The streets of Cecil are as bustling and vibrant as ever, and the sights of the city are all familiar city scenes. However, for Byron today, walking on the streets of Cecil has a different experience——
Pea followed him, talking constantly.
She talked enthusiastically, about her experience in the college, about the new friends she met, about everything she saw, about the weather, mood, books she had read, and the work she was working on. In the new ghost drama, this girl who can finally speak again seems to be in this world for the first time, talking almost endlessly, as if she wants to re-describe everything she has seen and experienced .
Even if it was a small street shop that she would pass by every day, she would run in with a smile on her face, say hello to the boss inside, get an exclamation, and then get some congratulations.
Byron always had a smile on his face and stayed by Pea's side.
Originally a short journey home, it took a whole half a day like this.
When the father and daughter finally arrived near the Street of Knights, Byron saw a figure hovering at the intersection—it was Philip who had returned to Cecil two days ago.
Byron walked forward with a smile. Not far away, Philip also sensed the approaching breath and turned to greet him. But before the two old partners spoke, Pea was the first to speak. She greeted him very happily. Philip, a happy voice came from the nerve thorny sounding device: "Uncle Philip!!"
Philip was about to speak, but he was stunned when he heard this strange, synthesized female voice. After two seconds, he looked at Pea in surprise: "Pea... are you talking?"
"It's me!!" Pea smiled happily, turned half a circle on the spot, and showed Philip the metal device behind his neck, "Look! Grandpa Pittman made it for me! This thing is called nerve thorns, and it can replace I spoke!!"
"We just came back from the research institute," Byron hurriedly explained before the pea chattered. "According to Pittman, this is a small artificial nerve cord, but its function is more complicated than that of the artificial nerve cord. It is just a function to help pea talk." One—Of course you know me well, I don’t pay attention to the content that is too professional... "
"I've heard about this project..." Philip opened his eyes wide, looking at Pea with pleasure and surprise, "but I didn't expect it to be so soon... Great, Pea, today is definitely a day to celebrate!"
"It's okay to celebrate, but you are not allowed to drink with my father!" Pea immediately said with wide eyes, "I know uncle, you have strong self-control, but my father can't control himself at all! As long as someone pulls him to drink, he must put himself You can't get drunk, every time you have to sleep in the living room full of alcohol until the next day, and then I will help clean up... Uncle, you don't know, even if you persuade Dad on the spot, he will still drink secretly after returning home Yes, you still say that there is a beginning and an end, and that it is respect for the winery... And, last time you... "
The girl's brain was spinning rapidly, and the magic device driven by the brain wave signal did not need to breathe or rest. The torrential rain of words covered Philip's head and face, and the young (actually not so young) Mr. He smiled, but soon became stunned. He stared blankly at Byron—it wasn't until Pea finally calmed down that he found a chance to speak: "Byron... this... what's going on with this child..."
"Didn't you think so?" Byron was full of the expression "You have today too". Although he was still the one who was preached this time, it was Philip who endured the "storm" instead, which made him feel inexplicably happy, " None of us expected that there would be so many words in the belly of peas... "
Pea immediately widened her eyes and looked at Byron with an expression of "I'm going to speak up if you do this again", making the latter wave her hands quickly: "Of course I'm very happy that she can speak out what's in her heart." of… "
Before Pea could speak, Byron immediately changed the topic to another direction. He looked at Philip and said, "Speaking of... what are you doing here?"
"I know you're going to the north, so I'm here to say goodbye to you," Philip said seriously, "I've been busy recently, and I'm worried that I won't have time to say goodbye if I miss you."
"...Why do I feel awkward when you talk like this," Byron rubbed his arms immediately, "It seems like I'm going to die outside this time."
Philip thought about it after hearing it, and analyzed it seriously: "Theoretically, this kind of thing will not happen. There is no war in the northern border, and your mission will not conflict with the locals or the violets across the strait. In theory Except for jumping into the sea after drinking high and finding a duel when you have nothing to do, you can come back alive... "
Byron: "... To be honest, are you being sarcastic on purpose?"
Philip's earnest expression remained unchanged: "Sarcasm is not chivalry."
Byron thought about it again, and his expression became more and more weird: "I still think you are mocking me—Philip, you have grown up!"
Pea stood beside her, looked at Byron, then at Philip, and smiled happily.
…
Earl Dürer sat comfortably on the comfortable soft sofa. Next to him was a large floor-to-ceiling window that could directly see the garden and the bustling streets in the distance. The comfortable afternoon sunlight shone into the room through the clear and clean crystal glass, making it warm and bright.
Gentle and gentle music was coming from the magic device in the corner, and the exotic tune made this upper-class nobleman from Typhon feel more relaxed.
He was holding a beautifully printed book in his hand. On the cover of the book was "A Brief Account of Folklore and Mythology in the Northern Mainland". On a new page, I glanced at the first few lines, couldn’t help showing some emotion, and looked up at the person sitting opposite me: “Master Habiye, I have to admit that the printing technology of the Cecilians is Much better than us, and the exquisite printing of this book even gave me the urge to open a printing shop."
The person sitting opposite him looks no longer young, has a scholar-like refined temperament and has already bald. This old gentleman with a bookish atmosphere is the famous scholar and grammar master of Typhon, Habiye Reston He, who is also a member of the Typhonian envoy this time, is also reading the reading materials printed by the Cecilians at the moment, but it is not a large tome, but a thin book with a colorful cover and A popular booklet of short articles.
Hearing Earl Dürer's words, the old gentleman raised his head: "It is indeed incredible printing, especially that they can print color patterns so accurately and in large quantities-the technology in this aspect is really curious."
"It is said that this technology has only appeared in Cecil for a few months," Earl Durer said casually, but his eyes fell on the popular booklet in Harbier's hand, "Are you still reading that booklet?"
"It's called 'Magazine'." Habiye raised the booklet in his hand. On the cover of the booklet, a handsome and tall figure was glowing with ink under the sunlight. "The content on it is common, but unexpectedly interesting, I was inspired by the grammar it used and the structure of the magazine as a whole."
"But with all due respect, in my opinion, the things on it are too popular," Earl Durer said with a smile, "I thought that a scholar like you would dismiss such things—they even It’s not as deep as this collection of mythology in my hand.”
"His Majesty entrusted me with the task of compiling the "Imperial Gazette", and the greatest experience I have accumulated in the past six months is to change the past one-sided pursuit of 'elegance' and 'deepness'." Habiye put down the magazine in his hand, He looked at Earl Durer quite seriously, "Newspapers are a new thing, they are different from those expensive and rare classics in the past, their owners do not have such a high status, and do not require too advanced knowledge, heraldry and Rituals don't interest them—they don't understand them."
As he said that, the old gentleman pointed to the magazines he put on the table: "What they can really understand is more straightforward things. In this regard, the Cecilians are obviously better than us. Your Majesty I hope that we can learn the advantages of the Cecilians in this area and find their tricks to unite people, boost morale, and guide civilians, so I was sent here, and I will naturally pay attention to their achievements in this area.”
Earl Durer raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then have you gained anything these few days?"
"I have gained a lot. These magazines—and other popular books in the market—are attractive. I don't know if you have noticed. Now even many young people in the mission have become interested in these books. They We often discuss those popular stories in private, and some people have already watched two ghost dramas, and they are very fond of the characters in the dramas. The attraction of novelty is undeniable," Habiye said with a smile, "I still Had a chat with Mr. Godwin Orlando, a man of so much learning that I even wanted to ignore his Cecilian status.
"Nearly half of those magazines and newspapers were founded by Godwin Orlando, and his idea of a similar publication was so refreshing to me that, to be honest, I even wanted to invite him to Typhon, knowing of course that It's unrealistic - he's so important here, he's highly valued by the royal family, it's impossible for him to play for us."
"Haha, it's rare for you to praise others so frankly," Earl Dürer couldn't help laughing, "If you really have the heart, maybe we can try to win over the apprentice trained by Mr. Godwin We—after all, recruiting and testing talents is also one of our tasks this time.”
Habiye shook his head with a smile: "If it weren't for our upcoming visit, I would definitely consider your suggestion seriously."
…
"The signing ceremony in the morning was successfully completed." In the spacious and bright study, Hetty put a thick document on Gao Wen's desk. "After so many days of bargaining and finalizing the revision, the Typhon people finally agreed. Most of our conditions -- we also have a tacit agreement with them on many reciprocal terms."
"This is called win-win," Gao Wen smiled, put down the stack of documents he was reading just now, raised his hand to pick up the documents brought by Hetty, and said casually while flipping through them, "New trade category, new diplomacy Memorandum, new peace statement, and… investment plan…”
Gawain's eyes fell on certain words in the document, and he leaned back on the seat back with a smile.
Among the new investment permits, "production and distribution of film and television dramas" and "audio-visual book products" are impressively listed.
Heidi's eyes fell on the stack of documents that Gawain had just put down, and she was a little curious: "What is this?"
"The new script of the phantom drama," said Gawain, "beacon—in memory of the brave and fearless Marquess of Belk Lauren, commemorating the disaster that should be remembered forever. It will be released this summer or earlier, if All right...the Typhonians will see it shortly after that too."
Hetty's eyes were deep and thoughtful, and she heard the voice of her ancestors coming gently:
"Give them phantom plays, give them magazines, give them more popular stories, and everything else that will beautify Cecil. Let them adore Cecil's heroes, let them get acquainted with Cecil's life, and keep on Tell them what an advanced civilization is, constantly implying how far their own life is from the real "civilized state". In this process, we must emphasize our goodwill and emphasize that we are standing with them Yes, so that when a sentence is repeated a thousand times, they will think that sentence is their own thought...
"And then came the time of peace, Hetty."
Hetty's eyes moved slowly across the desk, and finally landed on a document that seemed to have just been completed in Gawain's hand.
There is only one line on the cover of the document:
Stain scheme.