Chapter 339 The History of Quietly Advancing

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The life of the nobility is always accompanied by feasting and socializing all night, and carnival is their greatest virtue. The ball in the Gramburgh continued until dawn, and the guests in the castle gradually dispersed - some people stayed in the castle. Overnight, the other part of the people left the castle at sunrise in carriages wrapped in fur and with thermostatic magic, and this place that was noisy all night finally gradually quieted down.

The hostess of the castle and the highest-ranking guest in the castle disappeared for a long time in the middle of the ball. This incident gave the nobles who attended the party endless room for reverie, but only the most shallow people would speculate about a widow's affair , For those southern nobles who have a keen sense of smell and always view Cecil Land with a conspiracy eye, they are more willing to guess what secret deal the Southern Grand Duke has made with the female lord of Glen Land.

There must be a secret transaction, there is no doubt about it - there is no pure friendship in the gathering of nobles, especially when a duke goes to meet a viscount. .

However, the guests who attended the banquet probably also guessed a bit. They knew that Ge Lan Ling did not have very rich mine resources, but the farmland was still rich, and there was a lot of fur and wood output, so they felt that Lady Ge Lan and the At most, Duke Cecil's trade revolves around these outputs - considering the cheap alchemy potions in Cecil's territory, perhaps Glenn will exchange his fur and wood for Druid potions that improve the land...

This is the result of most of the guests after reasoning.

In any case, no matter what the deal between Dame Granny and Duke Cecil made, it would not affect the layout of the southern border. The relationship between nobles has always been like this - the entanglement of interests is intricate, and they peep at each other but depend on each other. How much is there in the Black Forest? The roots of the trees are tangled together. There are many landed nobles in the civilized society who are engaged in private trade and marriages while fighting wars. It is nothing to do with Dame Granny and Duke Cecil signing a trade agreement - who doesn't buy a plug in the south? What about Searle's potion? This doesn't affect them buying the magic net technology that Earl Hossman stole at the same time...

Gawain was standing on an open terrace outside the side door of the banquet hall. The cold night wind blew from the north and blew backwards on both sides a few centimeters in front of him. He looked down at the mountain road below the castle, watching. The carriages that hang the magic spar are leaving one after another in the rising sun-in this cold winter, the nobles can still travel between the various territories regardless of the cost, and go to one banquet after another, but Those poor people may freeze to death on the mountain road even if they leave their houses and go to the mountains to collect some firewood.

After a while, he turned his head slightly: "Amber."

Amber's voice came from behind him: "Here."

"You... um, when did you get behind me?" Gao Wen was about to order things,

Suddenly stunned for a moment, he turned his head and found that Amber, who was standing behind him, was standing directly behind him at some point.

"I'll keep the wind behind you," Miss Half-elf said confidently. "You can block the cold wind with your protective aura. I'll stand beside you and let the wind blow!"

Gawain: "...cough. You go back and bring Carmel and Pittman as quickly as possible."

Amber was stunned for a moment: "I asked Carmel to check Patty's magic device, right? What is Pittman doing? Are you going to let him treat Patty?"

"That's right," Gawain nodded, "Druid is better at restoring damaged flesh and replenishing vitality than the holy light that simply stimulates vitality. His treatment should be effective for Patty."

"How about the old man?" Amber's voice sounded uneasy at all, "Lady Grant has already found all kinds of extraordinary healers, and she must have also found people like Druids, maybe middle-level and high-level ones. Everyone has been invited - the old man is just a low-level druid, and the wounds that even masters can't cure, can he work?"

"Just call," Gao Wen smiled, "Maybe it will work?"

Amber scratched his hair, the figure gradually disappeared in the air, only the voice came: "Okay, you are the boss anyway..."

Gawain turned around, looked at the empty terrace, and waited there without saying a word. Sure enough, after a while, he saw Amber's figure jumping out from the side again, and the half-elf stood in front of him. , stretched out his hand high: "Give me money, travel expenses!"

Gao Wen smiled as he had expected, stretched out his hand and slowly touched the money from his arms, and when Amber relaxed his vigilance, he immediately took out his hand and tapped on the other person's head: "How dare you ask for money? I saw that the canonical document I just received a few days ago is still gold in the morning, but it is gilded in the afternoon! How dare you ask for money!"

Then the amber turned into a black light and went straight to the southwest...

After Amber really left, Gawain took a last look at the giant sun that was gradually rising. He took a deep breath of the fresh air from the north to refresh his mind, then turned around and walked into the castle.

Although he didn't rest much last night, as an extraordinary professional, he is still full of energy.

He decided to go see Patty, say good morning to the little girl, and tell her the story of Charlie and the three golden crowns that he had not finished yesterday.

At the same time, in a secret underground palace located in the Typhon Empire, a magic spar lamp suddenly lit up in a stone hall.

A bright radiance driven by magical power illuminates this dark place, making the circular platform in the hall, the neat seats around the platform, the artificial neural network behind the seats, and each one dressed in black or white. The figure in the robe stood quietly in front of the seats, like a nightmare emerging from the darkness.

They are the High Nightmare Bishops of the Cult of the Eternal Sleeper.

A group of starlight, purple-black shadows appeared above the round platform in the center of the hall, and the voice of the shadow sounded in every bishop's mind: "Everyone has arrived, let's start."

The bishops took their seats one after another. One of the bishops looked around, then looked at the platform in front of him, and broke the silence with a chuckle: "After getting used to the gorgeous hall in the city of dreams, I feel more and more shabby in the meeting place in the real world. ."

The shadows floating above the platform made a voice in the minds of the bishops: "There is always something that can't be done in a dream, so it is necessary to keep the meeting place in the real world."

"Your Majesty, we have made a key progress on 'Project Zero'," said a white-robed bishop with a female voice. "In Sandbox 166, 'Refuge' achieved a longer The stability of time, successfully running into the first millennium."

"This is the longest-running sandbox in the interior," said a black-robed bishop across from the round table, "and we have achieved spiritual maintenance for the residents of the refuge, with a hundred testers in Sandbox 166. There was no mental breakdown in a thousand years, and until the sandbox collapsed, they still answered our questions clearly - of course, to prevent contamination, after the disintegration of sandbox 166, we still Subjects were amnesticized."

"Very good," the shadow above the platform made a sound of approval, and the starlight on its surface seemed to surge, "What is the current time iteration progression?"

"The '1000 years' of Sandbox 166 took 26 days in the real world," a black-robed bishop bowed and responded, "Currently, there is a bottleneck in time iteration, and the iteration level is too high. The number needs to consume a huge amount of computing power, and the deeper the acceleration is, the more difficult it is to guarantee the stability of the sandbox. Before, the sandbox No. 132 successfully entered the highest-level iteration state and ran to 378 years in one day. But the information coming out of the sandbox is only chaos and madness, and all testers have become nightmare derivatives after disconnecting from the network..."

"We need to strike a balance between time iteration progression and stability," the shadow above the platform, the Pope of the Eternal Sleeper said quietly, "Don't be impatient, before this world is swallowed up, there is still hope for mankind - we There are still many talented people waiting to be discovered among our compatriots, and we are not alone."

Talented people - the first thing the bishops at the scene thought of was the "Nightmare Tutor"-level Eternal Sleeper cultist who suddenly appeared and showed extraordinary talent in the brand new thing of the mind network.

"The emergence of the mind network is greatly advancing our plan, and some people who were previously unknown may show their unique talents in front of this new thing," the Pope's wise voice echoed in the minds of the bishops, "the database concept has been It has been proven to have an extraordinary role in managing the sandbox system, and according to my rehearsal, network architecture optimization will further improve the efficiency of the mind network - you should pay more attention to such talents, and do not let them be buried in vain."

The bishops all stood up and saluted respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will follow your will."

...

In the northern border of Ansu, among the snow-covered mountains, the Grand Duke of the North, Victoria Wilder, stood in the study with a huge map of the north, quietly watching the entire territory of Ansu depicted on the map.

The window of the study was locked, and the whistling north wind and snow was blocked from the window, but beside the Duchess, looming snowflakes still appeared from time to time, as if she herself was the embodiment of cold winter.

The door of the study was pushed open at this moment, and Maggie, a maid with black hair and black eyes, walked into the study, holding a wax-sealed sleeve in her hand, with the pale gold emblem of the Moen royal family printed on the tube.

"Vicky, a secret letter from San Sunil."

The Duchess turned around and glanced at the black-haired woman who appeared to be a maid, but was actually a friend and advisor: "A white ribbon or a golden one on the griffin's neck?"

"gold."

"Then it seems that this is the will of 'His Majesty'." The Duchess said lightly, she waved her hand lightly, and the wax-sealed sleeve opened automatically, and the secret letter inside flew out and landed in her hand. superior.

Victoria opened the secret letter, read every word on it carefully, and then showed a faint smile.

"The magic communication tower on the border of Anzu and Typhon has been restarted."

(Everyone, tell me something, I will be going to Shenzhen to attend the Science Fiction Convention in two days. I will go out for a few days, and the updates during this period will be affected... But an update every morning should still be able to be maintained.)