In all fairness, at this moment Gao Wen really felt that he could not keep up with Amber's train of thought - as a traverser who can always occupy the commanding heights of train of thought, such cases are really rare.
But after a moment of astonishment, he still realized that Amber was really entangled now—the behavior of running the train with his mouth full was just a habit, or he was trying to cover up his true thoughts, but after all, such a big thing happened, even if it was a People whose nerves are so thick that they are close to peripheral necrosis should have something to worry about.
"Actually... I don't really care about the identity of the so-called artificial human..." After a few seconds of silence, Amber finally couldn't help but said, "I have been a 'hybrid' with a mysterious origin since I was a child. I lived in a slum I lived, fought with people in dark alleys, slept in stables, and slept in cemeteries. In fact, I always knew that Pittman was probably being hunted down by those cultists. He was probably a defector like my adoptive father. ... There is no safe life with them.
"People who grab a bite of food in the gutter and dark alleys don't have extra thoughts to consider the so-called blood and origin issues, you know? The most difficult people don't even think about whether they are human, because they only think about tomorrow's food It's already exhausting. Some people even envy the knight's dog from the bottom of their hearts. This is not an exaggeration at all.
"Of course I've had a better life than the hardest ones, but I'm well aware of that existence and have been greatly affected.
"I don't care if I'm a cyborg or not—although it does scare me a little bit, but I really don't. I'm someone who came from a blank slate, and 'cyborg' is better than blank... just Like you said, it doesn't affect my life as a normal person."
Gao Wen lowered his head and glanced at Amber: "What you care about is how to face Veronica?"
"She ordered me to be destroyed—it just didn't work," Amber responded to Gawain's question sideways, "and when she talked about the Shadow Project and artificial human embryos, she calmly seemed to be talking about stones. Although I also know , she didn't have the slightest malice in doing this..."
"Does this attitude make you uncomfortable?"
"A little bit, but more of a concern—a lot of the plans of the Rebels seem overly paranoid and dangerous to me, especially since I've been a part of their plans myself. For the continuation of humanity , they don't mind putting some people on the balance as weights in exchange for results. Although they seem to have their own bottom line, the biggest problem is that you can't be sure if you are also on the balance when you cooperate with them …”
Gao Wen looked at Amber quite unexpectedly, he didn't expect that this guy was really entangled in such a serious and serious matter.
After thinking for half a minute, he said: "The believers of the God of Commerce often say a word - everything in the world is on the balance of the gods.
"I don't believe in the god of business, but this sentence seems to me to be half true-all of us, from birth, inevitably stand on the same scale, but the one holding the scale is not necessarily God, it may be It may be an ordinary person stronger than you, it may be the laws of the country, it may be the laws of nature, or it may even be the so-called illusory fate. There is only one thing that is certain: As a member of all living beings, as long as you are born in this world, Your value must be measured by something.
"As a weight, we can't expect the mercy of the scale, so you either have the ability to forge a new scale yourself, or you keep yourself worth enough to keep from falling off the pallet of the scale.
"Your doubts about rebels are normal, and I have doubts too, but under certain stages and conditions, the value of rebels is enough for us to take certain risks. Remember what I told you about the classification of friends and enemies Is it? A rebel like Veronica is a friend we can win over at a certain stage and under certain conditions—if there is any balance, then this is also the result of the balance.”
Speaking of this, Gao Wen took a deep look at Amber: "Of course, there is another premise for Veronica, that is, the 'Shadow Project' back then is a thing of the past, and she will not pester you on this issue, we and her cooperation can continue.”
The terrace fell silent for a while, and it wasn't until a minute later that Gao Wen heard Amber suddenly let out a long breath: "Old Zongzi, what you said is exactly..."
Then she raised her head and handed the greasy chicken leg to Gao Wen: "Here is the chicken leg."
Gao Wen didn't keep up with Hu Po's train of thought for a while, and after he realized his reaction, he gave this guy a hard look: "How dare you say this word—why are you laughing, now you are also an old rice dumpling!"
"...Oh my god, it seems to be according to the definition," Amber thought for a while, her eyes widened suddenly and she realized, and then she began to associate endlessly, "Wait, if you want to put it this way, my adoptive father dug me up. Come out, and then I dug you out, and you dug out Kamel and Nicholas eggs... Is this some kind of ancestral craft?"
God tm ancestral craftsmanship... Is the word ancestral craftsmanship used here
But the association of amber really surprised Gao Wen, and he realized that this "chain of fate" was actually connected by digging graves. Where did the devil's inheritance come from!
He shook his head vigorously to shake the shocking chain out of his mind, and then noticed that Amber was still holding a chicken leg in his hand—who can have an appetite if the chicken leg is half eaten
"Keep it for yourself." He rejected Amber's offer with a little embarrassment, and then glanced at the direction of the lights in the castle.
"That's right, it's almost time." Amber took the chicken legs back casually, wiped her mouth and stood up, following Gao Wen's gaze, "... this boring and long banquet should be over."
"The pen and paper for signing are ready," Gao Wen nodded. "After tonight, the order of the land and the lords will come to an end."
…
This long banquet is finally over. For most of the nobles who participated in the banquet, it was a party that was not at all relaxed and joyful, and did not have any sense of extravagant enjoyment. In the ceremonial process, it was difficult to adapt to the atmosphere , After the anxiety of various factors, they finally ushered in the ultimate goal of today.
Sign the "Imperial Reform Declaration" that fully accepts the restructuring, surrenders privileges, and surrenders land.
Gawain returned to the castle. In the Golden Oak Hall, the nobles who moved here will complete the signing ceremony under the witness of him and the three archons.
The Earl of Bahrain held a light dip pen, but the light pen holder seemed to weigh a thousand catties. He glanced at the steel-like words on the manifesto document, and sighed in his heart.
Beside him, Cromwell? The Earl of White Mountain had already picked up a pen. As the nib moved, the knight lord with dwarf blood solemnly wrote his name.
"Sign it, this is the fate of the nobles," Cromwell turned his head, and whispered to the Earl of Balin, "The nobles in the southern border have already signed, and they have not ushered in any end."
The Earl of Bahrain raised his head and saw familiar faces. Some had bowed their heads to sign, some were still frowning in thought, and some of them smelled strongly of alcohol.
The drowsiness brought on by the alcohol was an effective aid in making up their minds—these men were flanked by court squires in red coats to ensure that the names they signed were legible.
The Earl of Bahrain has always been keen on banquets and good wine, but tonight, he didn't drink a drop.
Those glorious and erosive times are all over.
He raised the pen, the tip of the pen fell on the paper, and wrote a line of neat and sharp words.
…
Typhon Empire, Obsidian Palace, Rosetta? Augustus was sitting behind a large desk, concentrating on the documents in his hand.
The magic net unit runs silently in the hidden place between the roof and the wall, and the constant magic power lights up the magic spar lamps in the study, making the room brightly lit, and the melodious music comes from the nearby magic device, bringing The melody is so refreshing, Emperor Rosetta put down the document in his hand, and whispered to himself: "... Cecil Empire..."
The document in his hand is the urgent news from the intelligence department—although there are Griffin Knight relays and communication tower transmissions in the empire at almost no cost, due to the border isolation and the chaotic situation in the eastern border of Ansu, the information is being transmitted The Typhon Empire has been delayed for half a month before, and the timeliness has been greatly reduced. The information mentioned that the news of the establishment of the empire has just spread in Ansu, but according to Rosetta's calculations, by this time today, "Ansu "Su" is probably completely in the past tense.
Even if that Gawain? Cecil has not been officially crowned, he should have completed the control of Saint Sunil at this time, and completed the integration and suppression of the nobles of the Old Kingdom.
The violent turmoil that occurred in that ancient land exceeded the Typhon ruler's estimation, and it also made him hesitate a bit in judging the situation.
The end of Ansu's royal power seems to be good news in itself. The most chaotic and weak state of a country is the collapse of the ruler. If there are no other variables, the civil war and the impact of the cluster disaster will destroy Ansu's ruling group at once. Typhon's once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but the problem lies in this "variable" - the Ansu kingship did not collapse and disintegrate, but ended smoothly after the siege of Saint-Sunil, and it was successfully completed under the leadership of Gawain Cecil. transition.
This means that the chaos that the country will face has been suppressed to a minimum, and both those who hand over power and those who receive power have made all preparations—Gauwen? Cecil is not a stupid person, he will never To do such a big thing without preparation.
As the ruler of the Typhon Empire and the implementer of the New Deal for nearly two decades, Rosetta Augustus certainly knew what the word "empire" meant. Regardless of the conditions required to declare an empire, just from the perspective of its operation method, the biggest difference between an empire and a kingdom is a higher concentration of power, a higher efficiency of operation and execution, a more stable order, and a strong understanding of emerging things. Higher capacity to accept and use—and all this means one thing, that old and decaying nation, is about to break free.
So far, all the information from Ansu reveals something that makes Rosetta? Even on the contrary, the rising power in the southern border has greatly exceeded Typhon's estimate. This power controlled the situation before the disaster on the Holy Spirit Plain expanded and preserved Ansu's vitality.
Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Gawain Cecil dared to reorganize the country after a war... But it may also be a bluff...
Rosetta? Augustus leaned back in the large seat, quickly integrating all the recent news in his mind, but suddenly, he frowned slightly, and his eyes turned to different The distant window.
Two identical nightingales were standing outside the window, tapping the crystal glass with their beaks.
Noticing Rosetta's gaze, the two nightingales raised their heads and looked at the ruler of Typhon quietly.
After a long time, Rosetta showed a smile that lacked warmth, and said casually: "As people who have suffered a crushing defeat, you have outstanding courage."
"Accidents are inevitable in experiments." One of the nightingales spread its wings, and its crisp voice penetrated the window and entered the study.
"The project will inevitably fail." Another nightingale also spoke.
"Your concepts of accident and failure are quite novel," Rosetta said indifferently, "but unfortunately, I am no longer interested in your novel concepts."
As he spoke, he raised his hand, ready to call the royal mage to arrest the uninvited guest tonight, but before that, the two nightingales had already spoken at the same time: "Then, are you interested in hearing the historical story about the Gondor Empire?"
Rosetta frowned, and with a wave of her hand, the window opened a gap wide enough.
Two nightingales flew into the room one after the other. As their wings fluttered, light green light shone out of thin air, condensing the figures of the twin elves.
Rosetta? Augustus looked indifferently at the two elves who looked exactly the same: "What do you want to say?"
"Have you heard of the Disobedience Project?"