Chapter 1028 Tacit Understanding

After that, there was a brief silence, Gawain focused on the delicate patterns on the cup in front of him, Rosetta fell into a short period of thought, and Bertila looked a little ecstatic—she looked at the sky in the distance Those changing symbols and geometric structures narrowed their eyes slightly, as if they were calculating something.

"Actually, I have thought about what you will talk to me when we have a chance to talk face-to-face like today, and both sides are more open and honest," Rosetta suddenly broke the silence, he looked at Gao Gao Wen, there was a deep pool of water in the sunken eye sockets, "Frankly, I never thought 'Outlander' would talk to me about... ideals and the future."

"If we don't dare to talk about ideals and futures in the world of mental images, then this world really has no future," Gao Wen smiled, raised his teacup and gestured to Rosetta, "Actually, I'm not an idealist. I believe in realistic experience and natural principles, and I believe in real interests and the laws of things that can be measured by reason, but because of this, when I talk about ideals, I am absolutely serious.”

Rosetta glanced at the teacup in front of him, the liquid in the cup reflected the clear blue sky, all of which seemed to be flawless like the real world, he said casually: "Then for the great common ideal, Cecil will withdraw unconditionally. Is it?"

"No," Gawain said lightly, "and I will ask for a good price."

"Ah, I'm more relieved about this," Rosetta's always gloomy face showed a relaxed expression, and he held up the teacup, "Then we can continue all this at the negotiating table later."

Gawain smiled back, and the two finally reached a tacit understanding on the balance point that both sides agreed. Then Rosetta let out a small breath. He seemed to be more relaxed, and he also showed a clear understanding of this incredible space. Interested, he looked around and said with curiosity: "It's an incredible place... But I'm very concerned. When we're talking here, what's going on outside?"

"I accelerated this space locally. As of now, the real world outside has just passed half a minute," Gawain said, "Don't worry, everything is under control - such a conversation opportunity is hard to come by, I am better than you. I don't want to mess up."

"How did you pull me...to this place?" Rosetta asked earnestly. "Is it related to the last flying machine with a brain I saw?"

"It's not that there is a brain on the machine, but the brain rides on the machine," Bertila, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly broke the silence, "We did establish a connection with you through it."

"That thing is... surprising," Rosetta tried to use a neutral word, "To be honest, when I first saw what was in there, I almost subconsciously attacked, it really didn't look like it was there. It's a normal weapon, but it's more like a product of some kind of dark magic..."

"I agree with this,

And I'm trying my best to improve it," Gawain said helplessly, and at the same time glanced at Bertiera seemingly inadvertently, "but I suggest you don't pay too much attention to the image of that thing, because in a certain sense... Be part of this Lady Bertiera. "

This time, when Rosetta looked at Bertiera again, her eyes were more complicated than can be described.

But it was clear that Bertiera herself was not interested in continuing on this topic. She ignored Rosetta, but suddenly appeared attentively as if listening, and then looked at Gawain: "It seems that the things outside have been resolved. Almost there—the safety signal has come from Naritel."

As she spoke, she stood up, her figure gradually fading in the air: "Then I'll deal with the temporary node - before the network is interrupted, let's talk for a few more minutes."

Rosetta looked at the ancestor of Augustus 700 years ago, and finally couldn't help but say, "Are you in Cecil now? Will you return to Typhon?"

"...Sorry, I can't go away," Bertila's tone paused slightly, then shook her head, "Forget the name Bertila Augustus, everything is a thing of the past."

"I see," Rosetta said slowly. "Anyway, thank you for your protection just now."

"Don't worry about it..." Bertila's voice gradually faded away as the figure faded, she gradually left the space, and finally only left a sentence from the air, "...but if it is a real The gods are not bad, but a mere shard from the gods... is not worthy to die with the children of Augustus..."

Bertila left, and only Gawain and Rosetta were left in this vast space. In a strange but seemingly tacit silence, they sat down again, and each quietly tasted each other. Sipping tea, let the last few minutes of conversation gradually pass by in this silence, until Gao Wenqu raised his finger and tapped the table lightly: "There is one more minute."

"I haven't had such a peaceful cup of tea in decades. This kind of silence is really... nostalgic, even to the point where I can't get used to it," Rosetta put down the teacup in her hand and said with a hint of emotion , "Thank you for your hospitality - although only in the 'Dreamland'."

"You're welcome," Gawain nodded, then looked at the other party with a hint of curiosity, "I suddenly want to ask you a question - when the God of War breaks free in the final stage, you seem to be preparing to reverse the magical power of Winterhold. Sex comes to perish with the other party, is that really your last card? Are you really going to end it all with your own death?"

"Seriously speaking, that is indeed my last card - no doubt, what I said is true. I am ready to die with the God of War, no matter how future generations describe my death today will definitely be true. End it all," Rosetta said calmly, but then he shook his head and the conversation suddenly changed, "But from today, I shouldn't make a similar choice again."

"Why?" Gawain asked curiously.

"Because of the things you showed me," Rosetta said slowly, "to Typhon, you are terrible—no matter how great your ideals are, you are first and foremost a terrible opponent, so As long as you live, I dare not die."

"...This is really a compliment," Gawain was stunned for a moment, then shook his head helplessly with a smile, "Then I may live for many, many years, and there is a high probability that you will not survive me."

Rosetta stood up expressionlessly, and after a few seconds he suddenly smiled: "I try my best."

A vague vertigo suddenly struck, and the surrounding scenery began to shake and fade. Rosetta felt that his connection with this wonderful space was rapidly weakening. At the same time, he gradually heard voices from the real world. He realized that Bell The "time limit" mentioned before Tila left was approaching, and before he left this world completely, he looked up at Gawain in front of him again, and asked very solemnly: "The piece of land you just showed me... How big is the world beyond the sea outside it?"

The scene in front of me quickly disintegrated. The endless sky and the vast mirror-like water surface disappeared in a chaotic light and shadow. The dreamlike "contact" had ended, and in the last ray of connection left by the mental illusion in this scene, he vaguely heard Gawain's answer: "Very broad..."

"Yeah, that sounds really good..."

Feeling down-to-earth, Rosetta suddenly opened her eyes and heard a voice from nearby: "Your Majesty! How are you, Your Majesty? Your Majesty?"

He followed the reputation and saw Palin Winterhold and several high-level battle mages running into the hall. These people ran towards him nervously, and the Earl of Winterhold was apologetic in addition to being nervous.

"I'm very sorry, I disobeyed your orders," said the Earl of Winterhold quickly, as soon as he ran to Rosetta, "you ordered no one to approach the Arcane Hall - but we just saw a flying machine suddenly crash into I broke the walls of the hall because I was worried that you would be in danger..."

"It doesn't matter," Rosetta interrupted, "this matter will not be investigated."

As he spoke, he raised his eyes and looked around the vast hall, but there was no other figure in his sight except the Earl of Winterhold and a few battle mages - the Eye of God had disappeared, and the huge spider could not be seen. Arthropods, the "brain flying machine" that broke through the wall and broke in is also gone, leaving only a mess in the hall, broken bricks and tiles scattered on the ground in front, a big hole is broken in the wall not far away, the howling cold. The wind blew in through the hole, reminding that what had just happened was not an illusion.

"Where did that aircraft go?" he asked casually.

"It just flew out and ran away in front of everyone," said the Earl of Winterhold with a hint of embarrassment and annoyance, "We originally wanted to intercept it, but all the mage towers were either depleted or badly damaged, unable to Launched an attack, and some of the battle mages who tried to lift off and block were entangled by those weird flying soldiers-they fought with hard-to-defend mental attacks, plus there seemed to be a strong interference field around the flying machines, exhausting the battle. The mages were quickly defeated..."

Having said that, the loyal frontier earl quickly added: "But please rest assured, I have just notified a few nearby Battle Mage groups that can still act, and are ready to launch a lift-off..."

"No need," Rosetta interrupted immediately, "The Cecilians are not our enemies at this moment."

"...They crashed directly into your floor just now," the Earl of Winterhold couldn't help reminding. "Is this a misunderstanding?"

Rosetta was silent for a while, and said slowly: "...This is a Cecil-style support. In short, leave those aircraft alone and let them leave at will."

...

Gawain slowly opened his eyes, and the busy scene in the Winter Wolf Fort command post came into view.

Philip walked quickly to him: "Your Majesty, the psionic singer and the wetware server have begun their return journey - the Typhons did not intercept them."

Gawain nodded slightly: "Well, as expected."

He believed that even if the Typhon army, which was extremely weak and exhausted at the moment, had the intention to intercept it, they would always be able to form a formation of several mages to launch into the sky to stop the "psionic choir" teams whose whereabouts had been exposed. If he chooses to stand still, he should have been ordered by Rosetta... This is also a normal situation.

After all, those wetware servers are probably many rounds older than Rosetta...

"Don't pay too much attention to the movements of the Typhons," Gawain glanced at the battle map hanging not far away, turned to Philip and said, "Although the battle is over, we have a lot to do. Send a search team to the places where the wreckage of the God of War fell, no matter what it is, as long as it doesn't look right, get it back first - remember to remind the soldiers to take precautions."

Speaking of this, he paused and added: "You may encounter the search team of the Typhonians - although they do not have the same level of mental protection technology as us, they still have the basic siren runes, so I will definitely try to recover the wreckage of the God of War. Order the front-line soldiers to give priority to recovering the wreckage if it is close to our control area. If it is in the opponent's control area... If you don't encounter anyone, you will also give priority to recovering the debris. People say that we are pilots who jumped in search air battles, and try not to conflict with the Typhons."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gawain thought for a while, and asked casually, "Is Tyre awake?"

"Miss Till woke up half an hour ago. She looked a little lost after knowing that the dust had settled. She should not fall asleep now."

"The direction in the south near the Shadow Swamp is the main debris fall area, let her work with the search team in that direction," Gawain said calmly, "She may help us find more valuable Gods of War. Samples...but send someone to keep an eye on her to prevent her from stealing too much."

After Philip left, Amber's figure gradually emerged from the air.

"Where did you go just now?" Gao Wen asked without looking up.

"I've been staring at that 'Ms. Diana', but she looks very quiet, and she hasn't made any movement until now," Amber said casually, then glanced at Gawain, "Did you chat with the 'opposite'?"

"A rare opportunity," Gawain nodded, "I don't want to waste the opportunity created by Bertiera."

Amber looked at Gawain seriously, and then slowly said, "Looking at your appearance... We shouldn't attack Aldenan anymore."

"Originally, this plan wasn't listed as a priority, it's just a possibility after the war situation got out of control," Gawain said, his expression a little serious, "Typhon... it's not the hopeless old Ansu after all, attacking Austria Durnan is not good for either country."

"Ah—I understand what you mean, what you are considering is the magic tide and the divine disaster, and the overall survival probability of mortals in the face of the disaster," Amber shrugged. She has been by Gawain's side the longest, and obviously knows him best. "Then you asked Philip to send more search teams to compete with the Typhons to count the 'relics of the gods' scattered on the battlefield?"

"I hope to establish an order in which mortals advance and retreat at the same time, but this does not mean that we will stop and wait for anyone," Gawain glanced at Amber, "What's more, Typhon is far from being a stopper. Searle's 'ally' - what's happening on this battlefield is a good start, but we're still a long way from the order I envision."

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