Yuri leaned closer to the wall on one side of the carriage. There were no windows in the freight carriage, but ventilating grilles were opened in the concealed place. His sight penetrated the gap between the iron plates and he saw that there was no time to diffuse the air on the platform. A thin mist rose, and people in uniform were walking back and forth in the background intertwined with lights and fog, and a manager with a large number of keys was locking a gate at the end of the platform.
Wendy's voice came from behind: "There have been several 'informers' before, but they were all cleared after triggering the key consciousness lock. This time, the mind that was disconnected from the network 'disappeared' out of thin air before triggering the consciousness lock. It seems that all mental connections were directly blocked by some powerful force... "
Yuri withdrew his gaze, looked at a figure in the dark, and said in a low voice, "It seems that the continuous occurrence of abnormal situations has aroused the vigilance of Rosetta Augustus. If the Royal Mages Association takes action, the mind connection must be blocked. It's not too difficult... ”
"It's expected, it's just that the Royal Society of Mages and Rosetta Augustus reacted a little faster than we thought," Wendy said softly, "The key now is how much damage the 'whistleblower' will cause …”
"Most middle-level and above members have completed statistics and marking, and sent away two groups of people before, and the situation is still under control." Yuri returned to the crate, thinking while saying, "The core level will not appear. Informants, those who are shaken are mostly below the middle level... They have limited information, and it is difficult for Rosetta Augustus to confirm our detailed plan in the first place, so this train should still be safe... But the follow-up people must be as soon as possible A new course has been drawn."
"Is the next train going to be cancelled?"
"Cancel it, we can no longer carry out large-scale transfers," Yuri nodded, "Let the compatriots who stay here move in batches and cross the border in pieces..."
While talking, he couldn't help frowning, and sighed: "It's a pity that the Psychic Network can only operate in the basic mode now, and there is no way to monitor every node as sensitively and accurately as before. Only respond when the consciousness is locked... there will definitely be a lot of shakers who slipped through the net."
"It's all expected losses. We just need to keep the core personnel and materials as much as possible," Wendy said slowly, and then frowned, "But Daniel's side..."
"He should be safe—Daniel was only a middle-level priest two years ago, and he rarely interacted with people. After he was promoted to bishop, he began to be active in Aldernan. Due to the special area of activity, his identity is kept secret within the church. He has always been very high, and those who know are reliable people. However, he must be reminded that he is in Aldernan after all... "
A sudden ringing of the bell pierced the quiet night, and also interrupted what Yuri hadn't finished saying.
The carriage fell silent for a moment, and an unspeakable sense of tension and anticipation permeated the crowd. Someone approached the hidden air hole on the wall and watched the situation outside through the gap between the iron plates.
The light on the platform pierced through the mist, and the glow projected by magic was looming in the mist. Someone blew a whistle in the depths of the fog, and the sharp sound was transmitted from one end of the platform to the other, and faint tremors began to emanate from the carriage. Coming from the bottom of the ridge, the hum of power ridge charging became more and more obvious.
The light on the top of the relay pile turned from red to green, and the platform slowly retreated. This heavy and huge industrial machine let out a buzzing growl, and began to slide faster and faster on the rails, heading towards the depths of the thin mist in the distance. Speeding up, plunged headlong into the vast night...
…
Mary turned on the magic spar lamp embedded on the wall, and let the soft light illuminate the living room. The darkness and faint starlight that filled the living room before were instantly dispelled by the artificial light, creating a warm and bright atmosphere. A comfortable sense of security.
Then a voice suddenly came from the corner, almost startling the young female mage who was about to hang her coat on the coat rack: "Why did you come back so late?"
"Teacher...you haven't slept yet?" Mary turned her head, and was surprised to see Daniel sitting on the sofa in the corner of the living room. There was a small brown leather suitcase on the round table in front of the sofa. The old mage looked inquiringly, The young female mage reacted in a hurry, "Ah, I was looking up information in the Royal Library... I accidentally missed the time..."
"It's a good thing to like studying, but it's another thing to be almost locked in the library." Daniel shook his head, and asked Mary casually while motioning to come closer, "Have you encountered any suspicious people or things? ?”
"No," Mary wondered as she sat down on the small sofa opposite Daniel, "Why do you ask that?"
"... Nothing, just be more careful recently, don't tell outsiders too much about our time when we lived in seclusion in the West," Daniel said in a low voice, his fingers seemed to be tapping the small box on the round table unconsciously, in a seemingly After thinking for a while, he pushed the small box forward, "Mary, I will leave this box to you for safekeeping."
"Ah... okay, okay," Mary first subconsciously obeyed the instructor's order, and then asked belatedly after taking the box in her hand, "Teacher, what's inside?"
"... Some of my notes and materials have been sorted out over the past few years," Daniel said casually, "The other apprentices are not people who can take these things seriously. It would be nice if they could figure out their own knowledge. Others are smarter..."
Listening to Daniel's flat voice, Mary's eyes widened with astonishment, and she finally couldn't help but speak: "Teacher, you are..."
"Don't be so nervous, just be prepared," Daniel glanced at Mary, and his tone became stern, "Looking at your frightened look, how can you have the calmness of a magician? How can I trust you with things?"
Mary shrank her neck immediately, not daring to continue speaking. Daniel, who was sitting opposite, snorted coldly with a little dissatisfaction, and then said: "You know about the spiritual network... and you know what happened recently, our master A god is vanquished, but there are wavering men who fear him...
"Mary, if something goes wrong, you can inherit what I left. I have no one to trust to, and you are the smarter one among my large group of ineffective apprentices...
"Windsor may respect me, but she is more loyal to her emperor. She was taught by me, but she is no longer my apprentice.
"As for now, you just put these things away. Remember, this is just a preparation, and it is almost impossible for us to use it."
Mary stared fixedly at the small box in her hand, then raised her head to look at the mentor in front of her. The old mage just sat there quietly, with nothing but peace in her sunken eye sockets.
When did this terrifying and powerful old man completely lose his madness and paranoia
Mary suddenly found herself missing the final stage of this change, immersed in Aldernan's library and magic laboratory, immersed in a new environment where she could learn as much as she could, absorbing knowledge greedily like a sponge, Enjoying the most ordinary daily life of a normal mage, and now she suddenly woke up, and was surprised to find that her terrifying mentor... had become like an ordinary old man at some point.
She reacted suddenly, retracted her neck habitually, and lowered her head: "Teacher, I... I understand..."
"It's good if you understand," Daniel said lightly. Then he put his hand on the table and slowly stood up from the sofa. "Rest early today, we still have experiments to do tomorrow."
He left the round table, bent forward with his hunched body, and walked slowly towards the stairs not far away. Artificial nerve cables were quietly hanging behind him. These products of biochemical modification once terrified Mary, but Now they seemed to be lifeless burdens, weighing heavily on the old mage's back.
"Teacher," Mary suddenly couldn't help calling out, but she didn't know what to say after she opened her mouth. She seemed to have something to say in her head, but when she opened her mouth, there was only a large blank in her brain. After a second of awkward and tense silence, she finally managed to form a sentence, "Mentor, do you... regret it?"
After saying this, she couldn't help biting her lips, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably. She realized that she was too reckless. The question she asked was not only bold, but also offensive. This is not a What the apprentice should say to the mentor, especially in the present situation.
However, the old mage was not as furious as before, and he didn't even look back. He just paused for a moment, and then continued to walk slowly towards the stairs.
It wasn't until he stepped on the first step that he said in a deep and slow voice, as if talking to himself: "Chaowendao..."
Mary stood there in a daze.
The instructor said a weird phrase, which was made up of several words, but she could understand it, and she knew that this phrase was said by the great "master", who was almost a god I've used this phrase to describe academics when talking about learning with my tutors, and the tutors have always loved it.
But what is the intention of the teacher to answer with this sentence now
Mary wanted to ask something more, but when she looked up, the tutor had disappeared on the steps leading to the second floor.
…
"Your Majesty, that's all I know." Lord Bommier sat on the chair, clutching the hem of his clothes nervously with both hands, his mouth was a little dry after talking for a long time, but at this moment he didn't dare to ask Miss Diana asked for a glass of ice wine to soothe her throat. He knew how much of what he had just said could make his head fall, so after telling the whole thing, he sat down like a prisoner waiting for trial. In the same place, waiting for Rosetta Augustus to pass judgment on herself.
But the ruler of an empire is obviously not interested in pursuing the crimes of a little lord at this moment.
"For so many years...they have been hiding in Orlandle, hiding under the ruins of the great collapse..." Rosetta Augustus' expression had regained his composure, and he sat quietly on the high-backed chair, with his right hand relaxed Leaving it on the armrest, the left hand rests on the arm of the right hand, "The Eternal Sleeper... Augustus owes nothing to them."
Lord Bommier's mind was a little confused, but he still keenly captured some words in His Majesty's words immediately. After a brief astonishment, he realized that he might have heard something that should not be spread, so he quickly lowered his eyelids, Pretend not to hear anything.
"Your Majesty, we must start eradicating this cult organization immediately," Windsor Mapel's voice came from the side, saving Lord Bommyer's pounding heart like a melody, "They have grown to such a scale secretly … This is no small matter.”
"That's true," Rosetta nodded, "They should have started to fully evacuate and remove the traces left in various places by now, but it is impossible for such a large organization to disappear completely and silently in a short period of time. matter."
As he spoke, the ruler of Typhon smiled lightly: "But what I care about more is that Gawain Cecil...a group of cultists call him 'Outsider Wanderer' in awe. ', thinking that he is a 'god-like' who invaded the present world from outside the world, this is something I never thought about."
"Your Majesty, the cultists are acting crazy, but we still need to take this information seriously," Windsor Mapel said immediately, "At least we can be sure that Gawain Cecil has infiltrated and controlled the eternal sleep in the empire through some way." Or, this is undoubtedly a very terrible hidden danger, and he has planted countless eyeliners in the empire because of this... This matter must be dealt with quickly and secretly."
Rosetta nodded lightly, with a serious look on her face. At the same time, Windsor Mapel continued: "In addition, the statement about 'outside wanderers' must also be taken seriously. An ancient man who died seven hundred years ago The sudden resurrection of the hero itself was very strange from the very beginning. I think... It cannot be ruled out that there is some kind of 'something' other than human beings occupying Gawain Cecil's body, which caused this incredible miracle of resurrection... "
Rosetta shook her head suddenly after hearing what Windsor Mapel said, and smiled slightly.
"His Majesty?"
"I don't care who is in that body, maybe he was indeed 'Gavin Cecil' when he just got up from the coffin, but from the time he started to implement his new order, who he used to be It doesn't matter anymore," Rosetta Augustus said in a deep voice, "It doesn't matter if it's a heroic soul, an evil spirit, or even the incarnation of a certain god. To us, his only meaningful identity That's 'Emperor Cecil' - our neighbor.
"But... 'Outlander Wanderer' is... interesting..."