The summer wind was swirling between the buildings in the city. The clear and open sky seemed high and far away. Amber sat on the edge of the clock tower and looked at the visitors from the deep with curiosity. "I heard that you are not the natives of this world. What is it called in the words of the magicians? 'Aliens'. Is your whole race from the alien world?"
"This is not a secret. At least, we Sirens have never hidden this fact. We will frankly tell every race or civilization that we come into contact with. However, the civilizations on the land are short-lived, and it is difficult for them to pass on things that are too old. We only come into contact with the civilizations on the land occasionally. That is why you scholars on the land always think that we are too mysterious, and even a little dangerous."
Tyr said unhurriedly, the tip of his tail swaying in circles in the air, looking relaxed and relaxed.
"It's true that we are not the natives of this planet, but we have been here for many, many years … To put it bluntly, us' outsiders' have lived on this planet longer than most of the so-called 'natives' on your land. But this means nothing to us, the sirens.
"We come from a very, very far away place. In fact, even we don't know how far our hometown is from here. We landed on this world in ancient times with a crashed spaceship. Too many strange and bizarre phenomena happened during that disastrous voyage. Some of us are scholars who have survived from that era. They still haven't been able to decipher the root cause of those phenomena and find the location of our hometown.
"Isn't it a bit too far away to tell you this?"
Tyre suddenly stopped and looked at Amber. He seemed a little embarrassed.
"To be honest, it's hard to listen to it … but it's not to the extent that I don't understand." Amber blinked. "I know that the magicians are fascinated by the stars since ancient times. But until now, I haven't heard of any powerful magician who can really 'throw' himself out of this planet. No matter how powerful the flying spell is, there is a limit. It is said that the higher the altitude, the more chaotic and dangerous the magic environment is. Rebecca is trying to build a flying machine that can fly very, very high. It is said that she wants to try to use the idea of magic technology to break through the limit of the flying spell and see what the world under our feet looks like … "
As she spoke, she could not help but look at Tyre from head to toe. Her voice was filled with disbelief. "You said that you came to this world in a 'spaceship', so at least your existence proves that there are indeed other worlds in the stars, and there is — at least there was once the technology to travel in the stars?"
"Of course there is. There are other worlds, and there is technology to go there." Tyre laughed. But soon he stopped smiling and sighed. "Unfortunately, after so many years, we have not succeeded in repairing the spaceship, nor have we seen any other race in this world successfully leaving this planet … The second point is especially strange. It is as if there is an invisible barrier on this planet. This barrier has not stopped anyone, but everyone died before they touched this barrier."
Amber's pointed ears twitched subconsciously. Her expression was a little strange. "Have you … told His Majesty about this?"
"Of course, he is even more curious than you," Tyre said casually. "Long before you were interested, he had already asked me about everything about the sirens."
"… Then do you mind telling me what your 'spaceship' looks like?" Amber asked curiously. "How does it fly?"
"I'm afraid this is of no reference value to your technical system. And I only know the general idea. After all, I'm not a professional technician."
"It's okay. I'm just curious. Of course, if you don't want to tell me, then forget it."
Tyre glanced at Amber and saw that her big Amber eyes were indeed shining with curiosity. She could not help but laugh. She stretched and said lazily, "Well, I've just slept anyway. There's still a while before my next nap … If you have nothing to do, then I'll tell you about how we live in Antavine."
…
Kamel floated into the assembly workshop. The sound of machinery running and personnel responding to commands immediately came from all directions.
He looked not far away and saw a large group of people busily working around a large piece of equipment. The equipment had a long acceleration track, and judging from the interfaces at both ends of the track, there were more acceleration structures waiting to be connected. A large number of magic capacitors and overload devices were fixed around the track, and a lot of dazzling devices were being connected to the main body of the equipment one by one.
A balding middle-aged man was directing the staff at the scene. He had a serious look on his face. The only remaining hair on his head was wet with sweat and was reflecting the light together with his scalp. But he obviously did not notice these minor issues. The work in front of him was very important, and it was worth the balding man to temporarily forget his hair problem.
Kamel floated over and greeted the man when he noticed him. "Marlin, how's it going?"
Marlin Leslie bowed to Kamel and then raised his hand to point to the acceleration device next to him. "As you can see, our previous design has been overturned. The melting of the continuous acceleration track is a big problem. We are redesigning the balance between these tracks. This time the progress is very smooth. Maybe we can do the next acceleration test in a few days. "
Kamel nodded slightly.
The middle-aged man named Marlin Leslie had a noble surname, and in fact, he was born in a noble family. Viscount Leslie, the governor of Tanzania City, was his uncle. But as a member of the nobility, Marlin was obviously more willing to deal with knowledge and technology.
As a senior and capable member of the Magitech Research Institute, he led a second-level team. Their mission this time was to find a way to solve the 'extreme acceleration device'.
This device was a key part of the 'high-speed aircraft project'. It was initiated by Rebecca, the head of the Magitech Research Institute, and handed over to Marlin and his technical team to complete.
This was how many projects in the Magitech Research Institute now worked. As the person in charge of the Magitech Research Institute, Rebecca's energy was limited. Even if she had many ideas, there was a limit to what she could focus on at one time. So as the research and development projects became more complex and more varied, and as the technical staff became more abundant, she began to divide many projects into second-level laboratories or independent research groups. Until now, almost all of the more basic and short term research and development tasks were completed by senior researchers like Marlin. The relevant honors and rewards would naturally belong to these teams. And the projects that Rebecca and Kamel were personally in charge of accounted for less than twenty percent of the research and development tasks under the Magitech Research Institute.
And this twenty percent was the real long term, cutting-edge content.
Apart from that, Kamel and Rebecca would also regularly inspect the various project teams to confirm the progress of the various tasks. Just like today.
"Her Highness Rebecca is in a remote meeting with the technical exchange representative of the Silver Empire. She will come after the meeting," Kamel said to Marlin as he paid attention to the technical staff's work. "I saw the report when you activated the acceleration device last time. While the device melted down at the time, according to the records left by the monitoring circle, the accelerator should have been infinitely close to the 'missile limit' before it lost power?"
"But we still couldn't break through." Marlin shook his head regretfully. "And after that, we also found that the surface of the accelerator had very serious elemental erosion damage. This is likely caused by the inside of the guideway not being able to release the waste energy in time. In the case of extreme speed, many things have developed beyond our expectations. There are still many things that need to be adjusted and perfected."
"Take it slow." Kamel's voice was low and slow, with a reassuring tremor. "Success always needs to be accumulated through repeated failures."
Listening to the trustworthy words of the ancient great mage, Marlin nodded solemnly. Then he wiped the sweat on his head. When he touched his bald scalp, he seemed to be depressed for a moment, but soon he regained his spirit and once again devoted himself to the calibration and assembly of the acceleration device.
…
Gwen put down the work at hand, stretched his slightly stiff shoulders, and then took a deep breath, got up and came to the window.
The sun was shining outside the window, and the bustling city came into view.
Everything was finally on the right track, and a rare period of stable development was coming to Cecil. With the establishment of a series of diplomatic relations, the smooth promotion of overseas commercial activities, and the gradual recognition of the new name "Cecil" in the surrounding countries, more and more merchants, students, and travelers were coming here from afar. Cecil's merchants and envoys were also slowly spreading to the Augulay tribal nation, the northern countries, and even the Typhon Empire.
Magic technology broke the barriers built by the old production order, liberating the productive forces from the land in large quantities. What followed was the prosperity of commerce and the circulation of "people", and all this brought about cultural exchange and the inevitable impact on the relationship between countries. The originally distant and unfamiliar countries would lose their mysterious aura with the introduction of products, and the appearance of foreigners with the products would further broaden people's horizons. Whether people were willing or not, the walls between countries, races, and civilizations were being attacked, and the once idyllic situation that seemed beautiful and peaceful but was actually isolated and closed was being challenged.
The civilians in Cecil's hinterland also began to come into contact with the gray elves, the Red Valley people, the dwarves, the orcs, and even the fairies, and more and more humans were appearing in the homeland of these races. Of course, all this was just the beginning, and the communication only happened on a small scale, but there was no doubt that this was the situation that Gwen wanted to see.
If possible, he hoped that this period of stable development could continue for a long time.
A soft knock suddenly came from the door of the study, interrupting Gwen's reverie. He heard Betty's voice coming from outside the door, "Your Majesty! We have a visitor! "
Compared with a few years ago, the little maid's voice now sounded much more mature and steady, but it was only her voice that matured and steady. When using words, Betty still had a sense of impudence and lack of "solemnity" from time to time.
Gwen smiled, turned around and let Betty in, and said casually, "There shouldn't be any visitors today. What kind of people?"
Betty, who was wearing the royal maid's dress and slightly taller than a few years ago, thought for a while, nodded and said, "They are the guests that you said can be specially announced, Miss Melita, and the one who came last time … the other lady!"
Obviously, she had forgotten the name of the other lady. But after a few years of growing up, she could no longer confidently say that she had forgotten the name of the other lady.
"Melita and Noretta? The two of them came together? " Betty's forgetfulness did not prevent Gwen from extracting useful information. After learning that two senior agents of the Mithril Vault came together, he subconsciously frowned and said, "And they took the initiative to come here …"
Then he temporarily put aside some doubts in his mind and nodded slightly to Betty. "Let them in first."
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Betty bowed deeply and trotted away. Not long after, Gwen heard two rhythmic footsteps coming from outside the corridor.
A moment later, Melita and Noretta appeared in front of Gwen together.
"I'm sorry to disturb you," Melita took a step forward and said politely as usual, "I hope it didn't cause you any trouble."
"It's okay, I welcome friends at any time," Gwen nodded and said, "I just didn't expect two senior agents of the Mithril Vault to visit at the same time … Did you bring anything?"
He suddenly noticed that Noretta was carrying a heavy looking suitcase in her hand and could not help but ask curiously.
The sudden visit of two agents at the same time with such a large suitcase made him vaguely aware of some unusual signals.
And … he did not know if it was an illusion, but he sensed a familiar aura from the tightly closed suitcase that seemed to be made of some high-level magic material.
"Then let's make it short." Noretta stepped forward and put the suitcase on the ground. "Our first task this time is to return something to you — something that you've lost for many years."
As she spoke, she activated the locking mechanism on the suitcase. Along with a soft click, the lid of the suitcase made of precious magical metal automatically opened, revealing the contents inside.
A shield that had seen the vicissitudes of life and was covered with scars.
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