When Gawain left the Hatchery, the sunlight that shone through the wide floor-to-ceiling windows in the corridor had already turned orange. Gawain came to a window and saw that the light of dusk was gradually spreading throughout the streets and alleys of the city. The towering magical broadcasting tower in the distance was bathed in the sunlight, the magical obelisk at the top of the tower spinning and floating under the anti-gravity device. The crystal surface that had been precisely cut continuously refracted the magnificent sunset. Beneath the tower was the city that was still prosperous, and becoming more prosperous by the day.
This was a city that he had built with his own hands and thousands of builders. It stood proudly at the foot of the Gloom Mountains. Every brick and stone was solid and steady, carrying all the hopes and lives of the people who lived here.
But in a sense, this city actually only stood in the 'observation world' of the people. It could be touched, it could be reached, it had its own color, texture, and even smell. But all of this was just a layer of 'reflection' covering the real universe … and the real universe under this layer of reflection was still untouchable to the mortals of this world.
Gwen exhaled softly and slowly dispelled the meaningless sense of illusion and alienation in his heart. He shook his head with a self-deprecating smile.
This kind of philosophical question … Thinking too much about it would indeed cause psychological problems.
A familiar aura appeared in his perception. Gawain turned his head to look in the direction of the aura. Between the light and shadow by the floor-to-ceiling window, he saw a petite figure nimbly jump out of thin air. While landing, she was sizing him up with her eyes.
"I see you thinking about life in the corridor as soon as I come here." Amber looked at Gwen suspiciously and skillfully used the strange words Gwen taught her. "What's wrong? After talking to the Dragon God for a long time, I feel like your whole worldview has been reorganized … This is the first time I see you like this. "
Gawain recalled the things he had heard from Enya, and a complicated smile appeared on his face. "Realignment of three views … That's not wrong."
"… Wow," Amber's eyes widened and she exclaimed exaggeratedly, "This … can make you feel like your worldview has been reorganized?! Then it seems like the Dragon God really isn't an ordinary egg. I've been by your side for so long, and this is the first time I've seen someone who can defeat you in terms of worldview. "
"Is that a compliment?" Gwen glanced at the disgrace of the elves out of the corner of his eye. "And how do you describe 'not an ordinary egg'? Why don't you try saying that in front of Enya?"
Hu Po thought about it seriously as she weighed her combat ability against the egg. Her face actually showed a little eagerness, but fortunately, her rationality still prevailed over her actions. She suspected that even if the dragon egg that was once a god could only stand on the ground, it could still use its "indescribable divine power" to slap her to various places. So, she could only wave her hand resentfully. "Don't worry about these details... By the way, what did you guys talk about? What made you show such an expression? "
Gwen's slightly joking expression became serious again. He looked at the "half-elf" girl in front of him. Her big Amber eyes were full of curiosity and a little worry. After a few seconds of pondering, he sighed softly and looked up at the glorious giant sun that was gradually falling to the horizon in the distance.
(Hurry up, wish me a happy birthday!)
"Do you see the sun?" He asked casually. "What does it look like now?"
"The sun?" Amber was stunned for a moment. She did not seem to understand why Gwen suddenly asked such a question. "What else could it look like … A big orange fireball? Or a big glowing balloon surrounded by clouds? Anyway, that's what the scholars said … Does this question have anything to do with what you discussed with the Dragon God today? "
Gwen did not answer Amber's question. He just said softly as if he was talking to himself, "Yes, a big orange fireball … But perhaps at some time, in the eyes of some individuals, it no longer looks like that …"
"I don't understand what you're talking about." Amber scratched her head. "But I heard Santis mention something similar in his lectures. He said that the eyes of many birds are different from the eyes of humans and elves. The colors of the things they see are also different. They can even see many things that humans can't see with the naked eye. The sun in their eyes may be green or purple, while the clear and empty sky in our eyes may be full of large and small magic vortexes in their eyes. Some birds even get confused by the vortexes due to neuropathy and keep circling in the empty sky until they die of exhaustion …"
"Oh?" Gwen raised his eyebrows with interest. "Is that so?"
"Of course," Amber said, spreading out her hands. "Not only that, but some more superstitious hunters will call these crazy birds circling in the sky until they die 'birds of misfortune'. They take it as an ominous sign. If they see a bird of misfortune before entering the mountains, they will even give up hunting for the day, lest they be 'confused by invisible spirits and trapped in the mountains to death' like those birds. But now many people know that it's just because the birds in the sky see things that humans can't see …"
Amber excitedly talked about the new knowledge she had learned, but Gwen's mood inexplicably calmed down. He smiled and shook his head gently. In essence, the 'birds of misfortune' and the 'macroscopic observer in a state of confusion' phenomenon that Enya had revealed were not the same thing, but the two had subtle similarities, which made him feel a little strange and coincidental.
When Hu Po was finally done with his rambling, Gao Wen finally broke the silence. "Why did you come looking for me?"
"Ah, I was just chatting and forgot about the business!" Amber suddenly slapped her forehead and quickly recovered. "We have received a communication from North Port. Tarlonde will send a resident ambassador and several diplomatic officers to stay in Cecil. The name list and the corresponding application letter have been sent. The ambassador is an old acquaintance of ours, Miss Melita Pânia."
"Resident ambassador … It seems that Tarlonde is finally on the right track." Gwen was not surprised to hear the news brought by Amber. He just said softly thoughtfully, "Melita? That's more or less what I expected. "
"According to the news from the 'Trajectory' intelligence line, Typhon has also received an official diplomatic letter from Tarlonde. Another batch of resident ambassadors will also arrive in Oldenheim soon, but the date is later than ours." Amber continued. "In addition, the intelligence officers we sent to the north of the continent have sent news that the authorities of the Duchy of Holy Dragon are taking a series of public opinion guidance related to Tarlonde. The domestic trend is gradually changing. The dragon's descendants are re-examining their relationship with the pure-blood Giant Dragon. The original 'exile' theory is gradually being diluted by the officials. According to my judgment, this should be the 'preparation' for the normalization of the relationship between Tarlonde and the Duchy of Holy Dragon. "
As she spoke, the increasingly mature intelligence chief could not help but sigh. "Sigh, the last time I saw Maggie, she was in a daze in the garden. It seems that the dragon's descendants' feelings for Tarlonde are really complicated …"
Listening to Amber's sigh, Gwen's mind drifted in another direction. He could not help but think of what Enya said to him.
"How many Holy Dragons do you think the 'Duchy of Holy Dragon' is now?"
He sighed softly, gathered his thoughts again, and interrupted Amber. "Don't forget to inform Heti to get ready to welcome the resident ambassadors. Not only Tarlonde's ambassador, we will soon welcome more ambassadors from other countries. It seems that the embassy street will soon need to be expanded again.
"Also, inform Rebecca to prepare to gather the master scholars in the field of the demon wave and gods. We will have a meeting. I have something to announce."
Amber felt something from Gwen's tone. She looked up and her eyes met with Gwen's. Two seconds later, she solemnly lowered her head and said, "I understand."
"I thought you would ask something." Gwen could not help but glance at the half-elf. "It's not your usual style to be so straightforward and reliable."
Amber immediately rolled her eyes. At the same time, her figure gradually faded in the air. Only an increasingly ethereal voice came into Gwen's ears. "I will also grow up …"
…
As the Inferno Constellation gradually rose to the highest point in the sky, the chill finally retreated from all corners of the continent. Even at the peak of the mountains in the extreme north, the area covered by ice and snow had shrunk to the smallest period of the year. Dragonarrival Castle was still proudly standing on the highest mountain, but the snow around the castle had retreated to the highest point of the mountain. Looking down from the castle's high terrace, the surface of the mountain covered with rocks and mud was green, extending down the mountain. The green grew thicker and thicker, all the way to the distant cities, villages, and wilderness.
Dragonblood Archduke Balogel turned and left the terrace. He walked through the small corridor and stone arch connecting the terrace to the main castle, past the burning magic braziers and the quaint and solemn dragon stone pillars, and came to the deepest part of Dragonarrival Castle, where the throne was located.
His most trusted courtiers, Gorosh Thickel and Eugene Natoch, were standing on either side of the throne. Apart from these two trusted courtiers, there was not a soul in sight in the hall of the throne. The guards and servants who should have been there had all been dismissed.
"Your Majesty." Eugene Natoshi, who had white hair and beard and was dressed in a white twill robe, stepped forward. Although Balogel was called "Dragonblood Archduke", in the duchy he ruled, his title was "His Majesty". "The road to the lower levels has been activated. The Council of Dragonblood is waiting for your visit."
"Got it." Balogel nodded gently, then glanced at the two courtiers. "This time, you two come with me."
"Your Majesty?" Golos Hickel widened his eyes in surprise. "But today is not …"
"I'm going to the Nameless Dragon Tomb to visit my old friends there," Balogel said softly. "You two come with me."
The two courtiers looked at each other subconsciously, then calmed down and nodded slowly.
Balogel did not say anything. He just stepped behind the throne. Behind the huge throne, which seemed to be made of a huge stone, stood a huge statue of a Dragon Head. It was the most solemn and imposing "decoration" in the hall. In the open space between the Dragon Head statue and the throne, a circular stone floor slightly protruded from the ground. Its edge was decorated with pale golden lines.
In silence, the Dragonblood Archduke and the two courtiers stood in the center of the circular floor. After a moment of waiting, a voice came from the Dragon Head statue behind them. "Lift … down. Destination, Council of Dragonblood."
A slight tremor came from under their feet. The circular floor decorated with pale golden lines shook and began to sink steadily.
Balogel could not help but feel a little emotional. After the departure of Omega, too many advanced automatic systems had become scrap metal due to network outages. Only these "old things", because of the outdated technology, were very reliable.
Golos Hickel and Eugene Natoxu, the two dragonborn courtiers, did not feel so emotional. They just looked solemn as they descended with the platform in silence. The entire lift sank into an extremely deep shaft. It quickly passed through the main building of the Dragon's Arrival Castle, a floor, and even the foundation below. However, the entire descent did not stop. Instead, it continued to move deeper into the ancient mountain.
In the shaft, automatic lights lit up one by one. The light illuminated the ancient structure on the circular inner wall, which had undergone countless renovations and maintenance. The top layer of the shaft still had a stone-like texture, but as the height continued to drop, the shaft walls began to show an obvious alloy structure. The guiding grooves, energy conduits, operating steel cables, and bearings that were integrated into the shaft walls flashed in the light. Amidst the mechanical friction of the lift, a humming sound from deep underground gradually became obvious.
Finally, with a series of shaking and the sound of a locking mechanism being activated, the lift stopped at a certain level. The stiff synthetic voice came into the ears of the three passengers. "Lift … stopped. We have arrived at the Council of Dragonblood."
After a few clicks of the mechanical lock, an opening opened on the side of the shaft, and dim light shone into Duke Balogel's eyes.
He took the lead and stepped out of the lift. Outside the shaft was another hall.
It was a hall in the depths of the mountain that looked almost identical to the Throne Hall on the surface. Its structure seemed to be a replica of the hall on the surface. Every column, every wall, and every dome were exactly the same. But the difference was that this hall did not have the huge stone throne and Dragon Head statue. Instead, there was a circular platform. The platform was connected to the ground by a steep stone staircase.
The Hall of Mirrors, which was almost exactly the same as the Throne Hall on the surface, was dimly lit. But as Balogel stepped onto the circular platform, the lighting system immediately activated. The bright light extended all the way along the central axis of the hall to the end. In the sudden bright light, huge shadows lined up on both sides of the hall became clear.
They were 22 Dragon Heads made up of machinery, pipes, artificial nerve bundles, and a small amount of biological tissue. A large number of mechanical arms and pipe cables hung down from the dome, fixing them in the air about one meter above the ground. Below each Dragon Head was a circular platform. The outer wall of the platform was some kind of ancient metal, and the top was transparent crystal. A blood-like viscous liquid slowly flowed inside the platform. In the depths of the viscous liquid, only a complicated mechanical pump and pipe system could be vaguely seen, beating like a heart.
Hurry up, wish me a happy birthday!
(End of Chapter)
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