Chapter 1100 The Last Link

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At the highest point of the City of Thousand Towers, the dark palace rooms seem to be forever shrouded in a hazy curtain. As long as you stand in this tower and look outside, even when the sky is clear, you will feel that the sky is floating. There is a layer of haze, and I feel that there is some kind of inexplicable "barrier" between the urban buildings surrounding the tower and the tower. Occasionally, people who are lucky enough to visit this tower will be impressed by this scene-but there is no One can explain what the source of this "curtain" feeling is.

There is no corresponding data record, no public technical interpretation by the royal mages, and the rulers in the high tower never explain the secrets of their residence to the lower mages. The oldest of the secrets, it is not very conspicuous, but it always attracts the interest of some prying eyes.

Prince Nash stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window painted with bronze lace, his eyes calmly looking at the distant sky. Under the hazy and dim sky, what was reflected in the eyes of the Mage King was slightly out of place with the current time and space At a certain moment, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it lightly, so the scene outside the tower trembled abnormally for an instant, and in the next second, a group of vague shadows appeared outside the "curtain" Appeared, and quickly dissipated in a silent wail, as if dissolving in the bright sunlight outside.

"There are always blind elemental creatures or mana spirits attracted," Nash Nart frowned and muttered, "This year there are especially many."

"This is a powerful hub of magic power, and it is also the focus of space-time distortion. It is like the bottom of a funnel. All superhuman powers within the range of the funnel will slide towards this 'loophole'. This is determined by the laws of nature," said the lady in the mirror. He said with a smile, "The curtain of the dark royal court will attract those sensitive elemental creatures and mana spirits. The frequency is about the same every year. According to my monitoring records, the situation this year has not changed."

"...That's probably because I'm too sensitive," Prince Nash thought for a while, and couldn't help but sigh, "After all, there's been a lot of things happening recently."

The beautiful lady in the mirror looked at Prince Nash's back and said softly after a moment of contemplation: "Seriously, don't you consider responding to that 'Alliance' invitation? Or at least take part in these interesting new changes in Loren Continent recently The mages living in the outer zone have gotten very close to the merchants in the Loren continent during this time, and they are very interested in the 'circum-continent route'."

"I have not prohibited commercial exchanges at the civil level, and I have also approved the sailing of the circumcontinental route in the southern strait." Prince Nash turned to look at the lady who appeared in the mirror, with a serious expression on his face, "To the Violet Kingdom In other words, this level of 'openness' is enough - we shouldn't establish too much contact with the countries on the continent of Loren. As for the mages who live in the cities of the outer zone... Essentially they are with the We're different, aren't we, Bernadette."

"Ah, ah, yes, they are more relaxed and free than us," the lady in the mirror spread her hands and sighed half-jokingly, "It's not like us that have to carry a bunch of missions that don't know the meaning, live a life of perpetual seclusion."

"Okay, don't complain about this, we haven't reached the level of 'isolation' - at least every year, there will still be some mage apprentices who pass the test from Loren Continent to the City of Thousand Towers, and we will send people from time to time Going to Loren to observe the changes in the world is better than a thousand years ago," Prince Nash smiled to appease Bernadette in the mirror, and quickly changed the subject, "Compared to this, your clothes today are very beautiful. "

"This is the one I wore yesterday."

"...The one from yesterday was also very beautiful."

Bernadette in the mirror crossed her waist and sighed: "...don't you have a brain?"

Prince Nash opened his mouth and seemed to be stuck for a moment, then he spread his hands awkwardly and smiled,

Then he turned around and faced the floor-to-ceiling window, looking into the distance and continued to fall into deep thought.

...

The meeting has lasted for several days. Leaders or plenipotentiaries from dozens of large and small countries in the Loren Continent have been squeezing their brains and mobilizing all the information resources and think tank resources in their hands. Every day, they have to Faced with a series of huge information that can affect the entire known world, and on the second day, they have to give feedback on this information and vote-this meeting has already exceeded the expectations of most countries, just like a rapid Like a tsunami, the entire era was swept up and down, and those representatives involved in it, even if they were caught off guard, were keenly aware of the huge impact that this series of changes would have on the entire world - including on their own motherland. great influence.

They are like a group of helmsmen caught in a huge wave, holding the steering wheel in a little panic in this silent stormy sea. No matter what the situation is, no matter how much ability they have, they are doing their best to control the direction of their own ship. Trying to find a safe and favorable position and direction in this world-changing wave, where you can go back and explain to your subjects and subjects.

But as time went by, this giant wave showed a certain pattern day by day, and the helmsmen finally grasped the rhythm of the wind and waves vaguely, so a trace of order finally appeared in the loose and messy "fleet", and more and more people Consensus was reached in intense discussions and exchanges, more and more common interests were recognized, and some old contradictions were temporarily shelved or compromised in front of greater interests-the storm has not subsided, but the helmsmen have recognized The order of the "fleet", so a series of results were brewed in this process——

Initially, it was the establishment of the alliance and the entry into force of the "Communist Charter", followed by the opening of the circumcontinental route, the agreement on the route, and the entry into force of the "Ocean Trade Act", followed by the establishment of the Alliance Food Committee and the food supply to Tarrond. The aid bill was passed, the establishment of the sea and air joint warning circle and the entry into force of related bills, and at the same time a series of bills on intra-continental trade were voted through, the conflict ruling method between countries, the framework of international law and the memorandum of necessity, the security of member states general rule...

The meeting lasted for a long time, but every minute and every second was extremely tense.

And in this process, a series of publicly available information from the 112 meeting was continuously disseminated through the intelligence channels of various countries—even the most backward small and remote countries, through the lease of the three countries of Cecil, Typhon, and the Silver Empire The news was sent back to the country as soon as possible by means of a long-distance communication network.

Time passed day by day like this. When the tenth day came, the public agenda of the 112 meeting was finally over. With the passing of the "General Measures for Identifying Sea and Land Boundaries (Temporary)", the flag flying above the oath stone ring gradually resumed A bleak normalcy.

Beneath the blue-and-gold-patterned banner, Gao Wen breathed a sigh of relief. The most important part of his mind was finally resolved, but he hadn't completely let go of the breath—the public part of the meeting was over, but there was still time to go. There are still some things that need to be handled carefully and cannot be rashly discussed publicly. After regaining his energy, he raised his head and glanced at the slightly tired representatives under the banners, breaking the silence with a deep voice.

"Everyone, just now we have voted and passed the last bill. At this point, the public agenda of this meeting has been successfully concluded. First of all, we would like to express our congratulations."

After the voice fell, applause immediately sounded from all over the venue. It took only a short time from sparse to enthusiastic. After the warm but short applause ended, Gao Wen continued: "Next, follow the meeting recorded in the manual. For the process, we will switch to a closed-door meeting-there is only one representative from each country on the scene, and the rest of the assistant team, affairs officer team, and media team are asked to leave in an orderly manner. All remaining representatives can rest for 30 minutes. Please stay away After 30 minutes, the oath stone ring will be temporarily blocked until the end of the meeting."

In the final stage, there was an additional closed-door meeting-this matter had been written in the meeting manual distributed to the representatives of all parties, so the representatives at the scene were not surprised by what Gao Wen said, and no one suspected it. Some of them who are well-informed and have a keen sense of smell have even roughly guessed what this closed-door meeting is going to discuss. They have a thoughtful look on their faces for a moment, but no one said anything in the end.

Afterwards, the representatives of all parties and their assistant teams began to leave the venue in an orderly manner or went to the rest area to take a break according to the procedures. Gao Wen also temporarily left his seat, but he did not go far, but came directly to the Under the banner of the Silver Empire - Belsetia is standing here, discussing something with Rosetta Augustus.

Noticing Gawain approaching, Belsetia turned around with a faint smile on her face, and then Rosetta also raised her head to look this way, and raised her right hand as a signal - he held a glass of wine in his hand. The low-alcohol liqueur, the slightly red wine and the delicate crystal glass are shining brightly in the sun.

"Uncle Gao Wen," Belsetia greeted with a smile. The majestic aura that belonged to the "Silver Queen" in her previous meeting has gradually dissipated. "Your performance today is still very outstanding."

"I don't need this kind of flattery," Gawain smiled, "and then again--don't you only call me 'Uncle Gawain' in private?"

Belsetia said casually in a very relaxed tone: "The current occasion is considered 'private' to me-this meeting is exhausting enough, and it is more healthy to relax when you take a break."

Gawain looked at Rosetta Augustus at the side again, his eyes fell on the other's wine glass, and he said casually, "Is this drinking during the meeting?"

Rosetta shook the crystal glass in her hand, showing a relaxed smile: "Long meetings make my mouth dry, and compared to drinking water, a moderate amount of alcohol can make me more sober."

Gao Wen thought for a while, and couldn't help but say something more: "...This wine is actually made from the fruit of the Sorin tree."

Rosetta's expression changed for a moment, and then when he looked at the wine glass in his hand, his eyes were a little dumbfounded. After a while, he muttered: "Are you trying to say that even this glass of wine is older than me?"

"Just kidding, I don't think Bertila would treat the fruit hanging on the tree as a descendant's bloodline," Gao Wen said with a smile—although he really felt that if a wise P Club player stood here I’m afraid it’s not possible to make a claim to Typhon with a Sorin tree fruit—then he directly turned to the topic, “We’re about to enter the last link, is Typhon ready?”

"As we agreed before, on the issue of the theocracy, Typhon will stand firmly on Cecil's side," Rosetta Augustus immediately became serious, "You can rest assured —There is no resistance to this.”

Has the God of War forces remaining in Typhon and who have not bowed to Aldernan been completely wiped out like this... And it sounds like the Augustus family has also regained control of the country, and has gathered the forces left after the collapse of the Church of God of War. There is a large blank space below...

Gao Wen didn't speak again, but just nodded slightly.

"The Silver Empire has also made preparations—the same is true for the Gaoling Kingdom and the small southern countries," Belsetia also said aside, "On this matter, the top leaders of the Druid Orthodox Church have the same opinion, but It is not ruled out that there will be small-scale counterattacks by secret religious organizations in some forests and diehard primitive believers in the folk. The Elven Royal Court can solve these troubles, but our progress must be slower, I hope you can understand this in advance."

"I understand. After all, the influence of theocracy is deeply rooted in the Silver Empire, and the long lifespan of your race has made it difficult for many elves who have experienced the ancient times to accept...change." Gawain nodded slightly, and at the same time he couldn't help but rise up. I felt unspeakable emotion: in many cases, the progress of the times not only requires the growth of new things, but also the demise of old things, even the demise of a generation of old people, and the need for those superiors who keep old memories and cannot accept the changes in the world. A generation gradually fades away from the main body of society. Although it seems cold and ruthless to say so, the old and the new are changing, and the world often works like this.

This is the tragedy of the long-lived race in this world—compared with those short-lived races that change quickly, the members of the long-lived race... are too difficult to die. They have lived so long that their memory has entangled their race like a long rope, and even though the rope has rotted and moldy, the younger generation is still trapped in it and cannot get rid of it.

Rosetta on the side showed a somewhat surprised expression: "Are there still elves who firmly believe in the original druid teachings and refuse to recognize the existing druid faction?"

"Yes, there are not only followers, but even a small number of old spirits who have personally experienced the 'Era of Primitive Religion' are alive in the world," Belsetia said with a complex expression, "This even includes a person from more than three thousand years ago. High-ranking druid priests and a small group of priests... Although these elves have been far away from the power center of the church, acquiescing to the order established by the elves royal court and the symbolic status of the highest priest of the royal family, their status in some primitive religious groups The influence is still huge, and it is not ruled out that they may have hidden connections with some secret religious groups in the past three thousand years..."

Gawain couldn't help frowning. Belsetia didn't mention this situation last time, and he couldn't help but look at the Silver Queen: "They won't like the Elven Royal Court to continue talking about issues involving the God of Nature. A 'reform'...how are you going to deal with this group?"

"It's impossible for us to take tough measures, and we can't turn a blind eye to them," Belsetia sighed, "I will be patient with them—don't worry, I have dealt with them for hundreds of years, and this matter It's a headache, but not unsolvable."

Speaking of this, the Silver Queen smiled helplessly, and said with a hint of ridicule: "Perhaps only their gods can persuade these old people who refuse to forget the past."

Gao Wen: "..."