Even the knowledgeable Gwen and the neurotic Rebecca would often have the same thought every time they talked to the sirens about their 'lifestyle'. 'What are you talking about? What are you talking about? What the f * ck did you just say?'. The behavior of these deep-sea, saltwater psychopaths was always beyond the expectations of normal humans. Even abnormal humans were surprised.
Listening to Tyre's nonchalant words, Gwen was stunned for two seconds before he came back to his senses. In the end, he let out a long sigh. "Is this really something that carbon-based creatures can do?"
Before Tyre could say anything, Hao Ren took over the topic. "Forget it. You guys are not carbon-based anyway. You guys are more like concubines. Let's not talk about this. Now that communication has been restored, Antaverne should already know the result of the war."
"Yes, I have sent the news," Tyre said with a serious face. She did not feel that she had said anything that was not serious. "Her Majesty Petia, the Lord of the Deep, has asked me to convey her congratulations to you on the Alliance's final victory, as well as her respect and gratitude to the brave frontline soldiers. This friendship of fighting side by side will forever remain in the hearts of the people of the deep sea."
Gwen was not used to Tyre, who usually slept like a log, suddenly speaking to him in such a serious' diplomatic language '. But he knew that this represented the solemn attitude of the Lord of the Deep, so his expression turned serious. "Also, please convey my respect to Her Majesty Petia. In fact, the Alliance should be the one to express their gratitude. The expeditionary force from Antaverne played a vital role in this victory."
"We are also doing this for the sake of our queen and the peace of the deep sea. If those lunatics suddenly succeed, it won't be just the world on the land that will suffer." Tyr laughed, and the tip of his tail relaxed and wagged beside him. "Also, there is one more thing I want to tell you. It's good news."
Gwen raised an eyebrow. "Oh? What is it? "
"Because of the friendship formed in this war, the need to deepen the understanding between the land and the deep sea, and the reality of living together on the same planet, the siren kingdom has decided to build a closer relationship with the land races," Tyre said, scratching his chin. "This is what Her Majesty said. To put it bluntly, the sirens are now very interested in your 'alliance'. If there is no problem with the arrangement, we hope to participate in the upcoming post-war conference on the Tarash Plain."
Gwen's eyes widened slightly. In a moment of astonishment, he felt that the news had shocked him even more than "General Vanessa's expeditionary army was blown up by a cannon, but after returning home, she won the collective creativity award and was asked to do another one at the year-end cultural performance." He had imagined countless times before that the powerful and mysterious sirens, an 'extraterrestrial civilization' that had isolated themselves in the deep sea, would become an ally of the mortal kingdoms. But he did not expect this day to come!
But he was only stunned for a moment before he quickly reacted with a heartfelt smile on his face. "Of course, of course, this is not a problem. As I said a long time ago, the alliance always has a place for friendly friends. What's more, you have sent an expeditionary army in the previous war. There should be a place for you in the post-war conference on the Tarash Plain."
At this point, he smiled and continued, "Actually, the Sirens have always been a mysterious group to the various races living on the continent. However, other than this' mystery ', you have a friendly and … reliable image in the hearts of the various races on the continent. Please tell Her Majesty Petia that the alliance will always welcome the ambassadors from the deep sea to attend the conference on the Tarash Plain at any time. "
Tyre felt that Gwen seemed to have paused when he said a certain word, but he had no evidence.
Rebecca, on the other hand, suddenly thought of something and asked casually, "Say, when will your emissary arrive? The Tarash Plain Conference is going to start soon. It won't be easy for you to swim over from the deep sea … Do you still use the elemental transition tunnel? "
As soon as Rebecca's voice trailed off, Tyre pointed at himself with the tip of his tail and said seriously, "I am the ambassador. I'm telling you now, I'll be ready to leave soon. Madam Heti said that she will prepare a dragon calvary for me to send me to Tarash …"
Gwen was shocked again. "… That works?"
"I'm surprised too." Tyre looked innocent. "I thought the queen just wanted me to pass a message. But she suddenly said that she had discussed with the Royal Advisors and let me be the plenipotentiary ambassador of Antavern to Cecil and the alliance. The reason is that I have been here for several years and am familiar with the environment. And the elemental transition tunnel needs a lot of energy to open, so she thinks it's expensive to send an ambassador here …"
No matter how Gawain listened to this deep-sea salted fish's words, it sounded like "a poor social worker who tried to slack off during a business trip only to be assigned as a regional representative by his boss because the boss thought it was not worth it to pay him two salaries". Gawain immediately expressed his deep understanding and sympathy for Tyr's experience, and tried very hard not to laugh out loud.
"Your race is really … messing around." In order to cover up the corner of his mouth, Hao Ren quickly used a sigh to smooth the topic. "But that's good. You have been stationed on the land all these years and have been responsible for communicating between Cecil and Antavern. Now you are just an official ambassador and a representative of the alliance conference. We are more familiar with each other both professionally and personally. Alright, we'll be waiting for you here. Have a safe trip. "
After saying goodbye to each other, Dawn of the Earthly World cut off the communication with the capital. The edge of the spacious deck fell silent again. Rebecca looked at the sea of clouds in the distance and said thoughtfully, "I didn't expect that the sirens would use this opportunity to establish formal diplomatic relations with a land nation … Last time, my aunt told me that with their slow and sluggish temperament, it would take many years for them to do so. It seems that it is as you said, friendship built on the battlefield is the most trustworthy. "
"No, for the communication between countries, 'friendship built on the battlefield' is not enough." Hearing Rebecca's muttering, Gwen smiled and shook his head. "There may be a very important reason why the sirens finally decided to join the alliance — the alliance has shown its value in this war. Whether in the field of technology, economy, or culture, at the national level, only friends with exchange value will become allies. Without exchange value, at most, they can only be 'friends' forever.
"The sirens are a very advanced civilization. Although they are now in a difficult situation and face many difficulties in surviving in this world, they are still the most advanced civilization on the planet in terms of technical strength — even far more advanced than Tarlonde's Giant Dragon. For the sirens, the former Loren countries have always been similar to the primitive people who had just shaken off ignorance. It may sound bad, but for an 'alliance' established by the primitive people, they may help or get along as friends, but there is no need for them to 'join.'"
Rebecca was obviously not good at thinking in this field, but she still tried to keep up with Gwen's train of thought. "So … the alliance is not 'primitive' to the sirens now?"
"I think at least we have left the 'primitive' stage." Gwen shrugged. "In fact, even now, the land countries are certainly not comparable to the deep-sea civilization, but at least we have proven our development potential and long-term value of cooperation, and the sirens … as a long-lived race, they understand the 'long-term value' very well."
Rebecca was deep in thought, and Gwen's voice continued to be heard. "… As for me, I am curious how the addition of the sirens will affect the Theocratic Council …"
…
Deep in the Shadowy Courtyard, under the huge golden oak tree, Amoun, who was closing his eyes to rest, suddenly opened his eyes and shuddered.
"What's wrong, Old Deer?" The next second, the voice of the Goddess of Magic, Mirmina, came from the side. "Did you get kicked offline by that little spider again because you were playing cards for too long?"
"I wasn't playing cards, I was just resting. I've been bleeding for half a month, and I still haven't recovered." Amoun looked up at Mirmina. "Just now, I suddenly felt … nervous and cold, as if something very exciting was about to happen. Strange, it's the first time I had such a feeling."
Listening to Amoun's nagging, Mirmina, who was not very concerned at first, suddenly became serious. She stared at the giant deer lying under the golden oak tree. "Nervous? A feeling that came out of nowhere? Did you have a premonition of something? "
The 'intuition' of the strong was often not just intuition, and Amoun, as the former God of Nature, had some keen 'premonition' of things that pointed to him, so Mirmina was serious at first, but before Amoun could answer, she suddenly shuddered.
"What's wrong with you?" Amoun looked at his' roommate 'in surprise. "I'm just shuddering, why are you shuddering too?"
"I don't know why, but I'm also … 'nervous'," Mirmina said in a strange tone. "It's like something very exciting is about to happen … But it's strange, I don't feel any danger approaching. It doesn't seem to be a really dangerous or malicious thing, but … it's like something is about to happen."
The two former gods suddenly quieted down, and after a few seconds of silence, they said in unison, "Should we report to the Board of Governors?"
As their voices trailed off, the atmosphere became a little awkward. Two seconds later, Mirmina broke the silence with a strange tone. "It's a weird feeling, I never thought that one day I would get used to this kind of … life, it's a little …"
"It's pretty good, isn't it? 'Life' — what a luxurious and beautiful concept. "Ah Mo 'en laughed, and his nervousness seemed to have eased a little." Be more vigilant these days. Maybe something will really happen, but it's more likely to be a small matter that's more frightening than dangerous. Speaking of which, where have you been? Why are you only back now? And your aura … is very messy. "
While Amoun was resting with his eyes closed, Mirmina's aura had left the courtyard, and only now did she return, and at this moment, her aura … seemed a little unusual.
"I went to the Deep Realm." Milmina hesitated for a moment before she told him frankly. "I followed the trajectory of the Sentinel's spaceship and roughly explored it. During that time, I got close to a few areas of the divine kingdom that had been explored. Maybe … I got a little closer."
Amoun's eyes widened when he heard this, and he almost jumped up from the ground. "Are you crazy? 'A little closer'?! You've been probing the critical points of other divine realms when you're in the deep realm, aren't you afraid of directly triggering those divine realms? Aren't you afraid of being killed on the spot by automatic counterattack? You're no longer the 'Goddess of Magic' in her heyday! "
"Didn't I come back safely? I know what I'm doing." Mirmina spread out her hands. "I mainly want to make sure that I'm safe and whether the other divine realms are affected after the sentinel's disappearance. After all, in the past many years, the gods' cognition has been interfered with by the sentinel's' masking system ', and they have never been able to' see 'the cruiser. Now that this masking has disappeared, maybe … some god will gradually notice and recall the scene of the sentinel's spaceship hovering above their heads and react to it. "
As she spoke, she sat down next to Amoun with her back against the trunk of the golden oak tree, and her long purple-black hair fluttered in the air. "Mortals can't do this kind of thing. You're an old deer who has been bleeding for half a month. Enya hasn't hatched yet, and Naretil and Duarte can't leave. Of course, only I can do it."
"… Well, it's always in our nature to do our duty, whether it's human or divine." Ah Moen listened to Milmina's words and could only lower his eyelids helplessly. "So what did you find? After the sentinel left, what changes have happened in the deep realm? Are there any abnormalities in the realms of the other gods? "
"The sentinel has indeed disappeared. Although I did not find the 'mother port,' I have found the farthest end of the cruiser's route that the mortals had explored and observed there for a long time. I can confirm this," Mirmina said slowly. "As for the realms of the other gods … there is no abnormal change. The departure of the sentinel does not seem to affect anything. Just like how the firmament had monitored the mortal world for countless years in the past, the sentinel system is limited by the original design of the Navigator. It is also just a 'silent and invisible recorder.' Whether it is there or not, the operation of the gods themselves is not affected, but …"
"But?"
"I suspect that the other gods should have noticed and recalled the presence of the sentinel, but they did not show it." Mirmina's expression became a little more serious. "Or rather, they could not show it to 'me', an EsGod.
"When passing through the realms of the Three Gods of Fertility, I can be sure that at least one of the three gods suddenly looked outside the divine kingdom. At that time, they were following the law of thought to carry out the 'endless harvest feast.' You know, the goddess' behavior is very abnormal under such circumstances. Other than that, when passing through the realms of the God of Commerce, although I did not see Baofer himself, I can be sure that there was a gaze from the Emerald and Golden Castle. The gaze first looked at me, and then it should have focused on the 'surveillance position' where the sentinel once hovered for a short time. I can feel the trajectory of the 'focus' triggered by this gaze moving in the deep realm. "
Amoun slowly opened his eyes wide. "This … is a little interesting."
(End of Chapter)
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