The "Gate" project in the contracting castle was the first large-scale joint operation since the establishment of the Theocratic Council. At the same time, it could also be said to be a great undertaking that was enough to shock the countries of the Alliance and leave a heavy page in the history of mortals. Although the only countries that could directly participate in this great project were the two human empires, Typhon and Cecil, within the Alliance, at the same time, there were countless pairs of eyes watching the progress of the contracting castle.
Those countries that did not have the ability to directly participate in the project either tried their best to send the best scholars, even if these scholars could only do some "peripheral work" in the nature of "inspection" at the project site at most, or provided manpower and material resources within their ability in the hope that they could learn the results of the opening of the gate earlier, or provided a large number of ancient classics and references in the field of theology in exchange for the qualification to leave their names on the list of participating countries.
These forces gathered from various countries were like a trickle, and eventually, they were integrated and channeled through the channels of the two empires and injected into this towering castle standing in the cold wind.
"The contracting castle …" On the way to the main hall of the castle, Windsor Mappel could not help but look up at the flag flying high above the castle. She said thoughtfully, "It was established in the Ansu era and witnessed the fall of the Ansu. The peace agreement between the Ansu and Typhon, the commercial agreement between Typhon and Cecil, the armistice agreement, the new peace agreement … One after another, agreements symbolizing 'unity and progress together' were signed here. Until today, the forces from foreign countries and other races are gathered here and devoted to a common cause. This' contracting castle 'is finally worthy of its name."
"I don't remember you being such an emotional person who can speak of such profound feelings." Daniel glanced at his former apprentice faintly. "Don't you only know how to study magic in the laboratory?"
"… Teacher, you must be joking. This is not a profound feeling, just a feeling." Windsor laughed, shook her head gently and said, "I just remembered the various events that happened between us, the Ansu, and the Cecil Empire in the past few years. It seems that a lot of things are related to this castle. Even His Majesty privately said that this castle will probably leave a lot of color in the history books of later generations."
"It's also good to have important historical events gathered in one place," Daniel said casually. "At least in the future, when students memorize materials, they can memorize less places. If they really can't remember the location of an important historical event, filling in the contracting castle will have at least a 50% chance of scoring."
Windsor was a little surprised. She looked at the old mage in a daze, as if she couldn't believe what she had just heard. Mary, who had been following behind with her head lowered, couldn't help but laugh out loud. She then quickly covered her mouth.
"What are you laughing at, you good-for-nothing." Daniel turned his head to look at the black-haired female apprentice, and then looked up at Windsor. "Why don't you laugh?"
"I …" Windsor choked and awkwardly twitched the corner of her mouth. "Sorry, teacher, I didn't expect you to joke, so I didn't react in time …"
"You two are almost as good-for-nothings." Daniel shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied. He then looked up ahead. The door of the main hall was not far away, and the flag representing the Cecil Empire was fluttering on one of the flagpoles in front of the main hall. He asked casually, "Who is the technical director sent by the Cecil Empire? Have you found out? Do you know anything? "
"Ah, of course, I have." Windsor immediately nodded and told him the information she had obtained through internal channels. "It's the chief arcanist of the Cecil Empire, Master Kamel Slayne. It is said that he is a powerful ancient heroic soul from the golden age of the Kingdom of Gondor. He has lived for a thousand years now, and some powerful and unimaginable pure energy has reshaped his body, allowing this powerful ancient sorcerer to live forever …"
When talking about such extraordinary events, even the powerful and honorable legendary sorcerer would inadvertently fall into gossip mode. Windsor Mappel talked a lot about Kamel Slayne's' extraordinary legends' and 'epic experiences' in one breath. Then she suddenly realized something and coughed awkwardly. "According to the internal documents disclosed by the Theocratic Council, Master Kamel is an ancient rebel who knows many secrets in the realm of gods. His expertise is inclined towards ancient runes, mathematical logic, and arcane evocation. The pure arcane energy source we are using this time is personally designed by him."
Daniel listened quietly to the apprentice's narration. His expression did not change from beginning to end. It was not until Windsor's voice trailed off that he nodded slightly and said very calmly, "I've heard of him."
Mary, who was following behind Daniel, had lowered her head since the beginning, hiding her eyes and expression. She knew the relationship between her mentor and Master Kamel. They were old acquaintances, so familiar that they often played cards in the neural network recently. The basic process of the two masters' game was as follows: if Daniel won, Kamel would give Mary a question; if Kamel won, Daniel would give Mary a question …
Windsor could not see Mary's expression, nor could she hear Daniel's thoughts. She only felt that her mentor's attitude was a little too cold, so she could not help but remind him, "Master Kamel is a respectable scholar. I have seen some of his papers published in public journals. Not only me, but many people in the Royal Association of Mages also respect him. You can also get closer to him. After all, the relationship between Typhon and Cecil is harmonious now, and academic exchanges are supported by His Majesty. On this matter, even the domestic parliamentarians can't say anything. "
Daniel glanced at Windsor and said, "Do I look like I care about the walking dead in the parliament?"
Windsor suddenly choked and could only smile awkwardly, but she was not surprised. Her mentor had always been a proud person. Unless one really got his approval, the boasting of others was meaningless in his ears. This was the case within the academic circle of Typhon, not to mention in the face of a scholar from another country. It was normal for him to have such a reaction.
Daniel saw the change in Windsor's expression. His face was still cold and indifferent as usual, but there seemed to be a hint of a smile in the depth of his eyes. Then he walked past his former apprentice, stepped forward, and pushed open the door to the main hall.
In the main hall of the contract castle, the light of the magic crystal lamp illuminated the spacious and magnificent place.
This hall, which was a mixture of the architectural styles of Typhon and Cecil, was completely built of extremely sturdy boulders. The walls were coated with a special paint mixed with fine gold powder, which gave the whole hall a faint metallic luster. There was not a single pillar in the hall. It was entirely supported by the delicate structure of the high dome. The biggest advantage of such a structure for the people in the fortress now was that they could easily install the huge portal device in the hall without having to continue to remove more pillars, walls, and a lot of follow-up reinforcement.
At this moment, in this place where kings and emperors used to sign the covenant, frontline commanders used to command the battle, and emergency treatment of the wounded in the deicidal war, a "battle" at the forefront of technology had begun. A huge metal pedestal with a multi-ring structure was installed in the center of the hall where the Sacred Platform of Oaths was originally placed. The covenant that was originally stored here had long been invalidated with the disintegration of the Ansu and was recycled to the museum.
Around the metal pedestal, a lot of ancillary devices were still in the basic state. Countless parts and materials were orderly placed everywhere in the hall. The construction workers were using paint to draw the remaining work areas and datum lines on the ground. Technicians, engineers, and Typhon scholars in white robes or various sorcerer robes were coming and going between the various areas, busy counting materials, checking equipment, and directing the construction workers.
A tall figure full of the brilliance of Olympian mathematics was floating next to the pedestal in the center of the hall. Tiny energy sparks were jumping and flowing between his rune armor plates. He curiously observed the complex rune arrays set up in the pedestal device and talked to the technicians next to him from time to time. This was Kamel Slayne, the chief think-tank director and grand arcanist of the Cecil Empire. As the highest technical officer of the Cecil side in the "Gate" project, he was ordered to supervise the crucial project here.
A strange aura came from the entrance of the hall. Kamel immediately stopped talking to the technicians next to him. He turned around in the air and saw three figures appear at the door, walking towards him.
One was a tall, middle-aged lady with a dignified temperament, the other was a gloomy old magician wearing a black robe, and the last was a young female magician with short black hair, who was also wearing a black robe. She followed closely behind the old magician, like a chick following every step of the way.
The brilliance of Olympian mathematics in Kamel's eyes flashed, and then he floated down from the air and floated in the direction of the visitors. He calmly exchanged glances with Daniel with a happy "expression" on his "face". He was not worried that the Typhon technicians next to him would see any clues from his "expression".
After all, except for a few colleagues in Cecil, no one in this world could see the slightest change of expression on his 200 lumens face …
"Master Kamel." Windsor came in front of Kamel with a dignified smile on her face. Apart from her mentor and His Majesty, the President of the Royal Association of Mages could maintain the most appropriate smile on any occasion. "Good day. This is my mentor, Master Daniel. This is Mary, a senior scholar from the Imperial Association of Craftsmen, and also another apprentice of my mentor."
As she spoke, the legendary sorcerer could not help but take a few more looks at Kamel. Her gaze swept across his abundant arcane sparks and runic armor kit, and her eyes were filled with curiosity and surprise.
This is an incredible life form … Does he need to eat? Does he need to drink? Does he need to go to the toilet? Does he need to recharge? Does he have normal senses of temperature? Does he need to sleep? Does he need to turn off the light when he sleeps? If so … How did he turn off the 'light'?
Windsor Mappel lowered her head slightly and suppressed the series of slightly offensive questions that popped up in her mind. Kamel turned his eyes to Daniel. After a brief look, he broke the silence and said with a smile, "Nice to meet you, Master Daniel. I've heard of your name in some academic newspapers."
"Nice to meet you too, Master Kamel." Daniel maintained his usual indifferent expression. "I've also heard of you — from my apprentice."
Mary, who was beside Windsor, lowered her head and did not even dare to breathe. It seemed that she was overly nervous because it was the first time she had met such a 'person'.
In fact, she was really nervous because the last time they met in the neural network, Master Kamel had left her three big questions, and she had not solved any of them …
After a few simple greetings, Kamel floated half a step forward and stretched out an 'arm' that was filled with the brilliance of Mathematical Olympiad. "Do you want to shake hands? This is how we Cecil people express our goodwill. "
Daniel glanced at the energy flowing on Roland's arm and asked cautiously, "Is it hot?"
"Don't worry." Kamel smiled. "You won't even feel the obvious heat."
Daniel reached out his hand, and a palm made of flesh and blood touched the surging arcane brilliance, and then quickly separated.
"Well, the necessary greetings and introductions have been completed. Now let's get down to business." Kamel floated half a step back and turned his eyes to Windsor Mappel. "I've been observing the base structure of your portal, and now I have some questions. I hope you can answer them …"
A smile immediately appeared on Windsor's face. "Of course, please ask away."
…
While the technicians in the contract fortress began to build a 'bridgehead' for the march to the divine realm, another large-scale 'march' was also in full swing at the southern foot of the Gloom Mountain Range. The first step of the operation had been carried out.
The southern exit of the Defiant Fortress was also an important gateway in the southern flatland of the Gloom Mountain Range. In the outer area of the 'South Gate Fortress', which was armed with giant magic cannons and alloy armor, engineering vehicles were gathering inside the first wall. A large number of resources, machinery, and personnel were mobilized from the Imperium in several batches here. The magic engines roared continuously, and the traction devices and elevators were constantly sending more supply boxes onto the large trucks. The tanks and multipurpose chariots on guard duty were going through the last round of inspection, ready to go to the south soon.
Grand Architect Gordon stood at the top of the outer wall. He looked away from the vehicles in the assembly area and turned to the forest outside the wall.
In the distance, the Black Forest was still flourishing. Dense and twisted giant plants filled his vision. These plants had been nourished by the chaotic magic in the wasteland and had become exceptionally resilient. They did not show any signs of decline in the past winter, and during the summer that had just ended, even more twisted plants emerged from the edge of the Black Forest. It was as if they were trying to provoke the 'border' that the Cecil Empire had set at the southern fortress.
Of course, the imperial soldiers stationed in the fortress could not stand this provocation. So in the last two weeks of summer, they used the heavy burners and the Longsong Cannons on the wall to make a righteous response to the Black Forest. Now, the growths at the edge of the forest were once again driven back. Gordon looked in the direction of the last burner, as if he could still see the smoke rising from there.
"Building a railway through the Black Forest …" The grand architect murmured in his throat, and a smile appeared on his face. "This is a bit challenging."
(End of Chapter)
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