Chapter 824 Dyeing

The streets of Cecil are as prosperous and vibrant as ever, and the sights are filled with the city scenes that he is used to seeing. However, for Byron today, walking on the streets of Cecil has a different experience——

Pea followed him and kept talking.

She spoke with gusto, of her experience at the academy, of the new friends she had met, of everything she had seen, of the weather, of her mood, of books she had read, and of the things she was working on. The new ghost drama, this girl who is finally able to speak again is like coming to this world for the first time, almost chattering, as if to re-describe everything she has seen and experienced .

Even if it was a small street shop that she passed by every day, she would run in with a smile and say hello to the boss inside, get an exclamation, and then get some congratulations.

Byron always smiled and stayed by Pea's side.

The originally short way home was just like this for a whole half day.

When the father and daughter finally came to the vicinity of Knight Street, Byron saw a figure wandering at the intersection - it was Philip who had returned to Cecil two days ago.

Byron stepped forward with a smile, and Philip, who was not far away, also sensed the approaching breath, and turned to greet him, but before the two old partners spoke, Pea was the first to speak, and she greeted him very happily. Philip, a happy voice came from the sounding device of nerve thorns: "Uncle Philip!!"

Philip was about to speak, but he was stunned when he heard this unfamiliar, synthesized female voice. After two seconds, he looked at Peadou in surprise: "Pea... Are you talking?"

"It's me!!" Pea smiled happily, turned half circle in place, and showed Philip the metal device on the back of his neck, "Look! Grandpa Pitman made it for me! This thing is called nerve thorn, which can be used instead of I say!!"

"We just got back from the institute," Byron explained, before the peas started chattering. "According to Pittman, it's a small artificial nerve cord, but it's a little more complicated than an artificial nerve cord. It's just a function of helping the pea talk. One—of course you know me well, I won’t pay attention to the content that is too professional…”

"I've heard about this project..." Philip opened his eyes wide, looking at Pea with joy and surprise, "but I didn't expect it to happen so soon... It's great, Pea, it's definitely something to celebrate today!"

"It's okay to celebrate, but you're not allowed to drink with my dad!" Peadou said immediately, staring at him, "I know uncle, you have strong self-control, but my dad can't control himself at all! As long as someone pulls him to drink, he must kill himself. You can't get drunk, you have to sleep in the living room with alcohol all over until the next day, and then you have to help me clean up... Uncle, you don't know, even if you persuade Dad on the spot, he will secretly go home when he gets home. Drink it, say it has a beginning and an end, say it's a respect for the winery... and also, last time you..."

The girl's brain is spinning rapidly, the magic device driven by brain wave signals does not need ventilation or rest, the rainstorm-like words cover Philip's head, and the young (in fact, not so young) Mr. Knight just started to bring He smiled, but soon became stunned, he stared at Byron for a while - until Pea finally calmed down, he found a chance to speak: "Byron...this...what's the matter with this child …”

"I didn't expect it?" Byron's face was full of "you also have today" expression, although it was still him who was preached this time, but it was Philip who suffered the "storm", which made him feel inexplicably happy, " We never thought that there would be so much in the stomach of a normal pea..."

Pea immediately widened his eyes and looked at Byron with an expression of "I'm going to speak up if you do this again",

Let the latter wave his hand quickly: "Of course she can speak her heart out, which makes me very happy..."

Then, without waiting for Pea to speak, Byron immediately shifted the topic to another direction. He looked at Philip: "Speaking of which...what are you doing here?"

"I know you are going to the north, and I came to say goodbye to you," Philip said with a serious face. "I have been busy with business recently, and I am worried that it will be too late to say goodbye after I miss it."

"...Why do I feel awkward when you talk like this," Byron rubbed his arms suddenly, "It seems like I'm going to die outside this time."

After hearing this, Philip thought for a while, and analyzed it seriously: "In theory, this kind of thing will not happen, there is no war in the north, and your mission will not conflict with the locals or Violet across the strait. In theory, You can come back alive except for jumping into the sea after drinking high and finding someone to duel when you have nothing to do..."

Byron: "...To be honest, are you sarcastic on purpose?"

Philip's serious expression did not change at all: "Irony is not an act of chivalry."

Byron thought about it again, and his expression became more and more weird: "I still think you are mocking me-Philip, you have grown up!"

Pea stood beside him, looked at Byron and then at Philip, and laughed slowly and happily.

...

Count Durer sat comfortably on the comfortable soft sofa, next to the large floor-to-ceiling windows that could directly see the garden and the bustling streets in the distance. The comfortable sunlight in the afternoon shone into the room through the clear and clean crystal glass, making it warm and bright.

A soft and gentle music was coming from the magic device in the corner, and the exotic tune made the upper-class nobleman from Typhon feel more relaxed.

He held a beautifully printed book in his hand. The cover of the book contained the words "A Brief History of Folk Customs and Myths in the North of the Continent". The paper of the book was not expensive, but it contained exquisite illustrations and neat and beautiful text layout. A new page, glanced over the first few lines, couldn't help but show some emotion, looked up at the person sitting opposite him: "Master Habiye, I have to admit that the printing technology of the Cecil people is Much better than us, and the beautiful print of this book even gave me the urge to start a printing house."

The person sitting across from him looks no longer young, has a scholar-like elegance and has already bald. This old gentleman with a bookish atmosphere is Typhon's famous scholar and grammar master, Habie Reston. , as a member of the Typhon envoy, he is also reading the books printed by the Cecil people at the moment, but it is not a big book, but a thin book with a colorful cover and a popular booklet of short articles.

Hearing Count Durer's words, the old gentleman raised his head: "It is indeed an incredible printing, especially that they can print color patterns so accurately and in large quantities - the technology in this area is really curious."

"It is said that this technology has only appeared in Cecil a few months ago," Count Durer said casually, but his eyes fell on the popular booklet in Habier's hand, "Are you still reading that booklet?"

"It's called a 'magazine'," Habiye raised the booklet in his hand, and on the cover of the booklet, a handsome and upright cover character was glowing with ink reflections in the sunlight, "the content on it is popular, but surprisingly interesting, I was very inspired by the grammar it used and the structure of the entire magazine."

"But with all due respect, it seems to me that the stuff on it is a little too popular," said Earl Dürer, smiling, "I thought that a great scholar like you would disdain things like that-they Not even as deep as this mythology book in my hand."

"Your Majesty entrusted me with the task of compiling the "Imperial", and the biggest experience I have accumulated in the past six months is to change the past one-sided pursuit of 'elegance' and 'profound' thinking," Habiye put down the magazine in his hand, Looking at Count Durer quite seriously, "Newspapers and periodicals are a new kind of thing, they are different from the expensive and rare books in the past, their readers do not have such a high status and do not need too advanced knowledge. Heraldry And rituals don't interest them - they don't understand it."

Having said that, the old gentleman pointed to the magazine that he had put on the table: "What they can really understand is more straightforward things. In this regard, the Cecilians are obviously better than us. Your Majesty I hope we can learn the advantages of the Cecil people in this regard, and find their knack for rallying people, inspiring morale, and guiding civilians, so I was sent here, and I naturally want to pay attention to their achievements in this regard."

Earl Durer raised his eyebrows: "Oh? So what have you gained these days?"

"It's a lot of gain, these magazines - and other popular readings in the market - have something attractive, I don't know if you have noticed, and now even many young people in the mission are interested in these readings , they often discuss those popular stories in private, and there are people who have seen two ghost dramas and love the characters in them. I also had a chat with that Mr. Godwin Orlando, a man of great knowledge that even made me want to ignore his Cecilian identity.

"Nearly half of those magazines and newspapers were created by Godwin Orlando, and his idea of ​​doing something like this was so refreshing to me, and honestly, I even wanted to invite him to Typhon, and of course I knew that. It's unrealistic - he's so strong here, he's so highly regarded by the royal family, it's impossible for him to work for us."

"Haha, it's rare for you to compliment others so frankly," Count Durer couldn't help laughing, "If you are really serious, maybe we can try to win the apprentice that Mr. Godwin trained. We - after all, recruiting and testing talents is also one of our tasks this time."

Habiye smiled and shook his head: "If it weren't for our visit this time around, I would definitely consider your suggestion seriously."

...

"The signing ceremony in the morning was successfully completed," Hetty put a thick document on Gawain's desk in the bright and spacious study room, "After so many days of haggling and revisions, the Typhons finally agreed. Most of our terms - we've also agreed with them on a lot of reciprocity terms."

"This is called a win-win situation," Gawain smiled, put down the stack of documents he was looking at, raised his hand and picked up the documents brought by Hetty, and said casually while flipping through the pages, "New trade categories, new diplomacy Memorandum, new peace declaration, and...investment plan..."

Gawain's eyes fell on some words in the document, and he leaned back on the seat back with a smile.

Among the new investment licenses, "production and distribution of film and television dramas" and "audio-visual book products" are listed.

Heidi's gaze fell on the stack of documents that Gawain had just put down, she was a little curious: "What is this?"

"A new playbook for Ghostbusters," Gawain said, "Beacon Fire—in memory of the brave and fearless Marquis Berke Rolland, in memory of a calamity that should be remembered forever. It's coming out this summer or earlier, If all goes well... the Typhons will see it shortly after that."

Heidi's eyes were deep and thoughtful, and she heard the voice of the ancestors come gently:

"Give them the ghost show, give them magazines, give them more popular stories, and everything else that can beautify Cecil. Let them worship Cecil's heroes, let them familiarize themselves with Cecil's life, constantly tell them what an advanced civilization is, and constantly hint at how far their own lives are from a true 'civilized state'. In the process, we want to emphasize our goodwill, that we stand with them so that when a sentence is repeated a thousand times, they will think that sentence is their own idea...

"Then the time of peace will come, Hetty."

Hetty's eyes slowly moved across the desk, and finally, it landed on a document that seemed to have just been completed by Gawain's hand.

On the front cover of the document there is only one line of words:

Dyeing plan.