Queen. "That antenna device. Now, I can take you directly to see what this' monitoring 'project is actually doing."
As they spoke, the wooden structure in the living room that was' grown 'by the giant Solin tree began to move. The wall at the other end of the living room slowly opened, revealing a tube-like structure and a transport device with a seat on it. Bertilla walked over and said, "We can go to the monitoring center through the vascular tunnel. It's faster than the tunnel outside."
As Gwen led Bertilla to the transport tube, he looked up at her in surprise. "You've built a tube transportation system in your body?"
"It was General Marguarita who suggested it to me. The Solin tree is huge, and there are many facilities in a complex three-dimensional arrangement. Conventional elevators or external corridors can't meet the pressure of all the facilities, so General Marguarita suggested that I design a 'slide' that can quickly transfer people and materials between various facilities. Her inspiration seems to be the farm barns in the south, where the farmers would use a similar slide to send the grains that had been dried on the high platform directly to the warehouse … "
Gwen listened in a daze. He was surprised that so many creative things were happening in a field that he did not know. He was surprised and pleased. He thought about the application prospects of this thing in other factories and compared it with similar things on Earth. Then he saw Bertilla stopped at the entrance of the tube. It seemed that she had no intention of going in.
He was a little surprised. "You're not coming with us?"
"I will create a new 'avatar' at the exit and wait for you," Bertilla said. At the same time, the flower vines behind her swayed gently like a cloak to show her existence. "You see, the mobility of my avatars is limited. There is no way for them to take a 'vehicle'. These vines don't allow the avatars to move quickly over long distances."
So Bertilla is wired?
Gawain couldn't help but feel a little strange. Then, he couldn't help but ask curiously, "I'm suddenly a little curious. What if these vines are suddenly cut off while you're maintaining this avatar?"
"There will be a lifelike Bertilla doll left behind. It's made of wood," Bertilla said expressionlessly. "She's essentially just a medium to communicate with people. After the nerve cord is severed, she'll naturally become an empty shell."
"… That makes sense." Gwen's mouth twitched. That was all he could say.
Bertilla looked at Gwen very seriously. "Are you interested in this kind of doll? If you want, I can cut one out for you. Unlike other wooden products, she is easy to maintain. You just need to soak her in the Frost Grass Potion for two hours and take it out to dry. She can be stored for at least half a century. "
"No, thank you." Realizing that the conversation might go in an unexpected direction, Gwen hurriedly waved his hand and pulled Bertilla into the transportation device in the pipeline. Bertilla did not say anything. She just stood there with a blank expression. Then the protective shell of the pipeline smoothly closed, and soft lights lit up in the cockpit at the same time.
Bertilla watched all this calmly. As the Silver Queen, she had seen a lot in her long life. In most cases, she could maintain this indifferent and calm attitude. Although the private character of the "wanderer" and Bertilla's current appearance were somewhat beyond her expectations, these things were not bad.
But after the transportation cockpit in the pipeline began to slide, she could not help but ask, "Is it really okay to take me directly to the 'monitoring center'? It sounds like you have just achieved great results. This kind of thing is not confidential? "
"It does have a certain level of confidentiality, but as I said in the square before, this project itself is open source to the surrounding countries, and to the Silver Empire … it will also be open source," Gwen explained. "In fact, we have even sent a technical team to take the initiative to contact the Duchy of Holy Dragon and the Empire of Typhon, in order to build a larger monitoring network with data interconnection …"
The Silver Queen could not help but widen her eyes in surprise. She had just heard Gwen say that this "monitoring" project was open to the surrounding countries, but she did not expect it to be open to this extent. This was even beyond the technical exchange between the Cecil Empire and the Silver Empire. It was a kind of technical cooperation that had never been seen in the mortal countries before. She could not help but ask, "Why do you have to go to this extent? What are you monitoring that you need to … cross the entire continent to do this? "
Gwen looked into Bersetia's eyes. Under the flashing lights, the Silver Queen's eyes were full of curiosity.
"We are tracking a signal. The source is unknown, the meaning is unknown, and the content of the analysis is vague, but we can confirm that it is a man-made signal, and I think it … may bring us something that will subvert everyone's worldview," Gwen said slowly. "We have been tracking it for more than two years, and recently, more and more data has made the experts realize one thing: it is impossible to track and lock this signal with the efficiency of the Magic Net hub in Cecil alone."
Bersetia's eyes widened, but before she could say something, a slight shake suddenly came, followed by the sound of the pipeline shell opening.
As Bertilla said, this pipeline transportation system was indeed very convenient.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation In the brightly lit monitoring center, the mysterious signal was still reverberating in the equipment. The paper tape and cardboard used to record the signal waveform and image had been piled up on the recording table. The printer was constantly outputting more and more papers to record every subtle change of the signal. In the holographic projection in the center of the room, a large-scale geometric pattern and dot matrix were still expanding.
Bard's eyes were glued to the picture until he heard a sudden sound that woke him up from his contemplation. "His Majesty is here!" "Madam Bertilla is here too!" "It's the Queen … the Silver Queen …"
Bard quickly looked up and saw three figures coming from the exit of the commuter pipeline, but before someone saluted, Gwen waved his hand to stop them.
"Back to work," Gwen's voice rang in the room. "The person in charge of the monitoring channel can come over. Who captured this signal?"
Bard immediately got up and left his post to come to Gwen. After saluting, Gwen looked at the familiar man in front of him with some surprise. "It's you?"
"Yes, Your Majesty," Bard said with his head down. "I'm in charge of this monitoring team."
"Very good, well done." Gwen smiled and nodded. His eyes then fell on the holographic projection in the center of the room. "What's the situation now?"
"The transmission of the signal is still going, and the stability is far better than before. There is no interruption and clutter that can't be analyzed," Bard said immediately. "According to the decoding method created by Madam Bertilla, we have successfully output these graphics. The graphics are clear and regular, which shows that the decoding method is correct, but the content …"
Gwen looked at the content presented in the projection with a serious look in his eyes that others had never seen before.
He saw that the basic geometric figures were neatly arranged in the first row, including very regular squares, triangles, circles, and polygons.
He saw that the subsequent patterns began to appear smooth curves, spiraling gradually opened lines, and closed intersecting geometries.
The dot matrix was grouped according to an increasing pattern, a coordinate system with horizontal and vertical axes, and undulating dots were distributed on the coordinate system.
The people in the room were discussing in hushed voices. The most obvious sounds came from the magical machines that were operating everywhere. The machines that were printing paper made clicking sounds. The printing paper stored in the paper warehouse had been used up. The workers at the side hurriedly came forward and replaced it with new printing paper.
"Your Majesty, look at the content …" Bard whispered. "These things seem to be …"
"It's mathematics." Gwen finally exhaled softly. His heartbeat gradually calmed down with deep breaths.
Bard was silent for a moment and whispered, "… You think so too."
Gwen stared at the holographic projection in the center of the room. At this moment, the continuous output of geometric figures, dot matrices, and curves seemed to have finally come to an end. Something else emerged from above, but it was no longer the "mathematics" that everyone was familiar with.
It was a bunch of strangely shaped things that looked like symbols.
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