The flashing runes dimmed one by one, and the buzzing crystal device began to cool down. Rosetta Augustus, who was sitting on a special chair, opened his eyes and woke up from a mental state that was between reality and illusion.
He gently breathed a sigh of relief and felt that his spirit had not relaxed for a long time. He then left the magic device without any reluctance.
"If you feel tired, you can rest here for a while," Madam Windsor Mappel said. "Although it can't cure the curse, at least it can make you feel more relaxed."
"Although it is effective to relieve pressure with the help of spiritual anesthesia, long-term use will weaken one's will," Rosetta said lightly. "This is fine. Madam Mappel, how is it? "
Windsor Mappel looked at Rosetta calmly and nodded gently. "I tried to induce your soul and consciousness. The spiritual pollution has indeed returned to normal, but I did not find any signs of external interference. Basically, we can rule out the possibility of someone tampering with your spiritual world."
"... The reason is not me..." Rosetta pondered for a moment. "Madam, what do you think of this?"
"As a scholar, I will not make a judgment in the absence of evidence, but I can say what I think. The curse of the Augustus Family is related to the spiritual pollution left by God, and the spiritual pollution of God has the characteristics of transcending time and space, confusing reality, and it is almost impossible to be affected by mortal forces. In recent days, the curse on your body has been abnormal, and the reason has nothing to do with your spiritual condition, which means that the source of the curse has been disturbed. To be able to disturb it, it must be a force of the same level or close to it... "
"A force of the same level or close to it..." Rosetta frowned slightly. "Recently, there have been no abnormalities in the churches, and this world has not had a direct order from God for a long time. Even the great changes in the Church of Holy Light in the Cecil Empire did not affect Typhon..."
As he spoke, he suddenly looked up. "Madam Mappel, have you received any news recently?"
"The magic communication towers have not reported any abnormalities. But the coverage of the towers is limited, and the low-level mages may not be able to accurately identify supernatural phenomena related to God. A lot of information has been delayed, and it will take a long time for it to be sent to the capital." Windsor Mappel shook her head. "I will pay attention to the information in this regard, and report to you immediately if there is any situation."
"Hmm …" Rosetta nodded slightly, then said with a frown, "Communication towers … It would be great if there were more communication towers or if they could cover a wider area."
"The problem of cost is really difficult to solve, and there are not so many mages to maintain those large facilities." Windsor Mappel said helplessly. "In fact, after the completion of the Empire Avenue project, especially after the acquisition of the magic train, the efficiency of communication between the remote areas and the capital has been much higher than before. In the past, the information that could not be sent to the capital because it was not important enough would take nearly a month to be sent from places like the west to the capital, but now it only takes a few days. This is already a great improvement."
"It is still not enough. Do you still remember the warning given by the advisory group of the Ministry of Industry? The throughput cycle of the factory is calculated in days or even hours. If the fluctuation of raw materials in the remote areas is not fed back to the city in time, it may cause an avalanche of losses within a few days. The flow of funds behind this also requires the timely transmission of information. The machine has sped up everything, but Oldenheim's response and control of the southern and western areas is far from enough. "
"Those factory owners..." Windsor Mappel frowned subconsciously, and there was a hint of disdain in her voice. "Your Majesty, with all due respect, they have overstated the facts and tried to use 'specialized words' to highlight their importance. But in fact, they just want you to give up part of the authority of the communication tower, and they want to take a share of the limited quota of the communication spell from the Royal Association of Mages."
"I can see that," Rosetta said indifferently. "But at least part of what they said is true. Especially with the rise of Cecil, our shortcomings are becoming fatal."
"Cecil..."
Windsor Mappel could not help but look serious when she heard this word that had been appearing more and more frequently in the Imperial newspapers and various internal documents.
She was a senior mage, but at the same time, she was also the Emperor's advisor. She was one of the 'national dignitaries' who frequently came into contact with the affairs of the Empire and the various members of parliament. She certainly knew something about the national situation. She knew what Emperor Rosetta was worried about, and she also knew that this concern was not without reason.
Without the rapidly rising Cecil, the people of Typhon would not have to worry about many things at all. In fact, no one would even realize that some things were worth worrying about. For example, the shortcomings of the communication tower. Every person of Typhon would think that the abundant number of mages in the Empire and the communication towers in various important provinces were sufficient. With the newly renovated main roads and new means of transportation, the increased efficiency of information transmission was more than enough to deal with the current situation of the Empire. No one would think that the communication towers were inefficient. Many people would even think that they were sufficiently advanced that there was no need to improve them in a century.
But there was the rapidly rising Cecil next to them. This rapidly developing "neighbor" had brought many "new things" to the people of Typhon, such as magical technology and competitive pressure.
The intelligence personnel risked their lives to deliver many useful things, and a considerable part of them was the description of Cecil's cutting-edge technology. These descriptions allowed Emperor Rosetta and the sharp-eyed members of parliament to notice some of the shortcomings of the Empire in advance.
This was probably the pressure brought by the comparison.
"Their magic network communication technology is developing rapidly. Although it is based on the long-distance and rapid communication technology, they have obviously solved the problem of cost and manpower. This has always been the advantage of magical technology, and Cecil's people have done a great job in this aspect," Windsor Mappel said slowly. "We have always been proud of the large number of professional mages. But obviously, Cecil's people have replaced these mages with machines with higher efficiency, at least in terms of communication technology."
As the president of the Royal Association of Mages, it was not easy for her to say these words. But she knew that there were some things that even if she did not say, the wise Rosetta Augustus would have already seen through it. Besides, her teacher, Daniel, was now the best master of magic in the Empire. The latter had created many things that had truly shaken every old-fashioned traditional mage in the Association. The facts were irrefutable.
"Magic network communication is a good technology..." Rosetta's expression was serious. "We have to master it, or find a way to improve our communication tower, no matter the cost."
As he spoke, he suddenly asked, "Previously, a merchant sent a 'magic network terminal'. Have the results of the analysis been done?"
When it came to technology, Windsor Mappel's expression immediately became serious. She knew what the 'magic network terminal' that Rosetta was talking about was. It was a machine that a respectable western merchant had secretly brought across the border at the risk of being hanged by Cecil's people. The merchant hid it in a pile of fur and spices to fool Cecil's border inspection. After returning to his country, he presented it to the Emperor. The precious machine was now lying in the laboratory of the Imperial Institute of Craftsmen, and the technical team led by Daniel was analyzing it.
"We dismantled it into parts and restored its intricate and intricate runes and crystal structure. Perhaps it won't be long before we can replicate the exact same machine, but that's meaningless." Windsor Mabel shook her head. "The Cecil people have inserted a set of very strange runes into the machine. It's not a conventional communication spell, and it even has the characteristics of a divine spell. Currently, no one has been able to decipher its specific function and meaning. I'm very curious as to where the Cecil people got the inspiration to assemble such a strange magic array …" Windsor Mabel shook her head.
"Master Daniel reminded us that if we do not fully understand the meaning of each rune, it will be very dangerous to rashly replicate the set of equipment. Cecil's people may have hidden traps in it. They may be able to directly intercept or even eavesdrop on the equipment we replicate."
"Master Daniel is a wise man. His reminders are always very pertinent." Rosetta nodded slowly. "Treat the machine with caution and find out what we can use. As for the rest... we will figure it out eventually."
"It would be great if we could get the prototype of the magic net terminal, or a rubbing of the original runes..." Windsor Mappel sighed. "The prototype has not been subsequently simplified and optimized. There are often very obvious technical ideas in it. Perhaps it will help us to uncover the secrets of the runes... Of course, this is just a thought."
Rosetta looked cold and did not say a word.
...
In Cecil Palace, in the study room covered with blue velvet tapestries, Gwen told Heti and others in detail about his experience in the Dream World, including the end of Sandbox No. 1, the confrontation with the higher-ups, and the current situation of the Eternal Sleeper after this incident.
The strange and inexplicable "God's Descent Crisis" made everyone in the study open their eyes wide (except for Kamel, whose eyes lit up). The unpredictability of the gods and the danger of the matter deeply touched everyone. What made them feel even more emotional was that all this had happened last night.
Last night was calm, and Cecil was peaceful. But a certain world outside the reality was turned upside down. There was even a God's Descent Crisis in the distant Typhon, which gave Heti and others a serious sense of unreality.
After digesting the huge amount of information brought by the old ancestor, Heti quickly got into work mode. She said while thinking, "The transfer of the Eternal Sleeper should have begun. I will immediately start the connection with the Empire. Before Oldenheim can react, we should have time to transfer the core personnel and technical data..."
"Some of the technical data will be sent through the mental network first," Gwen said. "Although the headquarters of the Eternal Sleeper is gone, their mental network will continue to operate, but it will enter the least efficient 'basic mode' and can no longer support the City of Dreams. But the transmission of data will not be a problem. Of course, for obvious reasons, the core technical data will not be sent over. The Eternal Sleeper will take it with them until the train we send takes them to a safe place. "
Heti frowned subconsciously. "It has come to this..."
"Normal reaction. If they don't do this, I will have to worry about the intelligence of the core personnel and the authenticity of the data," Gwen said with a smile. "Don't worry, the Eternal Sleeper has the power of the mind and has been lurking in Typhon for many years. They are experts in survival and escape. There should be no need to worry that they will be caught and killed by Augustus before they escape."
"Your Majesty," Kamel, who was floating on the side, said. "Since the mental network of the Eternal Sleeper is going to be transferred to the basic mode, will our Origin lab be affected?"
"Theoretically... it can continue to operate because the Origin Space itself does not occupy the computing power of the City of Dreams, and it is built on the 'basic level' of the mental network, which is the level that will maintain operation under any circumstances." Gwen thought for a moment and then said, "But I have prepared to modify and transfer the Origin Space, including the entire mental network of the Eternal Sleeper, to make it more under our control and more harmless. Now is obviously the best time, so I plan to temporarily shut down the current Origin Space. Kamel, how is our own 'immersion pod network' now?"
"The network has been successfully established in the laboratory environment, and the simulation has been run without the mental network of the Eternal Sleepers. We are now adjusting the overall stability of the network, increasing its adaptability to the communication system of the Mana Net, and making some modifications to the immersion cabin to make it less burdensome and more suitable for ordinary people without training. The special machine sent to Gilan Hill is a successful example, and we are developing a civilian version based on it."
"Very well, this is the key to transforming the Order of the Eternal Slumbers and building our own network." Gawain nodded in satisfaction and gradually revealed a smile. "Since this is going well … Kamal, I want to give you a new project. It can be carried out at the same time as what you are currently doing."
Kamel's voice was buzzing. "A new project?"
"The 'Narrator Neural Network'," Gwen said with a smile. "The cutting-edge communication system of the future will be built on its foundation."
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