The dragon descendants left with a document representing the establishment of formal diplomatic relations between the two countries, as well as a series of business plans, diplomatic plans, technological and cultural exchange plans.
The official news of establishing diplomatic relations with the Duchy of Holy Dragon soon appeared on the streets of Cecil City, in every province and city covered by the Empire's new communication network, in the broadcast of the magic net, and in the newspapers of the citizens. It became the topic of conversation for the citizens in the next few days, the investment inspiration for the merchants in the next few months, and finally the career of the governors and clerks of the Empire for many years to come.
The days were getting warmer, and the fields outside the city were covered with greenery. The wind from the plains and hills was no longer chilly. Only the smell of summer was getting more and more obvious day by day.
A breeze blew across the open landing field, and the black Giant Dragon flew across the sky and landed smoothly in the area marked with white reflective paint. The side of the black steel armor was flowing with light, and the waste energy accumulated from various limit tests was released into the air through the crystal lattice structure, forming an unstable and heaty cyclone around the Giant Dragon.
When the cyclone gradually dissipated, Rebecca, who was wearing a white short robe over her skirt, and Sonia, who was wearing a light green hunting suit, walked up to Maggie, who was checking the equipment with her head down.
"Beautiful flight, Maggie!" Rebecca said with a happy smile. "Especially the acceleration at the last stage!"
"But still, it didn't break the 'missile limit'." Maggie shook her head and said with some regret. "I felt that it was just a little bit more, but the magic power always dissipated at the last stage of acceleration …"
"Yeah, just a little bit more." Rebecca scratched her head. "It was not a problem in the Origins laboratory … but why couldn't it break through the speed limit?"
Sonia, who was from the Silver Empire, was currently the ambassador between Cecil and the Silver Empire, and also served as the consultant of Cecil's aircraft project. Hearing Rebecca's nagging, Sonia could not help but shake her head. She said softly with a hint of emotion, "The speed limit of flying objects … it is also a problem that has troubled the elves for many years."
"Apart from the 'Instantaneous Magic' such as the Ray Spell or the Lightning Spell, and the 'Pathless Spell' such as the Curse Spell and the Illusion Spell, there's an upper limit to the speed of all the spells that require physical flight, such as missiles, fireballs, and icicles …" Maggie gently moved her huge body and lay on the ground bit by bit. Using a more comfortable distance, she said, "The name 'Missile Limit' is quite appropriate."
"We elves are actually more used to calling it the 'physical flight speed barrier'," Sonia said. "Because it is not only magic flying objects that encounter this speed limit. According to our thousands of years of observation and statistics, no flying creature in nature can break through this speed limit. Even the Giant Dragon seems to be unable to break through this speed limit. All physical objects have a limit. This is our conclusion."
Rebecca blinked and held her head, a little perplexed.
Testing the limits of flight height and speed of existing flight technology, and looking for a breakthrough direction, this was the next exploration goal of the Institute of Magic Engineering in the field of aircraft. And the team led by Rebecca had already carried out a series of tests. They were here today to test the speed limit of the Steel Wings, and the test results were as disappointing as ever.
"If we can't come up with any results, the ancestors will be angry … at least we have to find the reason …"
"Let's do it again." Maggie suddenly perked up and raised her head. She looked at the green wilderness in the distance and the even more distant Dark Mountain Range, her voice slightly raised. "Let's do it again!"
Rebecca looked at Maggie a little worriedly. "Don't you want to rest?"
"I've rested enough. Dragonkin's recovery speed is much faster than you humans, and most of the time it's the machine doing the work," Maggie said with a smile. "And I want to do it again. The Month of Resurgence is coming to an end, and I can see that the Giant Forest in the distance is flourishing. There's a beautiful scenery over there, I want to fly over there and take a look ~"
Rebecca listened to Maggie's description of the scenery and her mood immediately brightened up (she was always in a good mood). She too looked at the scenery in the distance with a happy smile on her face. "It's true. Everywhere is green. As expected of the last week of the Month of Resurgence … Well, let's do it again. Ah, I suddenly have an idea! "
"An idea?" Maggie was first startled by Rebecca's last exclamation, but she quickly remembered that Rebecca's ideas were always novel and interesting. "What idea?" she asked curiously.
"Can you bring a magic net terminal that can record images up there, and take a video of the Giant Forest and the Dark Mountain Range from the sky?" Rebecca gestured excitedly. "You see, although we have the dragon knights, but it's still difficult for ordinary people to have the opportunity to experience the feeling of flying in the sky, and they don't even know what the land they've been living on for generations looks like. You record a video, and we'll send it to the magic net broadcast center. Miss Keppel will be very happy."
"Magic net image huh …" Maggie was stunned for a moment as she listened to Rebecca's wild idea, but she quickly caught up with the idea and smiled with 28 fangs and half a meter wide. "Good idea!"
…
On the Imperial Avenue on the east bank of the Gorgon River, a convoy painted with the emblem of a sword and a plough was passing between the river bank and the plains.
"We're already far away from Cecil City, so far that even the magic train can't cover the distance." The red-haired Dragon Mark Witch Asalena glanced at Sir Golos sitting by the window and said helplessly. "If you really can't bear to leave, you should talk to Maggie more when you're in Cecil City. Don't say you talked a lot, I mean the kind of father and daughter who sit down and talk about daily life, eat dinner and play chess together, and get along like a normal family, not like a meeting between a superior and a subordinate."
"I …" Golos looked away from the window and opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only wave his hand. "I tried …"
"That's true, I can see that you've tried." Asalena shook her head. "You've learned how to joke and chat from others over the years, and according to what I know about you, the few days you spent with Maggie in Cecil City should be the most harmonious days you and your daughter have had in the past few decades."
"You can say that." Golos thought for a moment, and said with a hint of helplessness and relief. "She's willing to smile at me."
"That's a gift … Forget it." Asalena waved her hand halfway through her sentence. "It's already very good, after all, everyone's situation is different."
Sir Golos was silent for a moment, and suddenly felt relieved. He smiled a little and looked out of the window again, but he did not look at the south that had been left behind. His eyes swept over the vast plains on the east bank of the Gorgon River, the vast wilderness bathed in the sun and the breeze, the rivers and lakes with abundant water, and the rolling mountains in the distance. Between the rivers and the wilderness, there was smoke rising, and there were metal towers shining in the sun.
He had lived in the capital of Cecil City for half a month, and this half month seemed to have passed the most obvious period of seasonal changes in the human world. The temperature was rising, the plants were flourishing, and all social activities and construction projects were busy. When he first looked out of the window at the Holy Spirit Plain, there was still a trace of bleakness left in the world. But this time, when he looked at the wilderness, it was full of vitality.
He could not help but sigh. "The seasonal changes in the human world are so obvious. It's almost always winter in the Duchy of Holy Dragon, but the two seasons here are like two different worlds. I still remember that the plains were bare last time, but now there are farmland in the same place. "
"Perhaps we should be more surprised that this land was once destroyed by war." Asalena shook her head gently. "We are passing through the main polluted area during the civil war in Ansu. The Cecil people are rebuilding here. Those farmland and settlements were built in the past year. They built the road on this side of the river to transport supplies and people to the reconstruction area. It's not only the change of seasons that has turned this land upside down, but also the people of Cecil who believe that they can rebuild their homeland. "
"… Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Duke Balogel thinks that the Empire of Cecil is worth making friends with," Sir Golos said in a low voice after two seconds of silence. "After Gwen Cecil established the new order, the people of this country dare to challenge anything in order to live a good life."
Asalena did not speak. She just followed Golos' gaze and looked out of the window. She saw the plants and the river on the plain receding. She saw a camp built by the reconstructors in the past winter disappearing into the undulating wilderness.
…
A convoy drove by on the Imperial Avenue in the distance. Further away, they could vaguely see iron towers, cranes, and other engineering facilities lined up along the river bank.
A tall man stood on the high ground at the edge of the camp, silently looking at the distant river bank. He was wearing the grayish-blue work clothes often worn by the reconstructors of the Holy Spirit Plain. His exposed arms, neck, and a small part of his face were wrapped in white gauze bandages.
On the areas that were not covered by the bandages, there were scars left by the fading of the Crystal Cluster structure, and there were even crystals that had not completely faded.
The grayish-blue work clothes were issued by the engineering team. The style was very simple, but the quality of the industrial fabric from the Typhon Empire was superior. In the olden days, the poor people could not get a new set of clothes even after a few years. Such new clothes were already very good for many people.
The bandages on the body were to cover and treat the "sequelae" of the Crystal Cluster infection. Although the terrible infection would no longer spread, the scars and crystals left on the body still affected the lives of many healers. The Druil of the Empire was trying to find ways to reduce these sequelae. Now, they could at least reduce the residual crystals and scars on the body surface of the healers by half. In order to cooperate with the treatment, the "bandages" became one of the distinctive features of the healers in the Reconstruction Area.
Suddenly, footsteps came from the side. The tall and silent man turned his head and saw a dark-skinned man in the same work clothes walking towards him.
"Number 32!" The man waved at him. "You're really here?"
"It's not time for work yet, right?" the man called Number 32 said in a muffled voice. "Do you have other work to do?"
"All you can think about is work," the dark-skinned man laughed and teased. "You must be confused. Did you forget that we have half a day off this afternoon?"
Number 32 was silent for a moment and shook his head. "… I forgot."
"What are you looking at?" The dark-skinned man walked over and looked in the direction that Number 32 was looking at. He smacked his lips and said, "Heh, not bad … The railway engineering team from the river bank has already pushed here. I'm afraid they will be able to build the road to Saint Sunil before autumn …"
"It's very fast … It took many years to build a road from Talon to Solin Castle."
"You're talking as if you've done it before." The dark-skinned man glanced at his partner and patted him on the arm. "Don't stand here in the cold. Hurry back to the camp. There's something good for you this afternoon. I'm here to call you. Otherwise, you'll miss it."
"Something good?" Number 32 frowned. His face that was covered with bandages, scars, and crystals could not help but have some doubts. "What good thing?"
"Hey, how do you say it again … benefits! The benefits that the higher-ups have fought for for us! " The dark-skinned man smiled happily. "I won't tell you first. Come with me, and you will know when you see it with your own eyes!"
While talking, he pulled Number 32's arm and walked towards the camp. The latter could only follow behind with doubts. They passed through the open space outside the camp, passed through the gate of the Reconstruction Camp, and walked towards the auditorium next to the residential area. The auditorium was a place that could accommodate everyone. The people in charge of the camp would gather everyone there for a meeting and announce the work plan or the situation of the supplies. There was also a 'teacher' sent from Pompeii there to teach the workers literacy, arithmetic, and 'social order'. Everyone was no stranger to the auditorium. It was the most important place in the camp other than the warehouse.
Many people had already gathered in the auditorium.
Number 32 followed his partner and walked forward with everyone in confusion. He heard someone beside him talking about the 'magic movie drama', and someone mentioned the 'new technology from the south'. His partner finally stopped keeping him in suspense. The cheerful man, who was said to be from the Fertile Woodlands, said with a smile, "Today, we are going to show the magic movie drama. Do you know about the magic movie drama? It is a drama that is played with magic technology. Back then, only the aristocrats could watch the drama! Now, we can watch it too, and we can watch it for free … "
Number 32 listened to his partner's introduction and bragging. He was sure that this guy had never watched the so-called magic movie drama. What he was bragging to him now was mostly what he heard from someone else a few minutes ago.
But this kind of bragging was not tiresome.
He nodded cooperatively as a response to his partner's bragging. Then, he looked up and looked at the outer wall of the auditorium not far away. There were many people moving around, and there seemed to be a huge colorful canvas hanging on the outer wall wrapped in thin iron sheets.
Number 32's gaze froze.
He saw a young man standing in the picture, wearing armor from the old era, holding a longsword with both hands. Behind him was a dark plain, but a ray of sunlight shone down, illuminating the young man's face, plating a layer of light on that distinctive armor.
The whole painting had a typical southern style — realistic figures, heavy colors, full of abstraction and obscure symbolism of the landscape.
There were huge letters printed on the canvas, and the name of the painting seemed to be "Fire Beacon".
The person who created this painting must be a great master.
The people in the painting were so detailed.
(A friendly recommendation for a book, "The Daily Life of a Coder to Save the World". The author is an old reader who has been following us since the Xi Ling era. Many of the original readers should know him. Old Shen should know about it too. =.)
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