Sword of Dawn

Prince Nash hesitated for a moment, but finally felt that there was nothing to hide from the man in the mirror, so he nodded slightly and said, "You should know that today is a day of prayer, and Rudolph led the Dreamless to pray in the Night Cave... "

"Ah, I know I know," Bernadette nodded immediately, "What's the matter? Our Lord has finally decided to wake up and return to the world?"

"No," Prince Nash shook his head, "The Lord has not yet awakened, He just issued a metaphorical order from the dream, ordering us to continue to carry out the previous will, to select apprentices from the Loren Continent to teach, and to teach the violet magic in the Loren Continent Mystery..."

"Is there any problem with this?" Bernadette tilted her head, and three shimmering question mark patterns appeared on the mirror, "Didn't we all do this hundreds of years ago? At that time I didn't see you being upset about it."

"I don't have any idea about recruiting apprentices, but about helping the mortal kingdoms in the Loren Continent to build a magic system... Suddenly I am a little confused," Prince Nash carefully considered his words and sentences, even in "The Man in the Mirror" In front of him, he didn't want himself to show any doubts and negligence towards the "Lord", "You, like me, have been paying attention to the changes in the situation in the Loren Continent these years. In your opinion, the countries in the Loren Continent are really Do you still need us to 'help' build a 'magic system'?"

Bernadette frowned, as if she couldn't understand why Prince Nash had such an idea suddenly, but she still thought about it seriously and said her opinion: "If you don't take me to retrain after listening If so—I think it’s quite unnecessary.”

Prince Nash didn't speak, but just signaled the lady in the mirror to continue talking with his eyes.

"Before the Deep Blue Well exploded, the Gondor Empire and many countries around it were indeed deeply damaged. It is a fact that the magic technology failed and the old knowledge system collapsed. At that time, they really needed our help, but after so many years, the Loren Kingdom It has been proved that they are not incompetent people - they have either established a new magic system with our help, or have developed new technology with their own efforts. Typhon built modern magic on the basis of Gondor's heritage, The Ogure tribe has unique witchcraft and goblin spells, Ansu...now called Cecil, they even created a magical machine based on the old magic...you should know these things better than me .

"It is very obvious that these countries have come out of the shadow of that disaster on their own, and they are doing well now. Of course, the traditional mages still yearn for the endless mysteries of Violet, the 'country of mages', and they yearn for us knowledge, eager to become an apprentice in the city of a thousand towers, but from the perspective of the country and even civilization... I don’t think the Loren Continent needs our kind of systematic help anymore.”

Having said that, the lady in the mirror paused, and said in conclusion: "All in all, I think it's okay to recruit magic apprentices, but when it comes to 'helping' the countries in the Loren Continent to build a magic system... I think this is a bit out of touch It's time."

Prince Nash looked at Bernadette in the mirror, and sighed helplessly: "...if your words are known by the senior members of the Arcane Society, I am afraid they will really tear them down and retrain them."

Bernadette stared at her immediately: "Hey, you asked me to say these!"

Prince Nash waved his hand, indicating that he was just joking, and then slowly said with a somewhat weird expression: "Actually... I think the same. I know, I shouldn't question the Lord's will, and His original intention Obviously also to help the mortal civilization this season, but with the changes in the actual situation in the Loren continent in the last 100 years, I have to start to wonder if what we have been doing is still necessary. To say a very offensive word... Lord He... ...It seems that I don't know the changes in this world..."

Listening to Prince Nash's words, Bernadette's face in the mirror changed slightly, and the next second she looked into Nash's eyes very seriously: "Speak carefully, Nash—Of course the Lord is all-knowing and all-powerful."

Prince Nash was stunned for a moment, and immediately felt that he had slipped his words. After quickly restraining those thoughts that were too wandering in his mind, he straightened his expression and nodded slightly: "I understand, of course the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent."

"Then under the premise that the Lord is omniscient and omnipotent, all the arrangements He made must have His reason," Bernadette said with a straight face, deliberately deadpan, "He thinks we should help Loren nations, and teach the mysteries of magic to races such as humans, elves, and dwarves for free, then we should do so."

Prince Nash looked at the man in the mirror helplessly: "...Your tone is really like those old people in the secret society."

Bernadette in the mirror put away her deliberately serious expression when she heard the words, and asked a little nervously: "In this way, they shouldn't dismantle me and retrain me, right?"

"I wouldn't have it," Prince Nash sighed, "Do you know how expensive you are..."

Chapter 1216 Records of the Great Library

The red velvet room on the top floor of the dark palace became quiet. Prince Nash and Bernadette in the mirror seemed to be thinking about their own affairs. After some time, the tall and thin Prince Nash in a black robe first broke through. Silence: "It's just the two of us here, frankly—do you think I'm a qualified manager?"

"You shouldn't ask me this—you know, from the beginning of my birth, I was set to be an eternally loyal and trusting manager of Violet. The operation creates doubts," Bernadette's face became serious, and she stood dignifiedly in the mirror, answering Nash Nart's question as meticulously as the day she first woke up, "This is my existence. Foundation."

"Did you set your life goals at the beginning of your birth... In fact, in this respect, we are all similar," Prince Nash listened to the answer from the man in the mirror, and a self-deprecating smile suddenly appeared on his face, "We were born in this world. In fact, from the very beginning, their own identities and responsibilities were set, farmers, merchants, craftsmen, scholars, nobles, warriors... and me, the 'Prince of Secret Magic'. You are right, we don't need to be concerned about Violet's The operation creates doubts, it is a tight-fitting machine, and its operating rules have been set at the beginning of its birth, as parts on the machine, we can just rotate in our own position.”

Today's Prince Nash seems to be more sentimental than usual. Bernadette in the mirror just looked at him quietly, and there was no surprise in his eyes-this is a normal phenomenon, because today is a "day of prayer", and he is sleeping The Lord will release His breath from the dream, listen to and respond to the voices of the people, and in this day when the Lord is closest to the present, those "chosen ones" who are closest to the Lord will inevitably be affected , or became sentimental, or became suspicious, or heard or saw many things that did not exist in the world, compared with those who would talk about it for several days, Prince Nash's reaction was considered mild.

She waited quietly for Nash Nart to return to normal state, and then saw the other party walking towards the desk with a rounded surface, he picked up an opened letter from the table, and looked carefully at it Moving, with a serious and thoughtful expression, Bernadette couldn't help being curious: "Letter? You seem to have read that letter for a long time, it's not common... where did it come from?"

"From the Cecil Empire," Prince Nash raised the letter in his hand, "a behemoth in the alliance."

"Did the diplomat deliver the letter? This is not the first time," Bernadette blinked, "I have never seen you so caring before."

"Because the letter this time was written by that Gawain Cecil himself," Prince Nash said with a serious expression on his face, and slowly put the letter back on the table, "It seems... that The energetic and far-sighted ruler of men has finally had time to devote more attention to us, and he is curious about our closed gates."

Bernadette's expression finally became surprised, she seemed to want to poke her head to read the contents of the letter - of course this was unsuccessful, she could only ask aloud: "The human pioneer who came back from the dead is in the letter What did it say?"

"In addition to the ceremonial greeting and the topic of invitation to join the circum-continental route, he also mentioned... about the travel of the mages from the Loren Continent in the Violet Kingdom," Prince Nash said with a strange expression, "I always At first I thought he was referring to those mages who were apprentices in the city of a thousand towers, but it didn't look like that, he was referring to ordinary travellers, and he asked whether the Violet Kingdom allowed such traveling mages to enter the city of a thousand towers... …I feel weird."

"...Why did he suddenly pay attention to this matter?" Bernadette frowned, "And speaking of traveling mages... the hinterland of the Violet Kingdom has always been forbidden for outsiders to enter, and this matter is no secret. As the head of state, How could he think of asking about this in person?"

"He didn't say it clearly in the letter, but I thought of the news from the spies sent to Northport and Winter County a few days ago," Prince Nash said lightly, "The spies said that the Wilder family in the north of Loren suddenly started to investigate some Very old information, in some relatively public information, they saw a name called 'Modir Wilder'..."

Bernadette frowned slightly: "Mortil Wilde... I seem to have an impression? Wait a moment... I'll check the library."

As the tower spirit of the dark palace and also the curator of the "Great Library", Bernadette holds most of the "memories" of the entire Violet Kingdom. She knows what the traveling mages know, and also Knowing the internal history and endless secrets of this country, and almost at the same time as her words fell, this powerful artificial soul had already found the name of Mordir Wilde from the great library.

"I found... an ancient man from 600 years ago who used to be the controller of the Wilder family - but he seems to be more interested in adventures and travels than being a human nobleman," said Bernadette behind Bernadette in the mirror. Her room turned into an incomparably vast library, with countless bookshelves and quaint collections stacked and circled behind her, and a large book (decorative) appeared in her hand, while she filled Tsukuru read the above text while nodding his head and said, "There are records showing that he even tried to find the secret route of Gawain Cecil and the origin clues of the silver elves... Let me see what is written at the end of the record, Ah, there is—

"The great adventurer disappeared during his last adventure. There are records that he briefly appeared in the north of the moss forest during his last journey, and he continued to move north. That is the last trace of him left in the world. …At that time, his disappearance caused a great disturbance in Ansu. The Wilder family and the Ansu royal family mobilized half of the country to search for their Duke. The search operation covered almost the entire northern continent...the result was of course nothing. And that large-scale operation also attracted the attention of the spies, so relevant information was also sent back to the Violet Kingdom."

After Bernadette finished speaking, she closed the book, and the large library behind her returned to its original appearance. She nodded to Prince Nash in front of the mirror: "This is all the information. It seems that Cecil is suspicious Did their great adventurer who disappeared back then 'travel' to our side?"

Prince Nash's brows did not relax at all, instead they frowned even more, with an increasingly perplexed expression on his face: "Then I can't understand—an ancient man who disappeared 600 years ago, how come Cecil suddenly remembered it now?" Find his clues? And put the search target on us?"

Bernadette thought about it carefully, and said seriously: "Because they react slowly?"

Prince Nash: "...I'm not joking."

Seeing the serious expression on Nash's face, Bernadette in the mirror also stopped joking. After a short thought, she broke the silence: "It seems that the incident back then did not end with the great adventurer Mo Dill's disappearance is over—to this day, some new changes may have taken place in the affairs of that 'ancient man', and this change is so great that the ruler of the Cecil Empire has to personally ask about it..."

"The new change...is it impossible to resurrect the dead again?" Prince Nash said in a casual tone, but his eyes were more serious than before. After a moment of hesitation, he couldn't help but look at the person in the mirror, confirming Read it again, "Search your library——has that human mage named Mordir really visited Violet? The Cecilians take this matter so seriously, they should not be careless about it." judge……"

"I searched it when I was 'joking' with you just now, Nash," Bernadette shook her head and said with some regret, "Unfortunately, that great adventurer really didn't come back then—you It should be known that no one can hide from my eyes when they are close to the hinterland of Violet. Under the gaze of the 'Eye of the Night', everything in the City of Thousand Towers and the surrounding area will be recorded in the ten thousand volumes of the Great Library .”

"No one can hide from the eyes of the eyes of the night..." Prince Nash muttered softly, and then stepped from the desk to the oriel window at the end of the room. Through the pure crystal glass, he overlooked the Thousand Towers The city, and then looked over the ancient and stacked urban area below, the high wall of the city of a thousand towers, and looked at the seemingly endless lush forest outside the city.

In the hinterland of the Violet Kingdom, there are no roads connecting the cities, and the city of a thousand towers is surrounded by dense forests with no dead ends. Each area is filled with forests and fog that cannot be reached or passed through. For outsiders who have not been invited However, even if they really possess some kind of ability to identify the way in the forest and mist, it is impossible for them to pass through those barriers to reach the city of a thousand towers.

Because the "path" does not exist at all - in the real "horizon", those cities are filled with huge voids that cannot be crossed from the present world. The so-called forest and fog are just curtains created to cover up those voids, just like a drama The scenery and coverings on the stage are ordinary, hiding the rotating gears and mechanisms under the stage.

How could any "human traveling mage" get lost in the city of a thousand towers through those forests and fog?

Prince Nash shook his head with a smile, and walked back to the desk. Bernadette in the mirror asked curiously, "What are you doing?"

"Basic etiquette and respect are a must. I want to write a reply first," Prince Nash said casually while stretching out his hand to the pen and paper next to him. Then he hesitated and added, "In addition, I decided to accept Part of that 'Alliance' invites the outer cities of the Violet Kingdom to join the Alliance's circumcontinental route in the form of 'Independent Trade Cities'."

A hint of surprise appeared on Bernadette's face: "Didn't you always have no interest in the circum-continent route?"

"Who said I'm not interested?" Nash raised his eyebrows, "I'm just not interested in the so-called 'trade', but I have always been very interested in the changes in the situation in Loren Continent. And our Lord just The metaphorical order, let us maintain our involvement in Loren Continent, at this time, I have a good reason for letting some of the outlying cities join the circum-continent route.”

……

The approaching dusk of the sky slanted into the study room covered with blue velvet carpets, and the sunlight cast bright spots on a metal decoration on the edge of the desk. To Amber who was standing opposite him: "Calculating the time, Victoria should be approaching the Sea of ​​Eternal Storm by now, right?"

"Almost, after all, she flew directly there, much faster than the ship," Huber said casually, rolling her eyes, with an incongruous expression on her face, "Hey, tell me, that ice cube face is really What kind of expression will he have when he sees his ancestor? If that Mordir is really the Mordir Wilder 600 years ago..."

"I don't know, and I'm too lazy to guess. I just know that Victoria is a calm person. She won't knock on the coffins of the ancients like you." Gawain glanced at the half-elf, then changed the topic, "The 'gate' project Is there any new news over there?"

"Everything is going on in an orderly manner, and the progress is very fast," Amber replied immediately, "The energy part we are responsible for is a mature technology, and Kamel personally supervises it, basically we only need to complete the construction of the facilities step by step. Yes, as for the Typhon people...their 'door opening' technology seems to be very mature, and even many portal components are finished products that have been built in their country, and they can be directly sent to the contracting castle for installation. According to Kamai According to Er, the people of Typhon seem to be very confident in this matter, and they have shown full sincerity and enthusiasm for work..."

"Their technology should be mature." Gao Wen smiled and nodded. "After all, the Augustus family directly obtained the ready-made knowledge from the Eye of God. I'm afraid they even stole the blueprint directly. If it wasn't for the basic energy part that couldn't be skipped, they probably wouldn't even need our help to open the door."

"It's true, after all, there are ready-made ones..." Amber nodded, but just halfway through speaking, she looked out of the window of the study with a look of astonishment, "Ah, why are they here?"

Before she finished speaking, Gawain sensed the presence of the breath. He turned his head to look at the large French window, and two figures about the size of a dog flew crookedly and staggeringly in the air—they were two with beautiful eyes. The blue dragonlings with thin scales and bright eyes flew from the direction of the Embassy Street. After a strange deceleration process, they crashed into the small platform outside the French window with the momentum of almost crashing. Gawain only had time to "ah!" After one sound, two "bang" sounds were heard before and after, one whelp hit the window frame, and the other hit the platform.

This is another ordinary human being, at least a second-level disability.

However, the two young dragons only panicked for a moment, and then quickly recovered from the little dizziness. They got up and scrambled, pushed and shoved to the front of the glass, staring at Amber and Gao in the room first. Wen Dayan looked at Xiaoyan, then raised his head in unison, and began to bang the window sash with his hard nose.

"Hey, why are these two little guys here again...and it's only been a few days, and they can fly all the way from the embassy?" Gao Wen muttered in surprise, and then realized that the not very strong I'm afraid the window won't be able to withstand the harm of the two baby dragons, so I hurriedly got up to open the window, "Hey stop, stop, don't hit, don't hit, I'll open the window for you..."

Amber stared at this scene from the side, and suddenly realized: "Hey! You also go through the windows, why do you treat them so differently from me! And you didn't set up shields for all the windows before What? Why is it gone?"

Chapter 1217 The Royal Dinner and the Young Dragon

Gawain turned a deaf ear to Amber's bluffs—because he knew that this half-elf was just used to being so unreliable. She hadn't jumped into the room from the window for a long time, and she hadn't triggered it recently. Through the "anti-amber mechanism" on the nearby street lamps and on the roof, in the final analysis, she has grown compared to before.

In addition to size and figure.

Gao Wen stepped forward and opened the window sash of the study room, and two young dragons who were already circling outside immediately jumped in through the window. They ran around the ground quickly at first, and then they seemed to remember something after a while. They ran in front of Gao Wen, spread their wings neatly and lowered their heads (this may be a bow in the dragon form), made a sound of "Gah-oh-" and then ran in front of Amber together, performing the same movements." Gaoh" sounded.

Both Amber and Gao Wen looked at the two baby dragons who were greeting each other with surprised and amused expressions, and Amber was the first to say: "This... I didn't expect them to be quite polite?"

"The young dragon's mind grows so fast..." Gao Wen was surprised by another thing, "How long have they been out of their shells? Not only can they fly all the way here from the embassy street, but they also know this Greetings politely... I thought that creatures with extremely long lifespans like dragons and at the top of the food chain must have extremely long infancy, just like elves..."

"I thought so too," Amber squatted down and snorted carelessly as the two baby dragons' heads were covered with fine scales, "but now it seems that this is our stereotype—of course, it is also possible that the dragon clan adjusted it at a certain period of time. My own genetic information has accelerated the growth of baby dragons. After all, they were so advanced in technology back then, making a dragon in a factory is like playing with it..."

It seems that this shameful thinking has started a new round of divergence, but this time Gao Wen didn't follow her to figure it out. He checked the two baby dragons and found that they didn't carry Melita or Noret. From the note sent by Ta, he knew that the two little guys ran out secretly. He looked up at the sky outside the window, saw that the sun was setting, and it was already late, so he turned his head and said to Amber: "Melita's side may I'm already worried, so go and send a letter to the Talrond embassy, ​​telling them that the young dragons are here, and leave the two little ones here for dinner at night—it just so happens that Enya hasn't seen them for the past two days, I've said it several times."

"Okay, I'll go and talk to you over there." Humber got up and said, before she finished speaking, her figure gradually faded in the air.

Seeing Amber disappear out of thin air, the two young dragons cried out in amazement, and circled around the ground again, as if looking for a gap where people could hide, but after a few seconds, they lost their minds about the matter. Interested, he returned to Gawain's side and circled around in circles, and kept pushing his head against Gawain's knee, making a pleasant but incomprehensible grunting sound from his throat.

Getting along with the cubs of the dragon family - even for Gao Wen, this is an unprecedented and novel experience. Although this is not the first time with the two little guys, he still can't help but sigh how interesting and friendly the two cubs are. Quirky.

The innate development of mobility and mentality makes the cubs of the dragon clan obviously different from other races, and this is reflected in their preference for Cecil Palace and their intimate attitude towards Gawain. The two little guys seem to be very aware of themselves. Where were they born? I still remember the breath of everyone around them at the beginning of their birth. Just after they were able to crawl proficiently, they ran all the way from the embassy street to the lawn in front of Cecil Palace to have fun. Gao Wen's memory is still fresh, and it is foreseeable that the number of times they will come here to make troubles will never be less...

But Gao Wen didn't mind it at all, he liked the pair of dragon sisters very much.

Not long after, the emperor's family dinner was ready in the dining room. Under the busyness of the chef and attendants, the long dining table was already filled with rich but not extravagant food, and the extra dining chairs (although not It must be useful) was also taken out, Gawain sat on the head of the family, Hetty, Rebecca and others lined up in order, as for Amber... as usual, sitting confidently on the high chair On the left hand side of Wen, the chicken leg and beer in his hand have been raised.

If there is a stubborn and serious person who sees the scene of the emperor's family dining, I am afraid that most of them will write thousands of words of critical articles and discuss topics, just because this dining table does not conform to the "noble etiquette" and "royal dignity". "There are too many situations, but Gao Wen himself is very satisfied with this kind of lively and unruly "family dinner".He has always believed that meal time is the most relaxing time, especially with family and friends. This precious time should never give way to those energy-wasting red tape and "etiquette habits". This was the case when he established a pioneer camp, and it remained the same until he became the ruler of this vast empire.

Regarding this point, even Hetty, who attached great importance to tradition and "rules" at the beginning, is already used to it—she is even used to the scene of Amber and Rebecca fighting for the last chicken leg at the dinner table.

Considering Hetty's character, this is really not easy...

Gawain looked towards the end of the dining table, and saw another figure who rarely appeared in the restaurant on weekdays also came to the side of the dining table: it was a golden giant egg, and there were shimmering runes flowing on the surface of the egg shell. She stood in the position opposite Gawain with a rather imposing manner, with teacups and kettles floating beside her, and the latest newspaper floating in front of her.

The two young dragons had already jumped off the chairs prepared for them, and at this time they were happily jumping up and down around the golden giant egg, and climbed to the top of the eggshell from time to time, like an ancient dragon in a bard story. Crouching on it with its tail curled up like a giant dragon in the castle, it stretched its neck and let out a non-threatening "gaoh" cry.

If ordinary people were in charge of taking care of them here, they would have been in a hurry in front of the vigorous energy and strong physique of the young dragon. However, to the gods of the past, the level of trouble caused by the two little guys is not worth mentioning, Enya Just let the young dragon crawl around on her body, and this did not affect her interest in drinking tea and reading newspapers.

Of course, considering the current form of this dragon god... No one else can tell whether she is indifferent or not, anyway, she is just standing there.

The aroma of food wafted through the dining room. Amber happily ate a gnawed chicken leg, but soon she glanced in the direction of the whelping dragon and Enya, and then saw a chair not far away who was lying on her back. Tyre, who was upside down and sleeping like a corpse before eating, finally couldn't help but muttered to Gawain next to him in a low voice: "Hey, I didn't say that... Do you feel that the normal human beings gathered around you It’s getting less and less? Now it’s not easy to have someone who looks like a person next to the dinner table..."

Her voice was not loud, but it was obvious that it could not be deceived by the sensitive golden dome. Enya's gentle and smiling voice immediately came from the end of the long table: "I don't usually go to the restaurant—today is just The two little guys came over to be guests, so I just came here to show my face."

While talking, she attracted the teacup floating beside her with invisible magic power, and poured boiling hot tea on her eggshell with ease. As the steam rose, the surface of the golden giant egg overflowed with the fragrance of tea— —The young dragons who were studying whether the table could be eaten or not were immediately attracted by this scene. One of them jumped up and wanted to grab the teacup floating in the air, while the other opened its mouth and spit out a flame, spraying it precisely on the table. The part of Enya's eggshell that has been poured with tea is probably to help dry it.

Gawain looked at this strange and lively scene, and finally couldn't help covering his forehead and muttering: "I have to go to SC for a meal, this is really something I never dreamed of..."

Before he finished speaking, Tilton, who was about to slide off the chair, suddenly woke up with a start. Miss Siren stared around and looked around: "Dreaming? Sleeping and dreaming? I didn't sleep, I just took a nap." Take a nap, call me when dinner is ready..."

Before she finished speaking, the deep-sea salted fish essence slowly closed her eyes, and her body slumped down from the chair again——her expression was serene, as if she had fallen asleep.

"I can't even figure out what she's doing here," Amber couldn't help but glance at the direction where Tyre was paralyzed, and muttered in a low voice, "She doesn't eat, and she's just going here to change places." sleep..."

"...I also want to ask her about the recent situation at Antaveen. It feels like I haven't heard from there for a long time, and I don't know what progress has been made in the restoration project of the sea monsters recently," Gao Wen said. Looking at Tire helplessly, he sighed softly, "Oh, forget it, let's talk about it when she wakes up."

"Don't tense your nerves all the time. At least at this time, you should think about something that has nothing to do with the 'big picture'." Just as Gao Wen's voice fell, Enya's voice came from the opposite side. When she came over, there were two young dragons vying for position on her eggshell, and her voice was flat with a reassuring aura, "Although I have never understood the way sea monsters live, But at least in terms of relaxing and 'making yourself happy', they're much better than you."

"No way, it's hard for my mind to calm down. If I stop thinking, I will have trouble sleeping and eating..." Gao Wen shook his head with a smile, and his tone was a little helpless, and then his eyes suddenly fell on the two Arching around the baby dragon—he saw blue light floating between the scales near the necks of the two little guys, and where the blue light extended, he could vaguely see a "flowing" texture, " Enya, has the 'Dark Blue Mark' on the two little guys changed again?"

"Have you noticed it too?" Enya's voice came, calm and reassuring as always, "Indeed, it has reached the point where it is visible to the naked eye, and it's hard not to notice...the marks on their bodies have indeed come back for a while. Some development. I used to think that they were just a little acquired mutation due to the influence of the active energy in the dark blue webway, and this mutation would gradually stabilize as they grew up, but now it seems... the dark blue webway has a lot of influence on them The impact is far more profound than I imagined.”

Gao Wen's hand holding the knife and fork stopped subconsciously, and his expression became a little serious: "Is it really all right?"

"I still can't see any bad effects. They are very healthy, healthier than ordinary dragonlings, and have a higher upper limit of development in magic perception ability, but... I noticed that they carry The dark blue imprint has been generating induction and interaction with the outside world, which makes me suspect that they have not yet escaped from the influence of the dark blue webway, and even..."

Hetty, who was still silent on the side, couldn't help breaking the silence at this time - she was as concerned about the two little guys hatched in Cecil Palace as Gawain: "Even?"

"I even suspect that they are still connected to the Deep Blue Webway until now," Enya finally revealed a trace of worry in her calm tone, but she quickly hid the worry, "And we probably can't do anything about it." Sever that connection."

Gawain stared at the shell of the golden giant egg: "Does Melita and Noretta know about this?"

"I mentioned it to them—as the mothers of the young dragons, they have the right and the obligation to know the changes that are happening to the two little guys." Enya said slowly, but the two young dragons who were still ignorant had already changed from her Climbing down from the eggshell, the little ones looked around, unaware of the change in the atmosphere, and their attention was already on Tyre's tail coiled under the table.

Fortunately, Enya dragged them out from under the table with invisible magic power before the two fearless young dragons could vaporize Miss Siren's tail with one breath.

"They have already reported the changes in the two little guys to Tallonde, and they also reported the situation that 'a large number of dragon eggs may be affected by the dark blue webway' before, but I want to use the current Tallonde The situation in Elrond... It should be difficult for Heragor to give a quick reply," Enya continued, "Now all we can do is to observe the marks on the two dragonlings more carefully, and look for them and Deep Blue. avenues to establish connections between the webways, and expect that these connections will not affect their health."

Gawain and Heidi looked at each other, and said in unison: "...I hope so."

……

Standing on a hill in the suburbs overlooking the direction of the imperial capital, the man-made lights that shine like a galaxy can often make outsiders who see this "Magic City" dumbfounded for the first time.

The magic spar lamp dispelled the darkness under the night. Under the dense lights arranged along the road, there are main roads and shops on both sides of the road that will not be silent even after nightfall. The various residential areas in the city are also brightly lit, far more than The old oil lamps and candles were several times brighter than the lights from the windows of thousands of households. The "stars" that fell on the earth were even brighter and brighter than the sea of ​​stars in the sky. Azalena, who was overlooking the city, couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly.

Under the night, the red-haired Dragon Seal Witch sighed softly: "Although I have been here for several days...but I still have to say that the night of this city is far more shocking than the day."

"Thousands of lights... When His Majesty described this scene to us for the first time, none of us could imagine what it was like," Byron said in a low voice, standing beside Azalena. "But then again—I heard Amber describe that Tarrond used to be far more glorious than Cecil City. The lights there can reflect the earth into daylight, and even every brick on the road can emit light Come……"

"No matter how brilliant it is, the former Tarrond is gone, and even if it still exists, it is the hometown of the pure-blooded dragons, not our dragons," Azarena shook her head with a light smile, "and To say something that might make the blood pressure of the three dragon leaders rise—Talrond, which is now only sparsely lit in the night after the war, is actually far more 'bright' in my eyes than when it was brightly lit in the past."

Chapter 1218 Dragonborn and Peas

The weather was getting colder day by day, especially in the suburbs at night, but for the powerful extraordinary knights and dragon descendants, this coldness was obviously nothing.

Azalena stood quietly on the hill illuminated by the starlight. The imperial capital illuminated by the lights of thousands of families was like a gem inlaid by the Baishui River. In her eyes, it showed a brilliance far brighter than the stars in the sky. There are several winding lights extending from the city, extending to the depths of the dark plain under the night, connecting those more distant lights-they are busy roads and railways day and night, they are like arteries, in this land Conveying the blood of the empire.

After the topic about Tarrond, she and Byron did not speak for a long time, allowing the silence to gradually surround from all directions, and it took a long time before she heard the familiar and deep voice coming from A voice came from the side: "...if only they could wait until this day..."

"If they are still alive, then you are probably still the mercenary captain who wandered in the gray area. If you are still a mercenary captain, when old Cecil was attacked by the distortion body, Ms. Hetty and Rebecca Miss will not have your combat power by your side. Without your combat power, it will be difficult for Cecil's last fire to survive that disaster. In this way, even if Gawain Cecil is still resurrected, the whole world will be destroyed. The fate of the land will be completely different from what it is today..." Azalena turned her head to look at Byron, her eyes shone with a dark red light in the night, "I know this sounds a bit indifferent, but Captain, Destiny is intertwined."

"...Yeah, destiny is intertwined," Byron sighed softly, and then looked at Azalena strangely, "But you wouldn't say this kind of... blah, blah, blah, blah, blah. What impresses me the most about you is holding a wine barrel and bragging with others. If you can't brag, you will draw out a knife to fight, and continue bragging after the fight-you have never lost a quarrel or a fight."

"Bringing these things up in front of women is not how a mature gentleman should behave—but it is quite in line with your style," Azalena laughed, with a hint of memory in her eyes, "I left you Is this the original impression... I can't remember clearly, but it should indeed be the most free and easy day for me."