A black-robed figure flew over from the direction of the Shadowy Swamp and landed on Typhon's checkpoint. Immediately, soldiers and officers approached the mage and inquired about his intentions. Mages who mastered flight were different from those mass-produced "combat mages". They came from the Royal Association of Mages and had received systematic education and years of training. They were usually stationed in places like the Tower of Mages or the Association of Mages' branch. For such a person to come in person, it was obvious that there was something important.
"You should've stopped the train just now!" As soon as the black-robed mage landed, he looked at the magical train that had already crossed the border. It did not enter into a state of full acceleration. Instead, it moved as if it was sliding on the tracks. However, the border was an invisible wall. After crossing the border, even if the train was slower than a snail, Typhon's people would not be able to catch up with it. "Damn it … there might be someone hiding on that train who secretly crossed the border!"
Knight, who was stationed at the outpost, widened his eyes and immediately looked back at the direction of the train. Then, he turned back and said, "We have already checked. There are only the goods that fit the list and the registered crew members on the train."
"You checked it yourself?"
Looking at the mage's stern gaze, the young Typhon officer was not afraid. He straightened his chest and said, "I checked it myself. The soldiers checked it once and I checked it once."
"… Well, I hope you didn't make a mistake." The mage sighed and said, "Listen, Oldenheim has sent an order …"
…
The train stopped at the checkpoint on Cecil's side. The soldiers began to check the goods on the train according to the regulations and handed over the necessary customs clearance documents to the person in charge of the train. They did it meticulously and did not look out of place.
A commander with an officer's standard melt-cutter sword on his waist walked into the carriage and glanced at the innermost part.
Between the crates, there were many silent silhouettes.
The commander nodded slightly and turned to leave.
The carriage door closed again and the freight carriage was plunged into darkness again.
"We're safe." A voice came from the darkness. "This is Cecil's checkpoint..."
"We still need to hold on for a little while longer," Yuri said in a low voice. "We have to get off at White Sands Station. There, we will blend in with the staff of White Sands Mining Company, and then we will truly set foot on Cecil's land."
Venti's voice rang out. "You just used Mental Interference to affect Knight and the soldiers. Will you give yourself away?"
"No, that Knight is only a low-level mage." Yuri shook his head, "As for the battle mages stationed at the station … those mages that were trained in batches can't see through high-level spirit spells. However, things will be different once Oldenheim's orders reach the outposts. They will surely send some powerful Magicians to inspect the checkpoints. "
"That has nothing to do with us," one of the priests muttered. "I only hope that our compatriots who cross the border later can pass smoothly …"
Wendy glanced at the last cleric who spoke in the darkness. She closed her eyes slightly, but did not speak.
After this train, how many of our compatriots would cross the border and go to Cecil under the rule of the "extraterritorial wanderers"?
As Yuri said, perhaps many people would stay in Typhon.
Although the extraterritorial wanderers were powerful, only a few archbishops truly understood and faced this power head-on. Moreover, except in the Dream World, the extraterritorial wanderers had only shown themselves as mortal emperors in reality. Coupled with the "loyalty" brought by the deterrence of power, it had always been fragile.
The Eternal Sleep Congregation, which had lasted for 700 years, was destined to fall apart and become nutrients for the two human empires. Who knew where it would go in the future?
Perhaps the "future" would be like this train, rumbling forward and constantly going to the distance. As for what the distance looked like, Venti, Yuri, and the others could only imagine.
In the darkness, someone whispered to himself, "Cecil … we are coming …"
…
The morning sun shone on the lawn in front of Cecil Palace, and the smell of fresh soil drifted slowly with the wind. Gwen was taking a stroll on the path as usual, and Amber was running beside him as usual.
This was the most leisurely time of the day for Gwen.
When the melodious and loud sound of the mechanical clock tower rang for the first time in the distance, Gwen suddenly said, "Late last night, the first successful informant appeared."
Amber did not react for a moment. "… Huh?"
Gwen casually reminded her. "It's about the Eternal Sleeper."
As the person in charge of intelligence, Amber immediately understood what Gwen was talking about. She frowned subconsciously. "So fast? Didn't we predict that it would take at least a week for someone to successfully leak the information to Rosetta Augustus? "
"Now it seems that we have underestimated the Royal Association of Mages in Typhon." Gwen shook his head. "They have come up with a way to successfully block the mental network in a very short time. Even if it's just a small-scale application, it's enough to figure out a lot of things."
"… Then it seems that we have to do something in advance." Amber pursed her lips. "The number of Eternal Sleepers who can successfully reach Cecil is probably less than half of what we expected. Fortunately, the core personnel and most of the technical information should be fine. The rest will fall into the hands of Rosetta Augustus."
"Of course it will fall into his hands, and he will immediately try to analyze and apply the technology of the Eternal Sleepers. If he is open-minded enough, he will also gather the Eternal Sleepers who are intercepted in Typhon, try to dig them out, and stuff them into his Association of Mages … Maybe … No, he will definitely do that." Gwen said indifferently. "They may soon find a way to improve the communication tower …"
Amber looked at Gwen suspiciously. "Is this also part of your plan?"
"This is not my plan. It's an inevitable change in the situation. Meghul III and I are powerless to change it. But fortunately, I don't mind letting things develop in this direction," Gwen said casually. "Like I said a long time ago, we can't expect our opponent to stay in the same place forever, especially an opponent like Typhon. They will definitely develop quickly. What we can do is to develop faster than them and make more holes in their development path."
Amber pursed her lips as she tried to keep up with Gwen's pace. She muttered, "All in all, the most important thing now is that you, the 'mastermind', must be exposed to Rosetta."
Gawain was silent for two seconds before he exhaled softly and looked into the distance. "That's right …"
"Do we have to deal with the public opinion as soon as possible?" Amber asked. "Typhon may make a fuss about it. Although I don't think they have any clever means in the 'public opinion' aspect."
"You can do as you see fit," Gwen said casually. "You should be very experienced in this aspect."
"Understood."
Amber nodded. Then she saw that Gwen had no intention of continuing. She could not help but ask, "Besides, your involvement in the Eternal Sleep Congregation's activities in Typhon's territory has been exposed. There should be other reactions from Typhon's side. The trade plan and the ambassador plan that we have just agreed on …"
"Trust me, the business will continue as usual. The ambassador will continue as usual. Typhon and Cecil will still be good neighbors." Gwen smiled and glanced at Amber. "As for the private matters … Anyway, we have a lot of spies infiltrating each other. Your Military Intelligence has been sending excellent officers. How many Typhon spies have we caught in the eastern and northeastern provinces? "
Amber rolled her eyes. "It's barely enough to build a city. It's more than enough to form a mining team."
"Isn't that enough?" Gwen smiled faintly. "It's just a daily life in a big country. Of course, Rosetta Augustus will be more vigilant against us than before. In the future business orders, he will probably impose some restrictions. But overall, what about it? Behind the peace agreement, neither Typhon nor Cecil really despised each other. It's just that in the face of enough national interests, everyone has a tacit understanding. "
Seeing Hu Po's thoughtful expression, Gawain only exhaled softly. He didn't say anything else, but he was thinking of something else.
What he and Amber talked about was only at the level of the two countries. But in terms of personal matters, he did not know how Rosetta Augustus felt about him, an "extraterrestrial wanderer".
There was only one thing he was sure of. He could not expect a person like Emperor Rosetta to be fearful and nervous in the face of a so-called "extraterrestrial wanderer".
It was more likely that Emperor Typhon did not treat him, an "ancient hero" who "uncovered the coffin", as an ordinary human from the beginning. Whether he was a human or a ghost under his skin was probably meaningless to the ruler of Typhon.
Because Gwen himself had the same mentality —
The Augustus family that ruled Typhon had been entangled with a certain "curse" since two hundred years ago. And behind this curse, people always associated it with the spiritual corruption of the gods.
Rosetta Augustus also had his own "little secret" behind him. Whether this little secret was related to the spiritual corruption of the gods, and which gods were involved, although Gwen was curious, it would not affect his dealings with the Empire of Typhon.
Because national interests required it.
"What did you think of?" Amber's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Gwen's wild thoughts. He turned his head and saw a pair of big Amber eyes looking at him. "Why do you suddenly look so serious …"
Gwen suddenly felt emotional and casually said what was on his mind. "People who sit in the position of ruler are often no longer 'human'."
Amber suddenly looked stunned and then scratched her face. "Although I also feel that your position is not for humans, but you said it so frankly that I don't know how to continue the conversation …"
Gwen: "… That's not what I meant."
"That's more or less the same thing." Amber waved her hand indifferently and then quickly caught up with Gwen's footsteps. She muttered, "I say, can't you walk slower? Is this the speed of a stroll? "
Gwen looked down at his own footsteps and then glanced at Amber who was trotting beside him. "I thought you happened to be on a morning run …"
Amber's pointed ears immediately stood up and blue veins appeared on the side of her ears. "… I can't keep up with you!!"
Gwen: "…"
…
When the freight train from the Typhon Empire sped towards the White Sand Hills under the sun, on the banks of the Gorgon River, which had gradually thawed and the water level was about to fill up. On the vast plains outside Pompeii, another train was also rolling on the newly built track and speeding towards the south.
The red-haired Asalena was sitting by the window. She stared at the trees and relay poles that were flying past outside with curiosity in her eyes.
She had been to this human kingdom, to the south of this kingdom, twenty years ago.
Today, twenty years later, everything here gave her a sense of novelty that she had never imagined.
It had only been twenty years.
The Dragonmark Witch withdrew her gaze and looked at Sir Golos sitting opposite her. "You see, this thing is indeed much faster than the earth dragon beasts …"
The beasts of burden that the Dragonkin rode were all left in the north. Those traditional means of transportation had completed their mission, and they were not adapted to the climate and soil of the southern kingdom. Cecil had prepared more convenient and advanced means of transportation for the guests. At first, Sir Golos was quite skeptical about these rumbling machines, but now it seemed that the knight was enjoying it.
"I don't know how Cecil made this thing," Sir Golos said with curiosity in his voice. "If they can operate in colder places, that's a good thing …"
"But it's not easy to get them to travel through the mountains in the north," Asalena said. "The Duchy of Holy Dragon doesn't have many plains."
"This can be solved for the Dragonkin, can't it?" Sir Golos said with a smile. "The key is whether Cecil sells the technology and how they sell it. From the attitude of your old acquaintance, they seem to be happy to sell these new things to the public, as long as the price is right."
"Sir Golos, I didn't know you were a businessman." Asalena looked up and down at Sir Golos. "And when you said the word 'old acquaintance' … you seemed to be implying something?"
Sir Golos was expressionless. "That's your illusion, Lady Asalena."
"I hope so." Asalena looked out of the window again. "Ah, it seems that we are about to cross a checkpoint in the mountains …"
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