It was the end of the Moon of Frost, but Oldenheim welcomed a rare sunny day. When the mist dispersed, the sun, which had not shone on the Imperial Capital for a long time, shone into the city. Even the long and deep corridors of the Royal Association of Mages suddenly had some natural light other than the magic lights. The sunlight shone through the narrow old crystal windows, casting slanted light beams between the walls and the roof. The light beams floated on the portraits hanging on the inside of the corridors, creating distinct light and shadow on the faces that had long passed away and brought glory to the Association.
However, the people who hurried past the light and shadow obviously had no time to enjoy the long-awaited warm sunlight.
Sorcerers in all kinds of robes hurried through the corridors. These big shots, who were full of wisdom and high status in the human social structure, were more or less worried now. Those who liked to chat the most in the past were not in the mood to chat, and those who were usually the most optimistic and cheerful were now tense. The people in this building were still maintaining their daily work and the operation of the Association, but they were obviously not in the mood to think about anything else.
Daniel, in a black robe, walked among these people with a hunched back. His gait was no different from usual. As an old mage who was usually a little gloomy, he was always particularly eye-catching when he walked into the Association in the past. However, almost everyone was gloomy today, and he seemed to be in harmony with the surrounding atmosphere.
The old mage looked up and swept his eyes across his worried "colleagues". There seemed to be a hint of sarcasm at the corner of his mouth.
Of course, he knew why these people were worried. As early as two days ago, he knew the truth behind everything. It was an unimaginable truth, and even he couldn't help but shudder when he first found out. But now, he had calmed down and was still able to coldly observe the various states of these mediocre people.
A god had "fallen", and the situation was under the master's control. The divine residue left by the Goddess of Magic was still in the form of experimental specimens sealed in the neural network. Last night, he went to see it as a researcher … It was not a big deal.
Daniel walked through the depressing corridors and entered the main mage tower of the Association. Without anyone informing him, he came to the study of the president of the Association, Windsor Mappel.
The oak door, powered by magic gears, opened with a slight creak. Daniel stepped into the room and saw his former apprentice sitting behind a large desk, seemingly absorbed in some documents. There was no one else in the room except for a not-so-smart looking magic puppet, who was cleaning the dust on the bookshelf.
Windsor Mappel sensed the presence of the person in the room and immediately looked up from the documents. When she saw Daniel, a smile appeared on her face. "Mentor, you're here."
"I don't like to come to this place. There are stupid faces everywhere," Daniel muttered and found a seat in the study. "You'd better have a good reason for me to come here. I put down the experiment at hand to come here."
"Of course, I won't bother you." Windsor Mappel had long been used to her mentor's unforgiving way. Her tone was still gentle. "You must have known the situation in the Association recently. The situation of the Goddess of Magic is abnormal, which makes all the mages feel uneasy."
Daniel looked up at Windsor and said, "Don't tell me that you're one of the people who feel uneasy. I don't remember you being a devout person."
"Of course, I'm not affected too much. I still remember what you taught me. Mages are seekers of truth. We should rely on the wisdom and exploration of mortals, not the grace of a certain god." Windsor nodded. "But many mages other than me are affected. Although there has been no backfire due to mental instability, the abnormal situation of the Goddess of Magic has affected the mentality of most people and indirectly affected the progress of many research..."
Daniel frowned. "I've been away from the Association for many years. Do you think I'll come back to care about the psychological state of those people?"
"Of course I know that. But this matter is no longer a matter of the Association. It has affected all the mages, even all the spellcasters who have a shallow belief in the Goddess of Magic. Our Majesty needs the capable and prestigious mages in the Empire to stand up and do something to... calm this storm."
As Windsor Mappel spoke, she handed the document she had been reading to her mentor. The document flew up under the support of magic and landed lightly in front of Daniel.
"What's this?" Daniel asked casually as he took the document with a hint of curiosity on his face.
"Before you start reading, I want to give you a... reminder," Windsor said with a solemn expression. "What I'm going to tell you is confidential information. It may be unbelievable, but this information was given to me directly by His Majesty. His Majesty personally vouched for its credibility. Please be... mentally prepared when you listen."
Daniel had a strange feeling in his heart, but he still maintained a poker face and said casually, "You know I don't like riddles."
"Okay." Windsor Mappel took a deep breath and said word by word with a serious expression, "The Goddess of Magic... may have fallen."
Daniel was speechless.
Yeah, what's wrong? I knew it two days ago. Yesterday, I was still studying the ashes with my colleagues. And the word "fallen" is not accurate. Strictly speaking, it's just a fake death.
"You're serious?" Daniel raised his eyebrows. After a brief and reasonable astonishment, he showed a look of surprise and expressed a questioning attitude that should be in this situation. "Although I've taught you not to be too reverent to the gods, this topic is not good material for jokes."
"I knew you would have such an attitude." Windsor Mappel still maintained a serious expression. "But the news is true. Although I don't know how to verify whether a god has really fallen, His Majesty obviously has a way to confirm this."
Daniel quietly stared at Windsor for a few seconds, then withdrew his gaze and looked at the document in his hand.
The content was the draft announcement about the fall of the Goddess of Magic and a plan — and Daniel was no stranger to them.
"We'll announce this news at the same time as the Cecil Empire. In this regard, His Majesty has reached an agreement with the neighboring country. For this, we need a group of prestigious and influential mages and scholars to do this. And your prestige and influence in the field of magical engineering is unquestionable, "Windsor Mappel said solemnly." After this, there will be a grand ceremony, this ceremony — "
"This ceremony will let everything settle down. The fall of the Goddess of Magic will no longer be a mess, but a conclusion," Daniel said, interrupting Windsor.
This was the master's plan, which had been decided two days ago. But at that time, this plan seemed to be limited to the Cecil Empire.
But now it seemed that the master had succeeded in persuading the ruler of the Typhon Empire to push this matter into the Typhon Empire. This was, of course, a good thing, because the Typhon Empire had the largest number of mages in the world. If the master's plan worked here, then this "closing the coffin" action would undoubtedly have a better effect.
Windsor did not know what was in her mentor's mind, and of course, it was impossible for her to know that her mentor had known most of the situation two days ago. But she was not surprised by her mentor's words. A sharp-eyed and experienced old man could certainly see the meaning behind this matter. If her mentor could not understand why the rulers of the two empires would go through so much trouble to do this, then there would be a problem.
She looked at her mentor and asked with some expectation, "So … what is your wish?"
"Of course, I'm happy to." Daniel returned the paper in his hand with a smile on his face. "I'm happy to serve His Majesty. And this matter itself seems to be a bit meaningful."
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"Typhon has responded quite positively to the signal we released, including the joint announcement of the fall of the Goddess of Magic and the corresponding farewell ceremony." Gwen looked at Amber beside him with a smile on his face. "I thought Rosetta would take a longer time to consider. After all, this is information from his' opponent ', and it involves a very dangerous god."
"The Church of the God of War in Typhon is already not very optimistic. Rosetta certainly does not want the Goddess of Magic to create a second wave of crisis. The plan you gave is the most effective way to settle the matter and stabilize the situation. Accepting your invitation is only good for him," Amber said casually. "As for why he responded so quickly … this is indeed quite surprising, but I think he should have his own sources of information that can confirm the authenticity of our information."
The cold wind of late autumn blew through the path between the flower ponds. The sun shone on her face, and her pair of Amber eyes seemed to be glowing, looking sparkling.
It was early in the morning, a relatively leisurely time. Gwen was taking a walk in the garden as usual, and Amber was trotting beside him as usual.
The latter seemed to have gotten used to this. First, she gave up trying to catch up with Gwen by walking, and secondly, she gave up protesting against Gwen's walking speed. Anyway, running was not difficult for her, and her two short legs were quite fast.
"The Augustus family has been entangled with the 'curse of the gods' for two hundred years. Rosetta knows the true side of the gods as well as I do. When it comes to matters involving the gods, his cooperation with us should be considered sincere." Gwen nodded. "According to the plan, we have to set up a temporary coordination office to ensure that the memorial ceremony goes smoothly. At the same time, we have to increase our influence as much as possible so that everyone can clearly know what happened. Then this news will be spread throughout the human world through the respective commercial networks of the two countries by the merchants … and even the countries of other races outside the human race.
"This is the first time in history that humans have buried a god. If we can successfully turn this incredible thing into a 'normal thing,' then it will be easier for the people to accept when other gods have problems in the future, and there won't be so much social unrest.
"Of course, before that, we have to officially announce the fall of the Goddess of Magic. The 'funeral' can be delayed, but the news can't be delayed. It's been two or three days, and the mages are getting more and more uneasy. Uneasiness will lead to rumors, and when the public takes the rumors as the truth, the effect of the official announcement will not be so good."
"Don't worry, we're already doing it. We have gathered the most prestigious people in the mage circle and set up an investigation team with great fanfare. Now everyone is waiting for news from the investigation team," Amber said. "The day after tomorrow, they will come up with an 'investigation conclusion' and announce the fall of the Goddess of Magic together with Typhon."
As she spoke, she could not help but look emotional. "Speaking of which, this is really incredible … We're actually doing this with Typhon."
"Everyone is equal in the face of the divine disaster. The God of War has met with an accident, and the Goddess of Magic may have also smelled the danger and chose to escape at this time. I'm afraid that the 'countdown' is really coming soon … It seems that the current generation is inevitably caught up in this crisis, and I'm afraid that more gods will meet with mishaps in the future." Gwen shook his head. "In the face of such a disaster that transcends countries and races, joint action is the best choice. This is the first cooperation between Typhon and Cecil, but it won't be the last … It will probably be a reference in the future. "
"You're going to set up some kind of normal joint agency?" Amber guessed Gwen's intention almost instantly. She blinked. "A multinational organization specializing in dealing with the affairs of the gods?"
Gwen looked at her with some surprise. "… You're getting smarter."
"Of course …"
Gwen was already used to Amber's arrogance and complacency. Ignoring her at this time was the best way to deal with it. So he looked away and continued to walk forward. But after a few steps, he suddenly stopped.
Amber, who was trotting behind him, suddenly bumped into his arm.
"Oh my god …" the half-elf exclaimed. "Why did you suddenly stop … Eh? An acquaintance? "
A dignified and elegant figure in a lavender gauze dress was standing in front of Gwen, smiling at him.
"Good morning." Melita Pânia, who came out of the blue, bowed slightly to Gwen. "I hope my sudden intrusion did not cause you any trouble."
"I'm not troubled, but I'm surprised that you came to me on your own accord." Gawain was a little surprised as he looked her up and down. She was not wearing a veil this time, and her complexion had obviously recovered completely. She did not look like she had been severely injured the last time. He could not help but sigh, the Dragon race's physique was really good. "What's the matter?"
Melita took a deep breath and said solemnly, "I'm here to invite you again."
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