Gwen was a little stunned for a moment. What Veronica said was completely out of his expectation.
"The breath of a god …" A few seconds later, he rubbed his chin and broke the silence. "What kind of breath is it? Is she a chosen one of the gods? Or does she carry a high-level holy object? There are many explanations for the breath of a god. "
"The breath is very weak, and there seems to be a mutation. I'm not sure if it's pollution or 'divine grace,' but she shouldn't be a chosen one of the gods," Veronica said seriously. "First of all, there is no information that Mathilda Augustus is a devout believer of a god. According to the official information released by Typhon, only Prince Hadilon of the Augustus Family has been baptized by the God of War. Second, if she is a chosen one of the gods, there will be an uncontrollable flow of holy breath in her body, and her temperament will change. Since the gods are much more powerful than humans, this change can't be covered up or reversed. "
"Flow of holy breath …" Gwen suddenly thought of something else. He couldn't help but look at Veronica. "Is it like the holy breath in your body?"
"… Yes." Veronica nodded. "My affinity with the holy light is a manifestation of this uncontrollable holy breath. Strictly speaking, I am indeed a chosen one of the God of Holy Light."
Gwen looked at Veronica, who was surrounded by a faint holy light, and thought of her true identity as a disobedient. He felt an indescribable sense of absurdity. "… A person who disobeys the gods is a true chosen one of the God of Holy Light. I can only say that Gondor's technology is the best in the world."
"The gods can't directly intervene in the world. Their response and feedback to the world have their own rules to follow." Veronica smiled gently. "As long as I follow these rules and find the loopholes, I can become a chosen one of any god — except the Goddess of Magic. She doesn't respond to any prayers beyond what is necessary, and she doesn't choose any messenger in the world."
Gwen's mouth twitched.
She can become a chosen one of any god by finding a loophole, and she won't be killed by the various gods. Is she really the champion of the Cross-Realm Jump Competition? His rank was probably even higher than Daniel's …
However, even though Veronica made it sound easy, Gwen knew that her operation of "exploiting loopholes" could not be replicated. It sounded easy to follow the laws of the gods and find the loopholes in them, but in fact, it required the operator to be in full control of their own mind. They had to be in full compliance with the standards of a fanatic from their words, actions, and consciousness to not be discovered by the gods. At the same time, they had to maintain the freedom of mind of a disobedient and create a "true controlling personality" deep in their hearts. This was not something that a normal human could achieve.
Only Veronica/Ophelia, who had already completed her soul transformation and was technically no longer a human, was capable of causing trouble right under the God of Holy Light's nose.
Gwen shook his head and gathered his slightly scattered thoughts. He frowned and said, "If it's just the aura of a god, it doesn't mean anything. She might just be carrying a high-level holy relic. As the princess of the Typhon Empire, it's not strange for her to have something of this level with her."
Veronica shook her head and said, "There are many holy relics under the name of the various churches, but most of them are relics left behind by mortal priests who have made great achievements in history after performing miracles and noble sacrifices. Although these relics have great power, they are still 'ordinary' in nature. There are very few 'holy relics' that truly carry the aura of a god. Basically, they are items like the Eternal Slate fragments that cannot be replicated or forged. Under normal circumstances, they would not leave the headquarters of the churches, and they would not be given to someone who is not even a devout believer to carry them around — even if she is the princess of the empire."
Gwen bent his finger and touched his chin. "Can you determine which god's aura it is?"
"I can't. I can only judge from the indescribable aura that has a tendency to corrupt knowledge that it comes from a god, but I can't be sure who it is. "
"Is it harmful?" Gwen asked again.
"It's just the aura. It doesn't have any intrinsic power, so it won't pollute or spread." Veronica shook her head slightly. "But whether Matilda herself is' harmful 'or not … I don't know. After all, Typhon has a completely different church from Ansu, and the Augustus family is still very mysterious to us. "
Gwen thought quietly for a moment. After a while, he sighed softly and leaned back on the chair. "Think on the bright side. Maybe she's just a carrier.
"Since you can sense this aura, then I'll have to trouble you to pay more attention to the princess of Typhon. But if she doesn't show any abnormalities, then don't take any action.
"They are guests from afar. We have to treat them well."
Veronica lowered her head slightly and said, "I understand."
…
Before the official meeting began, the emissaries from Typhon were first given a good rest and were invited to visit the highest building in the administrative district and the mage area adjacent to the government office.
This city, known as the 'City of Magic', left a deep impression on the guests who visited here.
Clean, new, beautiful and livable, this was a new city that was completely different from the old feudal the Captical city. And Matilda, who visited this city for the first time, could not help but compare it to Oldenheim, the capital of Typhon.
The sun gradually set in the west, and half of the giant sun had already sunk below the horizon. The glorious radiance slanted over the entire city. The Dark Mountain Range in the distance was suffused with golden light, creeping in the background of the city in a jagged shape. This scene that could almost be described as magnificent surged violently into the huge picture frame outlined by the floor-to-ceiling window frame. Mathilda stood in front of the huge picture frame and silently watched the foreign city gradually immerse into the sunset. She did not speak for a long time.
Count Dulles stood behind her and also looked at the beautiful scenery. He could not help but sigh. "I used to think that Oldenheim was the only city that could be described as magnificent. But now it seems that there is more than one such place in the world."
"In terms of planning, the layout of Oldenheim 200 years ago has fallen behind this era. The requirements of the magic industry for transportation, sewage, and other aspects are urging us to transform the capital of the empire," Matilda broke the silence and said in a low voice. "Whether you want to admit it or not, the planning method of Cecil City will play a great role in our reference. After all, this is the origin of magic technology."
Count Dulles' tone had a hint of helplessness. "Oldenheim used to be the most advanced city in terms of planning."
"Nothing is forever advanced. Our ancestors 200 years ago could not imagine that a factory 200 years later would need so many raw materials, and they could not imagine that a road would need so many vehicles," Matilda's tone was still flat. "Once, we looked at Ansu as a decaying giant, but now, we have to try our best to avoid this decaying giant from becoming us."
It was only a half-day visit, but it had already caused a great impact on the diplomatic group.
The people of Typhon were proud. This pride came from their martial spirit, and also from their national strength as the strongest among the human countries. But pride did not mean blindness. Those who were sent as messengers were not stupid. As early as the moment they left the country, everyone led by Matilda had widened their eyes. But now, they saw something that made everyone faintly uneasy.
At least judging from the surface, Cecil City was more prosperous and advanced than Oldenheim City.
"Andesha's judgment and worries are correct. This country is rising rapidly." Matilda's eyes looked through the floor-to-ceiling window and fell on the bustling city opposite the Autumn Palace. Her extraordinary vision allowed her to see many details on the streets. She could see the satisfied residents, the brand-new signboards, and the prosperous commercial streets. "Also, Count Dulles, have you noticed something?"
"What do you mean?"
"This city doesn't seem to have any slums."
"Indeed. At least from the streets we have passed and the information we have gathered, this city doesn't seem to have any slums." Count Dulles thought for a moment and nodded. "It's really puzzling. Where do those poor people live? Do they need to live outside the city? This can explain why this city can maintain such a level of cleanliness, and why we saw so many rich and energetic citizens along the way. "
Matilda glanced at Count Dulles and shook her head slightly, but in the end, she did not say anything.
After a few seconds of silence, she said casually, "Tomorrow, before the first meeting, we will have a chance to visit their Imperial College. It is very important and one of the main purposes of our visit here.
"It is said that their academy is even more thorough in 'breaking the rules' than ours. All the civilians and the nobles go to the same academy. They even live together. We need to confirm it with our own eyes and figure out how they plan and manage their academy.
"Apart from that, we will do our part as' guests'."
Count Dulles nodded slightly and then left the room with the large floor-to-ceiling window.
In the setting sun, Matilda turned around and left the window. She went to the bar on one side of the room and prepared a glass of light wine for herself. Then, she put the crystal glass in front of her eyes and looked at the almost solidified light of dusk that sprinkled into the room from the window through the swaying wine.
In the next second, the light of dusk was really solidified near the window and quickly covered everything in her sight like some kind of paint that was gradually spreading.
Wherever the light of dusk shrouded, things seemed to have experienced the baptism of time for hundreds of years. The gorgeous tapestries lost their color, the exquisite wooden furniture quickly mottled and cracked, and the furnishings in the room disappeared one after another, weathering away. Even the layout of the room quickly changed into a different appearance!
In front of Matilda's eyes, the previously bright and brand-new room quickly turned into the corridors of an ancient, silent palace. Suspicious and malicious whispers came from all directions, as if countless invisible guests had gathered in the 'palace' and were approaching Matilda maliciously step by step.
On the wall closest to her, a deep black gate suddenly appeared. Knocks echoed behind the gate, and indescribable, hoarse murmurs echoed behind the gate, mixed with creepy chewing and swallowing sounds, as if a man-eating ferocious beast was crouching outside the door but pretending to be a human being and knocking on the door patiently.
Matilda looked at the abnormal scene before her calmly. She took out a delicate metal tube from her pocket, unscrewed the cap, and poured the drugs inside into her mouth.
As the pungent and bitter drug flowed down her throat, the whispers coming from all directions gradually weakened, and the abnormal scene before her eyes quickly returned to normal. Matilda was still standing in the room of the Autumn Palace, but her face was slightly paler than before.
She reached out and picked up the wine cup she had just put down from the bar. Her hand trembled slightly, but she still picked up the cup and drank it all in one gulp.
The illusory smell of blood spread in her mouth, but it quickly retreated. Matilda closed her eyes slightly, and after several deep breaths, she opened her eyes. Her pair of eyes once again became calm, without ripples, and as deep as water.
Along with crazy growth, one would have to fight against madness for their entire life. After reaching adulthood, one would gradually slip into the nightmare that every family member had to face. Sooner or later, one would be devoured by it.
This was the fate of every Augustus.
The corner of Matilda's mouth curled up slightly, as if she was mocking herself, but she quickly restrained this emotion that should not be revealed. She turned around and walked to the study table not far away.
On the study table, there was a book quietly spread open. It was not some mysterious magic book or important national information, but a book that she bought when she visited the Mage District. It was a book that all citizens of the Cecil Empire could read freely.
"Advanced Mathematics"
The content of the book was very strange, and it seemed that she could not understand it in a short time. However, it was said that the students of the Cecil Empire were all addicted to it, and even held a book in their hands while eating or walking. This meant that the things recorded in this book must be very important.
After successfully resisting the invasion of the nightmare and madness, Matilda felt that she needed to read something else to adjust her mood.
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