Chapter 605 The End of Winter

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Andersa looked at her loyal monarch with a hint of astonishment.

At first, she didn't hear anything wrong with Rosetta the Great's words-because almost any Typhon noble who had grasped the situation and understood the changes in the empire over the years could see that there would eventually be a war between Typhon and Anzu , this is a necessity, but soon, she realizes that Rosetta's words mean more than that.

Gawain Cecil will eventually be the enemy of Typhon.

Rosetta Augustus has always regarded Anzu as his prey, but now, among the prey, there is a hunter, a hunter who is also hungry.

"Your Majesty, if that's the case, why do you want to cooperate with him?"

"There are many forms of war, and 'cooperation' is one of them," Rosetta said calmly. "In this cooperation, the empire can benefit too much, and the Cecilians have what we desperately need. But at the same time, we have what they desperately need in our hands... we are plotting against them, and they are plotting against us."

Andersa lowered her head slightly, thinking about the deep meaning of the emperor's words.

"The 'magic industry' created by the Cecils is changing the rules of society. I can't see what it will look like in the end, but I can feel that the existing order is based on land and farming. The order will soon be broken by factories and machines, and the Cecils are already ahead of us in this area, but they have their advantages and we have ours,” Rosetta continued. The car is sent back to China, sent to the Imperial Workers Association, disassembled into parts, no matter how much it costs, we must understand how it works. We can't build anything better than it for the time being, but at least we need to build something that can match it. run the same.

"In addition, inform Duke Ferdinand to convene court advisors to count the production and demand of iron ore, magic materials, grain, and cotton in the country, and plan the initial transportation route.

"Organize scholars in mechanics and magic technology, from now on, let them work and live with road builders, ready to become 'workers'. There is a high probability that the Cecilians will not allow our mages and scholars to participate in the technical aspects of repairing the 'railway', but it is impossible for them not to recruit workers.

"Prepare an order for me to let Duke Seven start the preparations for the 'bank'...

"Order the Council to assess the risks of all matters..."

Risk... This word flashed through Andersa's mind, and at the same time, she firmly memorized every order of Emperor Rosetta.

The giant sun hides behind chaotic clouds,

The light leaking from the clouds gradually approached the western horizon, the sky light quickly dimmed, the street lamps in the camp were lit one by one, and the bright magic spar lamps released a constant brilliance, making this small camp seem like chaos. The lighthouse, radiant and bright, and the hazy and magnificent magnificent wall add radiance to each other.

Rosetta Augustus returned to his palace. He sat quietly in a high-back chair, with a lot of reports and materials related to factories, roads, and cotton production spread out in front of him.

As the night got darker, the emperor glanced at the sky light outside the window, then leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, closed his eyes, and took a short rest.

The boundless darkness, the extremely quiet darkness, seemed to cover his senses and spirit for a moment.

Rosetta Augustus opened his eyes and saw himself in a magnificent palace.

This palace is extremely beautiful, with towering columns and magnificent domes. All the walls and roofs are painted with exquisite paintings and colorful patterns. The steeple narrow windows with rich Typhon style are inlaid on the walls on both sides, and the crystal glass of the windows is the same. Has intricate and delicate patterns.

A wide hall appeared in front of Rosetta, which seemed to hold a thousand people for a dance party - but in fact, the entire palace was empty.

An indescribable silence enveloped the splendid and empty building. There were no attendants, no guards, no human beings. Only the indifferent, dusk-like light shone through the narrow high windows and cast down the palace halls. Shadow after shadow.

Rosetta quietly looked at the uninhabited palace in the dream, with an indifferent expression, and after a brief silence, he stepped forward.

The moment he took his steps, countless low, vague whispers and murmurs from nowhere suddenly came from all directions.

The ubiquitous voice was mixed with overlapping conversations and laughter, and it seemed to be mixed with suppressed crying and screaming, as if the empty palace was suddenly filled with people, those who could not see Visitors or residents come and go in the empty corridors and halls, chatting, laughing, cursing, and crying around Rosetta Augustus—but Rosetta, surrounded by these sounds, just walks silently forward , as if ignoring the interference of all sounds.

Finally, a clear whisper emerged from the chaotic whispers and murmurs, and it entered Emperor Typhon's ears hoarsely and lowly: "...Ah...you are here again...so unyielding..."

Rosetta continued to walk forward. As he moved, the wide hall shattered silently, and a long and deep corridor appeared in front of him. There were also narrow windows on both sides of the corridor. The light of the sky sprinkled on the opposite wall through the narrow window, and the light and shadow were interlaced, and one could see portraits hanging silently on the wall.

Rosetta saw her brother, saw her father, saw her uncle...

Everyone who has inherited the blood of the Augustus family and has left this world hangs here quietly, looking at themselves with indifferent eyes through the cold oil painting.

The closest to him was his eldest son, who died young.

The young man frozen in the frame looked at Rosetta and suddenly said, "Father... won't you stop and rest?"

Rosetta did not stop, but continued to walk forward.

The deep whisper sounded again: "Both sides of this road are death, and the end of this road is also death..."

Rosetta gradually walked into the depths of the corridor, and the surrounding light had become dimmed, and the portraits on both sides began to become more ancient, more faded, more indifferent and alienated. Looking at Emperor Typhon who was walking in the corridor as if full of malice, the low whisper continued to sound:

"...It's better to stop and take a rest, you don't have to challenge this impossible task...

"How painful the truth is... it's better to leave it behind, sometimes it's a mortal blessing to live ignorantly...

"Those Augustus before you, they were as stubborn as you, but how did they end up? None of them succeeded, they were mad, they were all mad... You shouldn't have seen it, but since you've See, it's better to accept this curse calmly..."

At the end of the hallway, all those maddening whispers and murmurs suddenly disappeared, and Rosetta looked up silently at the portraits that hung at the end of the hallway.

That was the beginning of the surname "Augustus" as Typhon's ruler, the beginning of this ancient family - the Augustus earlier than that, have disappeared with the passage of time in the collapse of the ancient Gondor Empire , Even if there is a name circulating, it has not left an image in this "palace".

In the dim light, Rosetta saw several portraits: Roland Augustus, Bertomund Augustus, Thalia Augustus...

At the end of these side-by-side portraits, he saw the position of Bertila Augustus, but in the center of the dark frame, there seemed to be a cohesive shadow covering the seven hundred The face of a saint who was active years ago.

Rosetta looked at the portrait calmly for a while, then withdrew her gaze and spoke for the first time to break the silence: "Bertier Augustus is really still alive?"

Deep in the empty palace, no voice responded to his question.

Rosetta seemed to have expected this result. He just showed a mocking smile and turned to walk in the direction he came from.

The whisper sounded again: "Why aren't you crazy yet?"

Rosetta's footsteps paused slightly, and her voice was low: "We have a toughness beyond your imagination."

The palace began to shake violently, as if the dream was about to end.

Rosetta raised her head, watching the deep and long corridor keep falling apart, falling to pieces of masonry, and in the unknown darkness behind him, that low whisper turned into a distant sigh: "Alas..."

The sigh seemed to contain endless regret and helplessness, which was very different from the crazy and malicious whispers before.

The last supporting structure of the entire palace also disintegrated completely after this sigh and turned into nothingness.

After the wall completely collapsed, the scene outside the palace also came into Rosetta's eyes. He saw a city, a city that was rapidly collapsing in the collapse of the sky, countless towering towers and towering walls were disintegrating in violent shaking, The earth cracked a terrifyingly huge chasm, and an entire city was swallowed up by the earth in an instant, and in the depths of the earth, the last thing he saw was a layer of transparency. The dome, the indescribable star polymer floating in the dome...

...

The giant sun rises in the east and sets in the west, day and night alternate, and the stars rotate.

The ancient constellations watched the world with solemnity and indifference like the gods, watching the passage of time, watching the busyness of mortals.

Frostbite crossed the highest point in the sky, and Winter began to unleash its last might in the last month of the season, the wind whistled and the ground froze.

With the support of construction machinery and various other advanced technologies, the "sub-tower" in charge of the Cecil Pinnacle Base completed the main building one month ahead of schedule, and a series of "purification devices" spreading from the sub-tower to the north also After completing the capping of the main body, the installation and debugging of a series of later magic devices will become the main work of the magicians.

The technical exchange between the Silver Empire and the Principality of Cecil is finally on the right track. After the initial run-in and small project tests, the wizard mages in the southern part of the continent and the human magic researchers in the northern part of the continent established a preliminary In a tacit understanding, the Principality of Cecil and the Silver Empire have set up more signal relay towers and enhancement devices in the areas they control. In the mainland, a series of technology exchange and cooperation projects have been started in telecommunication.

In Ansu 738, on the 35th day of the cold month, Gawain received a magic web communication from Heidi.

"The special envoy sent by Typhon has arrived in Cecil City," the elegant and calm Grand Archon of the Principality reported the situation in the holographic projection, "according to your order, they will be arranged to visit the next day. The operation of the Eastern Line of the Magic Train."

"They've finally arrived... But I can understand that, after all, such an important project, Rosetta Augustus and his think tanks don't know how many times they have to evaluate before making the final decision," Gawain sat at the desk Afterwards, the unique whistle of a heavy-duty transport vehicle came from the window: a batch of rock, soil and monster specimens collected in the wasteland just finished loading, ready to be sent to the research department of Cecil City, "The Principality How's it going?"

"Everything is stable. The last batch of exiled knights in the northern region has surrendered. The magic monitoring and sensing devices in all border areas and key urban areas have been installed and activated. According to the plan, we will spread the sensing devices to villages and towns next."

Gao Wen breathed a sigh of relief.

At this point, the current social security protection of the Principality of Cecil has finally been completed.

The so-called "magic monitoring and sensing device" is a special facility developed by Carmel and set up by the Government Office. Its ideas come from the ancient Gondor Empire, and its technology is contemporary "magic detection spells" and The product of the combination of magic net communication technology, its biggest function is to perceive all spellcasting behaviors within the range, and send the alarm back as soon as possible. node location, thereby quickly locking down unauthorized spell activity.

Of course, this system is not intended to prohibit supernatural beings from casting spells - as long as they carry a special "caster license" and rely on the rune array in the license, supernatural beings can cast spells normally. The government affairs office also needs to undergo regular inspections, rune updates, and qualification assessments. In this way, the superhumans in Cecil must be registered. Of course, this system encountered some resistance at the beginning of its implementation, but due to the integration of With the great results of the war, almost 90% of the extraordinary people in the entire southern border are already under the control of the principality, and there are not many extraordinary people themselves who have not accepted the jurisdiction, and it has been successfully implemented in the end.

The system began to be laid in the middle of last year, and now it has finally reached scale.

Effective management of all superhumans sounds very advanced, but in fact this idea is not advanced at all.

Not to mention the Gondor Empire a thousand years ago, Typhon, who was just outside the border, had already achieved the registration and professional management of superhumans many years ago, as evidenced by their special team of "engineering mages".

The Typhons used a large number of mage towers and a large number of royal mage loyal to the empire to achieve registration and induction of superhumans in most urban areas, and set up a large number of training facilities to create "full-time spellcasters" who are more loyal and obey the orders of the empire. , this method is expensive, but relying on the powerful "money capability", Typhon finally achieved all of this.

Ansu was already one step behind in this regard, so Gawain had to use more advanced technology and a more advanced system to make up for the disadvantage of being a latecomer. At least within the Principality, he had to achieve more effective control over the extraordinary.

Of course, there must be loopholes in those facilities and systems. Those who exploit the loopholes will always find a cracking method to hide the fluctuation of mana. High-level or legendary superhumans may also use their own powerful strength to block the monitoring of the magic induction device and crack. With anti-cracking, monitoring and anti-monitoring, the confrontation in this area will never end, but in any case, as long as the new management method can play a role, the southern border will be safer - at least, those who try to infiltrate The cultists who come in, who want to sneak in evil rituals anytime and anywhere, are not so easy to get in now.

From now on, cultists operating in the South—whether they are the Eternal Sleeper or the End of All Things—will face being handcuffed to the radiator by law enforcement officers when they cast a spell.

...

Hanging up the communication, Heidi stretched her back vigorously and moved her slightly sore neck.

The cold wind was blowing outside the window. The snow from the previous two days was still pressing on the roofs of several buildings. The crystal clear ice hangings hung from the window sills, showing the cold outside.

The slight warm airflow flows along the ventilation ducts and is blown out from the air circulation ports on both sides of the office, maintaining a comfortable temperature in the office. Even in this cold weather, the temperature in the room is still comfortable enough to make people sleepy.

In fact, Rebecca had already fallen asleep on the sofa next to her.

Hetty glanced helplessly at her niece who was sleeping soundly, and couldn't help shaking her head.

"...I just came here to chat with the ancestors... I fell asleep before the communication was connected..."

She muttered a few words, but she didn't wake up Rebecca, and she didn't really want to blame anything.

She knew that Rebecca was really tired recently—for technical exchanges with the Silver Empire, for organizing and preparing for that series of new projects, this innocent girl has not had a good rest for half a month.

This kid needs a good night's sleep.

Heidi found a blanket from the side and covered Rebecca with a gentle movement, which made her think of the latter when she was young—this girl who was never restless was always a master at kicking, even if it was arranged. The two maids looked at them specially, and they often couldn't keep up with the speed at which Rebecca kicked the quilt...

As if feeling something, Rebecca, who was lying on the sofa, arched her body slightly and muttered vaguely: "...Master Ancestor...I will understand...the rune of the elves..."

After muttering, she suddenly giggled in her sleep, as if she had been praised in a dream.

Hetty looked at Rebecca's movements and couldn't help showing a smile on her face, then she stood up and glanced at the calendar hanging on the wall not far away.

Cold Moon, 35th.

In 25 days, winter is over.