Sir Gorosh looked curiously at the dragon seal witch beside him who suddenly had a strange expression, and couldn't help asking: "Ms. Azalena, is there any question?"
The red-haired Azarena frowned slightly, woke up from a brief stupor, and then whispered: "No... I must have misread it. I thought I saw someone I knew, but how could it be... and the appearance is different... "
While talking, she shook her head: "Don't worry, let's continue."
"This new Cecil Empire is indeed a little different from 'Anzu'..." Sir Gorosh did not doubt, but raised his head, looking at the strange equipment with metallic luster floating on the wall not far away, The crystals above these mechanical devices and the dark blue drapery hanging from the city wall to the ground—the drapery depicts the emblem of the Cecil Empire, shining in the sun, and all of these bring peace. Ansu, who was old and lifeless, had a completely different momentum, "The human country is changing so fast."
"Everything about them is full of changes," Azalena said casually, "unlike Dragon's Landing - there are only stones that have remained unchanged for thousands of years, and old guys who are more stubborn than stones."
The dragonborn are in town.
These visitors from the extreme north rode gray-white beasts taller than war horses, wore armor or hoods that were different in style from the human world, and carried white banners depicting the side beasts of giant dragons, in a solemn and solemn atmosphere. They stepped into the human city, and the soldiers of the Cecil Empire stood on the towering city wall, watching these guests from the north come before the Duchess Victoria and General Byron with the same solemn and solemn momentum.
According to the agreed etiquette, the team of dragon descendants stopped at the outer edge of the square, and then the ambassadors and advisors left their mounts and came down to the host under the guidance of their attendants. The ceremony of exchanging papers takes place under the imperial banner.
Although Byron was apparently responsible for the response, the main negotiators in the entire process were Victoria, who was more familiar with the situation in the north, and several consultants present. Wearing a long white dress and a short ferret cloak, the Duke of the North first greeted the middle-aged man with a calm temperament: "Sir Golosh, in the name of Emperor Cecil and this land, I welcome you! arrival."
"Duchess Victoria, I'm very glad to have such a special opportunity to visit an equally great country," Sir Golosh smiled, "I believe this will be an unforgettable journey."
Dragonborn doesn't have too much red tape, and the new Cecil Empire also pursues simplicity and efficiency. The initial contact between the two parties quickly completed the process, and then Victoria turned her head and looked at Byron beside her: "General Byron, you ... eh? General Byron?"
Byron's expression froze at some point, and he looked at a red-haired woman among the dragonborn with some strange eyes. This was undoubtedly a slightly disrespectful act. Seeing this, Victoria immediately couldn't help reminding in a low voice: "Byron General, please pay attention..."
"Irena?" Byron subconsciously said, "Is it you?"
And the red-haired dragon-born woman spoke almost at the same time as Byron: "Are you really Byron? You... wait, who is Elena?"
After Byron heard the voice of the other party, his expression obviously changed. It seemed that something unbelievable had been confirmed. The accident became embarrassing and stunned: "Er... isn't your name Elena..."
Victoria Bingxue, who was next to her, was smart and had quickly remembered the conversation with Byron before and sorted out all the ins and outs. But at this moment, she couldn't help turning her head slightly, and almost wanted to put her hand on her forehead.
Byron also quickly realized what he had made a mistake, and quickly explained: "I may have misremembered, after all, it has been twenty years—Elisa?"
The red-haired dragonborn's expression became more and more strange: "Who is Eliza?"
Byron: "..."
The atmosphere at the scene quickly slipped in some unexpected direction. Before this important meeting was completely messed up, Sir Gorosh finally stepped forward to make amends: "This is the dragon from Dragon's Landing Castle. The Indian witch, Ms. Azalena, she has traveled in the human world and is our advisor on this trip—it seems that the strange fate has arranged a long-lost reunion today?"
The red-haired dragon-born woman folded her hands on her waist and looked at Byron expressionlessly: "The alias I used back then was Shanna."
Byron also quickly adjusted his posture. After standing upright, he coughed softly to cover up his embarrassment, and said calmly, "...Look, I have at least memorized one syllable..."
Azarena: "..."
"Let's go back to the castle first," Victoria's voice came from the side, rescuing everyone at the scene like a sound of heaven, "we can't let the guests wait here for too long."
All immediately agreed.
The brief accident on the square seemed to have turned into an episode in this way, and the follow-up process finally came to an end relatively smoothly. Afterwards, the guests from the Holy Dragon Principality, led by Victoria and others, came to the Windshield Fortress. castle hall.
The thick walls and the shield surrounding the castle blocked the cold wind, and the sumptuous banquet had already been set, and amidst the light music echoing in the hall, the episode on the square continued again—
After the formal ceremonial process, the dragonborn and Cecil began to chat, and some people's private affairs could be chatted.
In the banquet hall, Byron and Azarena stared at each other. The incredible coincidence arrangement made the two parties not know where to start the conversation. Victoria, who also lamented the wonderful fate, broke the silence: "Bye General Lun, is this really the 'female swordsman' you recalled?"
"... That's right," Byron touched the tip of his nose in embarrassment. "Her appearance hasn't changed a bit from back then. I recognized her right away—but I couldn't believe my eyes."
"Your appearance is quite different from twenty years ago," Azalena said casually, "I thought it was my own illusion at first glance."
"It's been twenty years," Byron shrugged, "and I'm a human being."
Azalena pursed her lips, glanced back and forth at Byron several times, and couldn't help saying: "...it's really you...but how is this possible...you are obviously just a small mercenary captain in the southern border , now... Imperial General? What happened in the past twenty years?"
"I sometimes feel that all this is like a dream," Byron smiled and shook his head, "It's you, ah... well, Azalena, what's going on with you?"
"Is it hard to understand?" Azalena looked down at herself, with a smile on her face, "Sorry, I really lied to you back then. My hometown is not Kazaborough in the north, but the Holy Dragon Longlinbao of the Principality, I am a dragonborn—but this identity is somewhat troublesome after being made public in the human world."
"It's Cazabury," Byron immediately corrected, and then looked at Victoria beside him with a strange look in his eyes, "So, I remembered the place name correctly, she made a mistake..."
Victoria suddenly felt a little tired, and said almost with a sigh: "But you remembered the wrong name."
"Cazaborough?" Azarena opened her eyes wide in surprise, then shook her head, "I always thought it was called Cazaborough, but it turned out to be a mistake... But no one saw it through?"
"Twenty years ago...it was a closed era," Byron sighed, and then looked at the red-haired dragonborn in front of him with a slightly strange look, "So, you didn't die back then and fell off the cliff..."
"Didn't you guys not find my body?" Azalena waved her hand, "Compared with Longyue Cliff, that cliff is much 'cuter'."
"So you left suddenly because you wanted to return to the Holy Dragon Principality?"
"Otherwise?" Azalena smiled, "I ran out secretly myself, but I can't sneak away for a lifetime. When the news of my father's serious illness came, I had to say goodbye to you in that way." .Sorry, Byron... Commander, I was young then too."
"To be honest, if it hadn't been twenty years, I'm afraid I would have fought with you," Byron glanced at the dragonborn, "Your 'joke' is a bit too big."
"... What are the companions from back then doing now?" After a moment of silence, Azalena shook the wine glass in her hand, watching the liquid surface ripple and ripple in the crystal container, and asked seemingly casually, " You have become a general of the empire, so the others... should be doing well too, right?"
"... They're all gone, not a few years after you left... It's all gone."
There was a sudden silence between the two old acquaintances.
Twenty years of time barrier have led everyone to take different paths, and the unexpected reunion twenty years later does not bring any miracle of fate—it only brings amazing coincidences and gives the parties a unique opportunity. Reminiscing about the opportunities of the year, and after reminiscing, only a sigh of each other is left.
Azalena picked up the wine glass, drank the remaining liquid in it, and sighed softly: "The wine in the human world is still so weak, but this taste I haven't tasted in twenty years... Taste it again now, I feel Not bad."
Byron smiled: "Don't sigh for the illusion, we were so poor twenty years ago, how could we drink such good wine."
"That's true," Azalena also smiled, "It's just that I didn't expect that my travels in the human world would make me a member of the mission today, and the people who greeted us were twenty-one The 'head' many years ago... Maybe this is a good start."
She raised her eyelids and looked at the middle-aged knight standing in front of her, wearing a straight officer's uniform with ribbons and medals.
The human world has changed so fast, the nobles twenty years ago... did not dress like this.
"Tell me about now," she said with a smile, "how have you been the last few years?"
Pea's face appeared in Byron's mind, and the nearly fifty-year-old knight couldn't help showing a smile mixed with happiness and reassurance. He nodded: "My daughter can already call her father..."
…
"Ah-"
Pea, who was sitting on the chair, suddenly sneezed loudly, startling Pittman, Kamel and others who were debugging the equipment next to them.
"Cold?" Pittman subconsciously reached out and touched Pea's forehead, "I don't seem to have a fever..."
"It's okay, it's just a sudden itchy nose." Pea shook her head left and right, and a synthesized voice came from the speaker, "I don't know if Dad has seen the envoy from the Holy Dragon Principality, but the time seems to be almost the same... I hope he can be serious at least in formal occasions, and don't always look unreliable... Alas, although the Grand Consul of Victoria is also there... Ah, by the way, Grandpa Pittman, is there someone on your side who can directly Contact the magic network terminal in the north? Wait a minute... "
"Stop, stop, stop—" Pittman felt his head hurt before Pea finished speaking, and quickly waved his hand to interrupt the girl who has become more and more fond of random thoughts recently, "Don't be too nervous, the Duke of the North will definitely take care of everything Yes. As for you, it is better to concentrate now."
"Oh." Pea pursed her lips, sat down on the chair obediently, and let the technicians fiddle with the metal device connected to the back of her neck, and could not help moving her neck only occasionally when she felt itchy.
"The situation is good," Kamel was watching the operation of the nerve thorns, with a light blue light flowing on his body, "this is the last inspection, pea, congratulations, you can use this thing with confidence in the future. Of course , since this is still a new technology, you still have to pay attention to its normal state, and come to us in time if there is an abnormal situation.”
"Don't worry, I will remember~~" Pea jumped off the chair and said in a brisk tone, then her eyes swept around the laboratory, and subconsciously landed on another picture in the nearby test area On the chair—there was also a test subject with a nerve thorn connected to the back of his head sitting there, but unlike her, it was a man in a researcher's white robe who looked like a professional technician.
"Is he also testing nerve thorns?" Pea looked over there and asked curiously.
Kamel came to Pea, and from his light blue arcane body, there was a gentle and pleasant sound:
"Researcher Cohen Bell is working on a different project."