The life of the nobles was always accompanied by feasting and socializing throughout the night. Revelry and merriment were their greatest virtues. The ball in Glen Castle lasted until dawn before the guests in the castle gradually dispersed. Some of them stayed in the castle for the night, while others left the castle at sunrise in carriages wrapped in furs and enchanted with a temperature control spell. The bustling place finally quieted down.
The mistress of the castle and the most important guest in the castle had disappeared for a long time in the middle of the ball. This matter gave the nobles endless room for imagination, but only the most superficial people would speculate about the affair of a widow. For those who had a keen sense of smell and always looked at Cecil with a scheming eye, they were more willing to speculate about the secret deal between the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory and the mistress of Glen Castle.
There was no doubt that there must be a secret deal. Simple friendship did not exist in a noble gathering, especially when a duke and a viscount met. No one would believe that there was no deal behind it, but the specific details of the deal were not so easy to find out.
But the guests at the banquet had also made some guesses. They knew that Glen Castle was not rich in mineral resources, but it was rich in farmland, and there was a lot of furs and wood production. So they thought that the deal between Count Glen and Duke Cecil was at most around these products. Considering the cheap alchemy potions in Cecil's territory, perhaps Count Glen would use her own furs and wood to exchange for Druil Potion to improve the soil.
This was the conclusion that most of the guests came to after deducing.
Anyway, regardless of the deal between Count Glen and Duke Cecil, it would not affect the situation in the Southern Territory. The relationship between the nobles had always been like this. Interests were tangled, and they spied on each other but also relied on each other. There were many tangled roots in the Black Forest, and many nobles in civilized society engaged in private trade and marriage while waging war. It was not a big deal that Count Glen and Duke Cecil signed a trade agreement. Who in the Southern Territory would not buy the potion that Cecil received? This did not stop them from buying the Weave technology that Earl Hosman had stolen.
Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation Gwen stood on an open terrace outside the side door of the banquet hall. The cold night wind blew from the north and split a few centimeters in front of him. He looked down at the mountain path below the castle and watched the carriages with magic crystals leave one after another in the rising sun. In this cold winter, the nobles could still travel to and fro from territory to territory and attend banquets, but the poor commoners might freeze to death on the mountain path if they even left their houses to collect firewood.
A moment later, he turned his head slightly. "Amber."
Amber's voice came from behind him. "I'm here."
"You … Eh, when did you get behind me?" Gwen was about to give orders when he suddenly froze. He turned his head and found that Amber, who was originally standing behind him, was now standing directly behind him.
"I'm blocking the wind behind you," the half-elf said matter-of-factly. "You're using your aura to block the cold wind, but I'm standing beside you!"
Gwen: "… Ahem. Go back and bring Kamel and Pitman here as soon as possible. "
Amber froze for a moment. "You want Kamel to check on Patty's magic device, right? What's Pitman doing? Are you going to let him treat Patty? "
"Yes." Gwen nodded. "Compared to the holy light that only stimulates vitality, Druil is better at healing damaged flesh and replenishing vitality. His treatment should be effective on Patty."
"Can the old man do it?" Amber's voice sounded uneasy. "Countess Gollen has already looked for all kinds of extraordinary healers. She must have looked for Druil and the like. Maybe she has even asked for intermediate and high-level healers. The old man is just a low-level Druil. Can he do something that even experts can't?"
"Just call him over." Gwen smiled. "Maybe it'll work?"
Amber scratched her head and gradually disappeared into the air. Only her voice was heard. "Okay, you're the boss anyway …"
Gwen turned around and looked at the empty terrace. He waited there without saying a word. Sure enough, after a while, he saw Amber's figure jump out from the side. The half-elf stood in front of him and stretched her hand high. "Give me money, travel expenses!"
Gawain smiled as if he had expected this. He reached into his pocket and slowly took out the money. Taking advantage of the moment when Hu Po let down his guard, he immediately pulled his hand out and knocked Hu Po on the head. "You still dare to ask for money! I saw that the ring of the conferment document I just received a few days ago was still gold in the morning, and it became gold-plated in the afternoon! How dare you ask for money! "
Then Amber turned into a black light and went straight to the southwest …
After Amber left, Gwen took a last look at the gradually rising sun. He took a deep breath of the fresh cold air from the north to refresh his mind. He then turned and walked into the castle.
Although he did not rest much last night, as an extraordinary professional, he was still very energetic.
He decided to see Patty, say good morning to the little girl, and tell her the story about Charlie and the three golden crowns that he did not finish yesterday.
At the same time, in a secret underground palace located in the Typhon Empire, a stone hall suddenly lit up with the light of a magic stone lamp.
The bright light powered by magic illuminated the dark place, making the round platform in the hall, the neat seats around the platform, and the artificial neural network behind the seats appear in the light. Figures in black or white robes emerged from the darkness like nightmares, standing quietly in front of the seats.
They were the high-ranking nightmare bishops of the Church of the Eternal Rest.
A cluster of shining, purple-black shadow appeared above the round platform in the center of the hall. The voice of the shadow rang in the mind of every bishop. "Everyone is here. Let's get started."
The bishops took their seats. One of the bishops looked around and then at the platform in front of him. He broke the silence with a chuckle. "After getting used to the gorgeous hall in the City of Dreams, I feel that the meeting place in the real world is shabby."
The shadow floating above the platform spoke in the minds of the bishops. "There are always things that can't be done in the dream, so the meeting place in the real world is necessary."
"Your Holiness, we have made a key progress on Project Zero," a white-robed bishop with a female voice said. "In Sandbox No. 166, the sanctuary has been stable for a long time and has successfully operated for the first millennium."
"This is the sandbox that has been maintained for the longest time," a black-robed bishop across the round table said. "And we have achieved the mental maintenance of the sanctuary residents. The one hundred testers in Sandbox No. 166 have not had a mental breakdown for a thousand years. Until the sandbox collapsed, they could still answer our questions clearly. Of course, to prevent contamination, after Sandbox No. 166 disintegrated, we erased the memory of the one hundred testers."
"Very good," the shadow above the platform praised. The starlight on the surface seemed to surge. "What is the current time iteration level?"
"The 'one thousand years' of Sandbox No. 166 took a total of twenty-six days in the real world," a black-robed female bishop replied with a bow. "Currently, we have encountered a bottleneck in the time iteration. Too high an iteration level requires a huge amount of computing power, and the deeper the acceleration, the more difficult it is to ensure the stability of the sandbox. Sandbox No. 132 successfully entered the highest iteration level and ran for 378 years in a day, but the information coming out of the sandbox was only chaos and madness. All the testers had turned into nightmare spawns after leaving the network …"
"We need to find a balance in the time iteration level and stability," the shadow above the platform, the pope of the Eternal Sleep said quietly. "Don't be impatient. Before this world is swallowed up, there is still hope for mankind. There are still many talented people among our compatriots waiting to be discovered. We are not alone."
Talented people — the first thought that came to the minds of the bishops present was the 'Mentor of Nightmares' level disciple of the Eternal Sleep who had suddenly emerged and showed extraordinary talent in this new thing called the mental network.
"The emergence of the mental network is greatly advancing our plan. Some people who were originally unknown may show their unique talents in front of this new thing," the pope's wise voice echoed in the minds of the bishops. "The concept of the database has proven to be extraordinary in managing the sandbox system, and according to my prediction, the network architecture optimization will further improve the efficiency of the mental network. You should pay more attention to such talents, and don't let them be buried in vain."
The bishops got up and saluted respectfully. "Yes, Your Holiness, we will follow your will."
…
In the snow-covered mountains in the northern part of Ansu, the Archduchess of the North, Victoria Wilde. Standing in the study with a huge map of the northern region hanging on the wall, she quietly looked at the map depicting the entire Ansu.
The window of the study was locked, and the whistling northern wind and snow were blocked outside the window. However, around the Archduchess, looming snowflakes still appeared out of thin air from time to time, as if she was the embodiment of the cold winter.
The door of the study was pushed open at this moment, and the black-haired, black-eyed, ordinary-looking maid Maggie walked into the study. She was holding a wax sealed sleeve in her hand, and the sleeve was printed with the pale gold emblem of the Moen royal family.
"Vicki, a secret letter from Saint Sunil City."
The Archduchess turned around and glanced at the black-haired woman who looked like a maid on the surface but was actually a good friend and advisor. "Is there a white ribbon or gold on the griffin's neck?"
"Gold."
"Then it seems that this is the will of 'His Majesty'," the Archduchess said faintly. The Duchess said lightly. She waved her hand, and the wax sealed sleeve opened automatically. The secret letter flew out and landed in her hand.
Victoria opened the secret letter, carefully read every word on it, and then showed a faint smile.
"The magic communication tower at the border between Ansu and Typhon has been reactivated."
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