Gawain was a little dazed for a moment, what Veronica said was completely unexpected to him.
"The breath of the gods..." After a few seconds, he rubbed his chin to break the silence, and said slowly, "What kind of breath is it? Is she the favored person of a certain god? Or is she carrying a high-level holy object? The god's There are many explanations for breath."
"The breath is very weak, and there seems to be a mutation. I'm not sure if it's pollution or 'God's favor', but she should not be a member of the gods," Veronica said seriously, "First of all, there is no information that Matilda O Gustus is a devout believer of a certain god. According to the official information released by Typhon, only Prince Hadiron of the Augustus family has received the baptism of the God of War; When the breath is released, the temperament of the whole person will be changed accordingly. Since the personality of gods is much higher than that of human beings, this change cannot be concealed or reversed."
"Is the sacred breath coming out..." Gawain suddenly thought of something else when he heard it, and couldn't help but glance at Veronica, "Is it like the sacred breath on your body?"
"... That's right," Veronica nodded, "The phenomenon of affinity with the Holy Light in my body is the manifestation of this uncontrolled sacred aura. Strictly speaking, I am indeed a member of the God of Holy Light."
Gawain looked at Veronica, who was surrounded by a faint holy light, and recalled her true identity as a disobedient, and always had an indescribable sense of absurdity: "...a person who is essentially disobedient to the gods, but is a real The dependents of the God of Holy Light can only be said to be the most technologically advanced in Gondor."
"Gods cannot directly intervene in the present world, and their response and feedback mechanisms have their own laws to follow." Veronica showed a gentle and calm smile, "As long as I accurately fit these laws and find the loopholes in them, I can become the leader of any god." Except for the goddess of magic, who does not answer any prayers beyond what is necessary, nor does she choose any voice in the world."
The corner of Gao Wen's mouth trembled.
By taking advantage of loopholes, you can become the kin of any god, and you won't be hacked to death by all kinds of gods. Are you really the champion of the century in the cross-border cross-jump competition? I'm afraid this position is higher than Daniel's...
But Veronica said it easily, but Gao Wen knew that the operation of her "familiars who exploited loopholes" was not reproducible. It sounds easy to conform to the laws of the gods and find the loopholes in them, but in fact, it requires the operator to control one's own mind 100%, from words, deeds to consciousness, to fully meet the standards of fanatics, not to be discovered by the gods, and at the same time to maintain the freedom of disobedients The mind, deep down, creates a "real manipulative personality", which is simply not something normal humans can achieve.
Only Veronica/Ophelia, the ancient rebel who has completed the transformation of her soul form and is probably not considered a human being in the strict sense of the moment, has achieved the high level of constantly making troubles under the eyes of the God of Holy Light. Difficult to operate.
Gao Wen shook his head, withdrew his slightly divergent thoughts, and frowned: "If it's just the breath of the gods, it doesn't mean anything. She may just be carrying a high-level holy object as Typhon's princess. There are things of this level around her. Not surprising."
Veronica shook her head: "There are quite a few sacred objects under the names of various sects, but most of them are relics left by mortal priests who have made great achievements in history after performing miracles and noble sacrifices. Although it has powerful power, it is still an 'ordinary thing' in essence. There are very few 'holy things' that truly have the aura of gods. They are basically unrepeatable and unforgeable items like fragments of eternal stone slabs. Under normal circumstances, they will not Leaving the headquarters of various churches, let alone handing it over to someone who is not even a devout believer, even if she is the imperial daughter of the empire."
Gao Wen curled his fingers and pressed them against his chin: "Can you be sure which god's breath it is?"
"No. I can only judge from the indescribable, knowledge-polluted aura that it comes from a god, but I can't be sure who it is."
"Is it harmful?" Gao Wen asked again.
"It's just breath, it doesn't have essential power, it won't pollute or spread," Veronica shook her head slightly, "but whether Matilda herself is 'harmful'... that's unknown. After all, Typhon has A completely different church power than Ansu, and the Augustus family is still a mystery to us."
Gao Wen thought about it quietly, and after a while he breathed a sigh of relief, leaning back on the chair: "On the bright side, maybe she's just a carrier.
"Since you can sense this aspect, I will trouble you to pay more attention to that Princess Typhon in the past few days, but if she doesn't show any abnormalities, then don't take any action.
"We are guests from afar, we must treat these guests well."
Veronica lowered her head slightly: "I understand."
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Before the official talks started, the envoys from Typhon first got a full rest and were invited to visit the highest government office building located in the administrative area and the mage area adjacent to the government office.
This city known as the "Magic City" has left a deep impression on the guests who visit here.
Clean, brand-new, beautiful and livable, this is a new-style city completely different from the old-style feudal capital, and Matilda, who visited here for the first time, could not help but compare it with Aldernan, the imperial capital of Typhon.
The setting sun is gradually setting, and half of the giant sun has fallen below the horizon. The brilliant brilliance spreads across the city obliquely. The dark mountains in the distance glow with golden light, crawling jaggedly in the background of the city. This can almost be described as magnificent. The described scenery surged into the huge picture frame outlined by the floor-to-ceiling window frame. Matilda stood in front of the huge picture frame, silently watching this foreign city gradually sinking into the sunset, without words for a long time.
Earl Dürer stood behind her, also staring at the beautiful scenery, and couldn't help expressing emotion: "I used to think that Aldernan was the only city that could be described as magnificent... But now it seems that there are more than one magnificent scenery in the world. place."
"In terms of planning, the layout of Aldernan two hundred years ago has fallen behind this era, and the magic industry's requirements for transportation, sewage, etc. are urging us to renovate the capital of the empire," Matilda broke the silence, He whispered, "Whether you want to admit it or not, the planning method of Cecil City will serve as a great reference for us. After all, it is the origin of magic technology."
There was a hint of helplessness in Earl Durer's tone: "... Aldernan used to be the most advanced city in planning."
"Nothing is always advanced. Our ancestors two hundred years ago could not have imagined that a factory would need so many raw materials two hundred years later, and they could not imagine that so many vehicles would need to pass on a road," said Matilda The tone was still flat, "In the past, we looked at An Suru as a decaying giant, but now, we should try our best to prevent this decaying giant from becoming ourselves."
Just a half-day visit has already had a great impact on the mission.
The Typhon people are proud. This pride stems from their martial spirit, and even more from their strongest national power among the human nations. But pride does not mean blindness, and those who can be sent as envoys will not be stupid. As early as the moment they left the country, everyone led by Matilda opened their eyes, but now, they saw something that made everyone feel uneasy.
Judging from the surface at least, the prosperity and advancement of the Cecil Imperial Capital surpassed that of Aldernan.
"Andersa's judgment and worries are correct. This country is rising rapidly," Matilda looked through the floor-to-ceiling windows and landed on the bustling urban area opposite the Autumn Palace. The extraordinary vision allowed her to see Clearing up many details on the streets, she can see those satisfied residents, as well as those brand-new signboards and prosperous commercial streets, "Also, Earl Durer, have you noticed one thing..."
"What do you mean?"
"There seems to be no slums in this city."
"That's true...at least from the neighborhoods we've passed and the information we've inquired, it seems that this city doesn't have a real poor city," Earl Dule thought for a while, then nodded, "It's really puzzling...those poor Where do the people live? Do they need to live outside the city? That would explain why the city maintains this level of cleanliness, and why all the citizens we saw along the way were wealthier and more energetic .”
Matilda glanced at Count Durer, shook her head slightly, but finally said nothing.
After another few seconds of silence, she spoke casually: "Tomorrow, before the first meeting, we will have the opportunity to visit their Imperial College, which is very important and one of the main purposes of our coming here .
"It is said that their academy is more thorough than ours in 'breaking the rules'. All civilians and nobles go to the same academy, and even the residential areas are together. We need to confirm it with our own eyes and understand how they plan. , to understand how their college is managed.
"Other than that, let's just do our part as 'guests'."
Earl Durer nodded slightly, and then left the room with large French windows.
In the gradually sinking sunset, Matilda turned and left the window. She came to the bar on one side of the room, prepared a glass of light wine for herself, and then held the crystal clear crystal glass in front of her eyes. Through the swaying wine, I watched the almost frozen evening light spilled into the room from the window.
In the next second, the twilight light really froze near the window, and quickly covered everything in her sight like some kind of paint that gradually faded.
Where the twilight is shrouded in light, things seem to have experienced the baptism of hundreds of years of time. The gorgeous tapestry has lost its color, the exquisite wooden furniture is quickly mottled and cracked, and the furnishings in the room are disappearing and weathering one by one. Even the layout of the room quickly changed to another look!
Before Matilda's eyes, this originally bright and brand-new room quickly turned into the corridor of an ancient and silent palace, and countless suspicious and malicious whispers came from all directions, as if there were countless invisible guests. Gathered in this "palace", approaching Matilda step by step with malicious intentions.
On the wall closest to her, a dark black door suddenly appeared. There was a knocking sound from behind the door, and an indescribable hoarse whisper sounded from behind the door, mixed with creepy chewing sounds And the sound of swallowing, as if a beast crouching outside the door, but pretending to be a human patiently knocking on the door.
Matilda calmly looked at the alienated scene in front of her, reached out her hand and took out a delicate metal tube from her bosom, unscrewed the cap, and poured the medicine inside into her mouth.
With the spicy and bitter medicine flowing down the esophagus, the whispers approaching from all directions gradually weakened, and the alienated scene in front of her eyes quickly returned to normal. Matilda was still standing in the room of the autumn palace, but her face was slightly paler than before. a little.
She stretched out her hand and picked up the wine glass that she had just put down from the bar next to her. Her hand trembled slightly, but she still picked up the glass of wine and drank it all in one go.
There was an illusory bloody smell in the mouth, but the bloody smell quickly receded. Matilda closed her eyes slightly, and after taking a few deep breaths, she opened her eyes, and those eyes became calm again, deep like water.
Accompanied by crazy growth, he will fight against madness all his life, and gradually slip into the nightmare that family members must face after adulthood, and sooner or later, he will be swallowed by it.
Such was the fate of every Augustus.
The corners of Matilda's mouth twitched slightly, as if she was mocking herself, but soon she restrained her emotions that shouldn't be shown, and turned around to come to the desk not far away.
On the desk, there is a book quietly spread out, but it is not a mysterious magic book or important state information, but a book that was bought by chance when visiting the mage area, and is free for citizens of the Cecil Empire:
"advanced mathematics"
The content on this is very wonderful, and it seems that they can't understand it for a while, but it is said that Cecil's students are all addicted to it, and they even hold a copy in their hands when eating and walking, so the things recorded in this book must be very interesting. important.
After successfully resisting the erosion of nightmares and madness, Matilda felt that she needed to read something else to adjust her mood...