Sword of Dawn

The strong physique of the dragonborn can ignore the cold wind on the top of the mountain, which is one of the most proud parts of the people living in this land for their blood.

The sound of footsteps came from the side, and Sir Golosh turned his head to look, and saw Sir Kesimir with short black hair coming to his side, he nodded slightly to the other party, and the latter said casually while returning the salute: "I heard from the Grand Duke that the current wind in Tarrond is colder and stronger than here... I can't imagine the scene there."

"Neither can I," said Sir Grosh, "we dragonborn, who have never been to the north since birth, are also forbidden to know anything about the other side of the northern ocean... On this point, you and I are the same."

Sir Kesimir fell silent for a while, and after a few seconds of silence, he suddenly said: "How do you think the people of the Principality will react after they know the truth? Everyone will accept this crisis that has lasted for millions of years. 'Arrangement', and the current 'mother clan'?"

"...I'm afraid we won't be able to predict it accurately. There are too many variables behind this matter," Golosh shook his head. "Even I myself have been lost for a long time after knowing everything. I have no doubts. The feeling of the original dragon clan is very complicated. On the one hand, in the case of Tarrond civilization doomed to perish, they exiled the 'Dragonborn' from their hometown and prohibited them from returning to protect us. Because of this protection, We don't have to face the final battle, we don't have to turn into cold corpses in the wasteland in the north, but on the other hand... this protection is also imposed on us by them, and they use the most ruthless way. Of course, I can accept this, but there are millions of people in the principality, and there must be many people who cannot accept this.”

"No one likes the fate they are assigned—especially the dragonborn," Kesimir smiled, "The wind in this mountain is too cold and hard, making the dragonborn who live here become stones." In my opinion, we may have to spend a lot of effort to get everyone to gradually accept the truth of Tarrond..."

Just as Jazz was halfway through his words, there were footsteps coming from the side, and at the same time a disdainful female voice sounded: "In my opinion, all these ideas are hypocritical."

"Ms. Azalena," Sir Kesimir followed the prestige and saw a red-haired woman with a shawl approaching. He nodded with a smile and greeted her, "Your evaluation is really good. As sharp as ever."

"Just tell the truth," Dragon Seal Witch Azalena snorted, seemingly disapproving, "What do you say you don't like to be arranged by fate? This is a question that you have time to think about after living too comfortably. Those who survived on the battlefield People who climb out will never care whether their lives are arranged to be saved—if someone thinks that their wings have been cut off because Tarrond is sorry for themselves, it is very simple, send them to Tarron Lund, kill them in the wasteland, if it is the unaltered fate they want, then this is the unaltered fate - the fate that the primitive dragons are facing. Then I'm afraid they will cry Crying and coming back."

Sir Kesimir listened to the remarks of the Dragon Seal Witch, and said dumbfoundedly: "...you are really sharp, and you are indeed worthy of being a person who has traveled in the human world for many years. Your perspective on issues is indeed novel and powerful."

"I just remembered what a certain human said to me," Azalena said casually, "'Heroic warriors who died in battle are eligible to be buried with their swords, but those who survived can be buried next to the grave of the former. Brag on the grill'—a phrase I used to dismiss, but have since come to realize more and more how true it is."

Sir Kesimir was stunned for a moment after hearing this, and his expression became strange: "...This doesn't sound like a statement that a hero can say."

"Yeah, he can't be considered a hero, so that guy is still alive—and those guys who acted as heroes were buried with their swords," Azarena said softly, the second half It seemed as if he was talking to himself, "...if possible, I really hope those guys can still drink and brag with us..."

Golosh looked at the red-haired witch curiously: "Ms. Azalina? Are you..."

"No, it's nothing, just distracted." Azalena quickly shook off her memories, raised her head and looked at the high-ranking courtier in front of her, "Ah, I almost forgot the business... Sir Gorosh, it seems that we are going to The human world has taken a trip: The candidates representing the Principality of Shenglong to participate in the meeting have been finalized, because the Grand Duke needs to stay here to stabilize the situation in the Principality, and you and I will be the envoys this time."

……

Accompanied by Melita, Cassandra came to a high platform next to the camp. The boulder pile protruding from the surface was in a semi-molten and then solidified state as a whole, like obsidian. Dots of streaming light, standing on the high platform, you can see the entire camp under the sheltered bay, as well as most of the beaches outside the camp and a part of the wasteland leading to the inland.

Even though the moon of recovery has arrived, the cold wind in the Arctic region is still cold. Cassandra carefully controls her elemental body, preventing herself from accidentally freezing, while looking curiously at the land that is suitable for the sea monster. It is a very strange and mysterious land—the large area of ​​ruins and some remaining alloy giant structures in the field of vision show the advanced prosperity here, which makes her a little regretful that she was not able to live in Tarrond when it was still glorious. Visit here - many things that amazed the fish are destined to never be reproduced, or if they can be reconstructed here, it will not be how many years later.

"As you can see, after that war...these things are left here," Melita said, "For us races who are bound by the rules of the world, the price of breaking free from the shackles is so high—just In order to be able to talk freely with an 'extraterrestrial' like you like now, we all have to pay the price of our lives."

"This world is really not very friendly... It's far worse than our hometown," Cassandra sighed, shaking her head. "Of course, I mean before our hometown was destroyed..."

"Your hometown...was destroyed?" Melita looked at the sea monster in astonishment, obviously she didn't understand this period of history.

"It happened a long, long time ago... Our hometown suffered a sudden attack. The invaders were very powerful, and we had no power to fight back, so we actually escaped." Cassandra smiled, very He said with open eyes, "Many, many years have passed since then, presumably even those invaders have died... The ocean in our hometown may have regained its vitality, but it seems that we will not be able to go back."

"...The exchange with the 'Outsider' is really rewarding." Melita was stunned for a while, and couldn't help but sigh, "We, the race that has always been trapped on the planet, have no way of imagining beyond the light-year scale. what the world looks like."

Cassandra shook her head: "We are also trapped on this planet now - so there is no difference between everyone, even if I discuss interstellar travel with you, it is just a bragging about the glory of the past. In the end , we are all rebuilding our old civilization, so it doesn’t make sense to talk about the richness of the past.”

"That's true," Melita smiled, then seemed to think of something, and said thoughtfully, "It seems that all races on this planet have finally embarked on the road of rebuilding civilization. "

Cassandra just smiled and didn't say anything. At almost the same moment, a young dragon suddenly flew from the direction of the camp and landed on the platform where they were, and bent his neck towards Melita: " Captain, Grisdor asked me to ask you, what to do with the water elementals caught in the camp? They are getting more and more noisy."

Melita immediately thought of the water elementals locked in the dragon language rune array, which were only a few centimeters high, and their noisy complaints. Her expression became a little weird: "It's still closed!" Is it?"

"It's still closed. Grisdall was going to try to see if he could get some fresh water from them, but failed. Those water elements have reached the limit of stability. Continuing to get water can only make them return to the elemental plane immediately," The young dragon replied honestly, "It's just that we didn't dare to let you go without you..."

"Don't worry about it, I'm sure you won't be able to get the water out," Cassandra waved her hand beside her, "I never leave running water under my straw—not to mention that I have carefully squeezed out those water elements."

"Then let it all go," Melita nodded to the young Dragon Clan, "By the way, inform Grisdor, if you find similar small water elements in the future, just ignore them, no need to waste manpower."

After the young dragon clan took the order and left with fluttering wings, Melita glanced at Cassandra next to her curiously: "Actually, I'm a little strange... Sea monsters usually rely on hunting other water elements and absorbing water to maintain their life. Yourself? I thought you usually get water directly from the natural environment..."

"Of course we usually get water directly from the natural environment," Cassandra said immediately, "The sea monsters don't need to hunt primitive water elements at all under normal circumstances—it's just that this time there was an accident. At that time, my subordinates and I encountered an unstable elemental rift, and some daring primitive water elements ran out of it to attack my team. In order to teach these bold lunatics, I punished them."

While speaking, the black-haired siren with a tear mole in the corner of his eye narrowed his eyes: "Don't worry about those guys, although they are sucked dry, as long as they return to the elemental world, they will recover quickly— —It’s just that the feeling of being absorbed by the sea monster will definitely leave a deep impression on them, at least for ten thousand years, those guys should not dare to move casually in this sea area.”

Melita was a little dazed when she heard this, and she didn't know whether to judge from the way the other party "took a lesson" or lamented the unexpectedly cruel method of the seemingly peaceful sea monster when facing "similar to the same kind". Think carefully It took her a long time before she thought of a question: "Why do those water elementals still attack sea monsters who are also water elements? Aren't creatures of the same element have a good relationship?"

"A good relationship?" Cassandra smiled, "Ah, it's true on other elemental creatures, but unfortunately we 'outsiders' are exceptions on this planet...the primitive water elementals here Those sea monsters who disturb the peace of their plane are not welcome.

"When Antavien crashed on the surface of the planet, what we smashed was not just a piece of continental shelf—some structures on the Antavien also broke through many 'tributaries' in the water element field, and the impact caused It has not completely subsided today.

"So since ancient times, the relationship between the primitive water elements and the sea monsters has been tense, and there have even been direct conflicts several times, but we also know that the fault is on us, so we are always working hard to improve the relationship with those primitive water elements. relationship... These efforts are not ineffective, at least in the areas covered by several main element tributaries, we have peacefully coexisted with the local water elements, but in more remote places..."

Cassandra curled up her tail and swayed in mid-air, "Those scattered water elements don't care about any 'coexistence agreement'—they or they will trouble the sea monster as long as they emerge, and in most cases All the subordinates refused to communicate, and as time went by... we sea monsters who were active outside had no choice but to call back when we encountered similar situations."

Melita has lived for many, many years and has witnessed many incredible things in this world, but this is the first time she has heard of these things that only elemental creatures can understand and perceive. She listened to Cassandra with surprise and interest. After La's narration, he couldn't help sighing until the other party finished speaking: "I really didn't expect...in places we don't understand, there are so many unknown and interesting histories in this world."

Immediately afterwards, she felt that her wording was not accurate enough, and hurriedly explained: "Ah, sorry, I don't think I should use 'interesting' to describe this period of history..."

"Don't worry about it," Cassandra waved her hand immediately, "We sea monsters have a different way of looking at the world than you, so you're right, even we think these histories are quite interesting... between the elements That's the thing about the fight, anyway, we are used to dying and dying, and I suspect that even those primitive water elementals who are hostile to the siren are also used to it-the water I let go last today Elemental, the more I think about it now, the more I feel like I sucked on it once forty or fifty thousand years ago..."

Melita: "..."

Chapter 1064 Sunshine

In the two days after arriving in Tarrond, Kassandra learned as much as she could about this mysterious land that had just experienced a devastating war-for millions of years, this ancient kingdom was closed. At its gate, surrounded by the endless ice ocean, under the cover of the continental shield, Tarrond is veiled like a mysterious world, even the same ancient sea monsters have never been able to see it. The true appearance of this land, and as a deep sea witch in charge of knowledge, Cassandra is of course curious about everything on this continent.

Unfortunately, the former splendor of this land has disappeared into history, and the miracle built over millions of years was destroyed within a few days. Now only the devastated land and the ruins of cities all over the continent are left. From the mouths of the survivors, from the collapsed wreckage of those huge facilities, and from the rare and blurred image materials that have been preserved by chance, we can restore and guess what it used to be like here.

On the other hand, Melita also kept asking this sea monster and those Naga about the recent changes in the human world during this period of time - after losing the Omega system, Tarrond once cited The proud advanced communication system has been shut down across the board, and Melita has not heard news from Loren Continent for a long time.

At the same time, the news that "an exploration team from the human Cecil Empire came to Tarrond by accident" was quickly sent from the coastal camp to the Agondor camp, which is currently the temporary "capital" of the Dragon Clan. At this time, the dragons knew for the first time the situation in the human world and the upcoming "international conference" on the northeast border of the Gondor wasteland.

——Dragonblood Grand Duke Baloger has just returned to the Holy Dragon Principality at this moment, and has not had time to send news from the mainland of Loren back to Tarrond.

On the third day after Cassandra set foot on the land of Tarrond, a small special team came to the camp on the Broken Coast, and this team was led by Heragor himself.

In the broken coast camp, inside the house where Melita and Noretta live, the magic spar lamp emits constant light, illuminating this temporary residence made of recycled materials and boulders. Gravel and gravel slapped on the walls made of alloy plates, but the cold wind was finally kept out of this small shelter - the room was kept warm, allowing Cassandra not to worry that her tail would be caught in the wind. freeze in.

She looked at the middle-aged man sitting in front of her with some curiosity—it is said that this is the current supreme ruler of the Dragon Clan. He still has a pair of golden vertical pupils in human form, showing obvious characteristics of the Dragon Clan. Serious, with deep-set eyes and a high nose.Judging from the aesthetic standards of human form, he can be called heroic and extraordinary, but the deep sea witch who has lived for millions of years can see a trace of exhaustion that is trying to hide from the depths of those eyes. Obviously, this leader is suffering from a huge pressure.

But there is another endless fighting spirit emanating from the dragon leader, which completely overwhelms the exhaustion caused by the pressure-this fighting spirit is reflected in the appearance, which is Heragor's torching gaze, and A steady and powerful voice: "Dear ma'am, I'm sorry to keep you waiting here for three days—I should have come here as soon as possible, but our base camp is too busy, and it's not easy for me to get out."

"I can understand that the survival of the people is the priority in this situation," Cassandra's attitude became equally serious - although the sea monster is lively, as a deep sea witch who has lived for a long time, she still understands it very well On what occasion should you be serious, "My subordinates and I have been well taken care of by Miss Melita and Noretta here, and the days of waiting are still very fulfilling."

"That's good," Heragor nodded while looking into Cassandra's eyes, "Then I'll get to the point—I heard the news you brought, it is said... The mortal races are trying to forge a vast alliance across races and nations?"

"Yes, it was first proposed by Emperor Gawain Cecil the Great, and the Typhon Empire and the Cecil Empire are the main initiators of this alliance," Cassandra nodded, "But the information I provided is only For reference—I am only leading an exploration team, and I can at most represent Beigang, but I cannot act as an ambassador, nor can I represent the official voice of Cecil."

"I understand," Heragor said immediately, and then he thought for a while, "Then... the restricted participants of this alliance must be the forces of Loren Continent?"

"This... As far as I know, there seems to be no such restriction. It might be better to say that Emperor Gao Wen probably never thought that there would be outside the Loren Continent..." Cassandra subconsciously said, and just halfway through her words I suddenly realized, "Wait, you mean, the dragons of Tarrond also have a will..."

"I still need to learn more about this alliance," Heragor nodded, "but before that, I am personally very interested in this alliance."

Cassandra's eyes widened. At this moment, she realized that her unexpected trek might have an even more unexpected harvest.

……

In an open space in the camp, Melita Purnia saw the red dragon Calador who came here with the leader.

Behind Calador, several powerful high-ranking dragons are vigilantly protecting something in the center of the open space. It is a thing wrapped in layers of heavy fabric and a strong box. He couldn't feel any breath, obviously besides the normal protection, this thing also had some protection such as breath shielding—this thing was placed abruptly in the open space, and it looked so eye-catching that Melita subconsciously looked over there It took several glances to return to Calador.

"I heard you were looking for me," she looked at the red dragon in front of her with curiosity on her face, "what happened?"

"There is a task that the leader hopes to entrust to you," said the human-shaped Calador with a serious face. "This task may require you to leave Tarrond temporarily."

"Leaving Tarrond? At this time?" Melita was taken aback, "But I'm busy here..."

"I know the fishing grounds on the Broken Coast are very important, but what you have to do is more important than here." Calador shook his head before Melita finished speaking, "Don't worry, Noretta is capable of handling everything here , and Agondor will also send some more dragons to maintain the operation of this camp, you don't have to worry about it here."

Melita saw the seriousness of the other party, and nodded immediately: "Okay, I understand - what does the leader want me to do?"

"You are currently the dragon who knows the human world best in Tarrond, and you are also the only dragon who has a personal relationship with the legendary pioneer of the Cecil Empire—we need you to go to Cecil now, as an ambassador of the Dragon Clan, "Calador said solemnly, then turned his body slightly, indicating the thing behind him that was tightly protected by the dragons, "Besides, your other task is to deliver this thing to that person In the hands of Gawain Cecil."

Melita listened in surprise, and at this time her eyes once again fell on the mysterious thing covered with heavy fabric, which was obviously a big box inside, and she couldn't help asking: "I wanted to ask just now... What the hell is going on?" What is it?"

At this moment, Calador felt a dull pain in his head—it was really not easy to explain the ins and outs of the things in the box, not because the truth of the matter was so complicated, but because it was unimaginable to a certain extent. But he knew that he must explain, after all, Melita would know what he gave sooner or later, and she also had enough authority to know what it was.

"...First of all, it was a dragon egg," Calador said slowly, "and then—you found something to hold it steady—this dragon egg was left by the gods."

"Hey, I... aha?!!"

"Look, did I tell you to hold you steady?"

……

With the arrival of the recovery month, the first warm current melted the snow on the plain, and the extension of the light time also dispelled the fog that had been entrenched for a long time. Aldernan, who had been bleak in the thick fog for a whole winter, finally gradually recovered. , and ushered in the long-lost first ray of sunshine in this warm spring.

On both sides of the ancient Imperial Avenue, citizens still wearing winter clothes and those who have just changed into spring clothes took to the streets. The huge sun hangs high above the city, and the warm light shines on the roofs and crystal glass of the windows beside them. Talking in front of the house door or in the shop window, about the winter that has just passed, about the war that has ended, or about the upcoming conference.

The black magic car with the emblem of the nobility rolling over the wide and flat road of the Imperial Avenue, driving forward smoothly. Grand Duke Ferdinand Wendell sat in the magic car, his eyes swept across the scenery on the street as the car moved forward. .

The business representatives of the company riding two-wheeled bicycles appeared on the street again, and the crisp bells filled the street. While the wheels were spinning, hurried figures turned into the depths of the street; Waving old leaflets and colorful cloth strips picked up from nowhere, words about the church and the noble council can still be vaguely seen on the leaflets; men who went out to buy food walked by the roadside, wearing thick coats, and their steps were hurried .

The magic vehicle passed a section of the road and entered the next intersection, and the sound of the car horn echoed on the street.

The doors and windows of a residential house by the road were closed tightly, and pale white strings of death chrysanthemums hung on both sides of the gate, shaking slightly in the wind. An old woman in black was sitting on the steps in front of the gate in a daze. Wearing a black blanket with the emblem of the Imperial Knights, holding a letter from nowhere in his hand.

A knight officer wearing a military coat was walking in the sun. When the magic guided vehicle passed by, he raised his head and took a look. After recognizing the emblem on the vehicle, he stopped and turned to watch silently. As the vehicle drove by, a hideous scar stretched from his forehead to the bottom of his neck. At the end of the scar was the collar with the medal.

When the car approached the Obsidian Palace, the radio in the urban area rang, and after a few short noises, there was brisk music—that was the melody adapted by the musicians based on court music and specially popularized.

Since a month ago, this melody has been played every day. Under this melody, the wounds of some people are gradually healing, and the fate of some people is frozen in the dark. Towards the end, when the melody of the next day sounds, the sun will still rise and shine on the head of this dense fog until the fog dissipates, and those who survive continue to face this neither beautiful nor ugly world. world.

The arrow-tailed swallows nesting in the palace walls of the Obsidian Palace couldn't understand the joys and sorrows of the world. They were just startled by the sudden sound of the radio, rushed into the sky amidst a series of wings, and jumped out of the magic vehicle in a mess. fly over.

"Your Majesty," an attendant walked into Rosetta Augustus's study and said after bowing, "Grand Duke Ferdinand has entered the atrium."

"Let him come here directly." Rosetta nodded.

After the attendant retreated, Matilda, who was sitting at the desk helping to handle government affairs, looked at her father: "Do you need me to leave?"

"No need," Rosetta glanced at Matilda, "you just need to stay here."

Matilda nodded, and after a while, Grand Duke Ferdinand Wendell, who was old but still imposing, came to this study.

"Your Majesty, and Your Royal Highness," the old Duke bowed his head, "Good day."

"Tell me about the situation in the city," Rosetta said casually. Compared with when he was cursed before, his negative temperament has obviously dissipated a lot, although he is far from being a gentle person. People, but at this moment, the ruler of Typhon obviously no longer has the depressing aura of prey, "What did you see all the way here?"

"Aldernan is slowly recovering—the same is true for the empire," Ferdinand sat down across from the desk, "the situation has stabilized, those voices who once questioned have disappeared, and those who were vacillating are now standing on the right foot. In the position, the power we used to maintain order has been weakened a lot, but the power to disrupt order has been weakened even more. It's just that... Parliament Street and several upper blocks are much deserted now."

"In time, it will be lively again," Rosetta said lightly, "We just need to continue to maintain stability, let production gradually resume, and further stabilize the supply and prices of materials in other regions, and get through this dangerous time. Everything will continue to improve."

Then he paused, and asked again: "How is the Church of the God of War?"

"The church itself is easier to deal with than expected - as the power of the God of War fades, the remaining priests and Holy See knights have all lost their power. Even though some of them still maintain their original beliefs, they finally obeyed the royal family. Arrangements. Now that the reform committee has entered the Great Cathedral, it has begun to count the assets and remaining personnel of the Church of God of War. By the way, the numbers on those books are really... astonishing.

"The more troublesome thing is the folks. After all, the belief in the God of War has lasted for a long time in our country, and its influence has penetrated into all aspects of society. Although ordinary people do not have high piety and organizational skills like priests, But those large numbers of lay believers remain a destabilizing factor."

"That's why we need a reform committee to make this transition," Rosetta said. "The methods of the Cecilians are very useful. They know how to guide public opinion without intensifying the situation, so that society can change subtly. ——They turned the largest Church of the Holy Light into an academic facility, and turned the teachings of the Holy Light into a civilization convention. Although these experiences may not be [-]% applicable to Typhon, at least this shows us a way .”

Ferdinand lowered his head: "It is indeed as you said."

Then Rosetta pondered for a while, and said thoughtfully: "Since we are talking about the Cecilians... Sir Ferdinand, is their warship still operating near the east coast?"

Chapter 1065 Light and Shadow

The Cecilians have a powerful warship - it is equipped with the longest range and most destructive rainbow light device ever created by mankind. After charging, it can launch a deadly beam from the distant sea to land targets. Irradiation, it is said that it is also equipped with a live ammunition weapon that is not weak, and can launch the same deadly cross-border shooting at a longer distance.

On the battlefield of killing the gods, it was such a warship that launched the final blow to the god of war.

And after that war ended, the Cecilian warship did not leave the place it was patrolling—to the uneasiness of many Typhon soldiers, the warship named "Bitter Winter" is still operating in the eastern coastal area. , whenever the weather is fine, the sentinels on the high mountain can even see the steel monster floating on the sea surface, its high-raised wings shining brightly in the sun.

"Yes, Your Majesty, it's still there," Ferdinand said with a serious expression, with a hint of worry, "We thought that the Cecilians would at least let the ship return to the home port for supplies before the end of winter, but now we see It turns out that the ship's endurance on the ocean is far beyond our imagination... At present, it is still active in the eastern waters, but it has not been close to the land."

"...The property of the empire not only includes the land, the sea is also of great significance." Rosetta looked into Ferdinand's eyes, "Where is our ship?"

"The 'Spirit' and the newly-launched 'Red Knight' have already arrived near that ship, but... they can only watch from a distance now," Ferdinand said with an ugly face, "That ship of the Cecil is A true ship of war, like their mobile fortresses on land, the 'Bitter Winter' was built with the aim of being heavily armed, and our ship was no match for it by force. Lord Owen Dyson What we can do now is just surveillance, and on the other hand, it is impossible for us to build a warship that can rival the 'Bitter Winter' in a short period of time."

Then he paused, and then said: "The Cecils obviously know this too, they didn't respond to our surveillance, they just kept anchoring at the offshore border - that location theoretically does not belong to our territorial waters, But Bitter Winter's weapons can still cover the mountains east of Winterhold."

"...So, this is a kind of deterrence," Rosetta sighed, "Absolute deterrence...it's really Gawain Cecil's style."

Matilda sat quietly by the side. When Rosetta and Ferdinand talked, she just listened quietly and said nothing. She didn't say her own words carefully until her father calmed down for a while. Thoughts: "Did the Cecilians park the 'Bitter Winter' near our coastline just as a show of force as a deterrent?"

Rosetta glanced at her daughter in surprise: "What do you seem to think?"

"I'm just worried...the Cecils are preparing for the upcoming negotiations by keeping that ship where they are," Matilda said with a frown. "After all, this 'war' is theoretically started by us Even if there is a secret behind it, the Cecilians will definitely ask Typhon to explain it—but no matter what their conditions are, we may find it difficult to accept them."

"So, they need to further enhance their 'right to speak'." Rosetta looked at Matilda approvingly, but then shook her head slightly, "It's a pity that with Typhon's current situation, maintaining a stable situation is on the verge of There is very little we can do.”

"If we can know the negotiating intentions of the Cecilians in advance, we can at least maintain an initiative," Matilda said immediately. "How much we can win on the negotiating table depends on what we do outside the negotiating table." How much effort."

Grand Duke Ferdinand listened to the conversation between the emperor and the princess, and after a short thought, he finally broke the silence again: "Winter Wolf Castle and the surrounding areas are still in the hands of the Cecilians—they have no sign of retreating."

"You mean that the Cecilians plan to annex Winter Wolf Castle and its surrounding areas?" Matilda looked at Archduke Ferdinand, then shook her head slightly, "...Although it is possible, I always feel that That Gawain Cecil's plan will not be so simple and rude..."

The room fell silent for a while, and Rosetta unconsciously stroked a ruby ​​ring on her left hand with her right hand, and said thoughtfully after a long time: "Anyway, there is only one week left before the meeting begins."

……

In the deepest part of the Obsidian Palace, there is a staircase leading to the underground of the palace, and a brass gate protected by layers of magic symbols stands quietly at the end of the staircase.