On the edge of Cecil City.
A huge magic net relay tower stands on the edge of the snow-capped field. The tower shines with metal and crystal brilliance in the bright sunlight. The huge antenna device and crystal array on the top of the tower are quietly controlled by a series of mechanical structures. It rotates statically, providing the broadcast service of the magic network signal for the city and the vast area around the city.
On the spire of the tower, on the base of the quietly rotating antenna device, a long snake tail is clinging to the cold steel surface.
The tail of the snake shrank and swayed, and Tyr poked her head out from under the antenna. She raised her head, facing the cold wind, her long hair fluttering in the wind, and the "song" that only sea monsters could hear and understand was riding on the magic ripples, lingering in the sky. her ears.
"Naga..." The siren lady frowned, and whispered to herself with doubts, "I haven't gone back for such a period of time, did such a weird thing happen..."
As she spoke, she shook her head slightly, bent down, let go of her tail, and prepared to follow the tower back to the ground.
"It doesn't matter, there are always some strange things happening in the deep sea, but I don't know if Gao Wen is interested in it... huh?"
Tyre blinked in confusion and arched forward, but the back half of his tail remained motionless.
She looked back and saw that her tail was still tightly wrapped around the antenna base, the surface of the scales was covered with a layer of crystal clear ice crystals, and the inside was also translucent.
"Hey..." Miss Siren finally became a little panicked, moving her tail redoubled her efforts, "Oops... It's frozen... Why is it so cold up here... Can someone help..."
A light click came into her ears, and Tyre's struggling movement suddenly stopped. She looked a little dull in the direction of the sound, and saw the rear part of her tail cracked crisply, and the cracks were going along the Spread out with transparent ice crystals.
Tyre turned his head and glanced at the direction he came from, and saw the smooth and icy slope of the top half of the tower, and the distant ground below.
The tail snapped off.
"... The gentle deep sea... Today is really a failure..."
…
In the city of Cecil, three young people who came from all over the world, but got together by chance, were walking on the streets in winter.
The neat streets are spotless, tall and beautiful houses are lined up on both sides of the road, shops, houses, cafes and various public facilities are scattered in this incredible city, and citizens wearing warm winter clothes and full of energy can be seen everywhere , in this cold winter, no one seems to worry about hunger and cold.
At the intersection of streets, in squares, and in places where various types of people gather, the holographic projection projected by the magic network terminal can be seen everywhere. The projection may present the latest broadcast programs, or present a short video of the government affairs department, or present Advertise certain chambers of commerce and companies.
Film is like a magic net terminal running at full power, looking at everything in the city with his eyes wide open, observing all the details he can observe. In the eyes of this young man from Barron, the whole Cecil City is like a stage full of fantasies, spectacle, and incredible people and things. Everything on this stage is like a drama to him, every detail is so wonderful, so incredible, but these incredible The things that exist here actually exist.
Fendil was also observing the city, but in the eyes of this young nobleman from the northern mountains, what he felt was a completely different level from that of Film.
This is a city without aristocratic districts and civilian districts. All urban facilities here are open to all legal citizens. Survival and comfort are the priority here.
In the eyes of the old-fashioned aristocrats, this place can probably be described as deviant.
But the era of classical aristocracy is over, and the order in this city has become a new "system". Sooner or later, everything here will be extended to the mountains in the north.
My aunt seems to be ready for this, and those northern nobles who still occupy castles and manors must also be prepared, and Fendil himself... finally understands why my aunt must send him here, let him be here Accept the influence of Cecil's order.
There are some things that really cannot be experienced clearly from books and other people's descriptions.
"I thought we would start producing your 'Phantom Drama' right away." During the walk, Eleven looked at Film beside him, "We have already prepared the venue and recruited some people, but it seems Do you still need to make some preparations?"
"Yes..." Film said with some hesitation, but his tone soon became natural, "Your Majesty reminded me to pay attention to the reality of the script, and to observe what the real southern region looks like—come out for a walk today , I really realized His Majesty's good intentions. There are too many things I took for granted in my previous scripts. The real appearance of the southern border is actually beyond my imagination. Make the locals laugh at it."
"Although I think the situation is not as exaggerated as you said, there is some truth to it," Fendil shrugged with a smile, "after all, we have seen with our own eyes that the residents in the city don't use enough charcoal for heating—they use magic charcoal here. heat exchanger."
Film smiled awkwardly.
"Starting tomorrow, I'm going to visit some people," he said. "I heard that there are many immigrant families on the West End. They experienced the first expansion of this city and know those days very well. Then I want to visit a few more people." A gentleman who lives in the artisan district, they arrived here from the old capital two months ago, from their mouths, I should be able to hear how real immigrants start a new life here."
"Be down-to-earth, it's a good start," Fendil nodded with a smile, "Film and I will go to the academy to report officially in two days, and you are welcome to come to the academy then, you can take a look at those who came to study How people who went to the South lived and studied."
Eleven on the other side also took up the conversation: "Besides, don't worry, we will continue to help you make phantom dramas—I don't think the schoolwork in the academy should prevent the two of us from even taking time to help our friends. No matter how busy you are, we can at least make suggestions for you."
"Thank you very much—without your help, I really don't know how to proceed with some things. After all, I am far less mature than my father," Fendil showed a grateful expression, and then showed some hesitation After a pause, he continued, "To be honest, I... didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to work with people like you."
Fendil looked at Film: "Do you still mind our identities?"
Film looked at the tall northern nobleman, and nodded after a short thought: "I can't go against my heart—I'm still a little restrained when talking with you, but I think I'm getting used to it. The feeling you bring to me is different from the nobles I have come into contact with before, you have some special... atmosphere, it is wonderful, I don’t know how to describe it.”
Fendil looked at Film silently for two seconds, then suddenly chuckled and shook his head: "Actually, if you saw us before the signing ceremony of Silver Fort, then your feelings towards us will be the same as your previous contact It is no different from other nobles who have lived."
Film froze in astonishment.
"We all know the style you have seen before, but we know how to restrain our habits better than those old people," Fendil said calmly, "the rules of the nobility... Oh, that thing is like a pile of Everyone who stays in the fish and shrimp room will be deeply infiltrated by its smell. No one in our circle can escape, or in other words, no one is allowed to escape.
"My friend, Eleven and I also came out of that room—but as His Majesty said, a new era has arrived, and anyone who is familiar with history will understand one thing, only by embracing the new era in time Only the people of the times are qualified to survive.
"Of course, when I say this, I don't mean that my friendship with you is fake. On the contrary, I am very satisfied with our current state, because just like a bottle of wine in a thousand bottles will always be broken by mistake, a thousand nobles There will always be one or two strange guys in there."
On the other side, Eleven also interjected: "Thank you for the signing ceremony in Silver Castle—at least now some nobles who don't want to stay in that room full of fish and shrimps can have a chance to come out legally. I It is already foreseeable that the signing ceremony will definitely be recorded in the history books and become a lesson that scholars of later generations must study."
Film listened to the words of these two partners, showing a thoughtful look, but shook his head with a little embarrassment: "Although I understand, I am not very familiar with history... I know nothing about history. From those exaggerated old scripts. You should know that in the past, civilians were not allowed to have access to real history books."
"... There is a history class in the Imperial College," Fendil was silent for a moment, then suddenly said leisurely, "I think this may be the greatest point of His Majesty the Emperor."
Film showed a somewhat dazed look for a moment.
Fendil noticed the bewilderment in his eyes, so he reached out and patted him on the shoulder: "If you have the chance, go and buy more books to read. Now there are more books allowed for civilians than before."
"I want to go to a place," Eleven said suddenly, and looked at Fendil, "You should also want to go and see it?"
Fendil understood the meaning of the other party almost instantly, and nodded slightly: "It's okay, he is here after all..."
Film looked at the two in confusion: "What are you talking about?"
"We are going to meet someone, our mutual friend," Fendil said softly, "Come along and get to know him."
Film's eyes swept over Fendil and Eleven, and he found that the expressions of these two friends seemed to have changed, but he didn't know why the change came, but he still nodded. : "Of course... far?"
"It's not far." Eleven raised his head and looked towards the end of the street. "I heard... he was placed there."
Film noticed a strange word in the other party's words: "Placement?"
Eleven didn't answer, but just followed Fendil's footsteps and walked towards the end of the street.
Film could only keep up with a little confusion.
…
At the end of the block, a solemn building stands on a small square.
The building looked very brand new, as if it had just been built.
"Ansu Civil War Memorial..." Film raised his head and looked curiously at the sign at the entrance of the building, "Is your friend here?"
"That's right." Fendil nodded, and took the lead to walk towards the ten steps of the memorial hall.
There are guards guarding the entrance of the memorial hall. They told the three of them that today is a closed day, and the memorial hall is closed to ordinary citizens, but Film saw Eleven and Fendil stepping up to say something to the guards and showing their respective identities It proved that after some negotiation, the two soldiers nodded in agreement, turned around and opened the gate of the memorial hall.
"Please leave within an hour, and do not enter the side hall and the rear corridor." The guard reminded after opening the door.
"This can be regarded as using a little 'privilege'." Fendil looked at Film who walked up the steps, and said slightly jokingly.
The three walked into this somewhat special-looking building. Shortly after entering the gate, Film saw a hall appear in front of his eyes.
Because it was a closed day, it seemed very quiet here, and the lights in the hall were only less than half turned on. In the slightly dim light, Film noticed the "figure" standing in the center of the hall at first sight. ".
After following Fendil and the two close, he realized that the figure turned out to be a lifelike sculpture.
A young man with a long sword and armor stood there, bathed in the light of a single magic spar lamp, quietly watching the direction of the hall entrance.
At this point, Film has already understood.
This is probably the "mutual friend" that Fendil and Eleven said.
"He is Belk, Belk Lauren," Fendil said as expected. He stared at the lifelike sculpture and kept his eyes on it for a long time. "He is the oldest of the three of us."
"He took a path we never dared to imagine, and ushered in an ending we never imagined," Eleven sighed softly, "He once told us many things about the times and changes, but after he was willing to share with us When we said that, I never understood it, and when I did, he was already here."
Fendil stood opposite the "statue" of Belk. He stared at the eyes that had turned into cold rocks for a long time, and suddenly broke the silence:
"Belk, as you wish, this great era has finally arrived."
A heavy and solemn atmosphere lingered here, and Film didn't know what to say. He was silent for a long time before finally speaking: "Can you tell me about him?"
"Of course, but we only know part of it," Fendil said slowly, "the rest, the soldiers who participated in that war may know some, the former lord of Pompeii may know some, the commanders of Rock Fortress Maybe know some too... I'm not sure if these scattered pieces can piece together a complete story, but if it is possible, if there is a chance in the future, I hope you can write this story and write it into your ghost drama .
"Consider it, let's leave a legacy for the last knight of the old era."