Urey leaned close to the wall on one side of the carriage. There were no windows in the freight carriage, but there was a ventilation grill in a hidden place. His sight penetrated through the gap between the iron plates and saw that the platform was filled with a thin mist. People in uniforms were walking back and forth in the background of light and mist. A manager with a lot of keys was locking a gate at the end of the platform.
Venti's voice came from behind. "There have been several 'informers' before, but they were all eliminated after the key consciousness lock was triggered. This time, the mind that left the network 'disappeared' out of thin air before the consciousness lock was triggered. It seems that a powerful force has directly blocked all mental connections …"
Yuri looked away and looked at the figures in the dark. His voice was low. "It seems that the continuous abnormal situation has alerted Rosetta Augustus. If the Royal Association of Mages takes action, it won't be too difficult to block the mental connection …"
"It's expected, but the Royal Association of Mages and Rosetta Augustus reacted faster than we thought," Venti said softly. "The key now is how much damage the 'informers' will cause …"
"Most of the middle-level and above members have been counted and marked. Two groups of people have been sent away. The situation is still under control," Yuri went back to the crate and said while thinking. "There won't be any informers at the core level. Most of the ones who are affected are those below the middle-level … The information they have is limited. It's difficult for Rosetta Augustus to determine our detailed plan immediately, so this train should still be safe … But the following people have to come up with a new route as soon as possible."
"Should we cancel the next train?"
"Cancel it. We can't carry out any more large-scale transfers," Yuri nodded. "Let the compatriots here move in batches and cross the border …"
As he spoke, he could not help but frown and sigh. "It's a pity that the mental network can only operate in a basic mode now. It can't monitor every node as accurately and sensitively as before. It can only react when the informant touches the consciousness lock … There will definitely be a large number of activists who have escaped the net."
"These are all expected losses. We just need to protect the core personnel and information as much as possible," Venti said slowly, then frowned. "But Daniel …"
"He should be safe. Two years ago, Daniel was only a mid-level priest and had very little contact with people. After he was promoted to bishop, he began to move around Oldenheim. Due to the special area of his activities, his identity has always been highly confidential within the church. Those who know about him are all reliable people. But we still need to remind him. After all, he's in Oldenheim … "
The sudden ringing of a bell pierced the silent night and interrupted Yuri's unfinished words.
There was an instant silence in the carriage. An indescribable tension and anticipation spread among the crowd. Some people approached the secret ventilation holes on the wall and looked outside through the gaps between the iron plates.
The lights on the platform penetrated the mist, and the glow of the magic projection loomed in the mist. Someone blew a whistle in the depths of the mist, and the sharp sound was transmitted from one end of the platform to the other. A faint tremor began to come from the bottom of the carriage. The humming of the power spine became more and more obvious.
The light on the top of the relay pile turned from red to green, and the platform slowly receded. The heavy and huge industrial machine began to hum as it began to move faster and faster on the tracks, accelerating into the depths of the thin mist in the distance and plunging into the vast night …
…
Mary turned on the magic crystal lamp inlaid on the wall, letting the soft light illuminate the living room. The darkness and faint starlight in the living room were instantly dispelled by the artificial light, and the warm and bright atmosphere created a comfortable sense of security.
Then a voice suddenly came from the corner, startling the young female mage who was about to hang her coat on the coat rack. "Why are you back so late?"
"Teacher … you haven't slept yet?" Mary turned her head and was surprised to see Daniel sitting on the sofa in the corner of the living room. There was a small brown suitcase on the round table in front of the sofa. The old mage's eyes were filled with questions, and the young female mage quickly reacted. "Ah, I was looking for information in the Royal Library … I accidentally missed the time …"
"It's a good thing to like learning, but it's another thing to almost be locked in the library." Daniel shook his head. He gestured for Mary to come closer and asked casually, "Did you encounter any suspicious people or things?"
"No." Mary sat down on the sofa opposite Daniel and was puzzled. "Why do you ask?"
"… Nothing. Just be careful. Don't tell too many things about our seclusion in the west." Daniel's voice was low, and his fingers seemed to be unconsciously knocking on the suitcase on the round table. After thinking for a while, he pushed the suitcase forward. "Mary, I'll leave this suitcase to you."
"Ah … Okay, okay." Mary first subconsciously obeyed her teacher's order, but after taking the suitcase, she asked, "Teacher, what's inside?"
"… Some notes and information I've sorted out over the years," Daniel said casually. "The other apprentices are not people who can take these things seriously. It's good enough that they can understand their own knowledge. You're smarter than the others …"
Mary listened to Daniel's calm voice, and her eyes widened in shock. Finally, she could not help but ask, "Teacher, you're …"
"Don't be so nervous. It's better to be prepared." Daniel looked at Mary and said sternly, "Look at you. You're always panicking. Where's the calmness of a magician? How can I trust you with these things? "
Mary immediately shrunk her neck and did not dare to continue speaking. Daniel, who was sitting opposite her, snorted with slight dissatisfaction. He then said, "You know about the mental network … You also know what has happened recently. Our master defeated a god, but there are people whose wills are shaken who are afraid of Him …
"Mary, if something happens, you inherit what I left behind. I don't have anyone to entrust it to. You're more or less the smarter one among my many useless apprentices …
"Windsor may respect me, but she's more loyal to her emperor. She was taught by me, but she's no longer my apprentice.
"As for now, you just keep these things. Remember, this is just a preparation. It's almost impossible for us to use it."
Mary stared at the small suitcase in her hand and then looked up at her teacher. The old mage just sat there quietly, and there was only calmness in his deep-set eyes.
When did this terrible and powerful old man completely lose his madness and paranoia?
Mary suddenly realized that she had missed the last stage of this transformation. She had been immersed in Aldnan's library and magic lab, immersed in the new environment where she could learn to her heart's content. She had been greedily absorbing knowledge like a sponge, enjoying the daily life of a normal mage. But now, she suddenly woke up and was surprised to find that her terrifying teacher … had become like an ordinary old man at some point in time.
She suddenly realized it, habitually shrank her neck and lowered her head. "Teacher, I … I understand …"
"Good that you understand," said Daniel casually. Then, he put his hand on the table and slowly stood up from the sofa. "Rest early today. We still have experiments to do tomorrow."
He left the round table, bent his body forward, and slowly walked toward the stairs not far away. Artificial nerve ropes quietly hung behind him. These biochemical products used to make Mary afraid, but now they were like lifeless burdens, heavily pressing on the old mage's back.
"Teacher," Mary suddenly couldn't help but call out, but she didn't know what to say after she opened her mouth. She seemed to have a lot of things to say, but when she was about to open her mouth, her mind was blank. After a few seconds of awkward silence, she finally organized a sentence. "Teacher, do you … regret it?"
After saying this, she couldn't help but bite her lips. Her heart couldn't help but beat wildly. She realized that she had been too rash. Not only was her question bold, but it could also be considered offensive. This wasn't something an apprentice should say to a mentor, especially under such circumstances.
However, the old mage didn't get angry like before. He didn't even look back. He just paused for a moment, and then slowly continued to walk toward the stairs.
When he stepped on the first step, he slowly said in a low and slow voice, as if he was talking to himself, "Morning hears the truth …"
Mary stood there in a daze.
Her teacher said a strange phrase. It was a combination of a few words, but she could understand it. She knew that this phrase was said by the great "master". The "master", who was almost like a god, used this phrase to describe beggars when talking to her teacher about knowledge, and her teacher had always liked it.
But now, her teacher used this phrase to answer her question. What was his intention?
Mary wanted to ask more, but when she looked up, her teacher had already disappeared on the stairs leading to the second floor.
…
"Your Majesty, this is all I know." Lord Bohmeyer sat in a chair, his hands nervously grasping the hem of his clothes. His mouth was dry after talking for so long, but he didn't dare to ask Miss Diana for a glass of iced wine to soothe his throat. He knew how much of what he had just said could get him killed, so after telling the whole story, he sat there like a prisoner waiting for trial, waiting for Rosetta Augustus to pass judgment on him.
But the ruler of the empire was obviously not in the mood to pursue the crime of a small lord.
"For so many years … they have been hiding in Aulandale, hiding under the ruins of the Great Collapse …" Rosetta Augustus' expression had returned to normal. He sat quietly on the high-back chair, his right hand resting on the armrest, and his left hand on his right arm. "The Eternal Sleeper … Augustus and them are even."
Lord Bohmeyer's mind was a little confused, but he immediately caught some of the words in the emperor's words. After a brief moment of shock, he realized that he might have heard something that should not be said, so he quickly closed his eyes and pretended that he didn't hear anything.
"Your Majesty, we must immediately eradicate this cult." Windsor Mappel's voice came from the side, like the sound of nature, saving Lord Bohmeyer's pounding heart. "They have secretly developed to such a scale … this is no longer a small problem."
"That's true." Rosetta nodded. "They should have begun to evacuate and clean up the traces left behind. But it's impossible for such a large organization to disappear completely in a short period of time."
As he spoke, the ruler of Typhon chuckled. "But what I am more concerned about is that Gwen Cecil … a group of cultists, in awe, called him the 'extraterrestrial wanderer', thinking that he is a 'demigod' who has invaded the world from the outside. This is something I have never thought of."
"Your Majesty, the cultists are crazy, but we still have to take this information seriously." Windsor Mappel immediately said. "At least we can be sure that Gwen Cecil has infiltrated and controlled the Eternal Sleeper in the empire in some way. This is undoubtedly a very terrible hidden danger, and he has planted countless spies in the empire … this matter must be dealt with quickly and secretly."
Rosetta nodded slightly with a serious look on his face. At the same time, Windsor Mappel continued. "Also, regarding the 'extraterrestrial wanderer', we must also take seriously. The sudden resurrection of an ancient hero who has been dead for 700 years is very strange from the beginning. I think … we can't rule out that some 'thing' outside of human beings has occupied Gwen Cecil's body and caused this incredible miracle of resurrection … "
Rosetta listened to Windsor Mappel's words, but suddenly shook his head and chuckled.
"Your Majesty?"
"I don't care who is in that body. Perhaps he was indeed 'Gwen Cecil' when he first climbed out of the coffin, but from the moment he started to implement his new order, who he used to be is not important," Rosetta Augustus said in a low voice. "It doesn't matter if he is a heroic soul, an evil spirit, or even the incarnation of a god. For us, his only meaningful identity is' Emperor Cecil '— our neighbor.
"But … the name 'extraterrestrial wanderer' … is indeed interesting …"
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