Sword of Dawn

Chapter 0837 Transfer

Yuri leaned closer to the wall on one side of the carriage. There were no windows in the freight carriage, but ventilating grilles were opened in the concealed place. His sight penetrated the gap between the iron plates and he saw that there was no time to diffuse the air on the platform. A thin mist began to form, and people in uniform were walking back and forth against the backdrop of lights and fog, and a management officer carrying a large number of keys was locking a gate at the end of the platform.

Wendy's voice came from behind: "There have been several 'informers' before, but they were all cleared after triggering the key consciousness lock. This time, the mind that was disconnected from the network 'disappeared' out of thin air before triggering the consciousness lock. It seems that all mental connections were directly blocked by some powerful force..."

Yuri withdrew his gaze, looked at a figure in the dark, and said in a low voice, "It seems that the continuous occurrence of abnormal situations has aroused the vigilance of Rosetta Augustus. If the Royal Mages Association takes action, the mind connection must be blocked. It's not too difficult..."

"It's expected, it's just that the Royal Society of Mages and Rosetta Augustus reacted a little faster than we thought," Wendy said softly, "The key now is how much damage the 'whistleblower' will cause ..."

"Most of the middle-level and above members have completed statistics and marking, and sent away two groups of people before, and the situation is still under control." Yuri returned to the crate and said while thinking, "The core level will not appear. Informants, most of the shakers are below the middle level... They have limited information, and it is difficult for Rosetta Augustus to determine our detailed plan in the first place, so this train should still be safe... But the follow-up people A new course must be drawn up as soon as possible."

"Is the next train going to be cancelled?"

"Cancel it, large-scale transfers are no longer possible," Yuri nodded, "Let the compatriots who stay here move in batches and cross the border in pieces..."

While talking, he couldn't help frowning and sighing: "Unfortunately, the Psychic Network can only operate in the basic mode now, and there is no way to monitor every node as sensitively and accurately as before. Only respond when the consciousness is locked... there will definitely be a lot of shakers who slipped through the net."

"It's all expected losses. We just need to keep the core personnel and materials as much as possible," Wendy said slowly, and then frowned, "But Daniel's side..."

"He should be safe—Daniel was only a middle-level priest two years ago, and he had very few people to deal with on a daily basis. After he was promoted to bishop, he began to be active in Aldernan. Due to the special area of ​​activity, his identity was kept secret within the church. The level has always been very high, and the insiders are all reliable people. But he must be reminded, after all, he is in Aldernan..."

A sudden ringing of the bell pierced the quiet night, and also interrupted what Yuri hadn't finished saying.

The carriage fell silent for a moment, and an unspeakable sense of tension and anticipation permeated the crowd. Someone approached the hidden air hole on the wall and watched the situation outside through the gap between the iron plates.

The light on the platform pierced through the mist, and the glow projected by magic was looming in the mist. Someone blew a whistle in the depths of the fog, and the sharp sound was transmitted from one end of the platform to the other, and faint tremors began to emanate from the carriage. Coming from the bottom of the ridge, the hum of power ridge charging became more and more obvious.

The light on the top of the relay pile turned from red to green, and the platform slowly retreated. This heavy and huge industrial machine let out a buzzing growl, and began to slide faster and faster on the rails, heading towards the depths of the thin mist in the distance. Speeding up, plunged headlong into the vast night...

……

Mary turned on the magic spar lamp embedded on the wall, allowing the soft light to illuminate the living room. The darkness and faint starlight that filled the living room before were instantly dispelled by the artificial light, creating a warm and bright atmosphere that delights the senses. A comfortable sense of security.

Then a voice suddenly came from the corner, almost startling the young female mage who was about to hang her coat on the coat rack: "Why did you come back so late?"

"Teacher...you haven't slept yet?" Mary turned her head, and was surprised to see Daniel sitting on the sofa in the corner of the living room. There was a small brown suitcase on the round table in front of the sofa, and the old mage had a questioning look in his eyes. , the young female mage reacted in a hurry, "Ah, I was looking up information in the Royal Library... I accidentally missed the time..."

"It's a good thing to like studying, but it's another thing to be almost locked in the library." Daniel shook his head, and asked Mary casually while motioning to come closer, "Have you encountered any suspicious people or things? ?”

"No," Mary wondered as she sat down on the small sofa opposite Daniel, "Why do you ask that?"

"...It's nothing, just be careful recently, don't tell outsiders too much about our time when we lived in seclusion in the West," Daniel said in a low voice, his fingers seemed to be tapping the small box on the round table unconsciously, After seemingly thinking about it for a while, he pushed the small box forward, "Mary, I will leave this box to you for safekeeping."

"Ah...Okay, okay," Mary subconsciously obeyed the instructor's order, and asked belatedly after taking the box, "Teacher, what's inside?"

"... Some of my notes and materials have been sorted out over the past few years," Daniel said casually, "The other apprentices are not people who can take these things seriously. It's good if they can figure out their knowledge. How much do you Smarter than the others..."

Listening to Daniel's flat voice, Mary's eyes widened in astonishment, and she finally couldn't help but speak: "Mentor, you are..."

"Don't be so nervous, just be prepared," Daniel glanced at Mary, and his tone became stern, "Looking at your frightened look, how can you have the calmness of a magician? How can I trust you with things?"

Mary shrank her neck immediately, not daring to continue speaking. Daniel, who was sitting opposite, snorted coldly with a little dissatisfaction, and then said: "You know about the spiritual network... and you know what happened recently, our The master vanquished a god, but there were wavering men who feared him...

"Mary, if something goes wrong, you can inherit what I left. I have no one to trust, and you are the smarter one among my group of ineffective apprentices...

"Windsor may respect me, but she is more loyal to her emperor. She was taught by me, but she is no longer my apprentice.

"As for now, you just put these things away. Remember, this is just a preparation, and it is almost impossible for us to use it."

Mary stared fixedly at the small box in her hand, then raised her head to look at the mentor in front of her. The old mage just sat there quietly, with nothing but peace in her sunken eye sockets.

When did this terrifying and powerful old man completely lose his madness and paranoia?

Mary suddenly found herself missing the final stage of this change, immersed in Aldernan's library and magic laboratory, immersed in a new environment where she could learn as much as she could, absorbing knowledge greedily like a sponge, Enjoying the most ordinary daily life of a normal mage, and now she suddenly woke up, and was surprised to find that her terrifying mentor... had become like an ordinary old man at some point.

She reacted suddenly, retracted her neck habitually, and lowered her head: "Teacher, I...I understand..."

"It's good if you understand," Daniel said lightly. Then he put his hand on the table and slowly stood up from the sofa. "Rest early today, we still have experiments to do tomorrow."

He left the round table, bent forward with his hunched body, and walked slowly towards the stairs not far away. Artificial nerve cables were quietly hanging behind him. These products of biochemical modification once terrified Mary, but Now they seemed to be lifeless burdens, weighing heavily on the old mage's back.

"Teacher," Mary suddenly couldn't help calling out, but she didn't know what to say after she opened her mouth. She seemed to have something to say in her head, but when she opened her mouth, there was only a large blank in her brain. After a second of awkward and tense silence, she finally managed to form a sentence, "Mentor, do you... regret it?"

After saying this, she couldn't help biting her lips, and her heart was pounding uncontrollably. She realized that she was too reckless. The question she asked was not only bold, but also offensive. This is not a What the apprentice should say to the mentor, especially in the present situation.

However, the old mage was not as furious as before, and he didn't even look back. He just paused for a moment, and then continued to walk slowly towards the stairs.

It wasn't until he stepped on the first step that he said in a deep and slow voice, as if talking to himself: "Chaowendao..."

Mary stood there in a daze.

The instructor said a weird phrase, which was made up of several words, but she could understand it, and she knew that this phrase was said by the great "master", who was almost a god I've used this phrase to describe academics when talking about learning with my tutors, and the tutors have always loved it.

But what is the intention of the teacher to answer with this sentence now?

Mary wanted to ask something more, but when she looked up, the tutor had disappeared on the steps leading to the second floor.

……

"Your Majesty, that's all I know." Lord Bommier sat on the chair, clutching the hem of his clothes nervously with both hands, his mouth was a little dry after talking for a long time, but at this moment he didn't dare to ask Miss Diana asked for a glass of ice wine to soothe her throat. He knew how much of what he had just said could make his head fall, so after telling the whole thing, he sat down like a prisoner waiting for trial. In the same place, waiting for Rosetta Augustus to pass judgment on herself.

But the ruler of an empire is obviously not interested in pursuing the crimes of a little lord at this moment.

"For so many years... They have been hiding in Orlandle, hiding under the ruins of the big collapse..." Rosetta Augustus' expression had regained his composure, and he sat quietly on the high-backed chair with his right hand Leaning loosely on the armrest, his left hand rests on the arm of his right hand, "The Eternal Sleeper... Augustus owes nothing to them."

Lord Bommier's mind was a little confused, but he still keenly captured some words in His Majesty's words immediately. After a brief astonishment, he realized that he might have heard something that should not be spread, so he quickly lowered his eyelids, Pretend not to hear anything.

"Your Majesty, we must immediately start eradicating this cult organization," Windsor Mapel's voice came from the side, saving Lord Bommyer's beating heart like a melody, "They have grown to such a scale in secret . . . this is no small matter."

"That's true," Rosetta nodded, "They should have started to fully evacuate and remove the traces left in various places by now, but it is impossible for such a large organization to disappear completely and silently in a short period of time. matter."

As he spoke, the ruler of Typhon smiled lightly: "But what I care about more is that Gawain Cecil... a group of heretics call him 'Wandering outside the Territory' in awe. Those who think that he is a 'god' who invaded the world from outside the world, this is something I never thought about."

"Your Majesty, the cultists are acting crazy, but we still need to take this information seriously," Windsor Mapel said immediately, "At least we can be sure that Gawain Cecil has infiltrated and controlled the eternal sleep in the empire through some way." Or, this is undoubtedly a very terrible hidden danger, and he has planted countless eyeliners in the empire because of this... This matter must be dealt with quickly and secretly."

Rosetta nodded lightly, with a serious look on her face. At the same time, Windsor Mapel continued: "In addition, the statement about 'outsider wanderers' must also be taken seriously. An ancient hero who died for 700 years Sudden resurrection, this matter itself was very weird from the beginning, I think...it cannot be ruled out that there is some kind of 'something' other than human beings occupying Gawain Cecil's body, which caused this incredible miracle of resurrection... ..."

Rosetta shook her head suddenly after hearing what Windsor Mapel said, and smiled slightly.

"His Majesty?"

"I don't care who is in that body, maybe he was indeed 'Gavin Cecil' when he just got up from the coffin, but from the time he started to implement his new order, who he used to be It doesn't matter anymore," Rosetta Augustus said in a deep voice, "It doesn't matter if it's a heroic soul, an evil spirit, or even the incarnation of a certain god. To us, his only meaningful identity That's 'Emperor Cecil' - our neighbor.

"However... the title 'External Wanderer'...is really interesting..."

Chapter 0838 Why not use it

Lord Bommayer sat there quietly, trying to pretend that he was some kind of decoration in this room itself, and the ruler of the empire sat opposite him, with a certain expression on his face that he couldn't see through. With a calm smile, he heard the other party's voice: "Wanderer outside the territory is the name he calls himself, or is it the name you gave him?

"Aside from displaying great psychic powers and revealing those 'memory fragments', is there anything inhuman about him?

"Have you ever had direct contact with him?"

Lord Bommier licked his slightly dry lips, and honestly answered Rosetta Augustus's question, but there were still not many things he could answer accurately——as a believer who was seduced by knowledge and converted , His rank in the Eternal Sleeper is not high. In that strict and mysterious sect, the secular status cannot be completely transformed into the status in the sect. In other words, the benefits that a mere "lord" can bring are still It is not enough for him to climb to the middle level inside the Eternal Sleeper, and for a cultist like him, his understanding of the "Wanderer outside the Territory" is limited to a small amount of public information.

In fact, he didn't know that the extraterrestrial rogue had infiltrated the psychic network until the order to evacuate came.

After the lord poured out all the information in his stomach, Rosetta Augustus nodded slightly: "Yes, Bomeier, you made the right choice."

Bomeier hurriedly lowered his head: "Yes... yes, Your Majesty."

"But I'm still curious, why did you come here to inform me?" Rosetta looked at Bomeier and asked seemingly casually, "You obviously know the risks involved, and even if you don't consider the cult's liquidation of the traitors , you—a Typhon noble, but fell into the dark sect, this matter itself is also a great sin, but you took the initiative to come and confess all this to me, why is that?"

Lord Bommyer raised his head and met Rosetta Augustus' calm gaze with difficulty. He opened his mouth a few times before finally having the courage to organize his words: "Your Majesty, I joined the Eternal Sleeper just for the sake of secrecy. knowledge, but I never thought of betraying you for it——I know that what I say now is not convincing, but if I have to choose between an indescribable demon god and an empire, I still hope that I can die On Typhon's side..."

As Lord Bommier said, he couldn't help feeling bitter in his heart—many years ago, when he first came into contact with the mysterious knowledge of the Eternal Sleepers and mastered the powerful power of the mind, he never thought that he would be here This darkness is so deep, the hidden sects in this world are not only the Eternal Sleepers, there are too many shady transcendental groups preaching their weird and gloomy teachings, announcing that they have a deal with indescribable forces, but they Most of them are just scams to lure the ignorant. He once thought that the Eternal Sleeper was just one of them, and felt that he was smart enough to get the knowledge and power he wanted from the dark sect, and he would not fall into their fanatical darkness. In the "Thriller Myth", but who knows...

Who knew that they were actually playing for real, and that indescribable power came to them in a blink of an eye!

Windsor Mapel looked at Lord Bomile with a trace of pity, shook his head and said: "Too many people have the same idea as you, Mr. Bomile, this kind of person believes too much in their own luck and 'prudent' ’, thinking that knowledge and power would be at their fingertips if they were careful, but almost all of them paid a high price for it.”

Thinking of those believers who tried to inform and died before him, Lord Bommier couldn't help but shudder: "I deeply understand all this now."

"Bormel, I will judge everything you have done fairly, including the crimes you committed after turning to the dark sect, and the meritorious service you have done at this moment," Rosetta Augustus said, "Before that, I There's still a lot to do on your part that might make up for your mistakes.

"As for now, you can go to the next room to rest—don't worry, Ms. Windsor Mapel can guarantee your safety. As long as you stay in the Obsidian Palace, you don't have to worry about your own life."

Lord Bommier stood up excitedly and bowed: "Thank you very much for your kindness, Your Majesty."

After the inner court nobleman left the reception room, there were only Rosetta and Windsor Mapel left in the room, and the royal head maid with black hair and black skirt had left at some point.

"Your Majesty," Windsor Mapel looked at Emperor Rosetta, "I have sent a summons to the on-duty grand magicians of the Royal Mages Association, ordering them to immediately send the information to the communication towers everywhere, so that the strongholds of the association can start hunting Followers of the Eternal Sleepers."

"Very good. In addition, contact the district chief of Orlandle and ask him to investigate immediately," Rosetta nodded. "Besides, Bomeier doesn't have much information, and the Eternal Sleepers in various places should have already started at this time. Evacuate, those strongholds are mostly empty, so the key to the search is to intercept those believers who are evacuating..."

"Their destination is Cecil," Windsor Mapel said. "The Cecil people must have made preparations to meet them, and even... I am afraid that some people have already crossed the border by now."

"Send a warning to the communication tower closest to the border, let them intercept and inspect all people and vehicles entering Cecil, especially the latest railway lines, and remind them that a more powerful mage must be in charge during the inspection—Eternal Sleep Orthodox believers have extraordinary power in the spiritual field, and the sentries formed by ordinary people are very easy to be deceived and break through..."

Rosetta was talking while thinking, and after arranging a series of border interception and inspection matters, he fell silent for a while.

"In addition, we need to draw up a solicitation announcement..."

Windsor Mapel raised her eyebrows subconsciously: "A solicitation announcement?"

Rosetta nodded: "For the Eternal Sleepers who are willing to return to normal society and willing to take the initiative to serve the empire, the Augustus family will pardon their past crimes, as long as they are willing to abide by order and no longer cause harm. The Association will consider accepting them."

"Your Majesty," Windsor Mapel couldn't help but said, "Do you really want to pardon those eternal sleepers so easily? To pardon a dark sect on such a large scale, and to accept them into the Mage Association and the Craftsmanship Association... I'm afraid..."

"They are evacuating to the west, and the Cecil Empire chose to accept them. Why do you think that is?" Rosetta interrupted Windsor, "Ms. Maple, why do you think Gawain Cecil needs those eternal sleeps?" By?"

Windsor Mapel was just instinctively confused and resisted by Rosetta's astonishing order, but when she was reminded a little bit, she suddenly showed a thoughtful look, and clues gradually formed in her mind: "... Gawain Cecil is a ruler, at least for now, and he will not accept them all simply because they are his 'followers', unless it is beneficial to his rule..."

"Psychic network...inconceivable technology, isn't it?" Rosetta said lightly, "Do you still remember those rune combinations we found in that 'Magic Net Terminal'?"

Windsor Mapel frowned a little bit.

"The Eternal Sleepers are not just a dark sect, they also have advanced technology. Perhaps from the very beginning, Gawain Cecil took a fancy to this before contacting them," Rosetta said, "and the most let me It is a pity and a pity that those eternal sleepers are right under my nose, but I am a step behind him-it is the dull inherent thinking and rigid vision that make us miss this treasure, but fortunately we still have opportunity for recovery.

"Ms. Mapel, find a way to find a more effective way to block the mind network, find a way to completely remove the imprint in the brain of the eternal sleeper, and then announce the news, saying that the empire can save those who accidentally go astray , they were only bewitched by the dark sect and controlled by the curse, so we can help them lift the curse. In this way, the resistance of all parties to the 'dark sect' can be minimized, and many dissidents can be attracted. Willing to go to Cecil's Eternal Sleeper.

"Believe me, there are definitely a lot of people like this-Lord Bommyer is a typical example. Most of the Sleepers are Typhons, and what caused them to flee to Cecil, except for the orders and threats of 'Extraterrestrial Wanderers' In addition, a large part of the factor is that their status as dark believers will make them unable to gain a foothold in Typhon, and now we give them a foothold and help them get rid of the threat of wanderers outside the territory, many people will be willing to stay."

Windsor opened her mouth, and there was still some doubt in her expression, but before she could speak, Rosetta continued: "Ms. Mapel, knowledge itself is innocent—or, even if someone thinks that some knowledge has 'Original sin', for the benefit of the Empire, we must also master them, because next to us is Cecil, and Cecil's ruler... has gone ahead of us in many fields.

"Some things, if we don't fight for them, others will occupy them. In this regard, the Cecilians will not tolerate us."

Windsor nodded slowly - she had been persuaded.

"Your Majesty, I'm a little worried," she said, "If we announce the news, the upper echelons of the Order of the Eternal Sleepers may take a very drastic response—they are obviously loyal to the wanderers outside the territory, and for the benefit of their master, Will they just kill all the 'traitors' who don't follow orders to evacuate and join us? As a dark sect...they can do that."

"But they can't do it," Rosetta shook her head, "If they can still maintain the mind monitoring of every believer, then Lord Bommayer can't go to the Obsidian Palace at all-according to Bommyer's information, this dark The sect has also been hit hard by this incident. The state of the 'psychic network' is obviously very bad at the moment, so there will be successive informers successfully contacting outsiders. We only need to seize this gap and rebuild in the eternal sleeper Before their psychic network, 'segregate' as many believers who are willing to serve the Empire from their network as possible, and our goal has been achieved."

"I understand, Your Majesty, I will arrange this matter as soon as I go back. With Lord Bomeier as a reference, and we have successfully achieved 'blocking' here today, I believe I can find a more thorough" Curse' solution—even if I can't find it for a while, I will lead the high-level mages to take action and keep as many eternal sleepers as possible."

Rosetta nodded slightly, and added: "In addition, we can't passively wait for defectors. Many believers may miss the opportunity out of fear and doubt—this is exactly what I asked Lord Bommier to stay. According to According to the list provided by the lord, you arrange for the mystics to actively contact and control those believers who have not had time to escape, and then spread it to control all the believers in Aldernan as much as possible."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

After making all these arrangements, Rosetta took a long breath, then he stood up, and walked slowly to the side of the crystal glass window.

The window was facing the inner courtyard of the Obsidian Palace. A few well-placed lights dispelled the darkness and gloom in the courtyard. The magic barrier covering the entire courtyard made it warm like spring, and there were lush plants growing wantonly in the courtyard.

They have flourished all winter, and now that spring is coming, the barrier is about to close, and the flowers and plants in the garden will usher in the next flowering season seamlessly—this is how the power of human intelligence fights against nature.

Rosetta knows that the mages of the Imperial Manufacturing Association are researching ways to reduce the cost of such magic barriers. Several scholars with unique vision believe that this will help increase food production and maintain more food in the cold winter. Fruit and vegetable supply, and research in this area, has been going on for several years.

If successful, it may be as useful as the "fertile dust" technique that is already widely used.

And in Cecil, which is not very far away, there must be smart people who are paying attention to similar fields and conducting similar research.

They started many years later than Typhon, but they made rapid progress in many fields.

Because that Cecil ruler—no matter what is in his body, whether it is an "outsider" or some kind of holy spirit—has been spared no effort to gather talents together, and even now, even Typhon's talent also began to flow towards Cecil.

A sense of urgency struck Rosetta's heart, but it made him smile.

This real and "alive" feeling is really pleasant.

Chapter 0839

The night has not yet faded, and the morning has not yet arrived, but the hazy brilliance brought by the giant sun has begun to appear on the horizon. The faint glow seems to be trying to break free from the shackles of the earth, and the stars still cover this sleeping land in darkness.

Near the border of Typhon, a tall tower with a silver-white spire and gray-white exterior walls stands quietly on the high ground beside the Shadow Swamp. The starlight sprinkles from the sky, and outlines a layer of glow on the surface of the tower. The huge tower on the top of the tower The ring floats out of thin air at the height of the spire, rotating quietly in the night sky, and the starlight shines on the surface of the ring, constantly reflecting various brilliance.

A magical message came from afar, and a series of originally dim runes on the ring suddenly lit up one by one.

The middle-aged mage on duty at the communication tower was awakened by a piercing sound. He quickly got rid of his meditation and stood up from the rune circle in the "listening hall". A piece of complex and gorgeous runes was on the wall in front of him. Constantly lit up, the emblem of the Royal Mages Association was projected in front of the rune.

As soon as the mage's eyes changed, he immediately walked towards the complex magic circle depicted on the wall, and pressed his hand on the surface of a specific rune stone: "This is the Shadow Swamp Boundary Tower, please tell me."

"Order from Aldernan," the slightly distorted voice immediately reached the mage's ears, "immediately notify the border post to intercept..."

Hearing the sound from afar, the middle-aged mage frowned quickly, and without hesitation, he turned around and slapped a nearby rune stone pillar, calling another mage who was on standby on the lower floor: "Nim, come change shifts. , I want to go to the outpost, the imperial capital urgently ordered - go back and check the records yourself!"