Sword of Dawn

"Ah, then I should be very happy," Eleven said happily, "After all, I just passed all the first-level tests of the four colleges. Mr. Santis said that among this batch of students, I was the only one who passed the four colleges at once. A college exam—it turns out that I stayed up late every day to read books and ask questions from my tutors to be very effective..."

Fendil couldn't help covering his forehead.

He even forgot that Eleven's talent in "reading and learning" is so amazing.

As for himself, he is better at frost spells and other combat skills.

So he only passed the first-level test of the military branch, and...seriously partial.

The aristocratic knowledge, heraldry, etiquette and artistic knowledge he knows are not useless in the academy, but... they are all electives.

Thinking of his aunt who was always strict, the optimistic and cheerful Fendil couldn't help but feel heavy again in his heart, as if it was filled with ice, snow and frozen soil from the north.

If he had known this, he should really have a good understanding of the detailed subjects taught in the "Imperial Academy" before he set off. Although this would not help him improve his grades quickly, it could at least prepare him mentally. Enough.

Looking at the change in Fendil's expression, Eleven didn't find it difficult to guess what the other person was thinking. He patted the other person on the shoulder—this was a bit laborious, because he was a full head shorter than Fendil: " Relax, my friend, didn't you say it before? When you come to the south, college is just a part of "studying". "

"Phantom drama..."

Hearing this word, the irritability in Fendil's heart really faded a lot.

Yes, after such a long time of hard work, many people have put in a lot of hard work and energy, and the world's first "Magic Shadow Drama" has finally been completed.

He couldn't help turning his head, his gaze fell out of the window.

A large notice promoting the magic shadow drama (His Majesty called it a "poster") has been posted on the side of the road. In the past two days, the Magic Network radio program has also introduced and promoted this brand new thing in advance. Now he You can vaguely see the content of the poster on the wall across the street——

A mechanical boat full of passengers is driving on the wide Gorgon River. Several main characters with distinctive features appear in the background of the screen. Below the entire screen is the finalized name of the phantom drama——

"migrant"

Simple and straightforward.

"It's true... this incident brought me a sense of 'proud' that I have never felt in my life in the past ten years," Fendil said with a sigh, "I never thought that leaving After all the notions of identity and tradition, it’s such a joy to be working with so many people from all walks of life and all circumstances to accomplish something.”

Eleven also smiled: "I am also very glad that I listened to your advice and participated in this very meaningful event..."

Fendil turned his head and glanced at his friend, with a smile, reached out and patted the other person's shoulder.

"So, my friend, let me copy the answers to the second set of geometry papers."

"...?"

Chapter 0770 Gao Wen's Thoughts

In the highest government office of the Cecil Empire, Gao Wen sat quietly on a high-backed chair, under the bright sunlight in the morning, quietly thinking about the new information from Daniel.

After the last exploration of Phantom Town, the upper echelons of the Order of the Eternal Sleepers really became more nervous about the possible changes in the No. [-] sandbox. "Sterilization", and according to Daniel's judgment, the religious order should also work harder to control the changes in the No. [-] sandbox in the real world.

The phantom town has been listed as a key monitoring object. Since it may contain key information of the No. [-] sandbox, the Eternal Sleepers did not reset it, but used technical means to block it and isolate it. follow-up exploration.

The investigation of the Church of the "Upper Narrator" has been launched. It seems that there are some traces of the budding of faith in the past sandbox monitoring records, but there are very few traces. It is basically confirmed that the No. [-] sandbox collapsed first, and then the upper Narrator The church was officially formed, which gave Gao Wen some new speculations about the formation process of that "suspected god".

So far, it has not been discovered that the "suspected gods" in the No. [-] sandbox have the ability to extend their power beyond the sandbox, so it is impossible to determine whether a "dream god" is a real god, but Daniel came from eternal sleep. There is something vaguely detectable in the attitude of Pope Megaul III: that Pope is on high alert as if he regarded the "suspected gods" in the No. [-] sandbox as real gods.

Gao Wen curled up his fingers and tapped the edge of the table lightly, his thoughts drifted slightly.

The Pope who sleeps forever is Megal III... the Pope of the Dream Church 700 years ago, the Pope who put on the magic version of the "spacesuit" and set off for the Kingdom of God, is also called Megal III.

There is a high probability that the two are the same person, so it seems... that Pope also lived for 700 years.

And according to the information provided by Bertila, Franken, the Grand Master of the Death of All Things Society, is also the Grand Master of the Holy Spirit School 700 years ago.

The leaders of the three major dark sects have lived for 700 years?The Pope of the Son of the Storm is also the Pope who faced the gods 700 years ago?

If it is... then it is really a group of "old friends".

Apart from this information, the Eternal Sleepers don't seem to have any ideas about solving the crisis in the No. [-] sandbox for the time being.

Concentrating his slightly divergent thoughts, Gawain stopped tapping the edge of the table. He raised his head and saw Amber standing beside him absent-mindedly.

But soon, the goose who was fishing noticed Gao Wen's gaze, and turned his head around: "Hey, what did Daniel say? Has the Eternal Sleeper figured out a solution?"

Gao Wen shook his head: "Besides maintaining the situation, they have no further solution for the time being—maybe it will be after the second exploration of Phantom Town that the technicians of the Eternal Sleeper can formulate some more positive measures based on the specific situation of No. [-] sandbox. 'remedial solution'."

Amber immediately grinned: "Hiss... Cultist is really a profession that is very good at self-destruction... Each crisis is more terrifying!"

"But fortunately, this is not a crisis that will erupt soon." Gao Wen was quite calm. "If the situation can be maintained, the situation is not too bad."

The "suspected god" created by the Eternal Sleeper in the No. [-] sandbox is indeed a terrible hidden danger. In terms of destructive power, its upper limit is no less than that of the original false god, and may even be higher, but on the other hand , The Eternal Sleeper was aware of this crisis before it took shape and rushed out of the "laboratory", and "frozen" the development of the situation in time. This is much luckier than the incident of the body of the false god in the end of all things.

Therefore, according to Gao Wen's judgment, this is a dangerous but not urgent event - he still has some time to prepare.

Of course, since the time in No. [-] sandbox is still passing, this event will become urgent sooner or later, but before that, life still has to go on, and Gao Wen certainly won't let himself fall into a state of constant anxiety .

Amber didn't understand Gao Wen's relaxed state of mind, because she was timid by nature. She had been nervous for several days after knowing that an "evil god" similar to a false god was slowly conceived, and at this time she was even more tolerant. He couldn't stop saying: "Are you not in a hurry? Then there is a possibility that a new god will be born!!"

Gawain glanced at the half-elf, and said in a leisurely tone, "Is there still a god in our world?"

Amber was a little stunned. She saw Gao Wen stand up slowly, walk to the window, and at the same time said unhurriedly: "The God of Holy Light, the God of War, the God of Blood, the Three Gods of Fertility, and the Goddess of Magic ... In our world, there are so many gods, upper-level narrators? If there is one more Him, there is not much, and if there is one less Him, there are not many. Even if the Eternal Sleeper really loses control of the No. [-] sandbox, maybe... it is just an appearance in this world. It's just a modified version of the dream church—it's a renaissance.

"If my speculation about the birth of the gods is correct, the 'upper narrator' in sandbox No. [-] should be different from the body of the false god at the time. He has a high probability of being sane."

Amber couldn't help frowning: "Could it be...you have given up on solving this crisis and are going to sit back and watch that 'upper storyteller' take shape?"

"Of course not. As long as there is a chance, I will find a way to prevent him from coming," Gawain shook his head, "I just want you to relax, you have been too nervous these two days."

Amber scratched her hair and murmured, "I'm not as sympathetic as you, you are the one who opened the coffin..."

Gao Wen smiled, and didn't care what Amber was muttering, but just looked through the glass window at the street outside.

The vision of the extraordinary allows him to see the scene on the street in the distance. He can see that there are large posters promoting the ghost drama posted on the wall, hanging on the street lamps, and there are holographic projections showing fragments of the ghost drama on the street. Floating in the streets and alleys.

"Firm's phantom drama is about to be released. With the participation of illusion magic and various auxiliary spells, their production cycle is much shorter than I expected," Gao Wen said suddenly, "Why don't you watch this 'new-style drama'? Drama', take it easy?"

Rao Hu Po, a person with a relatively open mind, couldn't keep up with Gao Wen's jumping thinking at this time, and couldn't help but widen his eyes: "You were talking about the birth of gods one second ago, and you are talking about the birth of gods the next second." Thinking of going to a drama? Are you kidding me..."

"Of course it's not a joke, I just suddenly thought of something very interesting..." Gao Wen smiled slightly, and looked away from the window, "If a large number of human beings' thought trends with the same 'frequency' for a long time lead to the birth of gods, then... ...You said that something like a phantom drama that can quickly change the mood of the crowd will have any impact on the gods...?"

Amber reacted and slowly opened her eyes wide.

Gao Wen kept smiling. His thoughts, which were only vague before, seemed to be a little clearer.

The magic shadow drama...if it is handled properly, it may not only be used for internal publicity and external output.

Perhaps, it can also be used to "poison" the gods.

Of course, this is just a whimsical idea at present. Whether this idea is feasible or not depends on the progress of the exploration on the side of the eternal sleeper, and how much the No. [-] sandbox that has gone out of control can provide information about the birth of gods and Knowledge of the nature of the gods.

……

The promotional information about the new style of theater is spreading rapidly throughout Cecil City and several surrounding towns.

This is another new thing that was born in the "Magic Age", but compared with those endless machines, this new thing is much more abstract.

It is said that it is a drama "produced" with magic technology, and some people say that its form has already broken away from the concept of "drama".

Of course, people are no strangers to "drama". Whether they are the former upper-class aristocrats or the former lower-class pariahs, at least they all know what drama is. Some stage performances can have any "magic" elements-could it be a mechanically controlled stage?Or are the performers all magic puppets?

For most people, this thing is really unimaginable.

And the clips shown on the magic web broadcast are even more confusing-because from the screen alone, it seems that it is still a repertoire performed by people.

Although the plot of those episodes seems to be a little different from previous dramas, the "repertoire" is still a "repertoire".

Confusion brings extra curiosity and attention.

Within a few days of publicity, the citizens of Cecil City and the surrounding towns had already begun to discuss what the mysterious "Magic Shadow Drama" was on various occasions. The new type of drama "film and drama" has finally come out.

The venues for the show are two large buildings in Cecil City (originally a warehouse, which was temporarily converted into a theater), as well as several theaters in the surrounding Tanzanian, Kant, and mining towns.

——Actually, according to Gao Wen’s thinking at the beginning, the best channel to promote things like ghost dramas to the public at the beginning is naturally the “open-air screening” with the lowest cost and the widest audience. Anyway, important cities and towns in the south have already set up a large number. The public magic net terminal, and the squares all over the country can become the screening sites of magic shadow dramas, allowing as many people as possible to get in touch with this new thing for the first time, but in the end this idea has not been realized.

The reason is simple: Amber, who was in charge of surveying the open-air screening site, went around and came back with a runny nose to remind Gao Wen that it is XXX (Cecile's foul language) winter...

Therefore, the plan for the indoor screening of this first Phantom Drama has been finalized.

In the southwest of Cecil City, the Duchess Victoria Wilde, who put on relatively low-key clothes and walked on the street with several entourages, listened to a report from an entourage:

"My lord, the Marquis of Fendil has not returned. The remaining servants said that the Marquis has been very busy recently, and he is usually not in the residence during the day."

The Earl of Bahrain, who was next to Victoria, couldn't help but smile when he heard this: "It seems that the Marquis of Fendil is very hardworking, Your Highness Victoria, you don't have to worry about him wasting his studies in this bustling city—your today' The surprise attack 'looks like it's going to fail."

According to the usual practice, "Duke" can be called "His Royal Highness", but it is not mandatory. The Earl of Bahrain is a person who pays more attention to noble etiquette, so in this relatively public occasion, he is used to addressing Victoria as "His Royal Highness". Duchess Wilder.

Hearing Earl Bahrain's words, Victoria just maintained a cold face, and said casually: "Just to see the situation, it's not a surprise attack."

"That's natural, that's natural," Earl Bahrain nodded repeatedly, and then looked at the passers-by on the side of the road with some curiosity, "Speaking of which, people here seem to be talking about similar topics... Frequently mention a word called ' Some of you are going to inquire about the "Phantom Drama"?"

A servant dressed in local costumes volunteered to stand up, and after getting permission, he ran to the side of the road and asked passers-by about the phantom drama.

The attendant ran back quickly and reported the information he had obtained: "My lord, it seems to be a new type of drama. Because it will be staged for the first time today, many people are talking about it."

"Drama?" Victoria frowned slightly when she heard the words, her eyes and tone were quite indifferent, "What is there to talk about about drama?"

As an aristocrat who had no personal hobbies other than governing the territory and delving into the mysteries of magic, Victoria was not very keen on drama. After knowing that passers-by were eagerly discussing some boring stage stories, she lost interest.

Next, she was going to return to the Autumn Palace to relieve the fatigue from the long journey and cultivate her spirits for meeting His Majesty Gao Wen tomorrow. There was not much time to waste.

But the attendant who inquired about the news said another sentence: "It is said that the play was made with magic technology..."

Victoria narrowed her eyes slightly.

If it has something to do with magic technology...then she's a little interested.

Chapter 0771 The Earl of Bahrain's Surprise

In the ever-changing Cecil, there are always many new things being born.

A qualified imperial consul and regional administrator will definitely be interested in these new things.

After a short silence, Victoria looked at Earl Balin: "Perhaps, we can take a look."

"You mean the new-style drama?" Earl Bahrain was taken aback for a moment, not expecting that the Snow Duke, who was always indifferent and said to be uninterested in "drama", would make such a suggestion, but soon realized that the other party might be interested in the new-style drama. I was interested in the "magic technology" behind the drama, so I nodded quickly, "Of course, I mean, it's very worth watching--magic technology can be applied to all kinds of things, and I'm also curious about how it has anything to do with drama."

"Find out where it is," Victoria said flatly, "Let's go."

It didn't take much effort to find out where the performance venue of the new-style drama was. Victoria and his party quickly followed the guidance of passers-by to a large building in the southern part of the city.

It was an inconspicuous building, quite different from the "theatre" in Earl Balin's impression - because the theater was always reserved for nobles and wealthy citizens, it should naturally look magnificent, but what he saw was It's just a square two-story building. Except for its size, it is not exquisite or gorgeous in other aspects.

A lot of people have already gathered around this large and simple-looking building.

At a glance, it can be seen that they are basically ordinary civilians.

These people wearing all kinds of winter clothes and looking forward to it have obviously been waiting here for a long time. People on the outside stretched their necks to look at the entrance of the "theatre", and in the area near the inner layer, people wearing Uniformed security guards were maintaining order. Some people chatted and laughed loudly in the crowd. Some vendors even found business opportunities and pushed carts around the square selling snacks and drinks.

Such a lively scene shocked the Earl of Bahrain—there would not be so many people at the entrance of the theater in his memory, and the people who watched the theater were all well-dressed, brought their butlers, and came in a carriage. Gentlemen and ladies who are slowly entering the venue under the reception, where is this kind of battle?

"So many people... come to watch the new-style drama?" The earl from the capital opened his eyes wide, "They are all citizens... Is Cecil City so rich? Everyone can afford to enter Theater expenses?"

"My lord, it is said that...a ticket only costs a few copper coins, and in Singapore currency, it only costs six Els," an attendant who had gone to inquire about the news said with a somewhat incredulous expression, "and because today is the first time a new type of drama When it comes out, the ticket price will be halved..."

"Three Er!" Earl Balin's eyes were about to pop out, "What's the difference between this and Baige!"

Immediately afterwards, he suddenly turned his head to look at the square. Looking at the dense crowd, he couldn't help exclaiming in a low voice: "Gods and ancestors! No wonder there are so many people, even if they are not interested in drama. I'm afraid I won't be stingy with those few coins to satisfy my curiosity... But with so many people pouring into the theater, how can the actors on the stage perform? How can order be maintained?"

"I'm afraid it will become very chaotic, my lord," said another nobleman accompanying him, shaking his head, "and...you see, this place is already chaotic enough."

As soon as the royal nobleman finished speaking, the earl of Bahrain heard the yelling of cart vendors around the square—the loud and penetrating voice went straight into Mr. Earl's head:

"Fresh Potatoes! Best Potato Chips in Cecil!"

"Have a fish taco! Comes with a hot sauce!"

"Winter queues should come with a bottle of anti-cold potion - the best frost resistance potion! Papa Sam made it himself, 52-degree sauce-flavored type!!"

"My head hurts." Earl Bahrain couldn't help covering his forehead, "This is different from what I thought..."

"The frost resistance potion is even said to be prepared," an accompanying official looked into the distance curiously, "and it is sold in the square?"

"The prices of various resistance potions in the southern border are extremely low, and the diluent of the frost resistance potion is even sold as some kind of health care product," Victoria said lightly. Obviously, she already has some understanding of this. Vendors on the north-south trade route will add some spices or honey to this kind of diluent as a drink to keep out the cold when traveling."

Earl Bahrain's eyes were wide open, and he almost blurted out "This is really a crazy place", but fortunately, he still remembered that this is the imperial capital, and after swallowing this sentence, he said with a slightly weird expression: "Then...Your Highness, You still have to see..."

"Of course, I'm more and more interested in it now." Victoria glanced at Earl Bahrain lightly. "Also, don't use titles and titles here anymore. It doesn't fit the atmosphere."

"Yes, yes... Ma'am," Earl Balin hurriedly agreed, and then looked helplessly at the attendant, "Then... let's buy tickets."

The servant took the order to leave, but returned soon, and brought a piece of news that the Earl of Balin hadn't expected.

"Already sold out?" Mr. Earl was dumbfounded, "Not one left?!"

"Yes, sir," the attendant said with shame on his face, "it is said that it was sold out two hours ago."