Sword of Dawn

"In order for ordinary people to think," Belsetia nodded without waiting for Gao Wen to finish speaking, "let them not habitually fall into awe and theological explanations when facing unknown things, but learn to use logic to try." Understand everything—whether this superficial understanding is correct or not is not important, what is important is to prevent them from taking that signal as the voice of God in the first place."

"That's right, this is the most important job of the Theocratic Council," Gao Wen nodded. "It seems that you have understood my theory—this is very rare."

Speaking of this, he couldn't help sighing: "To this day, even in Cecil, there are many people who think that I want to thoroughly educate the people, hoping that everyone can think rationally, be wise and knowledgeable... Sigh , In fact, even I dare not think of such a thing.”

When Gawain and Bersetia had a serious discussion, Bertila on the side remained silent for a long time. She seemed to be thinking about something, and when the discussion beside her came to an end, she suddenly said: "Even so , it is still inevitable that some people will mislead the public around the topic of signals and stars. They may be politicians with ulterior motives, they may be conservative priests who are eager to find loopholes under the pressure of the Theocratic Council, or they may even have plotted against the law from the very beginning Cultists...the situation in Cecil may be better, but not all countries can effectively control the society, and when this happens, the people will become a breeding ground for heresy."

"When this happens, I'm afraid we will have to use the theocratic tribunal of the council," Bersetia said, looking into Bertera's eyes, "Of course, that's the next thing to do—if we can rely on extensive If we can achieve our goals through universal education, common sense literacy and ideological liberation, we will not have to resort to violence to solve problems.”

Speaking of this, the elf ruler suddenly let out a long breath, she smiled under the starlight, and looked at Gawain beside her: "I have benefited a lot from what you just mentioned - I am in charge I have held the reins of an empire for seven centuries, and sometimes even considered myself a successful ruler, but now it seems...there is still much for me to learn.

"This knowledge doesn't sound like something that Uncle Gao Wen can sum up. Are they the teachings of 'Wanderers outside the Territory'?"

"Is there a difference?" Gawain smiled, "We are already the same individual, even though the general direction of the things I just said came from 'Extraterrestrial Wanderers', its details are based on Gawain Cecil's understanding of awareness and understanding of the world.”

"That's true," Belsetia smiled lightly, feeling a little emotional, "Then again, what you just said...it won't happen overnight. It seems that I have I need to go back and think about it.”

She turned around, turned her back to the antenna array behind her, and bowed slightly to Gawain: "It's getting late, so I'll take my leave first—can you continue to show me this magical place tomorrow?"

"Of course," Gawain nodded with a smile, and said to Bertila beside him, "You can send her back."

As soon as Gao Wen finished speaking, he heard a rustling sound coming from the depths of the nearby sea of ​​leaves, and then a large flower vine suddenly bloomed and spread from the layers of leaves, and while the vines squirmed, another Bertila The avatar came out from there, and came to the Silver Queen briskly and silently: "I will take you to the resting place——Eileen has been waiting for you for a long time."

The Silver Queen looked at the two Belteras in surprise, then showed a decent smile, followed the second avatar, turned and left the platform where the antenna array was located.

It wasn't until the figure of the other party disappeared, leaving only Gawain and Beltira on the top of the tree under the night, that Gawain glanced at the latter: "Now you can still create and control two avatars at the same time?"

Bertila smiled slightly, with a trace of pride and slyness on his face: "I have a lot of brains."

Gao Wen: "..."

Some crazy images of losing san flashed in his mind, Gao Wen almost shivered in this warm summer night, and then he quickly shook his head to get those mentally polluted associations out of his mind, and then fell into a thought about it.

After a brief consideration, he looked at Beltira and said solemnly: "I remember you said that your current body can continue to grow... and there is a lot of room for subsequent growth?"

"Theoretically...if only 'growth' is considered, the growth potential of the giant tree of Sorin is actually far from reaching its limit, and even I myself don't know how big this limit can be," Beltira said carefully after thinking for a while. , "But in fact, there are many things to consider - firstly, whether such a large amount of nutrition can be ensured, and secondly, how to ensure the stability of an overly large structure. These two points are actually easy to solve. I can consciously adjust the newborn Branches and root systems to ensure the structural strength and nutrient supply of giant trees...

"Then we have to consider the carrying capacity of the environment. My canopy has now affected the ecosystem of the entire Solin Plain. Under conscious control, this impact has reached a beneficial balance. But if the canopy continues to spread, I will The entire ecosystem of the Holy Spirit Plain must also be included in the calculation, which will lead to too many unpredictable parts...

"Finally, and most importantly - my ability to think."

Bertila pointed to her forehead, but it was just a symbolic gesture: Gawain and she both knew that there was only wood in this head.

What she was referring to was her ability to think.

"You mean... the giant tree of Sorin is too large, and if it continues to expand, it will affect your thinking," Gao Wen frowned, "even your spirit will not be able to command such a huge body, causing some areas of the giant tree to lose control ?”

"That's what happened," Bertera nodded, "Although I have...'transformed' into this form now, and even my own spirit seems to have undergone a certain degree of mutation, I am able to direct such a plant to transform into a body, but my spirit still has limits after all, and if the giant tree expands infinitely, I will eventually lose the ability to perceive and control a part of my body."

Gawain's tone became serious: "What will happen if part of the Sorin Giant Tree goes out of control?"

"Don't be so nervous, those out-of-control branches won't turn into monsters and jump out of the canopy," Beltira looked at Gawain's serious expression, and couldn't help laughing, "It's like those disconnected branches. Just like the 'Beltera doll' of the vine, most of the out-of-control branches will only become ordinary branches, at most they will be necrotic and fall off, just like..."

For some reason, a word popped up in Gao Wen's mind: "Hair loss?"

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Bertila: "...Although your description is very subtle, why do I feel offended?"

Gao Wen hurriedly coughed twice: "Ahem, I didn't mention you, I did... Forget it, just pretend I didn't mention anyone."

Bertila glanced at Gawain suspiciously, and looked back after a while: "Well, it's basically the same as what you said, those giant tree structures that are out of control will fall off like... the hair. Speaking of which, you Why did you suddenly ask me this? Didn’t you say that the giant tree of Sorin has already expanded to a sufficient scale, so it’s best not to continue to expand?”

Gao Wen was silent for a moment, then silently raised his head to look at the night sky.

The distant Frost Sky Constellation was quietly flashing in the night sky. In that direction, there might be a pair of eyes on a star that looked at the same universe, quietly thinking about issues related to fate.

"I just suddenly felt a sense of urgency." He whispered to break the silence.

Chapter 1132 The Adventurer Heading to the North

"A sense of urgency..."

Bertila repeated Gawain's words softly, her eyes fell on the "mortal" who could even confront the gods without changing his face, and a thought suddenly popped up in her heart:

What else in the world can make such a person feel a sense of urgency?

That's probably only a risk from outside the known world...

"After that signal appeared, your nerves became a little tense," she couldn't help saying, "Although others may not be able to see it, but I noticed it—do you think that signal is a big threat? The sending of the signal Or...Although what you just said was optimistic, it seems that you have already determined that they are malicious."

"No, I'm not sure whether they are malicious or kind, but the very existence of this signal should make all of us tense up." Gawain glanced at Bertila, "If it really came from far away Another civilization in the depths of the star sea—then this civilization is completely unknown to us, and being completely unknown means that everything is possible. They may be more advanced and powerful than us, and may be extremely aggressive, or even The signals themselves could be some kind of trap...

"Of course, it could all be the other way around, but we can't count on 'just so'.

"And this unknown thing is even more dangerous in a sense than the 'divine disaster' we are facing, because at least we have begun to contact and decipher the mysteries of the gods, and we at least know where the boundaries of the gods are. , but for a strange civilization deep in the star sea, we can't even determine what their life form is."

Bertila listened quietly to Gawain's words, and suddenly said softly: "For countless years, mortals on this planet have walked alone in the dark, without any other lights in the world, so most of us think that We are alone in this vast and boundless wilderness. We compete and survive within the candlelight range of our own civilization, and all the threats we have come into contact with come from this range, but now... a cluster of distant creatures suddenly appeared in our field of vision. light."

Gao Wen nodded lightly: "So I have a sense of urgency - the existence of the sea monster and the testimony of the Dragon Clan have proved that we are not the only candle in this universe, but we have never thought of another The light is so close, it’s even coming in our direction... Whether this strange light is benign or malicious, it means we don’t have much time to waste.”

"Although I don't know what your plan is, it seems that you have high hopes for the giant tree of Sorin," Bertila said in thought, she pondered, the breeze under the night sky blew through the crown of the tree, and set off some tiny waves on the edge of Ye Hai. After half a minute of thinking, she broke the silence, "Maybe there is a way...that allows me to break through my growth limit."

Gao Wen was also thinking about his own affairs. At this moment, he immediately woke up from his contemplation: "Do you have a solution?"

"At present, the growth limit of the giant tree of Sorin seems to be mainly limited by my control ability, and about the control ability..." Beltira paused for a while, with a hint of pride on his face, "Do you still remember how I controlled the tree at the same time?" Are there two incarnations?"

Gawain guessed the other party's thoughts in an instant, and couldn't help opening his eyes slightly: "You mean those servo brains?"

"All along, I just use the servo brain as an auxiliary organ to stabilize my personality tendency, and occasionally I use them to solve some research topics, but I seldom use them directly to control the giant tree - not that there is any safety in doing so Or technical issues, it’s just because my own control ability is sufficient, so I don’t need to do this,” Beltira nodded, and said very seriously, “Recently, I have started to use the servo brain to assist myself in controlling additional ‘incarnations’. ’, this has achieved very good results, and the question you just raised has given me further inspiration... The extra computing power can not only control additional avatars, but also control the growing giant tree.”

Gawain was already interested, he nodded: "Continue."

"I just conceived a plan, if an auxiliary brain is set up in the neural grid at intervals of a certain range during the growth of the giant tree of Sorin, and a series of auxiliary neural nodes and independent biomass are set up around these brains. The circulation pipeline may greatly increase the scale of the giant tree, and at the same time, it will not cause too much pressure on my own thinking circulation and biomass transportation," Bertila continued, "At the same time, these brains can be buried deep below, so that It can also prevent the enemy from locking my nerve nodes, greatly enhancing security..."

Gawain's eyes widened when he heard this. He conceived the amazing plan of Bertila in his mind, and the picture made up by his brain was already extremely shocking, and when he heard that the other party planned to bury those assistant brains deep underground. After thinking about it, he immediately nodded in agreement—doing so is not safe, but mainly because it is more friendly to the mental health of ordinary people who are active on the surface...

Bertila saw Gawain's approving gaze, she stopped with a smile: "Do you have anything to add to my plan?"

"No one understands your body better than you, so you can control the technical aspects by yourself," Gao Wen nodded, "I just want to explain one thing - I don't want to let the giant tree of Sorin aimlessly to expand blindly, but to have a detailed 'growth plan'..."

While talking, he couldn't help reminding: "In addition, I must remind you: Although this grand plan has a good starting point, you must not forget the lessons of the past when all things die. After all, your starting point was also Okay, but in the end you fell into the dark side of technology—so you must always pay attention to the risks in the growth process this time. Once you find that the giant tree may be out of control, you must stop immediately, and no matter what step your plan is, They must report their progress to me at any time, without going through other departments, and report directly to me.”

Seeing Gawain's extraordinarily serious expression, and hearing the solemnity in the other party's tone, Bertila also became awed. As a witness and participant of the divine disaster in the past, the story about the death of all things will gradually fall into darkness and madness in the past At this moment, all kinds of memories appeared in her mind—in all her minds, she lowered her head deeply, and said in a heavy tone, "Yes, I will never make the same mistake again, Brother Gao Wen."

……

On the far northern coast, the empire's largest outlet to the sea, the new city "Northern Port" has now become the busiest material distribution hub in the northern region.

This new city, built in the shortest period of time with almost half the power of the empire, now stands at the end of the north coast. Its rise has created countless records that are considered miraculous by the locals—no one has ever I have seen that a city can be built in such a short period of time. No one has ever seen a huge heat collection tower standing on the ground. The cobweb-like heating pipes keep the entire city warm. The new order of the empire and The city spread out from the center, spreading across the entire north like an irresistible giant wave - and no one has ever seen so many merchants, travelers, and adventurers gather in one day, swarming like bee swarms On this coastline once ruled by cold and barbarism.

All those voices who questioned the Beigang Construction Corps and the decision of the Wilder family have dissipated at some point. In front of the majestic port shield and municipal heat collection tower, all pale and weak doubts melted like spring snow, and Other voices expressing concern gradually faded after Beigang New City's rapid commercial rise.

The new order has brought a new prosperity that the northerners have never seen before. This kind of prosperity is jaw-dropping. The flowing gold pounds and Fenar are like honey to the tongues of all doubts, even the blind and short-sighted indigenous nobles. , Standing in the "Beigang Customs Hall" or "Beigang Railway Junction", you can't go against your heart and denounce it as a "vulgar product that disturbs the order".

Of course, there are also those with extra-hard heads—it’s just that they have integrated into the earth with their hard heads, and have become part of the cornerstone of the new city’s outward expansion.

A drizzle visited this port city. This is the second rain since the beginning of summer, but this is the extreme north after all. Even though it is already summer, the rain looks extraordinarily cold, as if the water droplets are still mixed with Finely crushed ice crystals.In the hazy rain, the towering city heating facilities and the magic obelisk inlaid with runes pointed to the sky, and the magic brilliance emitted by each formed circles of light curtains that spread outward in the foggy sky.

An iron-black mana train slowly decelerated in the drizzle, and the yellow holographic marking wall projected in front of the railway platform then turned into a green color representing permission to pass, and the entrance of the giant steel beast that relied on the repulsion device was marked by the holographic projection The platform, and decelerated smoothly at the edge of the platform. With the clicking sound of a series of mechanical devices switching polarity, the train finally stopped and opened the door with a burst of bells.

Passengers from afar came out of the train, and the already busy platform suddenly became more lively.

Among the passengers flocking to the platform, a figure in a short black robe squeezed out from the crowd, swearing all the way—Among the passengers dressed in various attires, this figure in a short robe was still particularly eye-catching. He had white beard and hair, He looks like an old man in his 80s or [-]s, but he is full of energy. Not only can he squeeze his way out of the strong young people, but he can also jump around the edge of the crowd and shout that someone has stepped on his foot.

He was wearing a short mage robe that seemed a little outdated in this "new era". This robe had obviously been with the master for many years, and the surface was worn and worn, but it was still clean and tidy. A black sheepskin magic book, on the other side hangs a short staff and a magic ball in a bag, and a black soft hat is worn on the old mage's head. The soft hat looks very plain, but the rubies inlaid at the corners are enough Proof that this is a sublime and sublime treasure.

This overall attire is obviously very suitable for actions in the wilderness. Usually, mages who embark on adventure journeys will prefer this kind of "outfit" that does not affect their actions and can stably display their combat power.

But there are very few mages who embark on an adventurous journey at his age—even if an old man of this age is still a powerful spellcaster, he should cherish the rest of his life and stay in the mage tower obediently Study the classics that have been accumulated throughout your life.

"Young people these days really don't respect the elderly anymore," the old mage stood outside the crowd and yelled a few words, then shook his head and muttered towards the exit of the platform, and couldn't help raising his head while walking Come, look at the dazzling magic devices, advertising signs and guideposts on the platform, and another freight train that is slowly stopping on the platform on the other side, "But then again, these wonderful things of this year The thing is really interesting... A machine that runs automatically? It's really a good thing that only a smart person can toss..."

"Of course, this discerning old gentleman—" Just as the old mage finished speaking, a cheerful and energetic young male voice suddenly came from the side, "Welcome to Beigang, the most prosperous and advanced port on this land Xincheng, you have come to the right place, there are good things everywhere..."

The old mage turned his head and glanced at the side, and saw a meticulous young man in a dark blue coat with well-manicured hair standing beside him, with a pleasant and friendly smile on his face.

"Selling souvenirs? Or selling business travel hotels?" The old mage immediately raised his eyebrows, and choked him back before the other party finished speaking, "Don't treat me like a bumpkin who took the magic train for the first time—— I just often work in the field, but I have never been in the city, have you been in the rune forge in Shilin City? Have you been in the crystal casting plant in Pochkesberg?"

The young man was choked by a series of words from the old mage, his face turned red on the spot, and he said with embarrassment: "This... I didn't mean that, old sir, I just saw you standing on the platform to see if you need help ..."

"First of all, you don't need to add the word 'old' in front of 'Sir', I'm afraid I can outlive you in the future, and secondly, I don't need souvenirs or hotel recommendations, I'm here for business and I have my own arrangements ——But if it comes to help, I really need to ask you."

The young man seemed to be intimidated by the aura emanating from the old man, he quickly swallowed his saliva, and smiled with a trace of embarrassment: "You...just speak."

"There should be a 'Extreme North Exploration Team Reporting Office' in this city? Where are you going?"

"Extreme North Exploration Group?" The young man was stunned for a moment, and then realized, "You mean the adventurer's guild going to Tarrond?"

"That's right, that's the thing, the Adventurer's Guild... I also think this name is more fluent," the old mage stroked his beard, "There seem to be two registration places in the north of the mainland, one is in Shenglong The Principality, one is in Beigang——Actually, I planned to go to the Principality of Shenglong at first, but that place is too far away, and the train does not pass, so I came here to see the situation."

"Yes, there is indeed a registration center here for adventurers to sign up for Tarrond," the young man couldn't help but look at the old man in front of him several times while talking, no matter what, he couldn't believe it The old man with white beard and hair in front of him actually equates with an "adventurer", "But you... are you planning to go to Tarrond too?"

"Nonsense!" The old man's eyes suddenly widened. "Could it be that I took the train all day just to visit the toilet of the North Pole Exploration Group?"

"No, no, that's not what I mean... Well, you go forward from here, turn west after leaving the exit, and you will see a road sign after two intersections, a very obvious sign with plug The double marks of Syl and Tarrond—Of course, if you don’t mind paying some money, you can also take a taxi or a magic cart directly.”

As the young man said, he blinked suddenly, in front of him was only the empty platform, with the cold wind blowing past him, how could there be any old mage here?

"See... I saw a ghost!"

The young man shrunk his neck subconsciously and muttered in a low voice, but suddenly felt something in his palm. He raised his hand and opened it, only to see a coin with a face value of 1 fenar lying quietly in the palm of your hand.

Chapter 1133 People Going to Tarrond

The old man in outdated clothes disappeared on the platform like a shadow dissipating in the sun, but the coin in his palm was still warm. The young man blinked, and it took a few seconds for him to finally react from his astonishment.

He subconsciously rubbed the coin in his hand before stuffing it into his pocket. As a fee for a way-finding consultation, this income is already considered a lot of money, even more than what he had spent in the streets and alleys of the city in terms of purchasing power. The days when local bosses sold "information" to adventurers——Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but smack his lips.

Adventurers, "information", guidance, a reward of one coin... Thinking about it carefully, this really feels like returning to the past.

He twitched the corners of his mouth, moving his legs and feet that were sore from wandering on the platform for too long, and walked towards the exit with the already sparse crowd. A freight train with a much rougher shape is parked next to the freight platform. The large sliding door on one side of the carriage has slid open to the side, and the loaders who are ready to go immediately stepped forward under the command of the foreman to transfer the full load of materials in the carriage. onto the trailer.

The foreman with a beard stood next to the loading and unloading area, directing the operation while looking at the crates with uniform specifications. On the seal on one side of the wooden boxes, the emblem of the Union of Community could be clearly seen.

In the area of ​​the North Port Wharf, Victoria, the Duke of the North, was standing on a platform. The drizzle was blowing towards the platform under the breeze, but it was changed by an invisible force before it approached, leaving only the cold wind around the woman. On the Duke's side, she raised her head and looked at the slightly undulating sea outside the pier. A dim and hazy sky shrouded the sea, covering all the distant scenery in the thin sea fog. In front of this power of nature, Even the sharp eyesight of an extraordinary person was useless, but she still looked there, as if she could see something through the hazy fog and skylight.

That is the direction where the eternal storm was once entrenched—only a year ago, there was a miraculous storm that had not dissipated for a million years, blocking the eyes of prying eyes. When the weather was clear, people on the mainland even It can be seen that the sky-penetrating cloud wall rises from the sea level and spreads to the sky, as if supporting the entire sky.

But now, the storm that was once considered an irreversible force of nature has completely dissipated, and the mysterious kingdom behind the storm has opened the door to the mortals of the Loren Continent—even Victoria Wilder, the "Duke of Ice and Snow" At this moment, I can't help but want to feel the wonder of fate.

"Today's last batch of supplies has been unloaded on the platform," a middle-aged man's voice suddenly came from the side, causing Victoria to look back at the sea. "This batch of supplies comes from moss forest. The few batches that arrived have exceeded the expected goal-the only thing left is to transport them to Tarrond."

Victoria turned her head and saw Byron standing beside her with a messy head of hair. With a happy smile on his face, the imperial admiral was looking at the sea outside the port with admiration. The majestic officer's cloak was draped behind him, but he wore it like a bandit.

"The weather is not good." The Duchess turned her head and nodded slightly to the gloomy sky in the distance. "According to my experience, there may be a storm waiting for you tomorrow."

"But our siren navigators swear that the weather will clear up tomorrow," Byron shrugged, "and the naga said the same."

"...Those deep-sea creatures have a different understanding of 'good weather' than those of us on land," the Duchess couldn't help frowning, "especially those sea monsters."

"Then we can make a bet. I trust my navigator, and you trust your experience." Byron laughed, "How about a one pound bet?"

"Not interested," Victoria said casually, "I never bet with anyone."

Byron shrugged boredly, and turned his gaze to the pier not far away—in the long pier extending along the coast, a total of six current state-of-the-art cargo magical mechanical ships are like small Floating on the sea smoothly like a mountain, the hidden cargo warehouses under the deck of four of the ships are currently open. Under the operation of a series of mechanical devices, a large amount of grain is transferred from the giant truck on the dock to the cabin like flowing water. , another loading and unloading team was busy beside the remaining two ships, transferring a large number of sealed wooden boxes to the stacking area on the deck.

At this moment, the drizzle is still blowing, but a thin layer of energy shield rises from the dock area, covering the entire loading and unloading operation area in the protective cover. Those shield generators shine light blue on the top of the reinforced concrete protective wall. The brilliance of color, as long as they are still in operation, the terminal operation area can guarantee good dry and windless conditions.

On the other side of another pier farther away from the cargo ship, the majestic mechanical battleship "Bitter Winter" watched this scene like a silent giant. A smaller frigate with a brand new deck is moored next to the main ship, and the replenishment operation is underway.

In this increasingly busy Beigang wharf, a large number of ships are loaded, unloaded, and replenished almost day and night, especially after the summer, the huge economic stimulus brought by the circum-continental route makes all merchants with a little ability participate in this battle During the feast, Beigang, which was running continuously, became a real city that never sleeps, and the loading and unloading scenes on the pier were almost taken for granted by many people.

But the six cargo ships currently undergoing loading operations are extremely special, even so special that the grand duke of the northern border and the highest officer of the Imperial Navy came to supervise them in person. The reason is simple: these ships will truly break the blockade of Los Angeles. The "barriers" of the mortals in the Lun Continent for hundreds of years, they carry a mission of great significance, a mission that can even be said to have laid the cornerstone of the community alliance-they will sail to Tarrond.

This is a more challenging sailing mission than opening a circumcontinental route—they have to challenge the far sea after crossing the "offshore calm line", which is a dangerous sea area that is traditionally considered "violent, disorderly, and unchallengeable" .

"I can't believe that we are actually going to challenge the high seas..." After a long silence, Duchess Victoria finally couldn't help but said, "And the first challenge is on such a large scale, and the goal is even bigger than before. The legendary 'Hometown of the Giant Dragon'... If someone mentioned this kind of thing to me a few years back in time, I would definitely cast the 'Retarded Mentality Appraisal' on him immediately."

"Is there such a spell?" Byron's thoughts were obviously not on the same plane as the Duchess. "What is the use of such a strange-sounding spell?"

"Yes, and it's a very useful spell." Duchess Victoria glanced at the admiral next to her. "It is necessary for a big family to identify the intellectual potential of the heir early to avoid wasting huge cultivation resources. To select noble heirs under the age of six, in the old days, almost all big families above the earl would use this method to review their heirs."

"...Magic is really convenient," Byron curled his lips, "but this thing sounds really ruthless."

"It is indeed ruthless, and this method of concentrating all resources on a few elites and giving up the vast majority of 'ordinary children' runs counter to His Majesty's concept of 'no distinction between education' and 'talent reserve'," Victoria said expressionlessly. Said, "But you have to admit that sometimes, this effective screening method still has its place."

Byron shrugged his shoulders and quickly lost interest in this topic. He returned his attention to the upcoming voyage mission and said after a little thought: "Your Majesty attaches great importance to this voyage. A demonstration of the strength of the Alliance and the 'New Order', but also a test of the series of efforts we have made so far in Northport. To be honest, I am not worried about the voyage itself, but I am not very worried about Northport-this It is different from the mission we carried out in Typhon off the coast, after leaving the land, the communication between the entire fleet and the land will be interrupted."

"You can trust me," the Duchess said in a deep voice, "In this land, there has never been a single snowflake beyond the control of the Wilder family."

Byron was silent for a moment, then nodded slightly: "...Then I can rest assured."

Afterwards, he looked towards the sea again. On the weather-beaten face of this "mercenary knight", a serious and expectant expression gradually emerged.