East of Ansu, in the depths of the underground palace. Bertilla Augustus? He walked into a special room covered in all sorts of runes and mysterious symbols.
Compared to the other areas of the underground palace, this room could only be described as narrow and cramped. The room was no more than two to three meters in length and width, and there was no furniture except for a magic crystal lamp embedded in the middle of the ceiling. Under the illumination of the magic crystal lamp, one could see that the walls, floor, and ceiling were covered in runes. The runes of the Eternal Sleepers.
Bertilla came to the center of the room and waved her hand. The sound of a door closing behind her was heard, and an invisible magic barrier closed up, completely isolating the room from the outside world.
She then quietly looked around the mysterious, complicated, and dazzling runes in the room. She slowed her breathing and released her magic power.
The runes in the room lit up one by one, and began to change in a rhythmic manner. Under Bertilla's cleric robe that had erased all sacred symbols, vines and roots began to extend and spread. With a rustling sound, the vines and a circle of runes on the floor slowly fused together …
Bertilla opened her eyes. She saw a middle-aged man in a black robe, tall and muscular, with a serious face standing before her.
The black robe was different from the pure black robe worn by the believers of the Apocalypse. Its structure was more complicated, and there were runes and symbolic threads on the surface. It was more like a combination of a mage's robe and a priest's robe.
Bertilla knew that the man in front of her wasn't really standing in front of her. This was just an illusion that was projected into her senses. That solemn middle-aged man's face wasn't necessarily the man's real appearance. It was more likely a product of imagination. This was what the Eternal Sleepers were best at, and she was already used to it.
"I hope there will be no interference in the communication this time," Bertilla said faintly. "About the situation we encountered last time, have you come to a conclusion?"
In her sight, the middle-aged man whose real body could be thousands of miles away nodded slightly. "We have come to a conclusion. Your communication has not been corrupted or infiltrated."
Bertilla raised her eyebrows slightly. "This conclusion doesn't make me feel at ease."
"Don't worry, there's still a detailed explanation," the serious-looking middle-aged man continued, sounding like a professional. "The Mind Projection technique is a very advanced secret technique. Its principle is very reliable, but as a new technique, it does have a certain flaw. When the user receives the projection, the mental impression will be magnified, and the activity in the realm of consciousness will produce unexpected phenomena. Trained Sleepers can rely on spells and willpower to counteract this effect, but those who have not learned the secret technique of eternal sleep may create sounds and images that should not exist in the Mind Projection."
Bertilla frowned. "You mean to say that the 'invader' was just a figment of my imagination?"
"Yes, but we don't mean to offend you, just because it's true," the middle-aged man said calmly. "Madam Bertilla, please recall if you have similar imaginations or concerns in your mind. Even if there may be concerns in your subconscious mind, during the process of the Mind Projection, those things hidden deep in your heart will emerge. Please recall carefully. What you saw, did you ever imagine it?"
Bertilla's face was gloomy.
She imagined the scene: Roland? Augustus suddenly appeared in front of her, her closest and most respected brother angrily questioned her, he was disappointed by her choice, he even raised his sword …
She did not think that she would be troubled by similar 'shadows' now, and she did not think that she had ever worried about such a scene on a daily basis.
But … what about her subconscious mind? What about the deepest part of her subconscious mind? Even if she had completely controlled her deep thoughts, those individuals she had devoured in the past seven centuries … Had their souls and memories accidentally mixed with her own, and then caused a little hidden danger?
She began to calmly analyze, and the calmer she was, the more she believed that there was a certain probability.
Maybe in a dream that she had deleted, in a nightmare, she had really dreamed that her brother was alive because of her anger, and then he raised his sword and slashed people …
"Okay, I accept this theory." Finally, she exhaled softly and stared at the middle-aged man in front of her. "Then I want to confirm, will this phenomenon appear again in the future?"
The middle-aged man nodded meticulously. "I can't guarantee that it won't appear 100% of the time, but if the user is mentally prepared in advance and gives himself enough psychological cues, the chances of 'additional illusions' appearing can be greatly reduced."
Did she see Bertilla? There seemed to be a trace of doubt on Augustus' face. The middle-aged man slightly straightened his back, with a proud and indisputable look on his face. "Madam Bertilla, you don't have to doubt. The Eternal Sleepers have always valued the interests of their allies. We have analyzed the problem you have encountered with the most professional attitude. What I just said is the conclusion that Bishop Daniel, the highest security director of the Church, the master of the mental network, personally researched and made. Any Eternal Sleepers will prove to you that this master is wise and meticulous."
Bertilla crossed her arms in front of her chest. "I have heard of this name. I have no more questions."
"Then, have a good day."
The images and voices projected in her mind disappeared, and Bertilla immediately turned off the magic circle in the room.
"Is it just a subconscious fantasy …?"
The female hierarch whispered to herself, and then a layer of cold expression appeared on her face.
What the Eternal Sleepers said might be true, and what she saw that night was probably just an illusion, but she still did not want to completely relax.
From now on, unless it was necessary, she decided not to use the 'mental projection' device again.
…
Oldenheim, the capital of Typhon, in a private lounge of the Imperial Craftsmen's Association, Daniel, wearing a black robe, woke up from his meditation and slightly blinked his eyes.
He had received a message from the low-level priest of the Church, and knew that Bertilla Augustus had successfully negotiated with Augustus. The negotiation between Augustus and the priest had been successfully completed.
That cautious and cunning priestess might not completely believe it, but she would at least believe most of it. At least, the effect that the master requested would definitely be achieved.
The rest time was almost over. Meditating for too long during the day might attract unnecessary prying.
Daniel glanced at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall not far away and then stood up.
The artificial nerve cord slightly wriggled behind him, and then very obediently stayed in a position where it would not cause any discomfort. The old mage felt that he was full of energy and was in a very good state.
The crazy noises and the stabbing pain had not appeared for a long time. Even if he did not look at the 'pleasure patterns' recently, the headaches and auditory hallucinations did not show any signs of recurrence.
"Thank you, master, for your kindness …"
Daniel muttered to himself in a low voice out of habit, and then left the lounge.
Along the way, the low-level mages bowed their heads and saluted him. The low-level craftsmen took the initiative to give way, and the scholars and assistants bowed to him.
However, Daniel rarely responded to these greetings. He only walked quickly through the corridor and finally came to a project laboratory that he was currently paying attention to.
In the spacious and bright laboratory, dozens of craftsmen, mages, and assistants in short robes were busy everywhere. Long tables piled up with scrolls, calculation tools, and writing materials were arranged around the room, and in the middle of the room, there was a wide experiment table with complicated mechanical and magic devices spread out. They seemed to be half-finished products.
This was a completely different environment from the traditional mage laboratory. It was more like an engineering and alchemy workshop than a place to study the mysteries of magic. In fact, even within the Imperial Association of Craftsmen, this was the only research facility like this.
In other laboratories, it was rare to see craftsmen of the lowest level participating in the research and development of magic devices. Although Emperor Rosetta had set up such a facility for intelligent people to work together, the strict hierarchy, the division of Extraordinaries, and the talent barrier were deeply rooted in everyone's heart. Only in the project led by Daniel himself, this gap was forcibly eliminated by the old mage's strength.
He was imitating the situation he saw in the Origin laboratory, imitating the 'magician' system.
"Master Daniel." A craftsman who was busy at the experiment table noticed the old mage's arrival and immediately got up to salute him. "You're here."
Daniel nodded and looked at the mechanical parts on the experiment table. "How's the progress?"
The craftsman looked nervous as he bowed and nodded repeatedly. "We're trying to find a way to achieve the rotation of the two rear wheels. We don't have a clue yet, but it should be soon, soon …"
Daniel looked at the craftsman in front of him who obviously had excellent mechanical talent but habitually bowed due to the influence of the environment. He frowned slightly but did not say anything.
He just glanced at the half-finished products on the experiment table and nodded slightly. "Don't be impatient. Caution is more important."
Then he swept his gaze around and saw several sketches nailed to the edge of a wooden frame on a shelf not far away.
These sketches depicted something that was still in the conceptual stage (at least in this place).
A vehicle that was driven by a repulsive mechanism and relied on mechanical devices to transmit power. It did not need to rely on animal traction to move forward.
When Daniel obeyed his master's order to come to Oldenheim and demonstrate the Weave to the ruler of the Empire, he also brought some other technology.
This included a simple engine that relied on repulsive runes to drive.
His master hoped to use this basic technology to speed up the 'industrial upheaval' in Typhon, and these basic technologies did indeed achieve the expected results. But as they entered the sights of Typhon's technicians, the subsequent development became inevitable.
The principle of the repulsive mechanism was not complicated. The simplest gears, levers, bearings, and the like were already available. When the craftsmen and mages of the Imperial Craftsmen's Association were enlightened by the magical 'repulsive mechanism', they naturally thought of using it in more fields.
Now, Typhon's own magical engines were already used in mining machines, spinning frames, and looms. Merchants and nobles were lying on the machines counting gold coins like flowing water, while the more far-sighted and intelligent people were thinking about the further development of the machine. A palace advisor realized that the operation of the factory would inevitably require more transportation. Under the advice of the advisor, Rosetta Augustus, Augustus Augustus. He ordered the Craftsmen's Association to develop a type of transportation that was powered by magical machines.
Daniel gladly accepted the task. As an 'extremely talented genius mage' in the field of arcanotech machinery, he set up the engineering laboratory.
Then he just happened to stop the project. This project had too many aspects that could be stopped. Differential, shifting, transmission, braking, heat dissipation, shock absorption … Daniel had seen the complete information of the arcanotech car in the Origin Laboratory, so he was confident that he could stop the project for three to five years without arousing any suspicion.
He was waiting for his master's next order, waiting for the order that would logically allow him to 'invent' or 'copy' the arcanotech car.
Was his master already preparing to meet with Rosetta? The meeting with Augustus meant that the next order should be coming soon.
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