The Foundation of All Things?
"The Newborn Physical Examination and Basic Nutrition Guarantee Plan?
"The Village Pharmacist's Crash Handbook?"
Listening to Mathilda's detailed description of what she had seen and heard in the Cecil Empire, Rosetta Augustus unconsciously frowned with a thoughtful look on his face.
"Some of these things were seen in the process of visiting those facilities, some were inferred by talking to the locals, and some were written in the local newspapers and books, and posted on the bulletin boards in the square," Mathilda said. "It seems that these are not secrets, and His Majesty Gwen is very open about them."
"These are indeed not secrets, and there is no way to become secrets. Open to the public …" Rosetta's eyebrows did not relax at all, and he followed up with another question. "Have these plans been implemented? Can their government office realize these bold plans? "
"As far as I know, most of them are still in the implementation stage, and some are even in the preparation stage. Even if they have been implemented, they only cover some areas, such as the Newborn Physical Examination and Basic Nutrition Guarantee Plan. It seems to be one of the earliest new policies of Gwen Cecil, and it has only been popularized in the Southern Territory."
At this point, Mathilda paused for a moment, choosing her words carefully before continuing, "But I suspect that these bold plans will ultimately be realized. Their government office is filled with confidence, and there are already a large number of prepared talents entering the later stages of education and training. Within the borders of Cecil, there isn't a second voice that can question Emperor Gawain's orders."
Rosetta did not speak for a while.
It was not about how many of these plans had been realized, but their existence had greatly touched the far-sighted Emperor Typhon. He could not help but make a series of inferences, speculating about Gwen Cecil's possible ideas, and thinking about the possible significance of these measures.
"Father." Mathilda noticed Rosetta's expression and could not help but ask, "Will these things done by Cecil have a huge impact?"
"Not just a huge impact. What Gwen Cecil is doing is laying the foundation for a more distant future …" Rosetta said in a low voice. "He seems to believe in the power of ordinary people, and spares no effort to improve the overall role of ordinary people in the operation of society. I'm not sure whether what he is doing is right or wrong, but his ideas … I really haven't thought about it."
"Do you think there is something worth learning about this?" Mathilda asked curiously.
"… This needs more observation," Rosetta said while thinking. "The key is that these plans of Gwen Cecil are too bold. Bold plans mean high investment and unknown effects. We can't blindly affect the operation of the Empire before we fully understand the mechanism behind his actions.
Mathilda lowered her head and said, "I understand. I will try my best to collect as much information as possible."
"Okay." Rosetta nodded and asked again, "In your opinion, what kind of person is Gwen Cecil?"
"That legendary hero …" Mathilda looked thoughtful. "I have heard a lot of stories about him, but a living person is different from a deified hero in the stories. He was gentler than I had imagined. Regardless of our identities, he seemed like a generous and friendly elder to me. Although I was sure that many of his actions during our interactions had political considerations behind them, there was no doubting his magnanimity.
"In addition, he doesn't have the feeling of an 'ancient person', nor does he have the sense of estrangement across the ages. But considering that it has been five years since his resurrection, it is understandable. In addition to the wisdom and experience of the ancient times, he is a thoroughly modern person."
Rosetta seemed to smile. "It seems that you have a good impression of him."
"As you once said, he has a temperament similar to yours."
"So, about the inspection of the overseas student program …" Rosetta said again, "What do you think now?"
"This matter itself must be pushed forward. We must learn more about the cutting-edge magical technology and expand the economic and technological circulation of Cecil," Mathilda answered without hesitation. Apparently, she had been thinking about this matter these days. "But on the other hand … as you worry, we will inevitably face the situation of the students being assimilated and shaken."
"Oh?"
"Cecil's capital is a city that is so prosperous that it is intoxicating. There are also bizarre and new things. There is an unimaginable variety of entertainment here, not just the monotonous hunting and dancing parties. They have more newspapers and magazines, a wonderful magic pastime called 'Magic Network Broadcast', and it is said that there is also a fascinating 'Magic Movie Drama'. Gawain Cecil himself is an expert at manipulating people. We have received intelligence about the 'Great Trial of Louen'. Now, I have seen with my own eyes the collection of books and newspapers that recorded the changes in the situation in Louen at that time. That thing's control over the psychology of ordinary people and the prediction of group behavior is simply chilling. It also captures the psychological weaknesses of the upper-class nobles and the clerics, as well as all the characteristics of words and deeds that can be used for negative propaganda …
"These means may not be used directly on the overseas students who represent friendly exchanges, but the tricks behind them … are worthy of vigilance.
"I have reason to believe that the overseas students we send to Cecil will inevitably be affected, and it is probably not a direct solicitation but a subtle influence on their lifestyle.
"The lifestyle and cultural atmosphere of Cecil City are too … irresistible for young people."
Rosetta just listened quietly to Mathilda's words. The expression on his face did not change as if he had already expected all this.
It was not until Mathilda's voice trailed off that the ruler of Typhon asked unhurriedly, "How many can come back?"
"… I don't have much expectation for the nobles in the next two years," Mathilda said bluntly. "Thirty percent, optimistically."
Rosetta nodded and said calmly, "Okay, that's a lot."
The father and daughter fell into silence for a moment. Both of them fell into silence.
After a brief silence, Rosetta suddenly said, "Recently, the power of the curse has been rising. I think you must have felt it."
Mathilda nodded. "Yes, this is the second time I have 'entered the dream' after arriving in Cecil."
"There may be some things happening in the real world related to the source of the curse. Recently, you have to pay more attention to the abnormal changes around you. Also, pay attention to whether there are any abnormal things in the normal dream. "Rosetta still had a straight face, but he was still advising like an ordinary father." If you encounter any trouble that is difficult to deal with … pray to the God of War.
"It's better to bow to a righteous god who still maintains his sanity than to a mad god."
Mathilda looked at her father with a complicated expression. He still maintained his heroic and majestic aura, but inside, he had begun to go downhill. After a long silence, she slowly lowered her head. "Yes, I will remember your instructions, father."
…
The visitors from Typhon received a decent and considerate reception in Cecil City. The various scheduled visits and negotiations were also carried out in an orderly manner.
Gwen and Mathilda completed the initial contact and negotiation work. After that, the main affairs were handed over to the government office and the other diplomats of the diplomatic group.
Mathilda and her entourage had their own arrangements. As for Gwen … he could finally focus on the more troublesome matter at hand for the time being.
The scheduled date for the Eternal Sleep Congregation's operation had arrived.
In Gwen's bedroom, Heti, Rebecca, Kamel, and the others were specially summoned to prepare for the next thing.
"The auxiliary runes are ready." Kamel floated in front of Gwen. On the wall and the floor behind him, the shining runes were surging as if they were breathing. "These runes will provide you with a certain degree of mental protection and an additional link to the real world. Although you may not necessarily need the former, the latter can ensure that you have a more sensitive perception of the real world to prevent 'excessive immersion'. This is the technical achievement of the second phase of the immersion chamber project. "
Gwen nodded and looked at Heti who was standing beside him. "I may take a longer time this time. Although the Eternal Sleeper will slightly speed up the time flow of Sandbox No. 1 after the operation starts so that we can move in there for a longer time, but for safety reasons, the time acceleration there is limited. I can't rule out the possibility that I may need to 'sleep' in the real world for two or three days. I'll leave the government office and Typhon's diplomatic group to you."
"Don't worry." Heti nodded hard. "I won't let you down."
As she said that, the princess, who had followed Gwen from the beginning and went through all kinds of trials of the Cecil Empire, could not help but show a trace of concern. "You must also be careful. After all, what you are going to face is …"
Heti opened her mouth a few times but did not say anything to dissuade Hao Ren. Her rationality told her that it was immature and unrealistic.
But rationality could not dispel her worries. Looking at the 'ancestor' who was about to go to a special battlefield and face an unimaginable challenge alone, the uneasiness in her heart showed no signs of abating.
It was not that she had no confidence in the ancestor, but the enemy they were going to face this time was really out of the ordinary. A monster from a nightmare, how was the ancestor going to deal with it? And if something happened to the ancestor … what would happen to everything that was waiting to be done?
Gwen knew that Heti was worried. He smiled and said, "Don't worry, I know what to do.
"I know it's a little dangerous, but just like you and Rebecca chose to stay in the castle to fight against those mutants, there are some things that … someone has to do."
As he said that, he looked behind Heti, at a certain 'intercontinental friend' who was holding his tail in a daze.
"Tyre."
Tyre immediately snapped out of his daze. "Ah? Oh, I'm here. "
"This time, I can't be sure where your 'little biscuit' will come from," Gwen said. "Sandbox No.1 is in the main control center of the real world, but the Upper Narrator is a product of the dream. When it enters the real world, it is very likely to jump along the dream and move to any place where humans gather and dream. This may cause you a lot of trouble."
"Don't worry, I have already told the queen about this. My sisters will be ready." Tyre immediately wagged the tip of his tail. "It's just a change from having a meal at a fixed time to having to take the initiative to forage for food. It's no trouble at all."
Amber, who was standing next to them, could not help but widen her eyes. "Is that how you use 'foraging'?"
On the other hand, no matter how serious the potential crisis was, Gwen could not help but laugh when he heard the deranged comments from a certain deep-sea salted fish channel. "It's good that you think so. Speaking of which, this' Upper Narrator 'will be very different from the' little biscuit 'you have encountered before. It's a' spiritual food '… "
Amber stared at Gwen again. "Is that how you use 'spiritual food'?"
Tyre waved his hand, slowly curled up his tail, and quietly coiled into an elegant ball in the corner of the room. He said lazily, "Whether it's' spiritual food 'or not, it's best that we sirens don't have to show up. It means that the situation is not out of control, and that many people can survive, isn't it?"
Gwen quietly looked at the siren who had coiled up in the corner and had even begun to take a nap. He then looked away as if he was responding to the siren, but also as if he was saying to himself. "This is my purpose."
Then, he came to the spacious bed, ready to establish a connection with the mental network.
Heti and the others stood by with a trace of concern.
But a moment later, Gwen suddenly opened his eyes again.
Rebecca curiously went up to him. "Ancestor, did you forget something?"
Gwen glanced at the people around his bed with a slightly strange expression. "You guys … step back a little."
Heti did not react for a moment. "Huh? Why? "
Gwen pointed at himself, and then at Heti and the others. "When I was doing that, the scene should be similar …"
Rebecca suddenly realized. "Oh, it looks like a funeral …"
Before she could finish her words, Heidi pressed her down and covered her mouth.
Gawain said, "… You guys should go out. Leave Amber and Tyr here to take care of things."
Heti held down Rebecca, who was still struggling and whimpering, and bowed hard. "Yes, ancestor!"
Gwen: "…"
(Damn!)
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