A figure in a black robe flew over from the direction of the Shadow Swamp and landed on the Typhon checkpoint. Immediately, soldiers and garrison officers approached and asked the mage why he came—the mage who mastered flying and those who measured The "Battle Mage" trained by production is different. They come from the Royal Mage Association, have received systematic education and years of tempering, and are usually stationed in places such as the Communication Tower or the Mage Association branch. Come here, obviously there is something important.
"You should stop that train just now!" As soon as the black-robed mage landed, he looked angrily at the magic train that had crossed the border—it didn't enter a state of full acceleration, but moved on the rails as if sliding , but the national border is an invisible wall. After crossing the border, even if the speed of the train is slower than a snail, it is something that the Typhon people cannot catch up with. People who cross the border!"
The knight stationed at the outpost widened his eyes, and immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the train, and then turned around: "We have already checked, and there are only goods on the train that meet the list and registered crew members."
"You checked it yourself?"
Looking at the stern gaze of the mage, the young Typhon officer was not afraid, he puffed up his chest: "I checked it myself, the soldiers checked it, I checked it myself."
"...well, I hope you're right," sighed the mage, "listen, Aldernan's order..."
…
The train stopped at the checkpoint on Cecil's side, and the soldiers began to inspect the goods on the train according to the regulations, and handed over the necessary customs clearance documents to the person in charge of the train. They did it meticulously, and there seemed to be no abnormalities.
A commander wearing an officer-style melting sword on his waist walked into the carriage and glanced inside.
Between the crates, there are many silent figures.
The commander nodded slightly, turned and left.
The door of the car was closed again, and the freight car was once again dark.
"We're safe," said a voice in the darkness, "this is the Cecil checkpoint..."
"We still need to hold on for a while," Yuri said in a low voice, "We can only get off at the White Sands Station—there, we will mix with the employees of the White Sands Mining Company, and we will truly set foot on Cecil's land gone."
Wendy's voice sounded from the side: "You just used mental interference to affect the knights and soldiers who boarded the vehicle for inspection, will you show your feet?"
"No, that knight is just a low-level one," Yuri shook his head, "As for the battle mages stationed at the site... the kind of mages trained in batches can't see through high-level spiritual spells. But Alder The situation will be different after Nan’s orders arrive at these border posts, and they will definitely send more powerful official mages to check the checkpoints.”
"Then it has nothing to do with us," a priest muttered in a low voice, "I just hope that our compatriots who cross the border can pass smoothly..."
Wendy glanced at the priest who spoke last in the darkness, closed her eyes slightly, but said nothing.
After this train... How many of our fellow countrymen will cross this border to Cecil, ruled by the Outer Wanderer
As Yuri said... Maybe many people will stay in Typhon.
Although the Outlander Wanderer is powerful, there are only a few archbishops who have truly understood and faced this power. Besides in the dream world, the Outlander Wanderer is only a mortal emperor in reality. Coupled with the "loyalty" brought about by power deterrence... it has always been vulnerable.
The Order of the Eternal Sleepers, which has lasted for seven hundred years, is destined to be torn apart, and will become the nourishment of the two human empires. Where will it go in the future... who knows.
The "future" may be like this train, rumbling forward, constantly going to the distant place, and what the distant place looks like, for the current Wendy, Yuri and others, they can only imagine.
In the darkness, someone whispered to himself: "Cecil... here we come..."
…
The morning sun shone on the lawn in front of the Cecil Palace, and the smell of fresh soil wafted slowly along the wind. Gawain was walking along the path as usual, and Amber was taking a small morning jog beside him as usual.
This is Gao Wen's most leisurely time of the day.
When the melodious and resonant sound of the mechanical clock tower sounded for the first time, Gao Wen suddenly said: "Late last night, the first successful informer appeared."
Amber didn't react for a while: "... huh?"
Gao Wen casually reminded: "The Eternal Sleeper."
As the person in charge of intelligence, Amber immediately understood what Gao Wen was talking about, and she frowned subconsciously: "So fast? Didn't we predict that it would take at least a week before someone successfully disclosed the news to Rosetta August?" Stu?"
"It seems that we have underestimated Typhon's Royal Mages Association," Gao Wen shook his head, "They have thought of a way to successfully block the mind network in a very short period of time, even if it is only a small-scale application, it is enough to understand a lot Something happened."
"...Then it seems that we have to deal with it in advance," Amber curled her lips. "The number of eternal sleepers who can successfully reach Cecil may be less than half of the expected number. Fortunately, the core personnel and most of the technical materials should not be published. The problem... the rest, will fall to Rosetta Augustus."
"Of course it will fall into his hands, and he will immediately try to analyze and apply the technology of the eternal sleepers, and if he is open-minded enough, he will gather those eternal sleepers who were intercepted in Typhon like me, and try to put They dug them all up and stuffed them into his construction association... maybe... no, he will definitely do that," Gao Wen said calmly, "they may soon find a way to improve the communication tower..."
Amber looked at Gao Wen suspiciously: "Is this also in your plan?"
"This is not my plan, it's an inevitable change in the situation. Neither Megore III nor I can reverse it, but fortunately, I don't mind letting things develop in this direction," Gawain said casually, "It's like As I said a long time ago, we can't expect our opponents to stand still forever, especially an opponent like Typhon - it will definitely develop rapidly, and all we can do is to develop a little faster than them and let them develop There are more potholes on the road."
Amber curled her lips, and muttered while trying to keep up with Gao Wen's pace: "In short, the most important thing now is that you, the 'behind the scenes', must have been exposed to Rosetta."
Gao Wen was silent for two seconds after hearing the words, and then exhaled lightly, looking into the distance: "Yes..."
"Do you want to deal with public opinion as soon as possible?" Amber asked, "Typhon may make a fuss about this-although I don't think they will have any clever means in the area of 'public opinion'."
"Just look at the arrangements," Gao Wen said casually, "You should already be very experienced in this area."
"Understood."
Amber nodded and replied simply, and then she saw that Gao Wen didn't intend to continue speaking, so she couldn't help asking: "In addition, your involvement in the Eternal Sleeper Cult has exposed traces of your activities in Typhon. , there should be other reactions from Typhon—the trade plan and ambassador plan we just made..."
"Trust me, from now on, business will continue, ambassadors will continue to be dispatched, and peace will remain as before. Typhon and Cecil will still be good neighbors," Gawain smiled, and glanced at Amber, "As for private... Anyway, our mutual infiltrating spies There has never been a lot. Your military intelligence bureau has been sending out excellent operatives, and we have caught Typhon spies in the eastern border and several provinces in the northeast... How many have you already had?"
Amber rolled her eyes: "It's enough to build a city, and it's rich to form a mining group."
"Isn't that enough?" Gao Wen smiled lightly, "It's just a daily life in a big country. Of course, Rosetta Augustus will be more vigilant towards us than before, and he should also make some changes in future business orders." There are certain restrictions, but what about the overall situation? Behind the peace agreement, who really underestimated the other, Typhon or Cecil—it’s just that in the face of sufficient national interests, everyone has a tacit understanding.”
Seeing Amber's thoughtful expression, Gao Wen just let out a soft breath, he stopped talking, but thought of something else in his mind.
What he and Amber talked about were only matters at the level of the two countries, but on a personal level, he didn't know how Rosetta Augustus would feel about himself as a "wanderer outside the territory".
There is only one thing he can be sure of: he cannot expect a person like Emperor Rosetta to be panic-stricken and nervous when facing a so-called "outsider wanderer".
It is even more likely that Emperor Typhon never regarded himself, the "ancient hero" who "revealed the coffin" as an ordinary human being from the very beginning. It is probably meaningless for the rulers.
Because Gao Wen himself has the same mentality—
The Augustus family that ruled Typhon has been entangled with a certain "curse" since two hundred years ago, and behind this curse, people always think of the spiritual pollution of gods.
Rosetta Augustus also has his "little secret" behind him, and whether this little secret is related to the spiritual pollution of gods, and which god it specifically involves, although it can arouse curiosity for Gao Wen , but it will not affect his dealings with the Typhon Empire.
Because the national interest requires it.
"What did you think of?" Amber's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Gao Wen's random thoughts for a while. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and saw a pair of big amber eyes looking at him. So dignified... "
Gao Wen expressed his feelings for a moment, and casually said what was in his heart: "People who sit in the position of rulers are often no longer considered 'people'."
Amber suddenly looked stunned, and then scratched her face: "Although I also think that you are not in this position, but you said it so frankly that I don't know how to continue the conversation..."
Gao Wen: "... I didn't mean that."
"That's pretty much the same thing," Amber waved her hands indifferently, then muttered while taking two quick steps to keep up with Gawain's footsteps, "I said you can't walk slower? Are you walking at this speed?"
Gao Wen looked down at his steps, and then at Amber trotting beside him: "I thought you happened to be jogging in the morning..."
Amber's pointed ears immediately stood up, and there were even veins around the ears: "... I can't keep up with you!!"
Gao Wen: "..."
…
When the freight train from the Typhon Empire was speeding towards the white sand hills in the sun, on the banks of the Gorgon River, which had gradually thawed and the water level was about to fill, on the vast plain outside Pompeii, another train was also crushing The newly built track is flying towards the south.
The red-haired Azarena sat by the window, staring at the grass and relay piles passing by outside with wide eyes, her eyes full of curiosity.
She has been to this human country, to the southern border of this country, that was twenty years ago.
Today, twenty years later, everything here has an unimaginable freshness for her.
Only twenty years have passed.
The dragon-mark witch retracted her gaze and looked at Sir Gorosh who was sitting opposite her: "Look, this thing is indeed much faster than the earth drake..."
The pack animals that the dragon descendants took at this time were all left in the north. Those traditional means of transportation had fulfilled their mission, and they were not suitable for the climate and soil of the southern country. The Cecilians prepared more convenient and more Advanced means of transportation. At first, Sir Golosh was a little skeptical about these rumbling machines, but now it seems that Mr. Jazz has enjoyed it.
"I don't know how the Cecilians made this thing," Sir Gorosh said, with curiosity in his tone, "If they can work in colder places, it's a good thing..."
"But it's not easy to let it travel through the mountains in the north," Azalena said, "The Holy Dragon Principality doesn't have many plains."
"This can be solved for Dragonborn, isn't it?" Sir Gorosh said with a smile, "The key is to see if the Cecilian's technology can be sold, and how to sell it—from the attitude of your old acquaintance. , they seem to be happy to sell these new things, as long as the price is right."
"Sir Gorosh, I never knew you were a businessman," Azalena looked up and down Sir Gorosh's eyes, "and when you said the word 'old acquaintance'... it seemed to mean something ?”
Sir Golosh said with a blank expression, "This is your illusion, Ms. Azalena."
"I hope," Azalena looked out of the window again, "ah, it seems that we are about to cross a barrier between the mountains..."