Chapter 1152 Another Wind Direction

The latest website: In the early morning, the tower keeper Green woke up with the sound of a low-pitched mechanical device. There were light and dark lines cast on the floor, and the clear sky in the distance was vast and cloudless, while the mechanical antenna dish on the top floor of the Luan Hub was turning at an angle, and the bony and high alloy skeleton slowly moved past the window, turning the sky Several clever geometric patterns were cut out.

"It's not bad, it's good weather... The weather forecast of the mages is getting more and more accurate."

The tower keeper squinted his eyes and looked at the sky outside, and he breathed a deep sigh of relief after muttering softly, then he put on a loose and cool thin shirt, roughly adjusted his personal image, then turned and left the room—the upper area The mechanical turntable and the linkage mechanism made a reassuring low sound. Accompanied by the sound he was accustomed to, he walked through a short corridor and a short set of steps, and came to the nearby equipment room. A blond man in a brown shirt The young man was sitting in front of the magic net terminal, concentrating on the jumping numbers on the holographic projection, and the latest newspapers and periodicals that had been neatly cut were stacked in front of the printing device next to him.

The young man's name is Ron, and he is Green's colleague. He is another tower guard of this tower. It hasn't been long since he was transferred, but his down-to-earth, diligent and lovable personality has already given the The "old staff" left a deep and good impression.

"Ah, Mr. Green," the blond boy in front of the magic net terminal heard the movement from the door, and smiled after seeing who was coming, "It's not time for shift change yet, you got up so early?"

"Regular work and rest is good for the body—especially for a middle-aged person like me who is no longer young," Greene greeted the young man with a smile, "Wickson hasn't come back yet?"

"He came back just now, but soon went out again with two technicians - the readings of the secondary hub in Keshen Town are a bit abnormal, and a nearby factory reported that they have not received any information from the factory since yesterday. Luan has sent the signal, and Vixen thinks that the thunderstorm yesterday may have damaged the secondary hub, and he wants to check the situation himself. By the way, he drove the gray magic vehicle away."

"It seems that the thunderstorm yesterday was more powerful than we imagined," Green said casually, and came to the magic network terminal, and found at a glance that the neatly cut newspapers and periodicals printed out by networked printers had been I flipped through it, and someone marked one of the pages with a red pen, "Is there anything interesting in the newspaper, Ron?"

"Ah, I was just about to say it," the young man named Ron suddenly showed a pleasant and mysterious smile, "Do you still remember the 'monitoring project' that Vixen has been paying attention to? It is the general hub of various places. The project that has a listening station seems to have made great progress recently. It is said that a mysterious signal has been received, and scholars have spent a lot of space discussing this matter! There is not only one issue of the newspaper here... ..."

Green didn't pay much attention to the monitoring project,

But he was already interested enough by Ron's excited tone at this moment, and before the young man could finish speaking, he had already picked up the stack of printing paper that still smelled of ink.

The first thing that catches the eye is a very eye-catching bold headline: "Among the vast stars, is it possible that there are creatures that can think rationally like us?" "

This is... what kind of question?

The eyes of the tower keeper were instantly attracted by this wonderful title. From being a scribe for the nobles in his youth to becoming a tower keeper at the hub of the magic net in his middle age, the things he has seen and experienced in half his life are not too much. Little, but he'd never heard of such a thing, never heard anyone ask such a question... Among the stars... Why would anyone think so about what happened among the stars? Even discussing this matter seriously?

According to what the priests said... between the stars, shouldn't that be the direction of the kingdom of heaven?

Green frowned subconsciously, looked down again with confusion, and found that the entire page of the newspaper was almost devoted to this issue, and on the subsequent pages, there were even more eye-catching, perplexing and curious Yet another title: "From caves to plains, from feet to distances—Mr. Morgan Hugo, the royal astrologer, takes you to understand the "breadth" of the world"

Ron's voice came from the side: "These are very interesting - although they seem to be dry academic discussion articles, they are surprisingly easy to understand. I have never seen them in any newspaper or magazine. A similar theory about the starry sky above my head, but I heard it from my teacher, the land under our feet is actually a planet, we revolve around the sun, the sun revolves around 'Ao', and Every flickering point of light in the universe may be a similar celestial system..."

Hearing Ron's exuberant narration, Greene could only simply say a few perfunctory words—what young people pay attention to and accept seems to be somewhat different from that of a middle-aged man. Although he himself has received a complete general education and literacy courses, but for these knowledge that sounded "far away from life", his attention was obviously not as high as that of Ron, who was just in his early twenties, and it was naturally extremely difficult to keep up with the topic at this time.

At the same time, his eyes quickly scanned some irrelevant reports, advertisements, and trivial matters in the newspaper, and a "Cecile Weekly" that was pressed below entered his sight. As expected, He also saw a title similar to the previous two articles: "The Celestial Scale in the Eyes of Master Kamel-Knowledge and Wisdom from the Age of Gondor". And in the follow-up part of this article, he also saw a propaganda, which mentioned that in order to further improve the knowledge literacy of the whole people and enrich the reading enjoyment of citizens, the Supreme Government Office of the Empire has issued a new periodical, the main content of which is Popularization of knowledge in the field of astrology...

Looking at those clear and sharp letters, Ge Lin's heart suddenly moved, and immediately spread out several newspapers on the table, and quickly flipped through their main pages and bold and emphasized headlines, so a lot of newspapers looked different. However, academic, interesting and popular or discussion articles with high consistency in substantive content came into his eyes.

The tower keeper looked at these newspapers and smiled. Experience has already made a judgment-it seems that the Supreme Government Office has some "big plan". These newspapers should only be the first step. There will probably be new programs related to it, right?

It may be difficult for ordinary people to feel the emergence of this "wind direction" from the limited media they are in daily contact with, but a tower guard who sits at an information hub in an area can keenly sense the release of certain signals in advance. Of course, such The premise is that there must be enough work experience. Green himself is a very experienced tower keeper, and the young Ron... obviously didn't think so much.

"Mr. Green," Ron also noticed the senior's sudden action, he was a little startled, and couldn't help asking, "Did something happen?"

"It's nothing, it's not a bad thing anyway, you'll understand if you stay here for two more years," Green said with a smile, and while talking casually, he turned his attention to the marked page of the newspaper again. Only then did I notice that the content of this edition is not academic or knowledge popularization articles, but a special piece of news and a publicity draft with the nature of "private recruitment".

"Solin Listening Station Receives a Mysterious Signal from Unknown Sources", "Nationwide Call for Solutions to the Following Symbols".

He saw the patterns attached to the article, the symbols that didn't look like universal letters or southern pictographs at all, the continuous arcs and the short line segments connected to the arcs looked mysterious and difficult. I understand, and beside the symbols, Ron has already drawn many strings of letters that seem to have no idea.

"Don't tell me you're planning to decipher these symbols—these symbols that even experts and scholars can't do anything about." Green couldn't help but looked up at the young Ron.

"Why not?" The blond young man said immediately, "Don't you think this is a very challenging and proud thing, as if you are participating in history? And there is a high reward - as long as you can get them If the meaning of the meaning is deciphered, the bounty is even enough for us to buy an entire manor in Luan City!"

Green was not infected by the immature joy and enthusiasm of the young people. He just looked at those reports and symbols that didn't look like any known words in this world with a little worry. Uneasiness arose in his heart, but he was very nervous. Almost being suppressed, it turned into a question: "Then you have studied so much, have you seen any rules?"

"I didn't see it at all—these symbols are like some kind of encrypted graffiti, which can't be deciphered by simple letter substitution or structural reorganization." Ron shook his head regretfully, "In fact, I've already prepared Think of it as some kind of pastime after work... getting rich may not be so easy to achieve, but the process of deciphering these symbols is still a bit of fun. And I believe that most people who are interested in these symbols will eventually I have a mentality similar to mine, after all, as you said, these things make the experts and scholars in the imperial capital helpless..."

Green shrugged, but did not continue the topic. He glanced at the mechanical clock hanging on the nearby wall, and casually said to Ron, "It's time for shift change."

...

A rare clear sky descended on Aldernan, and the sun near noon dispelled the haze that often lingered over this "capital of rain and fog". The moldy slabs and walls in the gutters and back alleys seem to be getting rid of the staleness little by little, and become more vibrant.

However, compared with last year, the streets and alleys in the noble district of Aldernan are significantly deserted at this moment.

In the past, the doors and windows of the hall where feasts and banquets continued day and night were closed, and there were only a few hurried cars driving past the closed doors on the wide road with constant traffic and horses every day. The garden has obviously been neglected for many days, and the weeds that have grown due to the warmer weather are gradually occupying the once well-tended flower beds and nurseries, squeezing the living space of those precious and delicate flowers, and some houses are hung up Thick white and black curtains, drapes, and dead bouquets of chrysanthemums hung under the wrought iron hanging lamp at the door, swaying desolately in the wind.

In fact, most of these mansions are not completely deserted. At this time, there are still sporadic and deep voices coming from inside. Those voices who still live here seem to be deliberately lowering themselves, so as to reduce their burden in this world as much as possible. A sense of presence, curled up in its gorgeous lair like a frightened beast terrified of the world, for fear of attracting some "fatal attention" due to high profile.

And in the few mansions that have completely lost their voices, the formerly glorious families have lost their last effective heirs, the servants have been dismissed, the property has been taken over to the royal family, and the houses have become "assets to be assessed" that cannot be processed temporarily. The owner of the house usually has two completely different fates when he leaves this world: some lose all respect and lose their heads in the liquidation, while others are glorious and peacefully buried in the dust under the royal family's posthumous title.

But whatever their fate, the end result was much the same.

"The age of aristocracy is dead in name only. After so many years of stalemate, it is finally time to withdraw completely... Some titles are still there, but it seems that they will never have a chance to be brilliant again," Viscount Hermiel said from his belly He took a step back from the window, and at the same time withdrew his gaze from the street outside. He returned to his favorite high-back chair, but he didn't sit down for a while, but let out a long sigh with emotion in his eyes, " Sigh... I really never imagined that I would see this day appear in my lifetime, let alone imagine that it would come in this way..."

He raised his head and glanced across the wide, straight avenue again, only to see two servants hurrying along the street like frightened beasts - walking like running.

"Where was there such a deserted scene in the past? Even the day when the new emperor's twenty-two laws were promulgated, or even the day when the fire in the Obsidian Palace mentioned by my father... This street was never so deserted It's been desolate, and there have never been so many death chrysanthemums... Those little white flowers almost draw the breath of the underworld to the sun."

"Think in a good direction, Viscount Hermiel," an old voice came from not far away, and the black-robed old mage sitting on the sofa looked at the young nobleman with a smile on his face and said, "You still don't know what to do now?" Standing here, the title of Viscount is still on you, and your family emblem and private property are intact, each of which is enough to make many people envious—whether they are dead or still alive, they should be envious you.

"You're in a good team, Mr. Viscount."

"Ah, yes, it's exactly as you said, Master Daniel," Viscount Hemir sat on the chair with a wry smile, took the wine glass from the side, and poured the liquid in the glass down his throat in an inelegant manner, and then said , "Unconditionally support the decision of the royal family at any time, immediately cut off contact with all priests when there is a problem in the church, do our best to support the front line of Winterhold, and actively cooperate with all the reviews of His Royal Highness Hadiron... Frankly speaking, this If there is a wrong step in the middle, I may not be able to stand here and talk to you at this moment, and you may only be able to toast me in front of my tombstone."

"But you are on the right track," Daniel smiled, raising his glass to the Viscount in front of him, "I still prefer to toast to living people."