To be fair, at this moment, Gwen really felt that he could not keep up with Amber's train of thought. As a time-traveler who always occupied the commanding heights of thinking, this kind of situation was really rare.
But after a moment of astonishment, he realized that Amber was really a little conflicted now. Her behavior of talking big was just a habit, or perhaps she was hiding her true thoughts. But after all, such a big thing had happened, even a person with nerves that were close to necrosis of nerve endings would have something on her mind.
"Actually … I don't really care about the identity of the so-called Androids …" After a few seconds of silence, Amber finally could not help but say, "Since I was a child, I've always been a 'mixed-blood' whose lineage is a mystery. I've lived in slums, fought with people in dark alleys, slept in stables, and slept in graveyards. In fact, I always knew that Pitman was probably being hunted by those cultists. He was probably a defector like my adoptive father … Being with them, there's no stable life.
"People who fight for a living in the dark alleys don't have the spare time to think about the so-called bloodline and origin, you know? Those who have it the hardest don't even think about whether they are human, because just thinking about tomorrow's food is already exhausting. Some people even envy Knight's dog from the bottom of their hearts. This is not an exaggeration at all.
"Of course, I'm better off than those who have it the hardest, but I'm well aware of that kind of living situation, and I've been greatly affected by it.
"I don't care whether I'm an Android or not. Although it does scare me a little, I really don't care. I'm a person with a blank background. The word 'Android' is better than a blank background … Like you said, it doesn't affect me from living like a normal person. "
Gwen looked down at Amber and said, "What you care about is how to face Veronica?"
"She once ordered me to be destroyed, but she didn't succeed," Amber responded to Gwen's question indirectly. "And when she talked about the Shadow Project and the Android embryo, she was so calm as if she was talking about a stone. Although I also know that she didn't have the slightest malice … "
"Does my attitude make you uncomfortable?"
"A little, but more than that, I'm worried. Many of the Defiant's plans seem too paranoid and dangerous to me, especially after I've become a part of their plan. This feeling is even more obvious. In order to continue the human race, they don't mind putting some people on the scale as a bargaining chip in exchange for results. Although they seem to have their own bottom line, the biggest problem is that you can't be sure if you're on the scale when you cooperate with them … "
Gwen looked at Amber with some surprise. He didn't expect this guy to be so conflicted about such a serious matter.
After about half a minute of thinking, he said, "The believers of the God of Commerce often say that everything in the world is on the scale of the gods.
"I don't believe in the God of Commerce, but I think this sentence is half true. All of us inevitably stand on a scale from birth, but the one holding the scale is not necessarily God. It may be an ordinary person who is stronger than you, it may be the law of the country, it may be the law of nature, or it may even be the so-called illusory fate. Only one thing is certain: as a member of all beings, as long as you are born in this world, your value must be measured by something.
"As a bargaining chip, we can't expect the mercy of the scale, so you either have the ability to create a new scale yourself, or keep yourself valuable enough to avoid falling off the scale.
"It's normal for you to have doubts about the Defiant. I have doubts too, but at a certain stage and under certain conditions, the value of the Defiant is enough for us to take a certain risk. Do you remember what I told you about the classification of friends and enemies? A Defiant like Veronica is a friend we can win over at a certain stage and under certain conditions. If there's a scale, then this is also the result of the scale. "
At this point, Gwen looked deeply at Amber. "Of course, there's a prerequisite for Veronica, that is, the 'Shadow Project' is a thing of the past. She won't pester you on this issue, so we can continue to work with her."
The terrace was quiet for a moment. It was not until a minute later that Gwen heard Amber suddenly let out a long sigh. "You're right, old dumpling …"
Then she looked up and handed the greasy drumstick in her hand to Gwen. "Here's a drumstick for you."
For a moment, Gwen did not follow Amber's train of thought. When he came back to his senses, he glared at her. "How dare you say that? What are you laughing at? Now you're an old dumpling too!"
"… Oh my, according to the definition, yes." Amber thought for a moment. Suddenly, her eyes widened. Then she began to think. "Wait a minute. If you want to put it this way, my adoptive father dug me out, then I dug you out, and you dug out Kamel and Nikolaus … Is this some kind of ancestral craft?"
What kind of ancestral craft is this? Is this how you use the term ancestral craft here?
But Gwen was really shocked by Amber's thought. He realized that this "chain of fate" was actually connected by digging graves. The so-called shovel that dug the graves of our ancestors connected me and you. Where did this devil's heritage come from?!
He shook his head hard to get rid of the shocking chain of fate. Then he noticed that Amber was still holding the drumstick in her hand. Who would still have the appetite after eating half of the drumstick?
"You keep it for yourself." He rejected Amber's kindness a little awkwardly. Then he looked in the direction of the light in the castle.
"Yeah, it's almost time." Amber took back the drumstick, wiped her mouth and stood up. She followed Gwen's line of sight. "… This boring and long banquet should be over."
"The pen and paper are ready." Gwen nodded. "After tonight, the land and the feudal order will be completely over."
…
The long banquet was finally over. For most of the nobles who attended the banquet, it was a party that was neither relaxing nor enjoyable. After the ritualistic process, the atmosphere that was difficult to adapt to, and various factors of anxiety, they finally ushered in the ultimate goal of the day.
They had to sign the "Declaration of Imperial Reform" which fully accepted the restructuring, surrendered their privileges, and handed over their land.
Gwen returned to the castle. In the Golden Oak Hall, the nobles who had moved here would complete the signing ceremony under the witness of him and the three Great Governors.
Count Bahrain held a light dip pen. The light pen seemed to weigh a thousand kilograms. He glanced at the steel-like words on the declaration document and sighed in his heart.
Next to him, Cromwell? Count Baishan had already picked up the pen. As the tip of the pen moved, the Knight Lord with dwarven blood solemnly wrote his name.
"Sign it. This is the fate of the nobles." Cromwell turned his head and whispered to Count Bahrain. "The nobles of the Southern Territory have signed it. They haven't met any doomsday yet."
Count Bahrain looked up and saw familiar faces. Some had already bowed their heads to sign, some were still frowning in contemplation. Among these people, some exuded a strong smell of alcohol.
The drowsiness brought about by alcohol was an effective help to make up their minds. Beside these people stood palace attendants in red coats to ensure that the names they signed were clearly distinguishable.
Count Bahrain had always been keen on banquets and wine, but tonight, he didn't touch a single drop of wine.
Those glorious and decadent times had passed.
He raised the pen, the tip of the pen fell on the paper, and wrote a line of neat and sharp words.
…
Typhon Empire, Obsidian Palace, Rosetta?? Augustus was sitting behind a large desk, reading the document in his hand attentively.
The magic network unit operated silently in the mezzanine between the roof and the wall. The constant magic lit up the magic crystal lamps everywhere in the study, making the room brightly lit. Melodious music came from the nearby magic device, with a refreshing melody. Emperor Rosetta put down the document in his hand amidst the music and whispered to himself, "… The Cecil Empire …"
The document in his hand was an urgent message from the intelligence department. Although there was a Griffin Knight relay and communication tower transmission within the empire, due to the border isolation and the chaotic situation in the eastern part of the Ansu, this information had been delayed for half a month before reaching the Typhon Empire, and the timeliness had been greatly reduced. The intelligence mentioned that the news of the establishment of an empire had just spread in the Ansu, but according to Rosetta's calculation, by this time today, the "Ansu" was probably completely over.
Even if it was that Gwen?? Cecil had yet to be officially crowned, so he should have completed his control over the Sunil Empire and completed the unification and suppression of the Old Kingdom's nobles.
The violent turmoil in that ancient land was beyond the expectations of this Typhon ruler, and it also made his judgment of the situation a little hesitant.
The end of the Ansu's royal authority seemed to be good news in itself. The most chaotic and weak state of a country was the fall of the ruler. If there were no other variables, the impact of the civil war and the Crystal Cluster Disaster to destroy the ruling group of the Ansu in one go was definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Typhon. However, the problem lay with this' variable '. The royal authority of the Ansu did not collapse but ended smoothly after the Sunil Empire was rescued, and it ended smoothly in Gwen?? The transition was smooth under the leadership of Cecil.
This meant that the chaos that the country was going to face had been minimized, and both the person who handed over the authority and the person who inherited it had made all the preparations. Gwen?? Cecil was not a stupid person. He would never do something so big without making preparations.
As the ruler of the Typhon Empire, as the person who implemented the new policies for the past twenty years, Rosetta?? Augustus naturally knew what the word 'Empire' meant. Not mentioning the conditions required to declare an Empire, just from the way it operated, the biggest difference between an Empire and a Kingdom was a higher concentration of power, a higher efficiency of operation and execution, a more stable order, and a higher ability to accept and utilize new things. All of this meant one thing — that ancient and decaying country was about to break free from the quagmire.
So far, all the intelligence from Ansu had revealed something that made Rosetta Augustus very nervous. Augustus was very uneasy. That country did not suffer enough serious damage in the previous civil war and the Crystal Cluster War. On the contrary, the rising power of the southern border was far beyond Typhon's estimation. This force had controlled the situation before the disaster on the Plains of the Holy Spirit expanded and preserved Ansu's vitality.
Perhaps it was because of this that Gwen?? Cecil dared to reorganize the country after a war … But this could also be a bluff …
Rosetta?? Augustus leaned back in the spacious chair, quickly integrating all the recent news in his mind. But suddenly, he frowned slightly and turned his gaze to the window not far away.
Two identical nightingales were standing outside the window, using their beaks to knock on the crystal glass of the window.
Noticing Rosetta's gaze, the two nightingales raised their heads and looked at the ruler of Typhon quietly.
After a long time, Rosetta showed a smile that lacked warmth and said casually, "As people who have been utterly defeated, you have outstanding courage."
"Accidents are inevitable in experiments." One of the nightingales spread its wings, and its clear voice penetrated the window and entered the study.
"Failure is inevitable in projects." The other nightingale also spoke.
"You have a novel concept of accidents and failure," Rosetta said coldly. "But unfortunately, I am no longer interested in your novel ideas."
As he said, he raised his hand and was ready to summon the royal mages to capture tonight's uninvited guests. But before that, the two nightingales spoke at the same time. "Then, are you interested in hearing about the history of the Kingdom of Gondor?"
Rosetta frowned and waved his hand, and the window immediately opened a wide enough gap.
The two nightingales flew into the room one after another, and as their wings fluttered, a pale green light shone out of thin air, condensing into the figures of the elven twins.
Rosetta??? Augustus looked at the two identical elves coldly. "What do you want to say?"
"Have you heard of the Disobedience Plan?"
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