Sword of Dawn

The Augustus family that ruled Typhon has been entangled with a certain "curse" since 200 years ago, and behind this curse, it always reminds people of the spiritual pollution of gods.

Rosetta Augustus also has his "little secret" behind him, and whether this little secret is related to the spiritual pollution of gods, and which god it specifically involves, although it can arouse curiosity for Gao Wen , but it will not affect his dealings with the Typhon Empire.

Because the national interest requires it.

"What did you think of?" Amber's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Gao Wen's random thoughts for a while. Hearing the sound, he turned his head and saw a pair of big amber eyes looking at him. So dignified..."

Gao Wen expressed his feelings for a moment, and casually said what was in his heart: "People who sit in the position of rulers are often no longer considered 'people'."

Amber suddenly looked stunned, and then scratched her face: "Although I also think that you are not in this position, but you said it so frankly that I don't know how to continue the conversation..."

Gao Wen: "...I didn't mean that."

"That's pretty much the same thing," Amber waved her hands indifferently, then muttered while taking two quick steps to keep up with Gawain's footsteps, "I said you can't walk slower? Are you walking at this speed?"

Gao Wen looked down at his steps, and then at Amber who was jogging beside him: "I thought you happened to be jogging in the morning..."

Hu Po's pointed ears immediately stood up, and there were even veins around the ears: "...I can't keep up with you!!"

Gao Wen: "..."

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When the freight train from the Typhon Empire was speeding towards the white sand hills in the sun, on the banks of the Gorgon River, which had gradually thawed and the water level was about to fill, on the vast plain outside Pompeii, another train was also crushing The newly built track is flying towards the south.

The red-haired Azarena sat by the window, staring at the grass and relay piles passing by outside with wide eyes, her eyes full of curiosity.

She has been to this human country, to the southern border of this country, that was 20 years ago.

Today, 20 years later, everything here has a freshness that she never imagined.

Only 20 years have passed.

The Dragon Seal Witch withdrew her gaze and looked at Sir Gorosh who was sitting opposite her: "Look, this thing is indeed much faster than the Earth Drake..."

The pack animals that the dragon descendants took at this time were all left in the north. Those traditional means of transportation had fulfilled their mission, and they were not suitable for the climate and soil of the southern country. The Cecilians prepared more convenient and more Advanced means of transportation. At first, Sir Golosh was a little skeptical about these rumbling machines, but now it seems that Mr. Jazz has enjoyed it.

"I don't know how the Cecilians made this thing," Sir Gorosh said, with curiosity in his tone, "If they can work in colder places, it's a good thing..."

"But it's not easy to let it travel through the mountains in the north," Azalena said, "The Holy Dragon Principality doesn't have many plains."

"This can be solved for Dragonborn, isn't it?" Sir Gorosh said with a smile, "The key is to see if the technology of the Cecilians can be sold, and how to sell it - from the attitude of your old acquaintance Look, they seem to be happy to sell these new things, as long as the price is right."

"Sir Gorosh, I never knew you were a businessman." Azalena looked Sir Gorosh up and down, "And when you said the word 'old acquaintance'... it seems that you have something in mind refer to?"

Sir Golosh said with a blank expression, "This is your illusion, Ms. Azalena."

"I hope," Azalena looked out of the window again, "ah, it seems that we are about to cross a checkpoint among the mountains..."

Chapter 0841 Dragonborn

In the third week of the Moon of Resurrection, dragonborn from the northern kingdoms entered the city of Cecil.

This is the first time that the dragon descendants have visited a human country in an official and open form since the second pioneering and the establishment of a country in the four borders of the mainland by human beings.

The imperial flag with blue background and gold pattern is flying in the wind on the top of the towers, colorful ribbons are fluttering among the streets and alleys, the sound of horns is heard from the direction of the north bank, and the large magic projections in the streets and alleys are rebroadcasting the dragon descendants in real time In the scene of entering the city, there are excited children running around on the side of the road, scrambling for the falling ribbons and flower petals, while the citizens gather on several streets that are allowed to watch the ceremonies, watching with full curiosity those who sit The envoys in the convertible magic car headed towards the palace along the Pioneer Avenue.

Elite steel rangers in black light armor rode horses to guard both sides of the convoy, with ceremonial spears pointing high into the sky, separating the enthusiastic crowd and maintaining order.

Sir Golosh sat in the second magic car with Azarena, looking at this human city full of vigor and vitality, and where incredible "magic technology" can be seen everywhere, he couldn't help showing a smile on his face. A trace of surprise came: "This place is much more... bustling than I imagined."

"...It's a bit beyond my imagination," Azalena waved to a child who was cheering for her by the side of the road, and at the same time said quietly, "You must not believe that I left 20 years ago. What was it like here when it was here... At that time, there were no human beings living at the foot of the Dark Mountains..."

"...I'm starting to worry about one thing now." Sir Golosh frowned slightly, with a strange tone, "I'm worried about whether the experience you accumulated during your travels in the human world can be useful in this new human empire. ..."

Azalena turned her head slightly and glanced at Sir Golosh: "Your Excellency, please don't question my ability as a consultant—although human society is changing rapidly, many habitual and etiquette things will not change within 20 years." Yes, and although there are many new things in this city, they are not completely beyond my..."

Just as the Dragonmark Witch was halfway through her words, she was suddenly interrupted by a screaming sound mixed with humming from high above. She and Sir Gorosh raised their heads in surprise, and saw In the sun, on the clear and cloudless sky, more than a dozen strange machines that look like steel cones with wings are flying from west to east in a neat triangular formation.

Under those buzzing machines floated a shimmering ring device, and there were strange structures reminiscent of dragon wings extending from both sides. They were obviously some kind of man-made objects, and their flying attitude was stable and their coordination was skillful. It was all breathtaking. When this wonderful "flying queue" was about to reach directly above the mission, several of the aircraft suddenly opened some kind of magic device hanging below, accompanied by streamers of light interweaving in the sky, Sir Golosh A huge magic projection appeared in the field of vision of Azalena——

On the magic projection, words of welcome were written in two characters, lingua franca and dragonborn characters. They floated above the city, and their scale exceeded the illusion fireworks that any mage could create.

The magic projections should be similar to the "magic network broadcasting device" seen on the street. The Cecils installed them on the aircraft, and the effect was surprisingly shocking.

It took Sir Gorosh a while to look back, and he glanced at Azarena beside him: "Ms. Azarena, is this thing beyond your imagination?"

"...I really didn't think about this..."

"Humans have actually created this kind of flying device... and it seems that it can still be mass-produced," Sir Golosh couldn't help but looked up again. "Is this also 'magic technology'?"

"It seems that what we can gain here will be far beyond imagination," Azalena said softly, "And I don't know if you have noticed, Sir Gorosh, the 'wings' extending from both sides of the aircraft... the shape is very close to Dragon Wing."

"I've noticed." Sir Gorosh nodded. For some reason, his daughter who had been away from home for many years suddenly appeared in his mind.

Maggie...should be in this city, I don't know how she will react...to her arrival.

As he thought about it, Sir Gorosh's expression inevitably became complicated.

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"The No. 20 unit completed the projection task. After [-] seconds, the projection was turned off, ready to cruise and return. The rest of the crew kept following."

"No. [-] machine understands." "No. [-] machine understands." "No. [-] machine..."

The wingman’s response kept coming from the communication device. Maggie, who was sitting in the co-pilot’s seat of the captain’s plane, breathed a sigh of relief, but she couldn’t help looking through the transparent observation window at the bottom, looking at the driver who was driving across the street at a constant speed. Regiment convoy.

The first batch of dragoon cavalry cadets, Air Force Commander Jin Na sat next to the driver's seat. This young girl from the Griffin Knight family took a deep breath, calming down her slightly nervous emotions. The task made her excited face slightly flushed. After confirming that the task had been roughly completed without any mistakes, she turned her head to look at Maggie: "Miss Maggie, you have worked hard this time too... Miss Maggie? What's wrong?"

"Ah? Ah, no, it's nothing." Maggie came to her senses immediately, and quickly waved her hand. "I thought about something."

"It's rare," Jin Na said, shaking her head, "that you would lose your mind while performing a task."

Maggie showed a slightly stiff smile, and the peripheral vision from the corner of her eyes swept across the obliquely lower observation window again, her complexion unavoidably complicated.

It was only during flight preparations in the morning that I realized that there was actually my own father in the envoy team this time, but in fact such information should have been sent to His Majesty the Emperor's case many days ago, and the news was suppressed for so long before I told myself... ...It is inevitable that Maggie wonders if His Majesty is playing a bad joke on herself.

But Maggie quickly shook her head vigorously, throwing this unreliable thought out of her mind—His Majesty Gawain Cecil is a majestic and wise man, and he shoulders the burden of the entire empire. This kind of bad taste, the reason why no one came to tell me the details of the mission in advance was either out of confidentiality, or because His Majesty was usually too busy to pay attention to these details.

Miss Dragonborn who ran away from home quickly convinced herself, and continued to worry about what might happen next.

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The place to entertain the envoys is still in the banquet hall of the Qiu Palace.

After finishing a sightseeing tour from Pioneer Avenue to the Autumn Palace, Sir Gorrosh finally saw the rulers of this newborn human empire in a brightly lit and magnificent hall - Gawain, Hetty and several people The senior officials of the government affairs department stood in front of the steps in the banquet hall of the Qiu Palace, watching the dragon descendants in foreign costumes coming in front of them. Accompanied by a red-haired woman, a serious middle-aged man stepped forward and handed over a letter from Grand Duke Balogar himself.

"I salute you, Your Majesty the Emperor of Cecil, I salute you, knight of knights, pioneer of pioneers... the founder of the old country of Ansu and the new country of Cecil," Sir Gorrosh looked at The "pioneer" who has legendary stories in the human world and even created the miracle of resurrection from the dead in front of him did not show the slightest bit of excessive curiosity or prying eyes. The title and the standard rhetoric came immediately, "I bring the ruler of the extreme northern mountains, the guardian of the dragonborn kingdom, the lord of rocks and ice... Greetings from His Majesty Baloger, the powerful and wise Dragonblood Grand Duke, And the friendly wishes of the Holy Dragon Principality."

"Welcome to Cecil." Gawain's response was much simpler and more straightforward. "Cecil and the Principality of Shenglong have always been friendly neighbors. We will always welcome visitors from the extreme northern mountains."

At the same time, he was a little surprised—it was a long time since he had heard such a standard opening speech with a long list of honorary titles and flattering words. The sentences are surprisingly human-like.

It seems that in the far north, many dragonborn's impressions of humans are still in the past Ansu era.

——In order to prevent conflicts in etiquette culture and to ensure the standardization of the ritual process, the emissaries had already familiarized themselves with some of Cecil's etiquette norms at Cold Winter Castle in the northern border before coming to Cecil City, and With the help of Victoria, she got used to the interview process in advance, but although the process was rehearsed in advance, the words of the messengers were drafted by the Holy Dragon Principality (Duchess Victoria only confirmed that there were no taboos in these words).

But now, some of the words in these rather classic sentences even made Gao Wen feel a little bit dumbfounded.

Of course, he was still calm and indifferent on the surface, without revealing anything.

After submitting the credentials, completing the necessary audience ceremonies, introducing each other, and going through all the agreed procedures, Gao Wen did not let the guests from afar go through more red tape, but directly entered the main part of Cecil's hospitality. Link—announcing the beginning of the banquet.

When the dazzling food was displayed in front of the guests, the hall reverberated with brisk and melodious melody, and the attendants began to guide the guests to their seats, Sir Golosh approached Azalena, and couldn't help whispering: "Although the I understand a little bit, but the etiquette rules of the 'Cecil Empire' seem to be much simpler than I imagined... It seems that it is not as complicated as the human kingdom mentioned in the information. "

Azarena turned her head slightly and glanced at Sir Gorosh: "Then do you like simple procedures, or cumbersome rules?"

Sir Golosh smiled slightly when he heard the words: "As far as I am concerned, of course I prefer this-simple and straightforward communication is more to my taste."

Azarena smiled, but said nothing more.

In her impression, humans like to use complicated etiquette and rules to show their "orthodoxy" and "inheritance". This is very different from Dragonborn. It is mostly a kind of respect for tradition and "obedience" to ancient admonitions, while human beings' insistence on etiquette and rules is an unnecessary "external decoration" in the eyes of dragon descendants, rather than having any practical significance. It's more like wearing decorative feathers on the body, etiquette for the sake of etiquette, and rules for the sake of rules.

It is precisely because of this cognition that dragonborn have been prejudiced against the human world for a long time: in their view, human beings, a short-lived race, pursue "orthodoxy" and "inheritance" too much. ", but it seems nondescript.

Azalena never thought that in the past 20 years, human beings have changed in this respect.

In her mind, a young and heroic but carefree mercenary leader appeared, and then this figure turned into a general with a neglected beard and medals and ribbons on his body.

It's only 20 years.

Humans... are such interesting creatures.

The banquet has begun.

After entering the session of free activities and communication, the guests began to walk around the banquet, take food and chat with each other. Sir Gorosh would naturally go to contact the Emperor Cecil first, and Azalena took a three-pointer Curiosity wandered around the hall.

Her "consultant" will play a role in analyzing the data later, but at this moment she is very free.

In the process of eating various human delicacies, known or unknown, and casually chatting with people passing by, a small figure suddenly ran by nearby.

It was a girl in a pale yellow dress who looked immature, holding a large plate full of food in her hands, with a happy smile on her face, and happily running from a long table full of food to Another table.

Azalena frowned subconsciously—a child?

She was curious about why a child appeared here, but soon realized that it should be a child of a member of the royal family or a high-ranking empire. People's "atmosphere" is very different, but Azarena couldn't help laughing.

But at this moment, she saw that the cheerful girl's feet slipped suddenly, as if she lost her balance while running, and she was about to fall to the ground in embarrassment.

Azarena lifted her finger slightly calmly, and an invisible force lifted the girl's body, allowing her to quickly regain her footing.

This was just a casual help, and no one should have noticed. Azalena shook her head with a smile, and was about to turn around and walk away, but she didn't expect the girl in the light yellow dress to look over immediately. And come this way.

This child has a keen sense of magic!

As soon as Azarena felt such amazement in her heart, the girl had already walked in front of her. She bowed politely, without opening her mouth, but a slightly mechanical voice came from somewhere behind her neck: "Thank you~ ma'am~~"

"You don't have to be polite," Azarena looked at the girl in front of her in surprise. She was sure that she didn't see the child open her mouth just now, "You...are you talking?"

"Yeah! But I speak with 'it'~!" The girl said happily while turning around, showing the strange metal device on the back of her neck, which looked like a squashed silver-white spine, It was fitting obediently to the back of the girl's neck, "This is called a nerve thorn. By the way, ma'am, are you a dragonborn? I heard that we are entertaining guests here today. They are guests from the Holy Dragon Principality. I know a woman named Maggie. My sister, she is also a dragonborn... Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Pea..."

Azalena: "...?!"

Chapter 0842 Another Batch of Guests

Pea is a very lively little girl.

And she has a skill that can keep balabala while drinking water and eating-this skill should be attributed to her weird magic device called "nerve thorn".

The banquet is still going on, but Azalena is not very interested in paying attention to the "diplomatic progress" on Sir Gorosh's side. With the good eloquence and affinity she developed during her travels, she has already been with this man in a short period of time. The little girl named "Pea" became friends. They hid in an unobtrusive corner, tasting Cecil's special food, and Pea-Pea, with her mouth full, talked non-stop .

"...My father is usually very busy. Last winter, he took a long vacation, but he spent half of the time wandering outside every day, either looking for people to drink or watching football games. I told him many times that he didn't listen. , Do you know the ball game? It was invented by His Majesty. I’m not interested, but boys like it very much...Mom? I was adopted by my father, and I can’t remember what my biological mother looks like...

"Now? Not now, Dad has never been married, but he always said that he had a lot of close women when he was young...I suspect he is bragging, because I haven't seen any...Huh? What do you think No? Why?"

Pea spoke with great interest, but at this moment, a trace of doubt suddenly appeared: "Oh, yes, sister, why are you so interested in my father's affairs?"

Azarena finally found a chance to speak, and she smiled: "I know your father, little girl."

Pea's mouth was stuffed with cake, her eyes were wide open, and there was a strange snoring sound from the talking device.

"I knew him 20 years ago, when he was a mercenary captain," Azalena said with a smile. She felt that the little girl named Pea was more and more interesting, and she was so surprised that she was about to choke. The expressions are all so funny, "Little girl, your father didn't brag—at least when he was young, there were never many women around him."

Pea tried hard to swallow the food in her mouth, and at the same time, a suspicious voice came from the speaker; "...Really?"

"Of course it's true." Azalena took a glass of water from the side and handed it to Pea. "You can ask him yourself later."

Pea blinked her eyes, her expression was surprised and strange, and it took a long time to finally form a meaningful language: "...Then I shouldn't call you sister, aunt."

The movement of Azalena handing over the water glass froze instantly.

At this moment, she was finally [-]% sure that this little girl named Pea was indeed raised by Byron.

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Sir Gorrosh had a friendly chat with Lord Gawain Cecil, but they didn't go very far.

As a banquet for the first contact, this is not an occasion for in-depth discussion of state affairs, and two people from completely different social environments and even different races need a period of time to slowly adapt to each other's rhythm when they meet for the first time, and they chat casually After talking about the customs and customs of their respective countries, and talking about their vision for peace in the future, Gawain left for a while, leaving time for Sir Golosh—and the advisers and entourage he brought.

A few minutes later, Sir Golosh finally found the Dragonmark Witch wandering in the hall, and he walked towards her quickly: "Ms. Azarena, I was looking for you just now, where are you going...Azarei Ms. Na? You don't seem to be in a good mood?"

Hearing Sir Gorosh's voice, Azalena finally woke up from a slightly absent-minded state. She shook her head quickly, then tapped her temple with one finger, and said in a whisper, "I'm fine, I'm fine... Ah, Sir Gorosh, what did you talk about with His Majesty Gawain?"

"It's just a few greetings and an introduction to my own country," Golosh said casually, "His Majesty Gawain is a straightforward and knowledgeable person, and it's a pleasure to talk with him... Ms. Azalena, you really Are you okay? Your face looks as if you have eaten a whole pot of spoiled pickled peas..."

"...Ser Gorosh."

Sir Gorosh was taken aback by Azalena's gloomy expression: "What's wrong?"

"Your one-liners that are three centuries out of date are really not funny at all!!"

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