After confirming that the communication was secure, Gwen did not hide the situation from Heti. Instead, he directly told her about the information he intercepted in the dream about the Eternal Sleepers.
This obviously surprised Heti on the other side of the communicator.
"… They should be studying the Abomination, and most likely looking for an opportunity to release it. The so-called great evolution they are pursuing is most likely to turn humans into monsters." Gwen slowly came to his conclusion. "Currently, we do not have the ability to go deep into the wasteland to investigate the situation, and we do not know how the members of the Endgame survived in the wasteland environment. At this stage, we should focus on the cultists hiding in the human world …
"No need to send out additional warnings to the Captical and the Eastern Region …
"Pay attention to all merchants and migrants from the north. Strengthen quarantine and divine inspection. Set up more magic sensor towers at the border …
"Order the White Sand Mining Company to monitor the area from the White Sand Hills to Solin Castle. Focus on collecting clues about plagues, missing people, cult rituals, and so on. Report back immediately if there is any situation."
Gwen arranged the things that Heti needed to pay attention to one by one. The work gradually became organized.
He wanted to send another warning letter to the Captical and the Eastern Region, but in the end, he decided not to do more.
Firstly, he knew the efficiency and nature of the traditional nobles in the north. He had just sent out a warning a few days ago, and more warning letters would not improve the effect. Secondly, he could not describe the cultists' movements in too much detail in the letter sent to the north. He could not explain his source of information, and it would only make the Endgame realize that Gwen Cecil was the one who eavesdropped on their communication, and indirectly let the Eternal Sleepers know about the loophole in the mental network and the invasion of the extraterrestrial wanderers. Thirdly … compared to the action of the northern nobles, he trusted his own team more.
After that, he would let Amber select the best military intelligence officers to work with Cecil's Chamber of Commerce in the Whitsunday Plains to directly collect and monitor information on the cultists' activities in the north. Those military intelligence officers were experts at stirring up trouble and flipping tables. If they found traces of the cultists, they just had to make a big deal out of it and it would naturally attract the attention of the local lords. It was the best way to get the inefficient traditional nobles to take action.
But if that still could not stop the cultists from wreaking havoc … then Gwen could only leave the northern nobles to fend for themselves.
The power of the Duchy of Cecil was limited, and so was the influence of the Duke of Cecil. Sending out an alarm, sending out intelligence agents to carry out investigations, and pressuring the royal family and the Eastern Region was the limit of what he could do. He had neither the legal authority nor the ability to directly intervene in the situation of the Holy Spirit Plains or the Eastern Region. Even if he did intervene, it was more likely that the situation would explode in an instant, and the Duchy of Cecil would be involved in the whirlpool of civil war.
At that time, the repair and reinforcement of the Great Wall would be over, and that was the most unbearable price.
Heti listened to the arrangements of the ancestor one by one. She could hear the limitations of these measures and could understand the concerns of the ancestor.
After all, the Duchy of Cecil was still a duchy and could not reach out to the north.
After arranging these things, Gwen thought for a short while. His expression did not relax at all. Instead, it was more serious than before.
Heti paid attention to the changes in the ancestor's expression and asked carefully: "You're worried that the conspiracy of the All End … will be more serious than spreading the plague?"
Gwen nodded seriously: "They're not just a cult."
In the minds of most people, the All End was just a cult, something that was mixed in between the horror stories of the countryside, wizard legends, and myths. But Gwen, who had dealt with them a few times and knew their history, did not think so. This was a dark cult that was' of the same age 'as the human countries. They had a deep foundation and vast influence. They possessed profound and unfathomable biochemical technology and planned obscure and dark schemes. They had even infiltrated the ruling class of the nobles in the past few hundred years. In this era, with the degree of centralization of power and governance, a dark cult like the All Things Will Die Cult could almost topple the order of the kingdom.
"They have been hiding in the shadows of the civil war in Ansu. Their shadows are in the East, on the battlefield, and I even suspect that Typhon's action against the Ansu has their shadows," Gwen continued. "So, we have to look at them from a higher level and make a better arrangement."
Heti seemed to smell a trace of iron and fire from Gwen's attitude, which made her subconsciously hold her breath. "… You mean …"
"Convert all the goods and materials paid by the royal family and the East into tank production lines. Send all the mechanized troops, except for the necessary southern garrison, to Firmrock Fortress and the Gilan area." Gwen made arrangements according to the worst-case scenario in his mind. His tone was serious and as cold as the wind. "Adjust the production plan of the first tank factory. All the tanks produced by the fourth to eighth production lines will be equipped with heavy burners. Also, inform Nicholas to complete the lightening of the White Knight's heavy burners as soon as possible, and make a model that can be used by ordinary soldiers as soon as possible."
This was Gwen's arrangement.
Who cares about the complicated conspiracy of the dark faith? At worst, it was just a flood of steel.
The armored troops opened the way with the burners, and it was done with brute force.
"Yes."
Heti responded in a low voice and nodded hard.
Indeed, it was the smell of iron and fire.
After the communication was hung up, Gwen gently rubbed his eyebrows and recalled in his mind whether there were any omissions in his arrangement.
Fire was the best weapon to deal with the Fallen Druil, and the overwhelming fire with magical power was the best weapon of all.
The Abominations were a kind of creation with magical power, but no matter how magical they were, they were still organic in nature. Even if the Fallen Druil had great ability and tons of black technology, they could not change this nature. According to the information provided by Kamel and Pitman, using fire to deal with them would be very effective.
Even if the Abominations created by the Everything's End had magical magical properties and could resist the burning of natural flames, the heavy burners made by Cecil also spewed out "magical fire" with magical power. As long as there were enough of them, the Abominations could be burned.
But the thing that the cultists were studying … was the Abominations really the only thing? Could it be that they had a bigger conspiracy?
Bertilla Augustus, the earliest member of the Typhon royal family, one of the strongest human Druil priests, and once the most devout and the most determined Life Protector.
If Selena Geerfen was the spiritual guardian of the pioneers, the harbor that sheltered people's souls and dreams, then Bertilla Augustus was undoubtedly the "Saintess of Healing" of the pioneers. She had once selflessly healed everyone, from the nobles to the commoners, and thousands of lives were extended because of her. She had once devoutly believed in the Nature Gods, even if all her prayers were not answered. And the thing that left the deepest impression on Gwen was the sentence she would say most often after her unanswered prayers:
"Although God did not answer me, He did bring us the miracle of healing life, and this miracle is still in our hands. I am not praying to Him, I am just thanking Him. "
Then, if such a "Saintess" knew the truth, if she fell and became a dark priest … what would she pursue?
Gwen quietly combed through Gwen Cecil's memories, and speculated about Bertilla, or the ultimate goal of the entire Everything's End. He had to block out the emotional factors that might affect his judgment, such as his good impression of Bertilla, so that he could better analyze.
Half an hour later, he stood up from behind the desk and came to the window covered in alchemy resin, and looked into the distance.
He saw the hazy illusionary light of the magnificent wall, the swirling dust whirlwind in the wasteland, and the gloomy and chaotic sky. At the end of his sight, he could vaguely see a magnificent tower, standing quietly in the chaotic and hazy background of the dust and the sky.
That was another sentry tower, located to the east, on Typhon's side.
Regarding the civil war in Ansu, Gwen was almost certain that Typhon was one of the biggest driving forces behind the scenes, and in Emperor Typhon's actions, he could also smell the scent of the Everything's End.
Daniel had reported that he had seen two identical twin elves by Rosetta Augustus' side, and this was exactly the same as the pair of elven sisters that Gwen saw in his dream last night.
He had contacted Daniel through the mental network in the latter half of last night, and showed the image of the elven twins to him, and received a positive reply.
Then, Emperor Typhon, who was directly connected to the Everything's End … Would he know of Bertilla Augustus' existence? Would he be in contact with him?
And the distance was not that far.
Gwen returned to his desk, wrote a letter, stamped it with his seal, and sent Amber to find the elven messenger, Sonia.
"I want to ask you to deliver a letter." Gawain looked at the curious Sonia, who had rushed over in a hurry, and handed her the letter that had just been sealed with wax. "You don't mind helping, right?"
Sonia took the letter from Gawain's hand curiously, but she did not activate her spiritual power to read the letter. Instead, she raised her eyebrows and said, "I'm a messenger, and delivering letters is part of my job. But where is this sent to? You even stamped it with the complete emblem of the duchy … "
Gwen replied frankly. "Typhon's camp, to Rosetta Augustus. I'm going to pay him a visit."
Amber, who was watching from the side, was stunned. "Huh?!"
"Ever since the Great Wall was built, and the breath of the wastelands separated the kingdoms, the kingdoms on the continent have not worked together for hundreds of years." Gwen sat behind his desk, his face solemn. "This is a big event for humans to work together again, the first time they are united after so many years of isolation. Now that Typhon's camp and Ansu's camp are so close, I think it's necessary to pay a visit to an old friend. This is a necessary attitude."
Sonia was touched by Gwen's righteous attitude. She could not help but take a long look at her old friend, as if she could see the time seven hundred years ago when people did not distinguish between each other, race, and work together. She gladly agreed to Gwen's request, and said that the letter would only be sold at half price.
Her reward as a messenger was free, but Gugu wanted to eat meat, and flying across the wastelands at such a close distance, Gugu also needed psychological counseling.
Considering that Sonia was indeed the best messenger at the moment, and the cost of sending a team of Cecil messengers across the Belt Plain would only be higher, Gwen did not say anything.
After Sonia left, Amber came up to Gwen and looked straight into his eyes.
Gwen's righteous words to Sonia were indeed touching, and could even be included in the textbooks of the academy. But Amber did not believe it.
Old Zongzi was very bad. Every time he spoke righteously, there was always a conspiracy behind it that would make some unlucky person bankrupt. Count Hosman's body had not been collected yet.
"Are you going to ask Rosetta Augustus face to face about Bertilla Augustus?" Amelia speculated about Gwen's intention based on what she knew. "That simple and crude?"
"Of course not. Rosetta Augustus has connections with the Everything-Without-Everything Cult. What I'm doing is equivalent to telling the cultists that I'm the one who hacked their communication system." Gwen shook his head. "I'm just going to observe, confirm something, and then … see if I can do some business."
Amber did not know how Gwen suddenly changed the topic. "Do business?"
Gwen smiled. "Yes, do business — international trade."
This was indeed his purpose, and it was not an idea that came out of nowhere.
He had long planned to contact Typhon. Although Typhon was Ansu's destined opponent, and Typhon was ready to devour Ansu's flesh and blood, Gwen, a 'transmigrator', did not mind doing some 'business' with Typhon as long as the Ansu and Typhon had not gone to war.
It was like a war before a war.
Amber blinked. She saw a familiar smile on Gwen's face. His smile was no different from usual, but she knew that when the old man smiled like this, it usually meant that he was hatching another scheme.
And he was not spitting bones.
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