Chapter 1188 Letter From Home

The latest website: Autumn is getting stronger, and the cool breeze in the evening has completely replaced the once dry and hot summer atmosphere. The wind from the northern plains blows through the tops of several trees outside the office, shaking the crumbling leaves in the setting sun There was a rattling sound, and two more flying leaves were blown by the wind, whirled all the way through the open window, and just landed on the desk, next to a pen that was writing rapidly.

Hetty's attention was interrupted by this fallen leaf. She raised her eyes and looked out the window, and her hand that was signing also stopped unconsciously. When she saw a group of migrating birds flying in the clear and high sky, this The Grand Consul of the Empire couldn't help showing a smile on his face, and whispered to himself softly: "It's autumn again... This year has finally passed most of the year without incident."

Then she snapped her fingers lightly, and the window was closed by invisible magic power. Amidst the crisp clicking sound, the autumn wind that seemed too cold due to the approaching evening was blocked out of the window. Hetty lowered her head, and her attention returned to the document that seemed to never be finished. After confirming again, she was ready to sign her name at the end of the document.

But an unexplained chill suddenly hit her, causing her hand, which was about to sign, to tremble suddenly, almost drawing a deep ink mark on the paper.

Hetty was stunned, and the eldest princess of the empire frowned, and muttered dumbfoundedly: "Could it be that Rebecca did something again... No, she must have thought too much, her The side project has been very stable recently, and an additional fund was approved not long ago... probably because I am too tired."

She laughed a little self-deprecatingly, rubbing her forehead lightly, but couldn't help but look at a filing cabinet not far away—the financial summary for the first half of this year and the financial plan for the second half of the year were locked in that cabinet , not all of them, of course, only the part of the documents that must be handled by her personally. She turned her eyes back again, and scanned a document that had just been sorted out on the table. The parchment cover of the document was printed in clear large letters: "New Trade Memo for the Circumcontinental Route (Northern Section)".

In these piled up documents, the economic river of the empire flows, which is an unimaginable amount under the economic system of the old era. It is a huge wealth that the former Ansu land nobles could not touch in their entire lives, just as the ancestors often As he said, money that flows is money, and an economic system that can circulate quickly is like gold that flows. As the Grand Consul who personally manages most of the internal affairs, Hetty has a true understanding of this that is difficult for others to match.

However, this huge wealth always comes and goes in a hurry-the circumcontinental route and the railway trade line have indeed brought amazing income to the empire, but each of the huge projects planned by the empire is also a big money-sucking big spender, regardless of Is it the resettlement project in the Holy Spirit Plain in the next quarter, or the basic road, communication, and energy projects across the country, or the expansion of education in the East Territory next year, or the 115 project that Rebecca is leading... Behind each of these projects is what seems to be forever Countless budget statements, "gold coins like flowing water", seeped into these items and disappeared in the blink of an eye.

This made Heidi sometimes even have some kind of illusion,

It seems that there is not much difference from when the family was down and down. Although the amount of money in circulation is already unimaginable to me back then, it still flows in as much as it goes out every year. In the end, there is still no money...

Some out-of-the-ordinary thoughts seemed to turn in her mind, Hetty laughed, she patted her face lightly, let herself jump out of these weird thoughts, and looked up out of the window—on a sunny day Under the sky, some high-rise buildings in the southern urban area can be directly seen from this office. She saw a clock tower standing near the Imperial College, and the church spire and the energy tower of the Magic Technology Research Institute stood in the background at dusk. , there is a bustling urban area, where tens of thousands of people live and work here, and visitors, scholars, and travelers from all over the world gather in this city...

The "gold coins" that flowed and infiltrated each project did not really disappear. They left the most precious traces on this land: the order that the ancestors worked hard to build, the country that the citizens of the empire built together, these Undeniable traces are far more valuable than coins waiting to rot in a castle.

...But Project 115 is indeed too costly...

Accidentally thinking about the things that gave her a headache recently, Hetty's expression that had just relaxed became a little stiff for a moment, she could only sigh helplessly, and turned her gaze back to the next document waiting to be processed. On the head-up position, a string of bold letters is clearly printed: "Start-up Plan for the "Gate" Project of Contracting Fort".

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When the Holy Spirit Plain is approaching dusk, the giant tree of Sorin, known as the "miracle", will present a more dreamy and wonderful scene than during the day-the last few rays of sunlight from the sky will slant and sprinkle under the crown of the giant tree, in the crown of the tree. A huge arc-shaped "big screen" is intertwined in the long and narrow space between the tree and the earth, and as the giant screen gradually dims, the countless vines hanging from the giant tree will begin to emit soft fluorescence, those connecting The luminous flowers wrapped around the canopy and the supporting pillars of the earth will also bloom one after another—a fairy-tale world will descend on this land in the evening. It is inevitable to want to indulge in "fairy tales".

Bud stood on a suspended platform at the edge of the lower tree canopy, looking at those vines and glowing flowers that were emitting fluorescence, watching them illuminate the "shadow area" that was falling into the night like stars, and suddenly lightened. Sighed lightly.

A chic and clear female voice came from behind him: "Bud, are you thinking about your daughter again?"

Bud was startled by this voice. He turned around and saw General Margarita standing behind him in a chic cavalier uniform. The highest military officer in the Thorin region had a faint smile on his face. , with no entourage around.

"General," Bud immediately stood up straight and saluted with a meticulous attitude, "good afternoon."

"Relax, relax, I'm resting now, and you're not working," Margarita waved her hand, "You haven't answered my question—are you thinking about your daughter?"

"...For the sake of face, I want to cover it up, but since it has been seen, I can only admit it," Bud forced a smile, "I'm a little... not used to it. She liked this platform very much before, Especially in the evening, this is one of the few public areas where she is allowed to move around, where she can see most of Solingborough and the plain scenery outside - she often said that it is very similar to the place her mother gave her when she was a child. Her 'Green Fairy' story about the castle surrounded by giant trees...but I have no idea what stories my own wife told her daughter."

Margarita stood there, looked into Bud's eyes seriously, and shook her head after a long time: "Sometimes a long separation is not terrible, what is really difficult is that after a long separation, we can finally get together, but after a short reunion After that, I faced another farewell—although I often feel that the stories told by bards are too hypocritical, but this is the only sentence I always agree with.”

Bud opened his mouth, and finally he could only smile helplessly and nodded: "Who says it's not..."

Margarita looked at him, and after a moment's pause, she suddenly showed a serious look, and raised her voice: "Researcher Bud Wendell!"

Bud was taken aback, although he didn't know what happened, but he instinctively straightened his body instantly, and responded loudly: "Yes, General!"

At some point, Margarita took out a thick envelope from behind her, raised her hand and handed it to Bud: "Stretch out your hand and take your letter from home!"

"A letter from home?" Bud was a little dazed. He subconsciously took what Margarita handed to him, but he didn't realize it was a letter until two seconds later. He blinked and stared at the envelope. Those cross-border stamps and inspection marks one after another, his eyes finally fell on the familiar emblem of sword blade and wolf head, which finally changed his eyes, and his voice was full of astonishment, "This... ...Is this..."

"It's okay to go back and read it, and it's okay to open it now—anyway, you should be able to imagine that this letter has been opened and checked by more than one inspector before it was delivered to you," Margarita nodded, " From your daughter."

Bud finally confirmed that what he saw in front of him was not a hallucination, and what he held in his hand was not a fake, but he still couldn't believe it—he was not an ignorant country man, he was very aware of his special past and sensitive identity, and he knew better about his own How special is the family status in Typhon? On one side are the former wolf generals and dark believers, now technical experts and secret personnel, and on the other side are current senior military officers and top nobles from other countries. Such a special situation can be placed in any era. It made the officials in charge of related affairs sleepless at night, but now... he actually received a "letter from home" from Typhon?

"I know what you're thinking, Mr. Bud Wendell," Margarita had been paying attention to Bud's expression, and she laughed at this moment, "It's not easy, there are too many sensitive links involved, you There are still many issues left over from history, whether it is Cecil or Typhon, there are people who are nervous and worried about this, but you should feel lucky that there are still people willing to help you, and...we have a tolerant monarch.”

Speaking of this, the female general paused for a while, and then added casually: "Well, since the letter can be delivered, it means that Rosetta Augustus is also okay..."

"...I should thank everyone who provided help, our Majesty, and you," Bud excitedly grasped the letter in his hand, and controlled the urge to open it now, "I didn't expect at all... ..."

"Let's talk about this later, you can find time to buy me a drink," Margarita waved her hand, "You should be more grateful for the peace between us and Typhon now, and hope that this peace can last longer A little longer. As for now...do you want to take it apart and have a look?"

Bud hesitated for a while, but finally couldn't hold back. He carefully opened the seal of the letter, and while pulling out the letter paper, some lightweight objects sealed with transparent wax fell into his hands.

It was a small golden flower sealed in wax. It was not a rare species, and it could be seen everywhere in the central and western regions of Typhon. However, for the Wendell family, such a small golden flower had a different meaning.

His eyes fell on those flowers that had been made into specimens for a long time. It can be seen that the craftsmanship of these wax-sealed specimens is definitely not good. Those beautiful petals were wasted, but Bard knew...the people who made these small specimens were not some "handy" noble girls themselves.

He unfolded the folded letter paper, and his eyes fell on the beginning——

"Father, the golden daisy flowers in Changzhi Manor are in full bloom in summer. I picked the most beautiful ones and made them into specimens..."

The letter is very long, and I don't know how long Andersa has had a headache for these words... I'm afraid the pen holder has been bitten to pieces, right?

There was a smile on Bud's face, and his eyes moved word by word on the letter paper. Those dry words and sentences, the ink stains that were accidentally rubbed on, and the paper that was scratched because of writing too hard... all seemed to be blurred in his eyes. with brilliance.

Margarita just waited patiently at the side with a smile on her face. She was very familiar with the expression on Bud's face at the moment. She had seen it many times - those who bid farewell to their hometown and followed the Construction Corps to a land after land. The soldiers in the barren land also looked like this when they received the letter from home.

"There's another one in there—from your father."

After reminding her, she became quiet again, and only the sound of flipping letter paper and breathing remained on the edge of the platform.

Perhaps considering the passage of time, Bud finally increased the speed of reading the letter. Finally, after reading the last line of the letter, he carefully folded the paper, put it back in the envelope, and put the rough specimen He held them in his hand and looked at them several times before putting them and the envelope next to each other. After doing this, he raised his head and looked at Margarita: "Sorry, I've been looking at it for too long."

"Compared to the gap of more than ten years, it's not too long." Margarita shook her head slightly, and at the same time she was a little curious. "Are those golden flowers sealed in wax just now sent by your daughter?"

"Ah... yes, that is a unique handicraft of Typhon, which requires a very special transparent wax. In our side, girls from wealthy families will make this kind of thing to show their dexterity. According to the flowers inside It can be given to elders to express blessings, to friends to express friendship, and even to sweethearts to express admiration... But Andersa didn't like this kind of things since she was a child. I don't know what the meanings of those flowers are," Bud laughed, but he was still muttering, "Alas... It seems that her craftsmanship has not improved at all, and I'm afraid she can't find a sweetheart..."

Margarita coughed twice immediately, and then deliberately asked: "Since you think it's not good, why don't you give it to me?"

"That won't do—Andersa gave it to me!"

Margarita looked at the former wolf general who had already become blessed, and after a few seconds, the two laughed at the same time.

"Okay, we've been delayed for a long time," Margarita exhaled lightly, looked up at the sky in the distance, and then nodded to Bud, "I still have something to do—I happened to meet you just now. To an incarnation of Ms. Bertila, she told me to send a message when I see you, asking you to come to her laboratory after dinner."

"Beltera? Okay," Bud nodded, and then he was a little confused, "but why didn't she tell me directly... This is within the range of the giant tree of Thorin, whoever she wants to talk to, just hang down a tree Vines will do."

Margarita shrugged: "I asked her—she said that life needs a sense of ritual."

Bud: "..."