Unknowingly, the topic seemed to have drifted to a strange place. The very experienced Dragons and Goddesses once again used their experience to make the golden oak fall into a long silence. Gwen covered his head and sighed. He looked at Enya with a helpless expression. "Is it my imagination? Why do I feel that you are quite proud?"
"Of course, this is not something to be proud of." Enya's expression was still serious. "I'm just stating the facts. I've experienced something that you can't imagine, or rather … 'I've been through all that. Although past experience may not always be useful in the new era, at least when it comes to the laws of nature, my words should still be very useful for you. "
"Everything is as you said." Mirmina snapped out of her daze and immediately nodded. "It seems that we can't expect the 'mutual repulsion' between the gods to suddenly disappear. Instead of hoping for such a whimsical thing, we should calm down and think of a solution from a technical point of view."
"These things should be discussed at length." Gwen coughed twice and brought the topic back on track. "We are a little off topic. Back to the original topic, about Typhon's plan to open the divine realm … May I take it that we have reached an agreement?"
"All the questions have been answered. You can reply to Emperor Typhon and tell him what we have said today." Enya nodded gently. "Then find out if he has a thorough and feasible plan. If you think there is anything wrong with the process, we will be ready to help."
"Allow me to thank you in advance." Gwen stood up, glanced at the three former gods, and nodded sincerely. He then took half a step back and exhaled a turbid breath. "Then I should also leave. The time I have wasted here today has been …"
"Are you leaving now?" Ah Mo 'en raised his eyelids, and a hint of a smile appeared in his old and gentle eyes. "Gawain, you've been suppressing yourself too much. You should have some time to relax between one heavy burden after another. This will not affect your ability to continue to be a wise and powerful ruler. "
Gwen did not say anything. He just looked quietly at Amoun. He saw the latter gently waved his hand, and the exquisite card on the table instantly disappeared into the air. It was replaced by a square box that seemed to contain something heavier. The former God of Nature smiled. "Now that there are four of us, let's play a game of mahjong."
"No, thank you." Gwen did not hesitate to take half a step back again. He thought to himself that everything was just as he had expected. These retired gods were bored to the point where they would play checkers when they had two, fight the landlord when they had three, and play mahjong when they had four. It was hard to imagine what they would do when they had five. Moreover, these gods would often call their slacking behavior "Gods XX". Even the directors and scriptwriters would not dare to write this logic, but Gwen had no way to refute it.
After all, these three could really be called gods. In fact, Enya herself used to be a "god". Even if they squatted on the ground and counted ants, they would still be "gods counting ants" … What kind of logic was that?
Anyway, Gwen felt that there was no way he could reason with them, so he simply turned around and left. Amoun opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, Gwen had already disappeared into the leaves and the breeze under the golden oak.
"… He looks like he has no interest in joining us." After a moment, Amoun sighed and shook his head as he sat back in his seat regretfully. "I thought the addition of the word 'gods' would be more or less attractive to him."
"The word 'gods' would not be attractive to him in this aspect." Mirmina looked at Amoun with a hint of sarcasm. "And he is not as bored as you and me. He has a lot of things to do."
"Well, that's true, but it doesn't matter," Amoun said with relief. He then looked at the two ladies on both sides of the table. "Anyway, we still have three left. We can still play a game of Pantheon cards …"
"I'm not going to waste my time with you," Mirmina said casually. Her figure had gradually faded in the air. "I recently found a free settlement with good scenery outside the city. I'm planning to create a foothold there. We'll talk about playing cards next time."
The figure of the Goddess of Magic completely disappeared into the air. Amoun was stunned for a moment. He turned to Enya helplessly, but the latter had already stood up. "Sorry, I have to leave too. There are still some things waiting for me in the real world. I should be very busy during this period."
"The real world?" Amoun was stunned. "Do you still need to do anything in the real world? Your current state … "
"I'm incubating eggs."
After saying this, the elegant figure that seemed to be surrounded by a pale golden light had disappeared under the golden oak tree. For a moment, only Amoun was left at the square table. The former God of Nature blinked. It took him a few seconds before he finally realized what Enya meant by 'incubating eggs'. He then looked around, his face showing obvious frustration. "They're all gone …"
He muttered, sat back at the square table, and re-conjured the exquisite cards. He slowly switched the order of the cards and the phantom colors on them. At the same time, he recalled something that Mirmina casually mentioned just now. She seemed to have found a surveillance loophole in the neural network, and she had definitely been researching it for a while.
"She's really good at this … Should I say, she's a goddess created by the group of mortals who are best at research and exploration …" The former God of Nature sighed softly. He then sent a message to Naretil to report Mirmina.
…
Oldenheim. The approaching autumn was gradually suppressing the heat left by summer. The entire imperial capital and the vast plains around the imperial capital were welcoming a relatively dry and comfortable season of the year. Before the Frost Sky Constellation rose and the Frost Moon arrived, the sun would continue to shine on the land for a few more days until the fog on the plains rose again, and the damp and cold atmosphere once again enveloped everything in Oldenheim.
And in this last day of sunlight, the window of the study on the upper floor of the Obsidian Palace was also opened, allowing the fresh air and sunlight to sprinkle on the desk of the imperial ruler.
Rosetta Augustus sat on his favorite high-back chair, his head lowered as he reviewed the documents that had just been sent in by his attendants. The sun shone from behind him, and the words on the documents were clearly black and white. In these tidy and concise words, he could clearly grasp the pulse of the entire empire at this moment. Just like he had done for the past twenty years, everything that happened in this vast land was clearly presented in his mind.
The wounds left by the war were not so easy to heal. Even with the double powerful blood transfusion brought by the trans-continental sea route and the new international trade, the Empire still needed some time to recover the vitality lost in the Battle of Winter Fort. But after the hard work of the past winter and the first half of this year, the domestic situation had completely stabilized, and there were obvious signs of recovery in various fields. And as long as the current stability continued, the recovery would get faster and faster, and eventually bring about a new peak.
The Battle of Winter Fort was a cruel battle, and the blow it caused was undoubtedly heavy. But in the long run, it also brought about a beneficial "bloodletting treatment". The stale flesh of the Empire was cut clean, the voices of the opposition disappeared, and the hidden dangers left by the new policies over the past twenty years were uprooted. The solidified upper class was shuffled and reorganized, and there were large-scale vacancies in the market. The post-war reconstruction provided a huge number of jobs. When the most difficult pain was over, the Empire would usher in the month of harvest.
Of course, the price of all this was high, and new hidden dangers would also take root under the appearance of prosperity. But under the premise that the price had become an established fact, it was necessary for a ruler to extract as much benefit as possible from the price as possible.
To Rosetta's relief, there were still a lot of "smart people" in Oldenheim. The situation that he was most worried about, where the young noble investors lost confidence and the shrinkage of investment in the core industry, did not happen. This ensured the further recovery of the imperial capital's economic circle.
Footsteps came from outside the corridor, and Rosetta's attention was finally diverted from the documents. He looked up in the direction of the door of the study, and the door was pushed open from the outside almost at the same time.
The black-haired head maid, Diana, stood at the door, her inorganic eyes reflecting the brilliance of the sun outside the window. "We have received a reply from Cecil."
"So fast?" Rosetta was a little surprised. "I thought it would take several meetings of different scales to finalize such an important matter. How did they reply?"
Diana lowered her head slightly. "Gawain Cecil will talk to you directly via long-distance transmission. The time is set for half an hour later."
Rosetta was startled for a moment and immediately got up from the desk. "Ask Ms. Windsor to prepare the communication room. I'll be there now."
Before the appointed time, Rosetta arrived at the "communication room" inside the Obsidian Palace. This newly set function room was located on the edge of the magic area. Its basic magic circle was part of the royal communication tower, and this system was directly connected to the communication tower in the northwest that had recently been upgraded. Through a series of direct communication and conversion mechanisms, this link achieved communication with Cecil and could send and receive signals between the two networks in real time.
This was something unimaginable in the old era: the rulers of two imperial capitals that were thousands of miles apart could talk in real time as if they were face to face. Negotiations or consultations that could affect the situation of the entire continent could be carried out in real time, and the "hidden dangers" caused by poor communication in the past had been avoided to the greatest extent.
The cost of this system was, of course, not cheap, especially when the transnational communication network had just started. The interconnection of the neural network, the communication tower chain, and the sentinel data link had just begun. It was not difficult to directly build such a line across half of the continent. But for the two countries that had just experienced the God of War's calamity, this level of cost was not worth mentioning at all.
Rosetta stepped into the communication room. There were not many decorations in the oval room. Only a huge magic circle was drawn on a round table in the middle of the room. A large number of high-quality crystals and magic-conducting materials were shining on the platform. At this moment, this complex magic circle had started to operate. It received signals from a distance and restored the signals into sounds and images that were rapidly becoming clearer.
Finally, the holographic illusion projected on the round table completely stabilized, and the face of Gwen Cecil appeared in front of Rosetta.
"Good day, Emperor Rosetta. We haven't seen each other for a while."
"Good day, Your Majesty Gwen Cecil. I'm glad to see that you are still so healthy. You're right, we haven't seen each other for a while. "
The two rulers of the two empires simply exchanged pleasantries, but did not waste too much time on the usual pleasantries. Gwen quickly got to the point. "We have received the document from Obsidian Palace. After careful analysis and deduction by the Theocratic Council experts in Cecil, we think that this bold plan is worth implementing. But we need more detailed technical information and program planning before we can make a final judgment."
"… You came to a conclusion faster than I thought," Rosetta said from the bottom of his heart.
"Because I have the most reliable experts and the most experienced … consultants here." Gwen smiled, but when he said the word 'consultants', he paused a little. "Their suggestions are quick and to the point."
"… I think I probably know who the consultants are," Rosetta said thoughtfully. Then he thought of the documents that Cecil disclosed to the Theocratic Council not long ago. His expression changed slightly, and his attitude became solemn. "If it is … their suggestion, then I can understand why you made a judgment so quickly."
Gwen nodded and did not say anything more on the topic of 'consultants'. Instead, he asked directly, "I want to know the specific plan of Typhon for this' cooperation '. In the project of opening the gate to the divine kingdom, the scholars of Typhon have already taken the lead. What do you need us to do next? "
Rosetta did not beat around the bush. After all, this was the channel of direct communication between the two heads of state. "A high-purity, high-intensity arcane energy source, and it must be highly controllable."
Gwen's eyes were serious as he slowly nodded. What Rosetta proposed was one of the things that he had expected before he turned on the communication.
According to the rough technical information provided by Typhon, opening the gate to the divine kingdom of the God of War required a total of three critical conditions: the first was undoubtedly the fragment left by the God of War, which was used as a 'beacon' to open the gate; the second was the specific technical parameters for the construction of the gate, which had been worked out by the scholars of Typhon. The source was the knowledge fragments stolen from the God's Eye by the Augustus Family; the third … was the arcane energy source that could be used to open and support the gate.
The first two conditions were met by Typhon, but the third one was in the hands of Cecil. This was the basis of the 'cooperation'.
"We know that Cecil has been conducting the 'Essence of Magic Exploration Experiment', and we also know that you have created the highest purity and high-intensity arcane energy source that humans have ever created. To be honest … Typhon can't make it," Rosetta said frankly. "We need your energy source technology, and you need our portal technology."
(End of Chapter)
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