Chapter 1064 Sunshine

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Yes,

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

...

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Let him come here directly." Rosetta nodded.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"That's why we need a reform committee to make this transition," Rosetta said. "The methods of the Cecilians are very useful. They know how to guide public opinion without intensifying the situation, so that society can change subtly. ——They turned the largest Church of the Holy Light into an academic facility, and turned the teachings of the Holy Light into a civilization convention. Although these experiences may not be 100% applicable to Typhon, at least this shows us a way .”

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

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