Although winter was not over yet, there was still a cold wind blowing outside, but the sun was exceptionally bright these days.
On sunny days, Patty's favorite thing to do was to stay in a place where the sun could reach. She would listen to stories told by her maid or watch those interesting programs on the magic network when her body was relaxed.
There were many interesting things on the Magic Network. There were stories about distant places, knowledge that had never been heard of before, and new and interesting magical products. Recently, the smart people of Cecil City had even created something called a 'Magic Movie'.
It was a play performed on the magic network terminal, and more and more people were talking about it recently.
Patty had never been to the theatre — she had lost the opportunity to go out when she was just old enough to go with her parents — but she had been to the theatre. The best company in the neighbourhood had been invited by her mother to put on a classic burlesque in the castle, and Patty could not remember what it had been about.
She did not last until the end of the act and was sent to the doctor by the maid and the butler.
But from those fragmented childhood memories, she still felt that the play she had seen was definitely not as interesting as the 'magic play' on the magic network terminal.
The sun shone quietly into the room, outlining a warm and bright area in the room. Patty sat happily in her small wheelchair and looked at the magic network terminal not far away without blinking. In the holographic projection above the terminal, the immigrants, who had finally arrived safely at the southern port, were helping each other down the gangplank. The port personnel in sheriff's uniforms were maintaining order.
This was the third time she had seen this scene.
Her maid stood quietly next to her. The gentle lady looked at the scene in front of her with a smile. When the witch appeared on the screen, she heard the little lady's excited voice. "Miss Witch lives in Cecil City, doesn't she? Will she really welcome passengers at the port? "
"This is just a show, Miss Patty." The maid bent down slightly and said with a smile. "But Miss Witch does live in Cecil City."
"That's great." Patty could not help but sigh softly. "I also want to go to Cecil City."
"Maybe you'll have a chance when you're feeling better," the maid said gently.
"… I'd better not. Mom will be worried." Patty shook her head gently, then turned her attention back to the magic movie. "Is everyone watching this? Is there going to be a new series? "
"Yes, everyone is watching it. Madam has screened it for everyone in the castle three times. Everyone in the castle has watched it, and more and more people outside the castle are watching it. Many people have watched it more than once. As for whether there will be a new magic movie … I don't know, but there should be."
"That's great …" Patty sighed again. "Do you like to watch it too? Do you like Mr. Knight? "
The maid thought for a moment and nodded with a smile. "Mr. Knight? Of course, many people like him. I like him too. But my favorite is still that textile worker … "
"Why?"
"Because I have a sister who is a weaver," said the maid, "and she works in a factory."
The maid answered patiently, but the little girl still had a lot of questions. "Is the mechanical ship really so big? Can everyone live on the ship for a month or two? Is it really so cold outside the castle? Why didn't the lord at the beginning give the charcoal to the people who were about to freeze to death? He already had so much charcoal. Do people really catch mice when they are hungry? Do they still do it now? Why did Mr. Knight run away when he saw the sheriff after getting off the ship? He is obviously a good person. "
The maid looked at the girl in the wheelchair with a dumbfounded expression. She had answered some of these questions more than once.
But she still bent down again and patiently explained from the beginning.
…
In the long hall of Golan Castle, Countess Golan, who had high cheekbones and a tall figure and had regained some of her former beauty, stood in front of the steps to welcome Gwen and his entourage.
When Duke Gwen became His Majesty Gwen, this ordinary visit became extraordinary. Although His Majesty's new policy had been to streamline etiquette and reduce the cost of the ceremony, as a well-educated noble lady, Ropenny Golan still strived to be proper and meticulous within the scope of the system.
"My respects to you, Your Majesty." The countess lifted her skirt and bowed. The attendants and Knight in the castle lined up neatly on both sides of the long carpet like two neat rows of sculptures. "You have brought glory to this castle."
"Actually, you don't have to go through so much trouble. The last time I visited, the etiquette was much simpler." Gwen smiled and nodded in response. His tone was relaxed. "Just treat it as a visit from a friend."
"I'm honored, but the necessary etiquette is always necessary." Countess Luo Peini straightened up, and a sincere smile appeared on her face that was always tense. "I've arranged a room for your entourage to rest, and dinner is also prepared. Of course, it's completely in accordance with the regulations of the Government Hall."
"That's good. Thank you for your hard work." Gwen nodded. "Is Patty in the room?"
"Yes. She should be watching a magic movie at this time. Her maid is accompanying her," the countess replied. "Do you want to see her first? I'll send someone to — "
"No, she is not in good health. I'll go and see her," Gwen interrupted the countess and said with a smile. "She hasn't seen her 'Uncle Gwen' for a long time. I don't know if my visit today is a surprise for her."
"Of course. She has mentioned you more than once recently," the countess said with a smile. "She hopes that you can continue to tell her those stories."
Gwen was silent for less than a second before he said softly, "Is that so? That's great."
…
Mental Network, City of Dreams, Central Temple.
In the magnificent conference hall, the archbishops gathered around the round table with many mysterious symbols (decorative light effects). Pope Meghul III, who was in the form of amorphous starlight polymer, was suspended in the air in the middle of the hall. In the solemn atmosphere, a crucial meeting was in progress.
"… This is the entire process of this exploration." Archbishop Yuri's voice echoed in the hall. In front of him, the memory projections restored by the power of the mind were displaying several key images of the phantom town. "There is no need to elaborate on the various strange properties and psychological symbolism of the phantom town. I believe everyone has done a lot of research in these fields. This time, what we should mainly pay attention to is the situation of the 'Upper Narrator' clergy possessing 'divine spells.'
"At present, we can at least be sure that the 'divine spell' cast by the projection priest can take effect in the phantom town. It can actually attack the mind of the 'real people' like us. This is already a clear proof that the power of the upper narrator has sublimated and is close to the level of God.
"The 'God's Arrival' cast by the projection priest did not succeed. Although the most likely reason is that his' projection essence 'prevents him from casting such a high-level divine spell, or because of the isolation between the phantom town and Sandbox No. 1, we cannot rule out the possibility that the upper narrator in Sandbox No. 1 has not fully formed or something unexpected has happened …"
The starlight polymer above the hall was wriggling. Meghul III's voice came into the mind of everyone present. "Archbishop Yuri, Archbishop Magnum, you were almost contaminated by the upper narrator in the process of calibrating your mind. According to your own experience, do you think the upper narrator has spied on the situation outside the sandbox in the process of contamination? Did it extend part of its body into that small town? "
"… I don't think so, Your Holiness." Yuri thought for a moment and shook his head. "That kind of contamination is difficult to prevent, but it is still a projection in essence, and after the failure of the contamination, it did not show any 'initiative.' It should not have established a connection with the upper narrator in Sandbox No. 1."
"The phantom town has now completely disappeared," Archbishop Magnum said as he got up. "I have used the psionic storm to 'clean' it a few times. The follow-up monitoring has confirmed that the data area has been completely cleared. In theory, we don't have to worry about it anymore."
"The phantom town has disappeared, but Sandbox No. 1 is still there." A low and hoarse female voice sounded. A beautiful and mature woman in a black dress stood up and looked at the pope in the air. "Your Holiness, it seems that we have to take some risks. The danger level of the 'monster' bred in Sandbox No. 1 has exceeded the limit. There is no point in continuing to maintain the status quo of the sandbox. We … need to 'actively dispose' of Sandbox No. 1."
Archbishop Magnum glanced at the woman in the black dress. The woman's ears were sharper and longer than a human's, showing the characteristics of a mixed-blood elf — at least, her virtual image was so.
Magnum nodded slightly. "I agree with Archbishop Mi Yue. Entering the sandbox, facing and solving the problem, this is probably the only way. Your Holiness, archbishops, we should summon our psionic choir and Psionic Knight troops. "
Yuri frowned. He opened his mouth, and after a while, he said, "Our Psionic Knight numbers are limited, maybe —"
Before Yuri's voice trailed off, a loud alarm suddenly interrupted him. Then, a slightly nervous young woman's voice came into the hall. "This is the monitoring team. There is a big hole outside District 16, west of the City of Dreams!"
The archbishops who were attending the meeting were shocked. Then, they instantly disappeared from the hall. In a flash, the twenty-three archbishops came to the area above the big hole outside the City of Dreams.
At the border of the splendid, splendid City of Dreams, a shocking crack pierced through the peripheral barrier of the city, connecting a small part of the blocks to the vast wasteland outside of the city. An uncanny force was savaging the area of the crack, tearing and squeezing the blocks and the wasteland that were involved into an enormous swirl where light and shadow were disordered. The splendid domes of the palaces, the lofty towers, and the flat streets were all involved in the terrifying swirl, swirling crazily inside the Big Hole!
Floating above the 'giant hole', the archbishops stared at the swirling pieces of light and shadow. Everybody had an awful look on their face.
They could see a large number of panicked and confused believers gathered outside the torn streets, and in the huge vortex, there were probably believers who were also sucked into it …
This was no longer a problem that could be solved by one or two memory erasures and region resets.
Archbishop Magnum's short red hair stood on end. He looked at Yuri and said in an unusually solemn voice, "Archbishop Yuri, we must immediately assemble our troops —"
"As you said," Yuri took a deep breath and said, "we must assemble our troops."
Selena Geer floated quietly in the bishops' group. Suddenly, she tilted her head slightly and muttered with a strange expression, "Assemble the troops …"
…
"At that time, we assembled our troops. As long as we gave the order, everyone would come." Gwen sat next to Patty's wheelchair with a gentle smile on his face as he slowly recounted the story in his memory. "At that time, it was not like now. We did not have enough food. Every time the army assembled, no matter how the lords emptied their pockets, they could only gather enough food for one or two months. So, many Knight, Knight's squires, and apprentices brought their own dry food. There was no profit to be gained in the war against the Mutants. Everyone was willing to contribute. "
Patty's eyes widened. "Like what Dad once told me, 'go to war with honor'?"
"Yes, the term 'go to war with honor' came from that time. It meant that everyone went to the battlefield not for plunder, but for the honor in their hearts. But later, this concept was destroyed by the corrupted nobles and became a term used to glorify plunder."
Patty thought for a moment and nodded. "… I think I understand."
Gwen quietly looked at the girl in the wheelchair and said slowly, "Is that so … That's good."
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