Chapter 1003 Stirring

Andersa leaned against the railing of the balcony, squinting her eyes in the breeze, looking out at the outer edge of the Thorin giant tree, in fact, she could vaguely see the scene of the Holy Spirit Plain - there seemed to be a long and narrow curtain illuminated by the sky. , extending along the horizon to the distance, the background color of the curtain is pure white, it should be snow in the plains, right?

She didn't look back, and broke the silence softly: "I know it's not easy for you to say this in front of me - from your point of view, you must think that this matter is indeed beneficial to Cecil and Typhon, right?"

"This is also true from the facts," Bud said, "Our biggest threat now is the 'disaster', and the soldiers who can resist the disaster are the key to the war situation. The two countries face the same threat. Crisis is what matters."

"What about after the crisis?" Andersa turned her head and looked at Bud quietly with only one eye left, "Cecil and Typhon will become eternal comrades-in-arms and partners, and will work closely together regardless of previous suspicions. , Do you all live together happily and peacefully?"

"...No," Bud stared at his daughter and said calmly after a few seconds, "From my point of view, even if this crisis ends safely, the two countries will form some kind of balance or alliance after the war. This balance and covenant is also temporary. The rivalry goes on forever and becomes a hazard of war again when one side develops an Achilles heel. There are no permanent comrades and partners in the world, especially at the national level.”

"Mass production of Transcendent technology is one of the foundations of Typhon. I dare not say what the future holds. At least at this stage, this is the guarantee of our military strength. Maybe the Cecil people really just want to train a group of people to fight against the pollution of the gods. Soldiers...but will they just think like this after the disaster is over? Mass-produced superhumans plus mass-produced war machines, what did Typhon use to fight against this kind of power at that time?" Andersa shook He shook his head, "I'm a person with a narrow vision and a lack of flexibility - that Gawain Cecil may really stand at the height of all mankind, and His Majesty Rosetta may also stand at this height, but I'm not.

"I'm only in my position, so in my opinion, it's not negotiable.

"Maybe I'm not qualified to say that in my current capacity, but I still have to say - why should all good things fall into the hands of the Cecil?"

Bud looked at Andersa quietly. After a long time, he slowly revealed a smile: "Your grandfather raised you very well."

Andersa didn't respond, she just quietly looked at the distant scenery, and after a long silence, she suddenly whispered: "From the overall situation, Cecil and Typhon fully unite to resist this disaster is the best way. The right choice, right?"

"It would be a lot easier if things were so simple," Bud smiled. "Unfortunately, even the two heroes cannot simply 'pinch' the two countries together like mud. Together.

"

"So, whether the Cecil people want Typhon's technology, whether they want to exchange their own technology, or what more thorough cooperation and exchanges the two countries want to carry out... These should not be a breakthrough from me. ," Andersa said slowly, "As a soldier, no matter what the righteous reason is, if I hand over those things, it would be treason to the country-there are some things that our majesty can do, but I can't."

Bud was silent for a few seconds before saying with a hint of sigh: "Andersa, you really grew up..."

"Your exclamation is many years late," Andersa looked at her father, now a little smile on her always stern face, and took a deep breath in the wholesome breeze of Sorin. Tone, "I've been out for too long, I'd better go back to my room before Sister Marianne takes coercive measures."

Bud subconsciously took a half step forward: "Do you want me to take you back?"

"No need, I'm not that weak yet." Andersa waved her hand, then slowly turned around, moving her steps somewhat uncomfortable, and walked towards the exit of the terrace.

It wasn't until her figure completely disappeared at the door that Bud's eyes slowly retracted, and a small voice sounded from a crack in the wall somewhere nearby: "You really don't look like father and daughter. A conversation between them—it was more like two officers discussing the situation of the war with a serious face.”

Bud slanted his eyes and looked down at his feet, and saw a small flower bud swaying in the wind between the cracks of the wall tiles, he raised his eyebrows: "Didn't you say you should avoid it? It's you who crawled into the corner to eavesdrop. How to avoid it?"

As soon as he finished speaking, a large number of flower vines poured out of the edge of the terrace, and Bertila's figure condensed and formed from it. The latter walked steadily from mid-air to the terrace, and there was no expression on his slightly blank face: "I did avoid it. Now, ceremonial avoidance—all of you standing on my body, how can I avoid it? I'm all in the cracks of the bricks."

Bud felt his brows jump: "...How come I haven't found out that you are such a sophistry woman in the past ten years? Is this change also due to the 'brain' you created for yourself?"

But Bertiera didn't answer Bud's question, she just glanced at the direction Andersa left, and said casually, "It seems that this matter has nothing to talk about - I thought what your 'father' said. You can shake this eldest lady."

Bud sighed: "It's a pity that Andersa can stand her ground better than we thought, and His Majesty Gawain seems to be disappointed."

"This result is probably what he expected..." Bertila didn't have any regretful tone, she just sighed, "Andersa... Your daughter is actually a very sober person, despite a lot of information and third parties. The subjective judgments of the personnel all say that the contemporary General Wolf is a cold, stubborn, inflexible militant, and blindly hostile to Cecil, but in my opinion, she is perhaps more Be aware of the changes in the world and the relationship between nations.

"It's just that she remembers her duty as a soldier more."

"It's not easy to get such a high evaluation from you," Bud glanced at Bertila, "but let's pay attention to the issue of special soldiers... The battle on the frontline of Winter Wolf Castle is getting more and more fierce, and the Typhons' The army is now full of spiritual pollution carriers, and our soldiers fight against those things every day. The neural network has begun to detect the pollution information of the god of war in the frontline nodes - if there is no effective means of defense, the defense line will be It has to shrink."

"I examined the bodies of the Typhon war mages in the POW camp—in the name of medical exams," Bertila said casually, "and the vast majority of them had indeed altered their neural structures with alchemical potions and constant external stimuli. ...To be honest, this kind of alchemy potion that can forcibly stimulate magical talent is not uncommon elsewhere, but basically all have serious side effects, either weakening the physique, or permanently damaging the nervous system, and the best can also lead to magical talent. Locked for life, but the catalytic technology that Typhon is using has obviously solved these sequelae...

"Those battle mages are very healthy, and even their personal strength can be improved to a limited extent by normal learning and training, except that the upper limit is relatively low and it is difficult to grow in the later stage, they are basically not much different from real mages.

"I isolated the blood samples of these people and scanned their neural structure, hoping to reverse their transformation process, but I have no clue... It's obviously not that simple."

"That is to say, this road won't work," Bud frowned, in his opinion that's what Bertila's series of technical descriptions meant after he extracted it, "...I don't know if His Majesty will try to contact him. Aldenan, but in the current situation, it is unlikely that the two countries will establish a channel for technical exchanges while fighting..."

"So, I'm thinking about other solutions here..." Bertila said casually.

"Other solutions?" Bud froze for a moment, then looked at the former headmaster in surprise, "Have you come up with a solution?"

"A different technical route, maybe we can enhance ordinary people's ability to adapt and control magic in other ways, such as an additional nervous system... Naritel told me some knowledge about neural networks, which contains A concept called 'wetware compute nodes' is interesting..."

Bud looked at Bertiera, and suddenly felt a chill for no reason. Although the Sorin area was like spring all year round, he subconsciously rubbed his arms: "Damn... don't make any more bloody experiments, I will Be the first to report you."

Bertila glanced at him: "Of course not, my every move is under the monitoring of the magic net, not to mention that I myself have long lost interest in those stupid experiments - I will follow the formal process to Rebecca. The Minister made an application and reported it."

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Aldenan.

The snowfall that lasted for several days finally subsided, but the fog that followed soon shrouded the imperial capital on the plain again. The sky in Aldenan was still gloomy, but compared with the previous windy and snowy days. , There is finally a little more sunshine and warmth here today.

A tall and thin man wearing a black earl's cloak, with a sash and a talisman on his body, walked in the deep and long corridor of the Obsidian Palace. It is the face of a typical Typhon northerner.

Led by the maid, he walked through the corridors of the Obsidian Palace to the reception room most often used by Rosetta Augustus, and pushed aside the heavy oak tree with its intricate coat of arms painted with golden lines. Behind the door, he stepped into it, and Rosetta Augustus was sitting in a high-backed chair by the fireplace, looking up from the book at the movement from the door.

"Count Claremont Dart," Rosetta looked at the tall and thin man who appeared at the door and nodded slightly, "You came on time."

"Punctuality is the tradition of the Dart family." The man known as Claremont walked towards Rosetta, the door of the reception room closed behind him, and as the wooden door slammed shut, he bent to the imperial ruler in front of him Go, "According to the law, I come to bid you farewell."

His etiquette is impeccable and his words are very standard, but all this is like a machine - precise, but without emotion or warmth.

But Rosetta obviously didn't care about that.

"In the early morning of tomorrow, you will go to the front line with the first train," he nodded. "I wish you a smooth journey, and I wish you bravery and honor."

Claremont Dart straightened up and stared at Emperor Rosetta with his slender eyes. This gaze lasted for a few seconds before he retracted his gaze and said lightly, "Thank you for your blessing."

Here, all due etiquette has been done.

He took a half step back and was about to leave, but before he could speak, Rosetta suddenly asked, "Is there nothing else to say? We may not have the chance to talk like this again."

Claremont stared at Rosetta for a long time before he said, "Are you shaken now?"

"I am unwavering."

"Okay, I understand," Claremont nodded, turning to look at the door of the reception room, "then I'll be watching you in the dirt of Winter Wolf Keep, and I'll keep watching until you truly realize you. The prosperous world that was depicted in the beginning - or sinking into the abyss is irreversible."

After saying this, the Typhon noble stepped forward and left the reception room without a single pause.

In the huge room, Rosetta Augustus sat quietly on a chair. After the door of the room was closed again, he looked up at the mechanical clock not far away.

"Two minutes, not bad."

He was talking to himself softly, playing with a small gem—about the size of a thumb, the whole shape was like an eye, and it was completely black, but there seemed to be a little bit of light on the black surface all the time. Flickering and wandering, it was as if an illusory starry sky was blocked inside.

This "starry twinkling" gem tumbled lightly in Rosetta's hand for a while, before the latter suddenly stopped the movement in his hand, and the faint starlight on the gem's surface seemed to have some kind of inertia It trembled for a while, and with the little bits of light gradually re-stabilizing and solidifying, a little thing gradually emerged from the dark depths of the gem.

Little by little it became clearer, and at last the details—that was the face of Malm Dunit, the dull face.

Rosetta Augustus stared blankly at the faces emerging from the gemstone's surface. After a long time, he smiled slightly: "Are you pretending to be an unconscious shell?"

The sluggish Malm Dunit in the gem suddenly came to life, he looked at Rosetta viciously, his sarcastic voice shook the air around the gem: "You are trapped in nothing but an avatar! The real me is already one with the glory of the Lord, and you will never be able to comprehend that great and beyond human realm - continue to be complacent here, as a mortal you are not even qualified to stand on the opposite side of the Lord - The war itself will consume you and your pathetic family!"

Rosetta quietly looked at the face emerging from the gem, he was not angry at all, his voice was as calm as always: "Yeah... what you said makes a lot of sense, as a mortal, it is really good to have contact with the gods above. It's a hard thing to do...it's a lot of fun to solve a problem like this."

He pressed his fingers slightly, and powerful magic was poured into the gem. With a slight crisp sound and a faint roar, the gem and the spirit body trapped in it instantly vanished into ashes.

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