The streets of Cecil were bustling and full of vitality as usual. He was used to the city scene, but for Byron today, walking on the streets of Cecil gave him a different experience.
Pea followed beside him and kept talking.
She talked excitedly about her experiences in the academy, about the new friends she had made, about everything she had seen, about the weather, her mood, the books she had read, and the new magic movie she was working on. This girl, who could finally speak again, spoke as if this was the first time she had come to this world. She talked almost endlessly, as if she wanted to describe everything she had seen and experienced all over again.
Even if she passed by a small shop on the street every day, she would run into it with a smile and say hello to the owner. She would receive a shout of surprise and congratulations.
Byron kept a smile on his face as he stayed by Pea's side.
What was supposed to be a short journey back home now took them half a day.
When the father and daughter finally arrived near Knight Street, Byron saw a figure wandering around the intersection. It was Philip who had returned to Cecil two days ago.
Byron walked forward with a smile on his face. Philip, who was not far away, also sensed the approaching aura and turned around to greet him. However, before the two old partners could speak, the first to speak was Pea. She happily welcomed Philip, and a joyful voice rang out from the Neural Thorns, "Uncle Philip!"
Philip was about to open his mouth, but when he heard the unfamiliar, synthetic female voice, he froze. After a full two seconds, he looked at Pea in bewilderment. "Pea... Are you talking?"
"It's me!!" Pea smiled happily. She turned around and showed the metal device behind her neck to Philip, "Look! Grandpa Pitman made this for me! This thing is called neural brambles. It can speak for me!! "
"We just came back from the research institute," Byron quickly explained before Pea could continue talking, "According to Pitman, this is a small artificial nerve cord, but its functions are more complicated. Speaking for Pea is just one of its functions. Of course, you know me. I won't pay attention to the professional content …"
"I've heard of this project …" Philip opened his eyes wide and looked at Pea with joy and surprise, "But I didn't expect it to be so soon … Great, Pea, today is definitely worth celebrating!"
"You can celebrate, but don't drink with my dad!" Pea immediately glared at him and said, "I know you have a strong self-control, but my dad can't control himself at all! As long as someone asks him to drink, he will get himself drunk. Every time, he will sleep in the living room with the smell of alcohol all over his body until the next day. After that, I have to help him clean up … Uncle, you don't know. Even if you stop him on the spot, he will secretly drink when he gets home. He also said something about finishing what he started, saying that it's out of respect for the brewery … And, and, last time you … "
The girl's brain was spinning fast. The magical device driven by brainwave signals did not need to breathe or rest. Philip was bombarded with words like a storm. The young Mr. Knight was smiling at first, but soon he was stunned. He looked at Byron blankly. When Pea finally quieted down, he found a chance to speak, "Byron … This … What's wrong with this kid …"
"You didn't expect this, did you?" Byron's face was full of "you deserve it". Although he was the one being lectured this time, it was Philip who had to bear the brunt of the storm, which made him feel inexplicably happy. "We didn't expect Pea to have so many words in her stomach …"
Pea immediately glared at Byron with an 'I'm going to open my mouth if you continue like this' look on her face. The latter quickly waved his hand and said, "Of course, I'm quite happy that she can speak her mind …"
Before Pea could say anything, Byron immediately changed the topic. He looked at Philip and asked, "Speaking of which … What are you doing here?"
"I know you're going to the north, so I came to say goodbye," Philip said with a serious face. "I've been busy recently, and I'm worried that I won't be able to say goodbye if I miss you."
"… Why do I feel uncomfortable when you say that?" Byron suddenly rubbed his arms. "It's like I'm going to die outside this time."
Philip thought for a moment and analyzed the situation seriously. "Theoretically, this shouldn't happen. There's no war in the Northern Region, and your mission won't conflict with the locals or the Violet on the other side of the strait. Theoretically, other than jumping into the sea after drinking too much or looking for someone to duel, you should be able to come back alive …"
Byron said, "… To be honest, you're being sarcastic, aren't you?"
Philip's serious expression did not change at all. "Sarcasm is not Knight's style."
Byron thought for a moment and his expression became more and more strange. "I still think you're being sarcastic. Philip, you've grown up!"
Pea stood aside and looked at Byron and Philip. Slowly, she smiled happily.
…
Count Dulles was sitting comfortably on the soft sofa. Next to him was a large floor-to-ceiling window with a view of the garden and the bustling streets in the distance. The comfortable afternoon sun shone into the room through the crystal clear glass, warm and bright.
Soft and gentle music was coming from the magic device in the corner. The exotic tune made the upper-class noble from Typhon feel more relaxed.
He was holding a beautifully printed book in his hand. On the cover of the book, there were the words "Folklore and Mythology of the North of the Continent". The paper of the book was not expensive, but there were delicate illustrations and neat typography. He turned a new page and glanced at the first few lines. He could not help but feel a little emotional. He looked up at the person sitting opposite him and said, "Master Habiya, I have to admit that Cecil's printing technology is much better than ours. The printing of this book is so beautiful that it even makes me want to open a printing factory."
The person sitting opposite him did not look young anymore. He had the elegant temperament of a scholar and was already balding. This scholarly old man was the famous scholar and grammar master of Typhon, Habiya Reston. As a member of the Typhon diplomatic group, he was also reading the book printed by Cecil's people. But it was not a big book, but a thin, popular booklet with a colorful cover and short articles.
Hearing Count Dulles's words, the old man looked up and said, "It is indeed incredible printing, especially that they can print so many colorful patterns so accurately. This technology is really interesting."
"It is said that this technology has only appeared in Cecil a few months ago," Count Dulles said casually, but his eyes fell on the popular booklet in Habiya's hand. "Are you still reading that booklet?"
"It's called 'Magazine,'" Habiye waved the booklet in his hand. On the cover of the booklet, there was a handsome and tall cover character that was reflected by the ink under the sunlight. "The content on it is popular, but it's surprisingly interesting. The grammar used and the structure of the entire magazine inspired me a lot."
"But with all due respect, in my opinion, the things in it are too popular," Count Dulles said with a smile. "I thought a great scholar like you would be disdainful of such things. They are not even as profound as the mythological collection in my hand."
"His Majesty has given me the task of compiling the Empire Journal, and the greatest experience I have accumulated in the past six months is to change the one-sided pursuit of 'elegance' and 'profundity' in the past." Habiya put down the magazine in his hand and looked at Count Dulles seriously. "Newspapers are a new thing. They are different from the expensive and rare classics of the past. Their readers do not have such high status, and they do not need too much knowledge. Heraldry and ceremonial standards do not interest them, and they can't understand it."
As he spoke, the old man pointed to the magazine on the table. "What they can really understand is the more popular and straightforward things. In this regard, Cecil's people are obviously better than us. His Majesty hopes that we can learn the advantages of Cecil's people in this regard and find out their tricks to unite people, inspire morale, and guide the people. That's why he sent me here. Naturally, I have to pay attention to their results in this regard. "
Count Dulles raised his eyebrows. "Oh? Have you gained anything in the past few days? "
"I have gained a lot. These magazines and other popular books circulating in the market are attractive. I don't know if you have noticed, but now even many young people in the delegation have become interested in these books. They often discuss these popular stories in private. Some have even watched two magic movie dramas and are very fond of the characters. The attraction of novelty is undeniable," Habiya said with a smile. "I also chatted with Mr. Godwin Orlando. He is a man of profound knowledge, and even made me want to ignore his identity as a Cecil.
"Nearly half of those magazines and newspapers were founded by Godwin Orlando. His idea of organizing similar publications is refreshing. To be honest, I even want to invite him to Typhon. Of course, I also know that this is unrealistic. He has an outstanding status here and is highly valued by the royal family. It is impossible for him to work for us."
"Haha, it's rare to see you praise others so frankly." Count Dulles could not help but laugh. "If you really want to, maybe we can try to win over the apprentices trained by Mr. Godwin. After all, recruiting and testing talents is also one of our tasks this time."
Habiya smiled and shook his head. "If it weren't for our upcoming visit, I would have seriously considered your suggestion."
…
"The signing ceremony in the morning was successfully completed." In the spacious and bright study, Heti placed a thick document on Gwen's desk. "After so many days of bargaining and revision, Typhon finally agreed to most of our conditions. We have also reached a tacit understanding with them on many reciprocal terms."
"This is called a win-win situation." Gwen smiled and put down the stack of documents he had just been reading. He raised his hand and picked up the document brought by Heti. As he flipped through it, he said casually, "New trade category, new diplomatic memorandum, new peace statement, and … investment plan …"
Gwen's eyes fell on some words in the document. He smiled and leaned back in his chair.
In the new investment license, "film and television production and distribution" and "audio-visual and book products" were listed.
Heti's eyes fell on the stack of documents that Gwen had just put down. She was a little curious. "What is this?"
"The new script of the magic movie," Gwen said. "Fire of the Beacon — in memory of the brave Marquis Belk Lorren, in memory of the disaster that should be remembered forever. It will be released this summer or earlier. If everything goes well, Typhon will see it soon after that. "
Heti's eyes were deep and thoughtful. She heard the ancestor's gentle voice.
"Give them the magic movie, give them magazines, give them more popular stories, and anything else that can beautify Cecil. Let them worship Cecil as a hero, let them be familiar with Cecil's life, constantly tell them what an advanced civilization is, and constantly hint to them how far their lives are from the real 'civilized nation'. In the process, we have to emphasize our goodwill and emphasize that we are on their side. This way, when a sentence is repeated a thousand times, they will think that the sentence is their own thought …
"Then, the era of peace will come, Heti."
Heti's eyes slowly moved across the desk and finally fell on a document that seemed to have just been completed beside Gwen's hand.
There was only one line of words on the cover of the document:
Dyeing Plan.
Wonderful Book House
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