After disconnecting from the mental network, Gwen felt a little regretful.
Although he had secretly stayed in the conference hall to listen in on what the Eternal Sleepers were going to discuss, things did not go as he wished.
The Eternal Sleepers announced that the conference was over and then logged off one by one.
But on second thought, he could only express his understanding. For such an important matter, anyone would need to calm down and think carefully before making a decision, not to mention that he, an "alien wanderer", had just scared everyone in the conference hall. Even if the Eternal Sleepers had strong mental fortitude, it was inevitable that they would be traumatized if they continued to discuss in the same conference hall. It was normal for them to temporarily end the meeting to calm down, adjust their state of mind, and check the security of the venue (although the last one might not be effective).
And Gwen suspected that the Psionic Storm cast by Archbishop Magnum had a big impact. At least one-third of the Archbishops would need to recuperate. At least Archbishop Yuri would need to recuperate. After all, he did not seem to be in a good state of mind during the second half of the conference.
The temporary dizziness soon faded away. Gwen exhaled a mouthful of turbid air. The familiar ceiling and room furnishings became clear in his sight.
It was already late at night.
A layer of quiet night shrouded the room, and some starlight spilled into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows. Not far away, the brass decorative lampstands, the desk, and the wooden panels on the wall were bathed in the starlight, looking hazy in the dim light. Everything was quiet and peaceful.
Only the faint sound of breathing came from a corner of the room.
The power of the shadow gathered in that corner, as if it had swallowed the starlight and condensed into a static darkness. Gwen glanced in that direction and could only vaguely see Amber, who was half lying and half leaning on the reclining chair under the protection of the shadow power, sleeping very soundly.
"She's called the Chosen God of the Night …" Gawain couldn't help but mutter softly, "Sometimes, I really wonder if her title as the Chosen God is real … But which part of her temperament is' divine '?"
He muttered softly, but it woke Hu Po up with a start. The darkness in the dark corner dissipated in an instant, and a petite figure appeared on the empty chair. A pair of amber eyes looked over in the darkness. "Hey! You're awake? I thought you were going to sleep the whole night! "
"It ended earlier than I thought." Gwen nodded. "What time is it now? Forget it. You won't know even if I ask you. You slept better than me."
"It's just past midnight. I'm very sensitive to time," Amber said casually as she got up and turned on the magic crystal lamp. A bright but not dazzling light emitted from a few small lamps on the wall, quickly dispelling the darkness in the room and breaking the silence of the stars. "How's the situation over there?"
Gwen thought for a moment and shook his head with a subtle smile. "… A lot of things happened. I'm afraid I'll have to tell you slowly."
Amber waved her hand and walked towards the door. "Then take your time. I'll ask the night guard to get some food from the kitchen. You haven't had dinner yet. Speaking of which, I'm hungry too … Phew, I slept for half a day in one breath, so tired … "
Gwen: "…"
The night guard quickly brought in a light supper. Gwen told Amber about his experience in the mental network.
Of course, he deliberately downplayed a few of his more "naughty" actions. It wasn't because he was worried that these actions would affect his image in front of Hu Po. After all, there weren't many people who had a normal image in Hu Po's mind. It was mainly because he understood Hu Po very well. The moment he mentioned those actions, Hu Po's attention would immediately be drawn over. Then, for the next half an hour, it would be very difficult for him to bring the conversation back on track …
After listening to Gwen's story, Amber was stunned for a few seconds.
"Those Eternal Sleepers … they really made a big deal out of this …" The half-elf lady's eyes widened. "They actually let that thing out of Sandbox No. 1? This is really … "
As she spoke, she could not help but sigh. "If you had intervened earlier, maybe the situation wouldn't be so bad. After all, you always come up with some strange ways to solve problems. But it's too late now."
Her words seemed to have blind trust in Gwen. She clearly had no concrete evidence, but she already felt that Gwen's early intervention could solve the crisis of Sandbox No. 1. Gwen did not point it out. He just shook his head. "On the other hand, it's precisely because the situation has developed to this point that the Eternal Sleepers have no choice but to ask me for help. They came up with this almost self-abandoning plan, which gave me the opportunity to incorporate them."
Hearing this, Amber suddenly showed a suspicious look. She looked at Gwen with a strange expression. "… Speaking of which, did you deliberately wait for the situation to deteriorate to this day, deliberately leaving the situation with no choice? Just to create such an opportunity to take in the Eternal Sleep Congregation? "
The more she thought about it, the more Amber felt it was possible. She knew Gwen too well. Although he was famous as the "Lord of Knight," his ability in the field of "planning" was more terrifying. Shaping the situation, taking advantage of the situation, and using the general trend to determine the overall situation were all his forte. He used similar methods to disintegrate Louan from the inside and used similar methods to complete the transition from the Ansu Kingdom to the Cecil Empire. If he wanted to, how difficult would it be to subvert the Eternal Sleep Congregation?
But soon she shook her head again. Before Gwen could answer, she denied it. "No, this is not in line with your criteria. There are too many potential victims, and the risk is beyond control."
Gwen looked at Amber for a long time. Then he laughed.
"This situation is worth taking advantage of for me, but I didn't take the initiative to push it," he said. "After all, courting death is the traditional skill of the dark cult. It can't be stopped."
Thinking of the three dark cults, Amber felt a little regretful. "It's a pity when you think about it. Their starting point is good, but they took the wrong path. After seven hundred years of hard work, this is the result."
Gwen shook his head slightly. "But their efforts are not in vain. They at least tried a way and accumulated valuable technical information. At least from the perspective of technical results, what they have worked hard to accumulate will not be buried."
After a few seconds of silence, Amber suddenly broke the silence. "How are you going to deal with Sandbox No. 1?"
"The specific plan will have to wait until I personally explore Sandbox No. 1 and come into contact with the power of the higher-ups before I can decide. But now we can do some preparatory work." Gwen thought for a moment and said slowly. "Go and call Tyre tomorrow. I have something I need her help with.
"In addition, we can only wait for the news from the Eternal Sleepers. After all, no matter what plan I make here, the premise is that the Eternal Sleepers are willing to cooperate. If I'm not wrong, we shouldn't have to wait too long. They are more urgent than us. "
…
Yuri Chalvin rested for a long time in the room in the underground palace before he recovered a little. He walked out of the center of the magic circle with many mysterious runes, which had the extraordinary effect of calming the mind, correcting the mind, filtering the pollution of the mind, and so on. He saw Selena Gehrfen standing not far away.
"How's your condition?" The woman holding the lamp asked faintly.
"… Seventy to eighty percent better. It's good that I can recover in such a short time," Archbishop Yuri said with a wry smile. "Magnum … I've already reminded him that using Psionic Storm as an emergency protection spell is the most ridiculous thing to do. Sooner or later, something big will happen. Now he should be taught a lesson."
Selena said calmly. "If the Psionic Storm hit someone else, it won't be him who will be taught a lesson."
"…" Yuri was speechless for a moment. After a pause, he shook his head helplessly. "That makes sense. So, Archbishop Selena, are you here to reveal something to me in advance? "
"Establishing cooperation with the extraterrestrial wanderers is the only choice."
Archbishop Yuri was silent for a moment. "… Has it been decided?"
"It has been decided."
"Including agreeing to the extraterrestrial wanderers' conditions?"
"Yes."
"… I'm afraid some people won't agree." After a moment of silence, Yuri said in a low voice, "Since the development of the church, it has expanded and become far more complicated than it was in the beginning. Even the bishop's position is not all about learning and research …"
Selena looked into Yuri's eyes and said slowly, "They are believers of the Narrators from the upper levels."
Yuri's eyes widened, but he only heard her repeat.
"They are believers of the Narrators from the upper levels."
After a few seconds of astonishment and drifting thoughts, the archbishop, who was born in the noble family of Typhon, had been exposed to the shuffling of many upper forces since he was young, and had experienced many upheavals in Oldenheim, suddenly realized something.
"… Some people should have been on the list long ago, right?"
"Earlier than you think."
Yuri looked at the lady in front of him, who always had a gentle and quiet expression, and suddenly could not help but laugh. "It's really like what the extraterrestrial wanderers said … They brought us an opportunity."
"Yuri, this is an internal purification, not for the personal wishes of His Holiness the Pope, nor for the status of anyone else. It's for the future of all of us," Selena said quietly. "I hope you understand this."
"Yes." Yuri nodded slowly. "Internal purification … It's just a purification. But do we really have to do it now? We are facing the threat of the Narrators from the upper levels … "
"If we are going to face a god, then the last thing we need is' too many people. '"
"… I understand."
Selena nodded. "It's good that you understand."
There was silence in the air for two seconds. Yuri asked, "How is Archbishop Venti doing?"
"The mental pollution has been contained, but she is still a devout believer of the Narrators from the upper levels. I don't know when she can completely get rid of this state. You can visit her, but don't contact her for too long. "
As her voice trailed off, Selena's figure had dissipated into the air like a dream.
Yuri froze for a moment, then stepped out of the room.
He walked through the deep and long corridor, through the ramp blocked by layers of enchantments, and came to the bottom of the underground palace, to the independent area where the psionic choir was housed.
After bringing two assistant priests, he came to the private room of 'Spiritsong' Venti.
The beautiful but haggard lady was sitting quietly in the room, leaning against the pillar in the corner, staring at the opposite wall in a daze.
Yuri's arrival caught her attention. The psionic singer turned her head and smiled. "Good day, Archbishop Yuri."
"Can you think freely?"
"Occasionally, I can regain consciousness, and I feel very bad," Venti said slowly. Suddenly, she noticed Yuri's face. "Hmm? Yuri, you don't seem to be in a good state of mind. What happened? "
"A lot of things have happened, but I can't tell you for the time being." Yuri sighed. "When you get rid of the contamination of the Narrators from the upper levels, you may be shocked by the new situation."
"Oh? You are also interested in the Narrators from the upper levels? " Venti's eyes suddenly lit up. She said with a smile, "Then, sir, please allow me to take some of your time and introduce you to our omniscient and omnipotent Lord, the world …"
Yuri's mouth twitched. He took half a step back and waved to the assistant next to him. "Don't say anything. Let's start the acupuncture."
…
When the bright sun shone again on the rows of roofs and flat and wide streets of Cecil, the city quickly woke up from its peaceful sleep.
Gwen did not get enough sleep last night, but he was still full of energy.
According to the scheduled schedule, he came to the Autumn Palace to meet the emissaries from Typhon and Princess Mathilda.
When he saw the black-haired and black-dressed Mathilda, he immediately noticed something strange about her.
She looked a little tired, and her expression was a little absent-minded. Although she had cleverly covered it with exquisite makeup, he could still see that her eyes were a little bloodshot, and there were even faint dark circles under her eyes.
This surprised Gawain quite a bit.
"Are you not used to the environment here?" He asked with the concern of an elder. "You don't seem to be in a good state of mind …"
"I'm sorry for letting you see my inappropriate side." Mathilda tried to smile and dispel the symbols and numbers hovering in her mind as if they were mental pollution. "I read some books last night … Maybe I read for too long and lost track of time."
"It's good to like reading, but you still have to take care of your health." Gwen laughed. "How is it? Will it affect today's schedule? "
"Don't worry, I'm more or less a senior swordswoman. I can make some adjustments and it won't affect today's schedule." Mathilda replied. "I'll follow your arrangement."
"That's good. Then, according to the scheduled schedule, I'll personally take you to visit our Imperial College. This is also the most important part of the preparation process for the international student program.
"We'll start with the Department of Mathematics in the School of Magical Engineering. It's the cornerstone of many advanced technologies …"
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