The dragonborn left with a document representing the conclusion of formal diplomatic relations between the two countries, as well as a series of business plans, diplomatic plans, technical and cultural exchange plans.
The official news of the establishment of diplomatic relations with the Holy Dragon Principality soon appeared in the streets and alleys of Cecil City, in every province and every city covered by the new communication network of the empire, and in the broadcasts of the magic net and the newspapers at the hands of citizens. In fact, it has become the talk of the citizens in the next few days after dinner, and the investment inspiration of the businessmen in the next few months, and will eventually settle into the career of the consuls and clerks of the empire for many years to come.
In warmer days, the fields outside the city are covered with green, the wind blowing from the plains and hills no longer carries the chill, only the breath of summer is getting more and more obvious day by day.
A breeze blew across the open take-off and landing field, a black giant dragon streaked across the sky, and landed smoothly in the area marked with white reflective paint. The accumulated waste energy is continuously released into the air through the lattice structure, forming an unstable and hot cyclone around the giant dragon.
After the cyclone gradually dissipated, Rebecca, who was wearing a white tunic over the single skirt, and Sonia, who was wearing a light green hunting jacket, stepped forward and came to Maggie who was checking her equipment with her head down.
"Very beautiful flight, Maggie!" Rebecca said with a happy smile, "especially the acceleration in the last part!!"
"But I still haven't been able to break through the 'missile limit'." Maggie shook her head and said with some regret, "I feel like it's just a little bit short, but the magic power will always dissipate in the final stage of acceleration..."
"Yeah, it's a little bit close." Rebecca scratched her hair, "It's obvious that there is no problem in the origin laboratory... Why can't the limit speed be broken?"
Sonia, who is from the Silver Empire and currently serves as an exchange ambassador between Cecil and the Silver Empire, and also serves as a consultant for Cecil's aircraft project, couldn't help shaking her head when she heard Rebecca's chanting, and said softly with a trace of emotion : "The limit speed of flying objects... is also a problem that has troubled elves for many years."
"Except for 'instant spells' such as rays or lightning, and 'pathless spells' such as curses and illusions, is there a speed limit for all spells that require physical flight such as missiles, fireballs, and ice cones..." Maggie Gently moving his huge body, lying on the ground little by little, he said at a comfortable talking distance, "The name 'Missile Limit' is quite appropriate."
"We elves are actually more accustomed to calling it the 'entity flying speed barrier'," Sonia said next to her, "because it is not only magic flying objects that encounter this speed limit. According to our observations and statistics over the past few thousand years, No flying creature can exceed this speed, not even a dragon seems to be able to—every entity has a limit, and this is our conclusion."
Rebecca blinked and hugged her head in a little trouble.
To test the limits of flying height and flying speed of existing flying technology, and to seek a breakthrough direction, this is the next exploration goal of the Institute of Magic Technology in the field of aircraft, and the team led by Rebecca has launched a series of The only test they're going to test here today is the ultimate speed of the Iron Wing - and the results are as regrettable as ever.
"If you can't come up with any results, the ancestors will be angry... At least you have to find the reason..."
"Let's do it again," Maggie suddenly lifted her spirits, and said with her neck raised. She looked at the green wilderness and the darker mountains in the distance, and her tone rose slightly, "Fly again!"
Rebecca glanced at the other party worriedly: "Don't you want to take a break?"
"I've already rested—Dragonborn's recovery speed is much better than that of you humans, not to mention that most of the time when I fly, the machine is working," Maggie said with a smile, "and I also want to fly again." Fly once—the Moon of Recovery is coming to an end, I saw that the giant forest in the distance has already flourished, there is a very beautiful scenery over there, I want to fly over to have a look~~"
Rebecca listened to the scenery described by the other party, and immediately became happy (her mood is always easy to be happy), she also looked at the distant scenery with a happy smile on her face: "Really, It's green everywhere, worthy of the last week of Recovery Moon... well, let's test again. Ah, I just had an idea!"
"Idea?" Maggie was taken aback by Rebecca's last cry, but soon remembered that the other party's ideas were always novel and interesting, and suddenly became curious, "What idea?"
"You can take a magic network terminal that can record images, and take a picture of a giant forest and a dark mountain from the sky, okay?" Rebecca gestured excitedly, "Look, although we have dragoons, ordinary people It is still difficult to have the opportunity to experience the feeling of flying in the sky, let alone know what the land I have lived for generations looks like—you record a piece, and then we send it to the Magic Web Broadcasting Center, Miss Jibril will definitely be very happy. "
"Magic web image..." Maggie was stunned for a moment when she heard Rebecca's mind-blowing idea, but soon followed her train of thought, revealing a half-meter-wide monster with twenty-eight fangs. smile, "Good idea!"
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On the Imperial Avenue on the east bank of the Gorgon River, a convoy depicting the sword and plow emblem is passing between the river bank and the plain.
"We are already far away from Cecil City, even far enough that the magic energy train hasn't covered it yet," the red-haired Dragonmark Witch Azalena glanced at Sir Gorosh who was sitting by the window. , said with some helplessness, "If you are really reluctant, you should talk to Maggie more when you are in Cecil City—don't say you talked a lot, I mean the kind of father and daughter who sit down and have a good chat Everyday, eat a meal and play chess together, and get along like a normal family instead of communicating like a meeting between superiors and subordinates."
"I..." Gorosh looked away from the window, opened his mouth, but could only wave his hand at the end, "I tried..."
"It's true, I can see that you have worked hard," Azalena shook her head, "You have learned how to joke and chat with others over the years, and according to what I know about you, how many times have you been in Cecil City? Tian and Maggie's getting along should be the most harmonious days between you father and daughter in the past few decades."
"That's right," Gorosh thought for a while, and said with a hint of helplessness but relief, "She is willing to smile at me."
"That's a gift...forget it," Azalena waved her hand halfway through her words, "It's already very good, after all, everyone's situation is different."
Sir Golosh was silent for a while, and suddenly felt a little relieved. He smiled a little, and turned his gaze out of the window again, but he did not look at the south that had been left behind—his gaze swept across the vast plain on the east bank of the Gorgon River. , passing the vast fields bathed in the sun and the breeze, the rivers and lakes with abundant water, and the rolling mountains in the distance. Between the rivers and the wilderness, there are smoke rising from the kitchen, and metal towers shining in the sun.
He lived in the imperial capital of the Cecils for half a month, and this half month seems to have passed the most obvious stage of seasonal changes in the human kingdom—the temperature is rising day by day, the plants are becoming more and more luxuriant, and all social activities and construction projects are in full swing. Get busy. When he looked out of the car window at the Holy Spirit Plain for the first time, there was still a hint of winter bleakness in the world, but this time when he looked at the wilderness, the outside was already full of vitality.
This made him feel emotional: "The seasonal changes in the human world are really obvious-the Holy Dragon Principality is almost always winter, and the two seasons here are like two worlds. I still remember the last time these plains were bare Yes, now there is farmland in the same place."
"Perhaps we should be more surprised that this was once a land destroyed by war," Azalena shook her head lightly, "We are passing through the main pollution area during the Ansu Civil War—the Cecils are rebuilding here, those Cultivated land and settlements have been built in the past year, and they built roads on this side of the river to transport supplies and people to the reconstruction area. What turned this land upside down is not only the change of seasons, but also those who firmly believe that they can rebuild Cecilians of the homeland."
"...Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Grand Duke Baloger thinks the Cecil Empire is worth making friends with," Sir Golosh said in a low voice after being silent for two seconds, "after Gawain Cecil formulates a new set of After the order, people in this country dare to challenge anything in order to live a good life."
Azalena didn't speak, but followed Gorosh's gaze and looked out the window, watching the plants and small rivers on the plain receding, watching a certain camp built by the rebuilders in the past winter disappearing little by little Between the rolling wilderness...
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In the distance, there is a convoy passing by on the Imperial Avenue, and further away, engineering facilities such as iron towers and cranes can be vaguely seen lined up along the river bank.
The tall man stood on the high ground at the edge of the camp, silently looking at the distant river bank. He was wearing the gray-blue overalls that the rebuilders of the Holy Spirit Plains often wore, and his exposed arms, neck and a small part of his cheeks were wrapped around with white gauze bandage.
In the area not covered by the bandage gauze, you can vaguely see the scars left by the fading of the crystal cluster structure, and even the crystals that have not completely faded.
The gray-blue overalls were issued by the engineering team. The style is very simple, but the industrial fabrics from the Typhon Empire are of high quality, and if they were placed in the old days, poor people would not be able to get a new suit for several years. The new clothes are already a great deal for many people.
The bandages on the body are to cover up and treat the "sequelae" left by the crystal cluster infection-although this terrible infection will no longer spread, the scars and crystals left on the body still affect the lives of many healers. Rui and the others are trying to alleviate these residual symptoms. Now they can at least reduce the remaining crystals and scars on the body surface of the recovered patients by half. In order to cooperate with the treatment, the "bandage" has become a distinctive feature of the recovered patients in the reconstruction area. one.
Suddenly footsteps came from the side, the tall and silent man turned his head and saw a dark-skinned man in the same overalls walking towards him.
"No. 32!" The other party waved his hand, "You are really here?"
"It's not time to go to work, is it?" The man named No. 32 said in a muffled voice, "Is there any other work?"
"The only thing you can think about is work," the dark-skinned man teased with a smile, "You are too confused, you forgot to rest for half a day this afternoon?"
No. 32 was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "...forgot."
"What are you looking at?" The dark-skinned man came over and looked into the distance in the direction of No. 32's gaze just now, he smacked his lips, "Oh, that's not bad... the railway engineering team on the other side of the river has all advanced here I'm afraid the road can be repaired to Saint-Sunil before autumn... "
"It was very fast... It took many years to build a road from Talen to Solimborg."
"You said it as if you had repaired it," the dark-skinned man glanced at his work partner, and then patted his arm, "Stop blowing the wind here, and go back to the camp, there is something good this afternoon— I kindly came to call you, or you would have missed it."
"Good thing?" No. 32 frowned, and couldn't help showing some doubts on the face covered with bandages, scars and crystals beyond recognition, "What good thing?"
"Hey, what do you say with that buzzword... Welfare! The welfare that the superiors have won for us!" The dark man smiled happily, "I won't tell you, come with me, and you will know it when you see it with your own eyes. !"
While speaking, he dragged No. 32's arm and walked towards the camp, and the latter could only follow behind in doubt. They walked through the open space outside the camp, through the gate of the reconstruction camp, and walked towards the auditorium next to the residential area-the auditorium is a place that can accommodate everyone, and the people who manage the camp will call everyone there for a meeting and announce the work There is also a "teacher" sent from Pompeii to give lessons to the workers, teaching everyone literacy, arithmetic and "social order". Everyone is familiar with the auditorium. the most important place outside.
Many people were already gathering towards the auditorium.
No. 32 followed his partner, and followed everyone forward with confusion. He heard someone beside him chanting "Phantom Drama", someone mentioned "new technology from the south", and his partner finally No more tricks, this cheerful man who is said to be from the fertile forestland said with a smile: "Today we will play a magic shadow drama, do you know that the magic shadow drama is a drama played with magic technology - the drama was only played by nobles and gentlemen at the beginning. You can only watch it! Now we can watch it, and we can watch it for free... "
On the 32nd, he listened to his partner's introduction and bragging half-comprehensively—he can be sure that this guy has never seen the so-called phantom drama, and now he is bragging to himself, probably from someone else's mouth tens of minutes ago here.
But this bragging is not tiresome.
He nodded cooperatively, as a response to his partner's hard bragging. Then he raised his head and looked at the outer wall of the auditorium not far away. A huge canvas with bright colors.
No. 32's eyes froze.
He saw a young man standing on the screen, wearing the armor of the old era, holding a long sword in both hands. Behind him was a dark and sunken plain, but a ray of sunlight shone down, illuminating the young man's face. The distinctive armor is plated with a layer of light.
The whole painting has a typical southern style-realistic characters, but also has a thick and colorful landscape smear full of abstract and hidden symbolic meanings.
There are huge letters printed on the screen, and the name of this painting seems to be "Fenghuo".
It must have been a great master who created this painting.
The characters in the painting are really detailed.
(Friendly recommend a book, "The Daily Life of Codewriters Salvating the World", the author is an old reader who has followed since the Xiling era, and many of the original readers should know him, Lao Shen knows it—he wrote =. =)