Although Hao Ren had decided not to put the sample back into the Umbra Realm, where to put it was a big problem. Putting it in the territory was definitely out of the question. This thing was different from the conventional excavations, and it was not a harmless iron lump like the egg of Nicholas. The existence of the cells of the god's tissue itself was a deadly thing to mortals. Even just looking at it at a close distance would cause people to either die or go crazy. So it had to be put away from the crowd, but at the same time, it had to be under his complete control.
After thinking about it, it seemed that the ruins in the mountain itself was the best place to store it.
Gwen took out the map drawn by Byron and quickly found the place that met his requirements. In the great corridor in the middle of the ruins, there was a spacious empty room near the southwest corner. The room used to be a laboratory, so it was sturdy and easy to guard.
And more importantly, the room was quite a distance away from the rotunda.
Although he did not know if there was anything in the rotunda that could resonate with the flesh and blood of the gods, it was more or less reassuring to put a distance between the two.
Gwen pointed at the map and said, "Put the thing in this room and put it in an opaque cloth or box. From now on, under any circumstances, unless I am present, make sure that the sample is completely covered. Not a single part of it can be exposed to the eyes of ordinary people. Heti, the magic door of the room itself has been damaged. Go and reset the mechanism to make sure that it will not be opened casually. That room will be regarded as a 'forbidden zone' in the future. No one is allowed to enter without my permission. "
Byron and Heti nodded in agreement. Then Byron asked, "My lord, are there any guards outside the room?"
Gwen nodded. "Leave two guards and send two groups of people to take turns with them. The room must be guarded 24 hours a day. Also, choose the most reliable soldiers to prevent those who are overly curious from going in and asking for trouble. "
"Yes, my lord."
After giving these instructions, Gwen breathed a sigh of relief. But his heart did not relax much.
He seemed to understand Viscount Andrew's feelings back then. He had dug out a treasure, but it turned out to be a hot potato.
A sample of the flesh and blood of the gods. It was almost needless to say how big of a storm this thing could cause in this world. The power, knowledge, and wealth it could bring were immeasurable. But the danger it could bring was also almost the same. Gawain wasn't a person who liked to take risks in his previous life. Based on his personality, he would have thrown this thing as far away as possible when he dug it up. It would be even better if he could throw it to some idiot (such as a cult). But now, his personality had more or less changed.
He really could not control his curiosity about the "gods", especially now that he realized that the "gods" might have formed a connection with him. This curiosity was even more uncontrollable.
Those flesh and blood organizations would be suppressed by him. Those gods might have died at the hands of a powerful civilization with a fleet. It was very likely that he had possessed a satellite, and this satellite might have been left behind by that powerful civilization. So, his suppression of the flesh and blood of the gods was most likely related to his identity as a "satellite spirit". On the other hand, the Eternal Slate also recorded the truth that the gods were dead, and the Eternal Slate itself also showed its uniqueness in the process of establishing a connection with him. Thinking of the crystal inlaid in the slate fragment, it might also be a relic of that powerful civilization …
As for why the Eternal Slate, which was supposed to be the "object of the deicide", instead carried the knowledge of the gods and brought religious enlightenment to the mortals on this planet, Gwen could not figure it out.
Gwen vaguely felt that he had been swept up in all of this, and there was no way to avoid it. It could even be said that he was no longer just swept up in the vortex — he was a part of it.
"What happened here today must be kept a secret," Gwen whispered and looked at Byron and Knight. "Byron, you and your men continue to explore this ruin, but as long as you find a place similar to this place, you must seal it immediately and wait for me to confirm it personally. This is to prevent you from accidentally coming into contact with those related to the gods. "
Byron bowed his head deeply. "I understand, my lord."
"Ancestor, these original manuscripts …" Heti pointed to the original manuscripts that had been collected on the table not far away. They were the ancient parchments that recorded the crazy ravings of a crazy person. "Do you want to bring them back or what?"
Gwen glanced at the manuscripts and could not help but look at the bloody skeleton that was rapidly disintegrating and dissipating on the ground nearby. He had vaguely guessed where the manuscripts came from: most likely left behind by this monster.
The human experiments conducted by the Kingdom of Gondor here had produced many failed experimental subjects. When they evacuated, most of the experimental subjects were destroyed, but some of them seemed to have been left directly in the incubator and were sealed instead of being burned. This may have been for some research purposes, but obviously, the researchers who left never came back.
One of the experimental subjects sealed in the incubator did not die. On the contrary, it (or it) continued to be affected by the flesh and blood of the gods in the experimental device and survived until today. In the process, it developed a special ability that allowed it to leave the incubator and achieve a certain degree of freedom.
It even retained the ability to think for a time.
But in any case, it was now just a pile of debris that was constantly disintegrating.
"Seal it together with this sealing crystal," Gwen finally decided. "This crystal cube is named the Original Sample, and it is numbered one. The manuscripts will be the first derivative of the Original Sample. If similar strange things are found in the ruins in the future, they will be numbered and preserved according to this rule. "
By the time Gwen finished dealing with the ruins in the mountains, it was already night time when he returned to the fief.
Bright magic crystal lamps had been lit on the main roads and several important places in the fief.
Due to the implementation of the Weave technology and the trial operation of the new 'Beehive Weave' in some key areas, the territory no longer had to rely on torches and braziers for illumination at night. Now, the factories, research facilities, night school areas, and the main roads of the territory relied on the Weave's continuous supply of magic stones to provide long-term and stable illumination. Illumination at night was an important guarantee for the development of the territory.
Without cheap and reliable night lighting, people could only work during the day, and many projects that required 24-hour continuous work could not be carried out. Night school education and factory assembly lines were affected because of this. On Earth, the appearance of electric light brought about a huge change in people's work and lifestyle, turning human civilization into a powerful machine that operated day and night. In this world, high-quality night lighting technology had already existed, and synthetic magic crystals for lighting were not too expensive. The only thing that limited its development was the lack of energy.
Without the highly compatible magic net, the traditional magic crystals had to rely on the continuous infusion of magic power by the mages to light them up. How could the common people imagine that the noble mages would run around hundreds of magic crystal lamps all night to inject magic power? So, for a long time, only the castles of the king and the lords could be lit up at night. For the common people who had to be careful about lighting oil lamps, they did not dare to imagine the so-called 'night life'.
It was all thanks to the magic net. It made up for the shortcoming of the magic crystal lamps, reducing the cost of magic power to almost zero. The surplus magic power in the factories was enough to light up the entire camp.
With the help of the light, Gwen returned to his tent. He looked at the tent that he had lived in for a few months and shook his head with a smile.
It was indeed time for him to move out of the tent. The brick kiln factory was on the right track, and the first batch of brick houses had begun to be built in the fief. The wooden houses had even entered the stage of being phased out. But he, the lord, was still living in a tent. This matter would really shock many people if they knew about it.
Some people guessed that it was because the lord cherished his people. Some guessed that it was because the lord was thrifty as a pioneer. But in fact, it was because Gwen had designed the style of residence that he needed long ago. It included a storage room, a magic laboratory, a weapons room, a kitchen, a sewer system, and so on. At the early stage of the fief, it was impossible to build it. And Gwen was too lazy to build a temporary wooden house and then tear it down. So, he simply waited until today, when the conditions were met.
As soon as Gwen entered the tent, he saw Betty lying on the table and sleeping soundly. The little maid had probably slept here for a long time. Judging from the range of her saliva, she had been lying there for at least an hour.
But although Betty was sleeping soundly, she was very sensitive to Gwen's footsteps. When the latter came within three meters of her, the girl suddenly looked up and said with a dazed look, "Master, you're back. I didn't sleep. I just lay there for a while …"
"Saliva." Gwen looked at the little girl who was a little silly. "Wipe your saliva."
"Oh."
Gwen was very curious. "Why are you waiting here? Someone is looking for me? "
Betty carefully thought about why she fell asleep on the table, and then finally remembered what she was doing. "Ah, I remember! Miss Rebecca and Miss Jenny came to see you! "
"Why are they looking for me …" Gwen was halfway through his words when he waved his hand. "Oh, you must have forgotten."
"I won't forget this time!" Betty raised her head and puffed out her chest as she spoke. Then, she happily took out a small notebook from the pocket of her maid skirt and opened it solemnly. "Miss Jenny has written it down for me! They said … they have calculated the rune model. Rune model … Master, I don't know this word! "
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