In the highest government office of the Cecil Empire, Gwen sat quietly on a high-back chair. Under the bright morning sun, he quietly thought about the new information from Daniel.
After the last exploration of the phantom town, the upper echelons of the Eternal Sleep Congregation became more nervous about the possible changes in sandbox No. 1. Not only did they convene a new archbishop meeting, but they also carried out a series of reinforcement and "disinfection" of the network. According to Daniel's judgment, the congregation should be working harder in the real world to control the changes in sandbox No. 1.
The phantom town had been listed as a key surveillance target. Because it might contain key information about sandbox No. 1, the Eternal Sleepers did not reset it. Instead, they used technical means to isolate it and prepare for further exploration.
The investigation of the Church of the Upper Narrators had begun. It seemed that there were traces of the budding faith in the past sandbox surveillance records, but the traces were very few. Basically, it was confirmed that sandbox No. 1 collapsed first, and then the Church of the Upper Narrators officially took shape. This gave Gwen some new speculations about the formation of the "suspected god."
So far, it was not found that the "suspected god" in sandbox No. 1 had the ability to extend his power outside the sandbox, so it was impossible to determine whether a "god in the dream" was a real god. But Daniel vaguely sensed something from the attitude of Pope Meghul III of the Eternal Sleep: the pope was highly vigilant of the "suspected god" in sandbox No. 1 as if it was a real god.
Gwen bent his finger and gently tapped the edge of the table. His thoughts were slightly scattered.
The Pope of the Eternal Sleep was Meghul III … the pope of the Church of the Dream 700 years ago, the pope who put on the magic version of the "spacesuit" and set off to the divine kingdom was also called Meghul III.
There was a high probability that the two were the same person. It seemed that … the pope had also lived for 700 years.
And according to the information provided by Bertilla, Franken, the grand patriarch of the All Things Will Die, was also the grand patriarch of the School of the Holy Spirit 700 years ago.
The leaders of the three major dark cults had lived for 700 years? The pope of the Children of Storms was also the pope who had faced God 700 years ago?
If so … then they would truly be a group of "old friends".
Apart from this information, the Eternal Sleeper didn't seem to have any ideas on how to solve the crisis of Sandbox No. 1.
Gathering his scattered thoughts, Gwen stopped tapping the edge of the table. He looked up and saw Amber standing absent-mindedly next to him.
But soon, the lazy goose noticed Gwen's gaze and turned its head. "Hey, what did Daniel say? Did the Eternal Sleeper come up with a solution? "
Gwen shook his head. "Apart from maintaining the status quo, they have no other way. Perhaps only after the second exploration of Phantom Town can the technicians of the Eternal Sleeper come up with a more active 'repair plan' based on the specific situation of Sandbox No. 1."
Amber immediately grimaced. "Tsk … Cultists are really good at self-destructing … The crises they create are more and more terrible!"
"But fortunately, this is not a crisis that will erupt soon." Gwen was quite calm. "As long as they can maintain the status quo, the situation is not too bad."
The 'suspected god' created by the Eternal Sleeper in Sandbox No. 1 was indeed a terrible hidden danger. In terms of destructive power, its upper limit was no less than the false god's body, perhaps even more. But on the other hand, the Eternal Sleeper was aware of the crisis before it took shape and rushed out of the 'laboratory' and 'froze' the situation in time. This was much luckier than the false god's body incident of the All End Society.
So, according to Gwen's judgment, this was a dangerous but not urgent matter. He still had some time to prepare.
Of course, due to the fact that time was still passing in Sandbox No. 1, the matter would become urgent sooner or later. However, before that, Gawain still had to live. Of course, Gawain wouldn't let himself fall into a state of panic.
Amber, on the other hand, did not understand Gwen's relaxed attitude. Because of her nature, she had been nervous for a few days after knowing that there was an 'evil god' that was similar to a false god's body slowly growing. At this time, she could not help but say, "Aren't you worried at all? That could give birth to a new god! "
Gwen glanced at the half-elf and said leisurely, "Our world still lacks a god?"
Amber was a little stunned. She saw Gwen slowly got to his feet, walked to the window, and said slowly, "The God of Holy Light, the God of War, the God of Blood, the Three Gods of Fertility, the Goddess of Magic … In our world, there are many gods. The Upper Narrator? Even if the Eternal Sleeper really lost control of Sandbox No. 1, perhaps … there would only be a modified version of the Church of the Dream in this world — it would be a renaissance.
"If my speculation about the birth of a god is correct, the 'Upper Narrator' in Sandbox No. 1 should be different from the false god's body. There is a high probability that he is rational."
Amber could not help but frown. "Could it be that … you have given up on solving this crisis and are ready to sit and watch the 'Upper Narrator' take shape?"
"Of course not. As long as there is a chance, I still have to find a way to stop him from coming." Gwen shook his head. "I just want you to relax. You have been too nervous these two days."
Amber scratched her head and muttered, "I'm not as relaxed as you. You're the one who got up from the grave …"
Gawain smiled and didn't pay attention to what Hu Po was mumbling. He just looked at the street outside through the glass window.
The vision of a Transcendent allowed him to see the scene on the street in the distance. He could see large posters promoting the magic movie on the wall, hanging on the street lamps, and holographic projections showing the magic movie clips floating in the streets.
"Firm's magic movie is about to be released. With the participation of illusion magic and all kinds of auxiliary spells, their production cycle is much shorter than I thought," Gwen suddenly said. "Why don't we watch this' new drama 'and relax?"
Even Amber, who was more open-minded, could not keep up with Gwen's jumping thoughts. She could not help but widen her eyes. "You were talking about the birth of a god a second ago, and the next second you want to watch a drama? Are you kidding me? "
"Of course not. I just suddenly thought of a very interesting thing …" Gwen smiled and looked away from the window. "If a large number of people's thoughts on the same 'frequency' for a long time lead to the birth of a god, then … what effect do you think the magic movie, which can quickly change the emotions of people, will have on a god?"
Amber reacted for a moment and slowly widened her eyes.
Gawain maintained his smile. His previously hazy train of thought seemed to have cleared up a little.
Something like a magic movie … if done properly, it could be used not only for internal promotion, but also for external distribution.
Perhaps, it could even be used to "poison" the gods.
Of course, this was just a whimsical idea at the moment. Whether this idea was feasible or not still depended on the progress of the Eternal Sleeper's exploration. It also depended on how much knowledge about the birth of gods and the nature of gods that Sandbox No. 1, which had been mutated out of control, could provide.
…
The propaganda about the new drama was spreading rapidly throughout Cecil City and several surrounding towns.
This was another new thing born in the 'Age of Magic'. But compared with the endless machines, this new thing was much more abstract.
It was said that it was a drama 'produced' with magic technology. Some people said that its form had already broken away from the concept of 'drama.'
People were, of course, no stranger to 'drama.' Whether it was the former upper nobles or the former lower commoners, at least they knew what drama was. And because they knew this, it was difficult for them to imagine that a long-established stage performance could have any 'magic' component. Could it be a mechanically controlled stage? Or the performers were all magic puppets controlled by magic?
For most people, this was something they could not imagine.
On the other hand, the clips that were broadcasted in the Magic Net were even more puzzling. Because from the images alone, it still looked like a play performed by a human.
Although the plot of those clips seemed to be somewhat different from the previous dramas, a 'play' was still a 'play.'
Confusion brought with it extra curiosity and attention.
Within a few days of the propaganda cycle, the citizens of Cecil City and the surrounding towns had begun to discuss the mysterious' magic drama 'on various occasions. And today, the new drama called' magic drama 'had finally arrived.
The screening venues of the magic drama were two large buildings in Cecil City (originally warehouses, temporarily converted into theatres), as well as several theatres in the surrounding towns of Tanson, Kant, and Quarryton.
In fact, according to Gwen's initial idea, the best way to promote the magic drama was naturally through the 'open-air screening', which had the lowest cost and the widest audience. Anyway, a number of public magic network terminals had been set up in the important cities and villages in the Southern Region, and the squares everywhere could become the screening venues of the magic drama. This would allow as many people as possible to be exposed to this new thing as soon as possible. But in the end, this idea was not realized.
The reason was simple: Amber, who was in charge of surveying the open-air screening venue, came back with a runny nose and reminded Gwen that it was XXX (Cecil's foul language) winter.
Therefore, the plan for the first magic drama to be screened indoors was finalized.
In the southwest of Cecil City, Duchess Victoria Velde, who had changed into relatively low-key clothes and was walking on the street with a few attendants, was listening to the report of an attendant.
"My Lady, Marquis Fendier has not returned. The servant who stayed behind said that the marquis has been very busy recently and is usually not in his residence during the day."
Count Bahrain, who was walking beside Victoria, could not help but smile. "It seems that Marquis Fendier is very diligent, Your Highness Victoria. You don't have to worry about him neglecting his studies in this bustling city. Your 'surprise attack' today seems to have failed."
According to convention, a 'duke' could be addressed as' Your Highness', but it was not mandatory. Count Bahrain was a person who valued aristocratic etiquette, so in this relatively public occasion, he was used to addressing Duchess Victoria Velde as' Your Highness'.
Hearing Count Bahrain's words, Victoria just maintained a cold expression and said casually, "I'm just here to check out the situation. It's not a surprise attack."
"Of course, of course." Count Bahrain nodded. Then, he curiously looked at the pedestrians coming and going on the roadside. "By the way, people here seem to be talking about something similar … They frequently mention something called 'Magic Movie Drama.' Who can go and find out?"
An attendant who had changed into a local costume volunteered. After getting permission, he ran to the side of the road and asked the passersby about the magic drama.
The attendant quickly ran back and reported the information he had gathered. "My Lady, it seems to be a new kind of drama. Because it's going to be shown for the first time today, many people are talking about it."
"Drama?" Victoria frowned slightly when she heard this. Her eyes and tone were rather indifferent. "What's there to talk about in a play?"
As a noble who did not have any personal interests other than governing the territory and studying the mysteries of magic, Victoria was not very keen on drama. After knowing that the passersby were eagerly discussing some boring stage stories, she lost interest.
Next, she was going to return to the Autumn Palace to relieve the fatigue of the long journey. She did not have much time to waste for the meeting with His Majesty Gwen tomorrow.
But the attendant who asked for information said, "It is said that the drama is made with magic technology …"
Victoria narrowed her eyes slightly.
If it was related to magic technology … then she was a little interested.
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