Dark Mountains, High Point Observatory.
The telescope group pointing at the majestic wall adjusted a slight angle, and the sky-bright light curtain in the distance reflected a hazy ripple on the lens. Against the background of the light curtain, a thin layer of light floated over the vast black forest and the corrupted plain. The mist, the mist is curling and transpiring, like a layer of ever-changing phantom.
The tall monitor turned around and reported to Gao Wenhui who was standing behind him: "The brightness of the magnificent wall is normal, and the signs of overload have been confirmed to subside."
Hetty and Amber were also at the scene. The former was standing beside Gawain at the moment, but the latter had already got behind the telescope curiously, looking at the barrier in the distance through the lens group, and listening to the monitor's report, Amber followed suit. Yelling: "It really looks like it's back to normal!!"
"It has been more than forty-eight hours since the barrier was restored, and there has been no sign of overload during this period," Hetty looked at Gawain. "The strange whistling sound has no ancestors. It seems that the wall has been restored."
"Recovery? It won't recover, it will only continue to decline, and now it's just temporarily calming down." Although Gao Wen was also relieved, he didn't dare to be as optimistic as Heidi. It is almost impossible for the countries of the world, even for the elves... I doubt whether they have the ability to build a new sentinel tower now. Now this barrier is temporarily supported, maybe the elves Find a way to use some special means to restart the key system, but the decline and damage of the system as a whole is an irreversible fact."
Gawain said calmly, and the memory from Gawain Cecil showed him this cold fact. According to Gawain Cecil's memory, long before the elves completed the last Sentinel Tower, the person in charge of the barrier design The elven magisters once warned the heads of human countries that the barrier was built using the "ancient relics" of the elves. Its core components are almost irreproducible, and once damaged, they cannot be replaced.
For the past 700 years, this barrier has been sailing in a sea full of storms like a giant ship full of scars and repairs. There are no spare parts, no way out, and there is nothing in the vast sea that can make it dock for repairs. The port, it can only continue to age and damage. Engineers have patched one after another on its engine that is about to stall and the shell that is about to crack, but they are only delaying its sinking.
Those who built the barrier back then, and those who experienced the second development, everyone knew this fact, but no one thought that until the barrier reached its limit, people still could not find a way to completely solve the magic tide, and the pollution in the wasteland of Gondor was also It didn't dissipate completely, and people didn't even think that this barrier built with the strength of all countries might not even survive the first millennium.
And what's worse... Humans, this short-lived and complex race, have probably forgotten what kind of doomsday is locked inside this wall.
"Continue to monitor, and cancel the alarm after 24 hours," Gao Wen made the final decision, "This observation station will be set as a key site, and a shift of manpower will be added to monitor the movement of the magnificent wall in the future."
Hetty bowed her head deeply: "Yes."
Anyway, life goes on.
After returning to the Lord's Mansion, Gao Wen walked into the study room, took out a piece of letter paper from a pile of letterheads, and began to write a letter in his own hand.
Amber leaned over to take a look curiously: "What are you writing?"
Gawain couldn't help but glanced at this half-elf who had no self-consciousness and rules: "Can you be a little disciplined? Although you know me very well, this is at least the secret letter written by the lord himself. Did you come here to read it directly... "
Amber waved her hand carelessly: "Hey, I don't know you yet, if this is really a secret letter you don't want to read, you would have slapped me on the wall..."
Gao Wen: "..."
How do you feel that this guy is quite proud of being photographed on the wall? Do you take pride in resisting beatings like Rebecca
At this time, Amber had already seen the beginning of the letter written by Gawain, and the goose raised its eyebrows and made a surprised voice: "Ah, it was written to Saint-Sunil?"
Gao Wen didn't raise his head: "There is a change in the grand wall, I have to remind them."
Amber had a strange expression on her face. She hesitated for a moment, but she couldn't help but said, "Do you think they will listen to you? They didn't respond much after you reminded them. This time they are fighting a civil war, and I'm afraid no one cares about the South." The voice of the past has passed."
It is true that Cecil has just made a big deal with the Royal Army, and the revived Cecil family has actually returned to Ansu's stage of power, but the "inertia" of the noble circle is a terrible thing. Do you really care about Gao Wen's reminder
Before the fire burns on their own heads, every nobleman thinks that he is the safest. This is their disposition, and this disposition is determined by the fact of the system of separation and separation.
The rise of the Cecil family may make them pay more attention to every move of Gawain, the powerful duke, but this "emphasis" is more of a kind of vigilance, and it does not mean that they will also pay the same attention to Gawain's statement about the abolition of the Duke. Rather, it is because of the rise of the Cecil family and because of Cecil's reunification of the southern border that they will be more wary and wary of any warnings issued by Gao Wen to them. Made up a lot of conspiracy theories out of thin air.
"To be honest, I didn't expect them to care about this." Gawain shook his head when he heard Amber's words. "But this is my responsibility. I am protecting the Duke."
He wrote this letter to fulfill his responsibilities and fulfill his obligations after inheriting the body of Gawain Cecil, but he did not mention another reason: he wanted to ensure that all his future actions would be as good as possible. Without leaving a stain, he cannot give future opponents an excuse to attack him.
Amber looked at Gao Wen with weird eyes, she felt that she really couldn't understand the old rice dumpling's thoughts, but it didn't matter, this guy was full of strange thoughts, and there were not many people could understand.
If she herself slept in a coffin for seven hundred years, her brain would probably be worse than Gawain's.
Gawain finished writing the letter, carefully sealed it in a paint tube, sealed it with wax paint, and handed it to Amber who was standing aside: "Send someone to the Rock Fortress, and ask Sir Walder to send someone to the capital. "
"Why don't you just use the magic net to send a copy to Rock Fortress?" Amber asked curiously while taking the letterbox, "This will take many days."
"This kind of letter must be the original copy written by your own hand. This is for safety, and... the Saint-Sunil gang may not recognize the duke's seal on the copy," Gao Wen shook his head helplessly, "The government affairs department adapts to the document. The transmission system has been in use for so long, and I haven't fully gotten used to it yet, and you can't expect San Sunil City to do better than the Municipal Department at this point."
"Tch... Those old stubborn people, compared to them, I think they seem to have been lying in coffins for seven hundred years."
After thinking about it for a while, Gao Wen always felt that there was something wrong with Hu Po's praise, but he couldn't find any fault...
At this moment, the voice of the little maid Betty suddenly came from outside the door, interrupting his conversation with Amber: "Master! Master Pittman is looking for you!"
Gao Wen was startled, then he vaguely guessed something in his mind, and quickly said, "Let him in!"
The door of the study room opened, and the old druid hunched over with a smile on his face walked into the room. The little old man had a smug smile on his face. After entering the door, he said, "Lord, I have brought good news."
"It seems that the test of the nerve cord has been completed?" Gao Wen said with a smile as expected, "It seems that this emergency state of panic has not affected the progress of your research."
"Once the door of the research institute is closed, who cares about the flood outside," Pittman said nonchalantly, "If the researcher doesn't even have this bit of concentration, he might as well go home and plant potatoes as soon as possible."
Immediately afterwards, he paused, and then said: "I have installed the newly-made nerve cord on the equipment that Kamel tossed, do you want to go and have a look?"
"Of course," Gawain suddenly got up, and then looked at Amber, "You also..."
Amber didn't wait for the other party to reach out to clamp herself, and said: "Of course I have to go with you to see, and I'm also very curious about the 'psychic network' that you have recently studied!"
Soon, Gao Wen and Amber came to the Institute of Magic Technology. In the laboratory specially set up for "Neural Interaction Connection Technology", the brand new connection device had been placed on the round table in the center of the laboratory.
Kamel and Rebecca stood next to the connecting device, and a dozen technicians in white robes were busy around, checking the condition of the connecting device, or checking the condition of other rune arrays connected to the device.
Even Jenny, who rarely leaves the Rune Academy on weekdays, was there: Although her main focus is not in the application field, she played a pivotal role in analyzing the spells of the Eternal Sleeper and reconstructing the rune array. Naturally, she deserves credit for being able to complete it, and it is only natural for her to inspect the finished product here.
Gawain nodded to Jenny and Kamel, and then his eyes fell on the seat behind Rebecca: "Is this... the finished product?"
The connecting device was not what he had initially expected. It was not a magical device of this era at all, but more like a future product that spanned time and space. The silver-white cockpit was fixed on a large and stable base. In the half part, the underside of the extended backrest is hollowed out. Several shimmering "pipes" with a texture like metal tendons connect the backrest of the cockpit and the base below. Inside the cockpit, you can see the streamlined The cortical inner lining of the body has a large number of metal contacts distributed on it, and the contacts are connected together, presenting the distribution shape of the vertebrae.
Of course, this distinctive shape design cannot be the style of contemporary magicians. Obviously, Kamel, a magister from the Gondor Empire, once again used the style in his memory on Cecil's magic creation.
The one that stands out is a magical punk.
What stands out is that the painting style of this thing is different.
Gao Wen didn't care about the style of painting anyway. From people to objects, there was nothing in Cecil's land that had a normal style of painting. As a pragmatist, he only cared about whether the things were useful or not.
"We have conducted all the offline tests and some of the online tests are connected to the magic network communication network," Kamel's body buzzed, and his body was filled with pleasant light blue, which showed the mood of the magician. Quite good, "According to the Psychic illusion technology of the Eternal Sleeper, we have created a 'connection interface' for this device. This interface can run stably when connected to the Magic Net communication network and protect the user's consciousness."
Pittman added on the side: "I helped to make this interface. Fortunately, my 'craft' is not unfamiliar."
Gao Wen knew what Pittman was referring to as "craft", but Amber was confused: "Craft? What kind of craft? Old man, do you have other crafts besides forgery and fortune-telling?"
"Don't make trouble, old man, I have a lot of skills." Pittman waved his hand, directly ignoring Amber's words, and then pointed to the three "pipes" under the seat, "This is the new nerve cord, which is based on the information you gave me. Made it. To be honest, if I have the chance, I must meet the person who designed it. That is a talent. It’s not just a genius with an inspiration, but also an extreme familiarity with the nervous system and the working process of nerve cords. To be honest, if such a person can join the research institute, it will definitely be more valuable than working alone outside.”
"If a person has been tortured by the sequelae caused by the implanted nerve cord for more than ten years, he will naturally understand the working process of the nerve cord to the extreme." Gao Wen sighed, "Don't worry, with this device, you are very comfortable I will soon have the opportunity to meet the person who developed the non-implanted nerve cord, but I am afraid that he will not have the chance to join our research system, and his task is no less important than your research task."