When the White Oak that Veronica was on was sailing on the wide surface of the Dorgon River, when the first brick kiln under Cecil was smoking, and when the powerful nobles and the king's advisors in Saint Sunil City were discussing the current situation in the south, the situation at the border, and the conflict between the dragon wizards and the sorcerers in the north, the most powerful Knight in the Typhon Empire, Grand Duke Ferdinand Wendell, was deeply worried.
He was in his own residence in the Imperial Capital, standing on the tall tower, looking down at the majestic Imperial Capital beneath his feet. Occasionally, he would gaze at the dark and majestic Imperial Palace.
This was the capital of the Typhon Empire, Oldenheim.
The name of this city originated from the ancient language of the giants, which meant 'Millennium City'. Although it had only been standing on this land for two hundred years as the new capital, the proud people of the empire undoubtedly believed that the great city they had built would stand on this land for at least a thousand years, just like the dynasty of giants recorded in the myths. Everything in this city seemed to show this proud spirit.
In this city, there were countless tall steeples and countless hero statues carved out of boulders. They rose from the ground and pointed straight at the sky as if they were challenging the sky. Between the rows of gothic buildings was the neatly planned 'Empire Avenue', which was wide enough for ten carriages to drive side by side. This avenue divided the whole of Oldenheim into two districts, the east and the west. A large number of straight, flat, and wide stone roads extended from the Empire Avenue, outlining neat and sharp areas in the whole city.
The whole city was like a complex geometric figure with a full structure and sharp edges. Everything was planned in an orderly manner, completely different from the messy, old, and crowded old capitals of other kingdoms. This was because this city was indeed brand new. The old capital from five hundred years ago had sunk into the ground in the great collapse. His Majesty, who had long been prepared, had built a new capital on this plain before the disaster and named it 'Oldenheim' (Millennium City). Due to the empire's great power and the meticulous planning, Oldenheim had become one of the most magnificent and magnificent cities on the continent since the day it was built. Grand Duke Ferdinand had always been proud to be able to live in such a great country and in such a great city.
But today, he felt a sense of danger rising from the bottom of his heart, making him feel uneasy even when he looked at this prosperous city.
The talented and bold emperor, Emperor Rosetta Augustus, seemed to have made up his mind to start a great war with the Ansu. He dismissed all the anti-war ministers and even chased Count Winterfort, who strongly advocated for peace, out of the palace. His attitude was unprecedentedly firm.
To be honest, Grand Duke Ferdinand was not worried about the direction of this war. He believed in the empire's army, just like how he believed in his own martial arts and swords. He knew that the Ansu Kingdom in the northwest was a decadent and weak country. It had the same ancient history as Typhon, but its hands and feet were tied by this history, turning it into a slow and dying old man. Their army and weapons that had not made any progress in hundreds of years were no match for the empire's soldiers at all. On the other hand, the Typhon Empire — the successful military reforms and administrative reforms had given this country unprecedented vitality and vigor. Whether it was the army, the officials at all levels, or the citizens, the Typhon Empire was far stronger than its dying neighbor. There was no need to worry about the outcome of this war.
Ferdinand was only worried about the emperor. He was worried about the state of Rosetta Augustus himself.
His Majesty had always been a dignified and decisive person, but he was not at the point where he could make arbitrary decisions. He would seriously listen to the opinions of every official. Even if these opinions were not enough to shake his determination, he would still listen patiently. He would not directly dismiss all the opposing voices. He also valued the bloodline of every noble, so he would definitely not humiliate a count with real power in public and expel him from the palace. But now … he had done both of these things.
Duke Ferdinand recalled the scene when he last saw Emperor Rosetta Augustus. That dignified emperor sat on his black iron throne, his entire body shrouded in the shadow of the throne and the crown. Although he patiently listened to what his most trusted duke had to say, he was dispirited and did not seem to want to say anything more.
When Ferdinand left, he clearly heard the emperor talking to himself in front of a water basin in front of him. It was as if there was an audience hidden in the water basin talking to the emperor.
Retracting his gaze from the palace in the distance, Ferdinand sighed deeply.
He thought of the curse that was passed down in the bloodline of the Augustus Family — the curse that had only appeared two hundred years ago and that only a few people knew about.
They would hear voices that ordinary people could not hear, see things that ordinary people could not see, and understand forbidden knowledge in ways that ordinary people could not understand. From this, they would obtain extraordinary wisdom and insight, and even be able to think and plan ahead. But in the end …
Their spirits would be dragged into that world that they could not see or hear, leaving behind only a shell that had sunk into madness in this world.
When he last saw Emperor Rosetta, the emperor's thoughts were clear and his speech was normal. However, Ferdinand was deeply worried that the signs of madness might have already appeared on that emperor.
He turned around and pulled on a rope beside his hand. The copper bell that summoned the servants jingled. The door to the balcony was pushed open, and a servant in a blue robe appeared before Ferdinand.
"Master," the servant lowered his head. "What are your orders?"
"Bring me my coat and prepare the carriage. I'm going to see the Count of Wintercastle."
…
At the northern foot of the Dark Mountain Range, in the new Cecil Territory.
Gwen was inspecting the newly built brick kiln factory. Together with him was Nicholas, who had been busy "supplementing local knowledge" in the territory.
Brick kilns that were installed with magical catalysts and runic triggers were lined up on the empty ground. With the help of the "Magic Net No. 2" buried underground, they were carrying out their first "test firing."
As there was still no way to create a more accurate temperature control and reliable transportation device, coupled with the limited construction capacity of the territory, Gwen did not directly bring out the "magical tunnel kiln" that he had in mind. Instead, he planned to use a more traditional kiln to carry out simple modifications. He would first solve the "problems" and then proceed with the transition.
Although the kiln was in a more primitive form, considering future expansion and modification, the Mana Net buried under the kiln factory was built according to high standards. Its power was even higher than that of the steel factory. Still, Gawain had no idea how powerful the two sets of Mana Nets were since he had yet to figure out how to digitize the Mana Net, so for the time being, Gawain could not determine how powerful the two sets of Mana Nets were.
Feeling the orderly flow of the magic power in the surrounding air, Nicholas, who was shining all over, shook his body in the air. A metallic voice came from the inside of the sphere. "I have to admit … although everything is very primitive, this world is really very interesting. These flowing energies, and the way you make and use tools are all unimaginable in my world."
"This is the difference in the laws of physics." Gwen sighed in agreement. "Actually, you should feel lucky. You are a 'transmigrator' from a different world with different laws. After falling into this world, you actually survived without disintegrating due to the different laws. This is a great fortune."
"Transmigrator? You used the word well, "Nicholas said." You are really my soulmate. Not only can you understand and agree with my experience, but you can always think of the same things as me. To be honest, when I first realized that the laws here were different from my hometown, I was most worried about this. At that time, I was afraid that my body would suddenly 'pop' and disintegrate. After all, even the material structure on both sides is different. But later, I figured it out. If I really wanted to disintegrate, I would have disintegrated the moment I fell into this world. Since I was fine at that time, it meant that I was lucky. What was there to worry about? "
"Then, have you figured out why you can survive?" Gwen asked with a smile.
"Who knows?" The metal sphere shook from side to side. "I even forgot my name. How can I have the time to think about this?"
"Tell me the truth, how serious is your 'memory loss'?" Gwen frowned and asked the question that he had been curious about for a long time. "You still remember some of the common sense of your hometown, such as the environment, the laws of physics, and history. But other than that, have you forgotten everything else?"
The metal sphere thought for a long time before it said, "Tsk, that's the truth. What can I do? This is the scariest thing about memory loss: you don't even know what you have forgotten. All I can remember now is some common sense, but this common sense belongs to another world. I still remember a set of languages, but it's useless here. "
As it spoke, it seemed to have fallen into a great depression and gradually became silent. It was not until half a minute later that it sighed in a very human-like manner. "Sigh … Actually, I'm also trying to figure out who I am, what I do, what I do, and what I'm good at. But you can't imagine how difficult it is. If I was in a familiar world, it would be fine. The things around me would give me some hints. But here, everything is completely foreign to me. I can't find anything that can help me remember the past. These days, I've been wandering around the camp just to see how you live and work. I want to find something that I can do. But what's the result? There's no result. I don't seem to know how to do anything. There's no work that I can do … I don't have hands! "
Gwen touched his chin. "Then guess what you were doing in your previous life?"
"Where should I start guessing?" The metal sphere seemed to want to spread its hands, but it had no hands, so it could only shake them. "I don't have the slightest impression of doing a certain job or being good at a certain thing. Don't tell me that I didn't have to work, study, or even go out in my previous life?"
Gwen could not help but look at the metal sphere. His heart skipped a beat. Based on the sphere's description, was it a fat otaku before it crossed over? (Fog)
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