The prying and faint warning from the soul gradually faded away, but Melita and Noretta did not fully recover until a few minutes later. At this moment, the powerful Giant Dragon also clearly recognized a fact: even if dragons were the masters of the sky in the eyes of mortals, and were the superior supernatural creatures in the legends, but in essence, dragons … were just a race of mortals.
"Is this … a direct warning from God?" Noretta bit her lip and frowned. "It's a different feeling from the soul punishment, but it's just as uncomfortable …"
"This is just the lightest 'warning'." The voice of the president came from the Throne of Mind. It sounded like he was older. "Children, you don't want to face the real 'warning' from God."
After a few seconds of silence and hesitation, Melita could not help but ask, "… What is that signal? Why is it something we should not listen to? "
President Andal looked at the young Blue Dragon deeply.
Melita was one of the more outstanding ones among the younger generation. She was also one of the more daring ones. Years of living in the human world had allowed her to develop a different personality from the other dragons. This also allowed her to ask a question under such circumstances.
But the Dragons needed such a young generation.
"In this world, every race only has one chance to look up at the starry sky." The old president lowered his head and looked at the two young Giant Dragon. His voice was low and deep. "If you miss it, you miss it forever."
…
Helagol bowed his head respectfully and humbly. The middle-aged Dragon Priest stood beside the blonde goddess. He pursed his lips tightly as if he did not dare to say a word.
The graceful goddess stood at the end of the balcony of the palace, under the twilight sky. She looked down at the kingdom ruled by the Giant Dragon from the temple near the clouds. Her eyes did not seem to fall on anything specific, but Helagol, who could feel the power of God, knew that at that moment, there were many transcendental, incomprehensible "eyes" staring at the direction of the Mithril Vault and the headquarters of the Council. Similar gazes had not been seen for many years.
"My Lord," Helagol maintained a humble posture for a long time before he spoke in a low voice. "Maybe it's just a rash action of some of the younger ones …"
The air was filled with suffocating silence. Helagol could almost hear his own heartbeat. But after a few seconds of silence, the blonde figure at the end of the balcony finally spoke. Her voice sounded gentle and calm. "Don't be nervous. I can distinguish between intentional offense and unintentional mistakes.
"It's just a little accident. A young dragon came back from the outside, but she did not know what she brought back. This mistake should not be punished."
Hearing the other party's indifferent answer, Heragol finally felt relieved. However, he didn't notice that the blonde figure at the end of the balcony revealed a complicated and inexplicable smile. The smile seemed to be full of helplessness.
"She" raised her head and looked at the sky in the distance. Her gaze seemed to penetrate the clouds and atmosphere and cast into the depths of the starry sky.
"Signal …" the Dragon God said softly as if talking to herself, but her words gradually made Helagol, who had just relaxed, tense up again. "The human civilization on the opposite continent … has created some surprises. It's called the Cecil Empire, right? Helagol — its ruler is a human hero who came back from the dead? "
"Yes, my Lord," Helagol immediately replied with his head down. "His name is Gwen Cecil. He was active in the northern part of the Loren Continent 700 years ago. He came back from the dead a few years ago."
"Oh … come back from the dead. How can mortals come back from the dead so easily?" The Dragon God smiled and shook her head. "He … may be an interesting person. I'm beginning to be curious about him."
…
Sitting in front of the desk that he was most familiar with, a warm summer breeze blew into the room through the open window. It was a pleasant and relatively peaceful summer afternoon, but Gwen suddenly shivered inexplicably.
Heti, who was sitting beside him sorting out some documents noticed this and immediately asked with concern, "Ancestor, what's wrong?"
"Nothing." Gwen shook his head, but there was a puzzled look on his face. "I just suddenly felt a chill, like I was being watched by something … weird."
Gwen's tone was calm, but Heti immediately became serious and looked at Gwen with a serious face. "The intuition of a Legendary champion? You felt a malicious prying? "
"No, it's not that serious …" Gawain looked at Heidi's serious expression and shook his head, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "It's probably because I was distracted for a moment. I didn't feel like I was being snooped on, let alone malicious intent."
"It's better to be cautious." Heti was still serious. "A Legendary champion like you often has a very strong intuition, and when it comes to your own safety, this intuition is even close to the legendary 'foresight'. Now that the country has just gotten on the right track, all the key projects and projects are at a critical juncture. Who knows how many enemies are hiding in the dark, looking for a chance to sabotage. I suggest that we strengthen the security in the capital, check the people coming in and out, and prevent assassinations. "
"That's a bit too much …" Gwen looked at his great-granddaughter, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. "How can we mobilize so many people just because I shivered? And in terms of security, there's Amber and her MIB personnel, and Solderlin's Steel Rangers, there's nothing to worry about."
Heti thought for a moment and realized that her reaction was a bit excessive. "You're right. But it's not bad for you to be a little more vigilant. "
"Okay, okay, okay, I'll be careful." Gwen waved his hand. At this moment, he suddenly felt like an old man being nagged by his juniors. While he was feeling helpless, he saw that Heti still wanted to say something, so he quickly beat her to it. "You're not young anymore …"
Heidi choked back all the words she was about to say.
"We can talk about security later." Gwen smiled and shook his head. "Let's talk about the matter at hand. There's news from Typhon. Our neighbor … is most likely about to discover the function of the Inverse Change Formation. It won't take long for them to make a breakthrough in communication technology and other technologies that require the use of mixed divine and arcane energy. "
Gwen said casually, but Heti's eyes widened in an instant. "Inverse Change Formation?! Typhon's people are cracking the Inverse Change Formation? "
"Don't be so surprised." Gwen glanced at Heti and said calmly. "While the Inverse Change Formation is the technology of the ancient Gondor, it's only the idea that's advanced. The technology itself and the implementation process are not complicated. We have a lot of equipment that uses the Inverse Change Formation, and some of them will fall into the hands of Typhon sooner or later. Furthermore, after the incident with the Narrator, Typhon's people are also harvesting the technology of the Eternal Sleepers. They will inevitably encounter the problem of incompatibility of divine runes with other runes, and they will naturally realize that Cecil has solved this problem. They will guess that there's some kind of 'conversion technology' behind this, and will certainly begin to study it."
At this point, Gwen paused and shook his head with a smile. "Lastly, not all the smart people in the world are in Cecil. Typhon has its own talent pool. And from the perspective of accumulation, they probably have more talent than we do. "
"… But this is too fast." Heti frowned and said in disbelief. "Even if the technology of the Inverse Change Formation is simple, the key is the idea … If the idea is not right, the project will be delayed for years. How could Typhon's people have locked on to the key of the problem in such a short time, and even started to make targeted … Argh! Damn it, it's those traitorous bishops! "
Heti suddenly understood something, and a faint anger appeared on her face. She thought of those bishops of the Eternal Rest who chose Typhon, and those bishops who were in the technical field.
The corresponding authority allowed those bishops to have a lot of technical information, and the inevitable chaos in the early stages of the evacuation of the Eternal Rest Congregation gave those bishops who had the intention of defecting to Typhon the opportunity to inquire about Cecil through various channels. They may not have been able to get the core secrets, but the technicians were always good at deducing technical ideas from some external information. They may have guessed some of the principles of Cecil's magic net communication, and these things became the gifts of the bishops of the Eternal Rest who stayed in Typhon when they defected to Rosetta Augustus.
Gwen naturally thought of these things, but his attitude was calm, and he even had a smile on his face. "Don't be so angry, this is a situation that should have been expected.
"And the word 'defection' is not accurate. Strictly speaking, the Eternal Rest who moved to Cecil with the archbishops are the real 'defectors'. For those who stayed in Typhon … their actions are considered as' abandoning the darkness for the light '."
"Ancestor." Heti could not help but look at Gwen. "Are you still in the mood to joke at this time?"
"What kind of critical moment is this?" Gwen shook his head. "Relax, Heti. You are good in all aspects, but this overly tense attitude needs to be changed, it will make you more tired. As early as when the Eternal Rest Congregation split internally, and the technicians went to Cecil and Typhon, we have already expected today's situation. A large number of R&D talents and ready-made technical results fell into the hands of Typhon, and the latter is an old empire with a deep heritage and a large number of talents. It is reasonable for such a degree of sudden technological breakthrough to occur.
"On the other hand, the situation is not as serious as you think. Although communication technology is of great significance, and can greatly improve the overall strength of Typhon, the distance a technology needs to go from the laboratory to society … is very far."
Heti blinked and looked into Gwen's eyes.
Gwen nodded and said unhurriedly, "Our Mana Net communication is not only based on the runic group of the Eternal Rest and a simple inversion circle. It also involves a large number of fields of engineering, machining, materials, and runic logic, as well as the institutional adaptation and the intervention of interests in countless related fields. Each of these problems is a challenge for Typhon, just to name one example … Typhon once spent a huge amount of manpower, material resources, and time to build a communication system between the major cities and various military bases in the country. Do you know what this means?"
Heti slowly showed a thoughtful expression.
Gwen did not wait for Heti's reply and continued, "It means that hundreds of thousands of families have invested money in those communication towers, which means that hundreds of thousands of merchants, nobles, and extraordinary individuals are sharing the profits of those towers. The main manager and operator of those towers is Typhon's Royal Association of Mages, and mages are not untainted. Magical research requires a huge amount of financial support, and a report from the Military Intelligence Bureau last year mentioned that nearly one-third of the annual income of the entire Typhon Royal Association of Mages comes from those communication towers they control …"
Heti frowned slightly. "You mean …"
"The newer communication technology of the Magic Net is indeed more advanced than the communication towers, but before the people of Typhon completely solve the problem of cost, the gap between the two has not reached the point where the former can completely replace the latter. The Magic Net is good, but the communication towers have been laid out on all the main lines, and it's not that they can't be used … This is the biggest contradiction." Gwen smiled. "We have conquered this land, abolished all the privileges of the old nobles, and built the Magic Net from scratch. We don't need to face this contradiction, but what Rosetta Augustus is doing is' peaceful transformation '. Typhon's national communication system does not completely belong to the royal family, the nobles, and the mages. It's a cake shared by all forces, and this is a big problem."
The corner of Heidi's mouth twitched, and she said leisurely, "Then it seems that Emperor Rosetta will have a headache watching his parliament wrangling under the triple spires again."
But soon, Heti could not help but shake her head. "Regardless, Typhon has still mastered a new technology. Their wrangling is only temporary, but improvement is inevitable. And the people of Typhon are not fools, and Rosetta Augustus is a smart man. They know what's really important."
"Yes, Typhon will improve." Gwen nodded. He then paused for a moment before slowly saying, "But it's not a bad thing …"
…
Deep in the cathedral of Louen City, in the large library that housed countless precious books, Priest Severn Terry, dressed in a simple white robe and without any crown, was walking slowly between the towering and quaint bookshelves. The other treasurers and attendants in simple short robes were busy around him, carefully counting, recording, and moving the ancient books in and out. There were also clerks who set up tables in the open space between the bookshelves to register, transcribe, and classify the books.
Sorting, protecting, and restoring ancient books was a long, complicated, and difficult job. It was a test of patience, but it was also an obscure job. What Severn Terry, the former progressive pastor of Louen City, was doing here today was the sorting and restoration of the church's library.
He had been doing this work for two years since he received the order from the Cecil family.
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