Chapter 553 Special Envoy

The long and cold winter is finally over.

The fog that had lasted all winter finally began to recede from all over the Aldernan Great Plains, and the whole world seemed to become clear with the arrival of spring, and the daily winds were still cold, but not as they had been in previous days. Bitterly cold, the snow began to melt, the ice turned into flowing water, and the trickle of melting snow and ice flowed down from the black roofs and spires of Aldernan, soaking the entire city in a piece of water vapor— - Thanks to the new drainage system built more than ten years ago, these melted snow water can smoothly enter the underground waterway, and people do not have to worry that these extra "streams" will damage the foundation of the building, so the snow in the city melts It is no longer an annoying thing, but has become an alternative landscape.

The black carriage with the Wendell family insignia drove down Imperial Avenue, the wheels creaked on the wet stone pavement, and Archduke Ferdinand Wendell sat in the carriage, looking at the road through the opening in the window cover scene above.

It was early in the morning, and the sun had just lit up the street. In the past, it was almost impossible to see pedestrians moving on the street at this o'clock, but Duke Ferdinand's sight saw many groups of civilians - they were dressed in gray Fluttering in thick clothes and wearing felt or woolen hats, they walked forward in one direction. In the cold wind of early spring, these people shivered slightly, but they still hurried without stopping.

"A worker in a textile factory..." Duke Ferdinand muttered in a low voice, "Going out so early."

Sitting on the seat opposite the carriage, the butler who had followed him for many years, the loyal old friend explained: "In order to encourage new-style factories, His Majesty issued a favourable decree, vehicles transporting cotton can enter the city in the early hours of the morning and no tax is charged, so Textile mills start working very early."

"Just to start work an hour earlier..."

The old duke muttered and couldn't help but glanced out the window again.

He saw more textile factory workers walk out of their homes and walked towards the factory, and saw vehicles with the emblems of the Empire and the Workers' Association rushing past. It was a cart that transported parts of the magic net... …

On Platinum Avenue, he saw that an old warehouse had been razed to the ground. The building belonged to Viscount Morrie, who had decided to build a spinning factory on the land originally occupied by the warehouse; on Iron Lily Avenue , he saw thick smoke billowing from a tall chimney, the newly built petrochemical acid chemical plant was processing rich dust that could be used as fertilizer...

The scorched smoke and dust wafting from the chimneys of the burning stone acid chemical plant can almost be smelled here - of course, Duke Ferdinand knew that this was just his own delusion.

The chimney was a hundred meters high, and the smoke emitted would only dissipate in the sky, but would not affect the ground.

But the old duke couldn't help frowning.

Factories, magic nets, boilers, tall chimneys, the hustle and bustle of the "investment era"... It seems like they popped up overnight, and suddenly they're everywhere, everyone seems to be involved, everyone seems to be All elated.

The old duke, who has been in the inner circle of the empire for most of his life, has never seen anything develop so quickly and suddenly. He doesn't think he is a conservative, but these new things that are popping up... always give him a chance A very uncomfortable feeling.

"Recently, what has been discussed all day in the noble council has turned into the construction of factories and cotton bills," Archduke Ferdinand said, shaking his head, "The textile mill run by Viscount Hermel has attracted a lot of people to invest. "

"After all, the new mills produce more and better fabrics," said the butler. "I heard that Mrs. Mira wanted to start a mill, too, but couldn't buy machines—there weren't enough machines."

"I've seen the fabrics they weave," said Duke Ferdinand with some disdain. "It's still strong, but unfortunately it's rough and doesn't have any taste at all."

The butler spread his hands: "...but for ordinary people, that's a good cloth, sir."

Duke Ferdinand frowned, and after a brief silence, he could only sigh slightly: "Probably I'm old."

"You are still an important pillar of this country," said the steward. "His Majesty the Emperor needs you."

Pei Dinan didn't respond to the housekeeper's words, he just looked forward, the towering palace wall of Obsidian Palace was already in sight.

It is said that several special messengers came to the imperial capital. These messengers brought news from the southern part of the mainland, and their status was honorable. His Majesty the emperor suddenly summoned himself to the palace, which should also be for this matter.

The empire is prospering day by day, and everything seems to be moving fast.

However, for some reason, Ferdinand Wendell always had a vague sense of unease.

Obsidian Palace.

This majestic palace stands there as always, standing at the center of the empire, although it is only a "new palace" built two hundred years ago, but the deep tones and solemn style of this palace still carry a kind of As if he could stand for a thousand years, after entering this palace, Pedinan's originally gloomy and restless mood gradually calmed down.

He walked towards the living room where the emperor was, there was a crisp knock between his boots and the marble slab, and when he passed the "Nightingale Hall", his footsteps stopped.

An old magician wearing a black robe with a gloomy expression and a gloomy temperament walked over from the opposite side. An unpleasant rustling or squirming sound accompanies the old magician's footsteps, while a young man who looks only in his early twenties. The female mage followed behind the old mage.

"Good morning, Your Excellency."

The old mage stopped not far away, bowed his head slightly, his voice was hoarse, as if even his vocal cords had begun to corrode.

Duke Ferdinand nodded slightly with the restraint and pride that the top nobles should have, and politely said: "Master Daniel, good morning."

The two were about to pass by, but Ferdinand suddenly spoke again: "Master Daniel, I am glad to see that you are willing to return to this place--Ms. Windsor Maple must be the same."

"I'm glad too."

The old magician and his students walked away, Duke Ferdinand looked at their backs disappearing deep into the corridor and couldn't help shaking his head slightly.

The mentor of Ms. Windsor Maple, a former member of the Royal Society of Mages, the great magician Daniel Fred, who was a brilliant high-level mage, but his temperament changed greatly due to the frustration of research and the failure of promotion, and he exiled himself. , No one could have imagined that such a person who left the highest magic institution of the empire would come back one day. In recent times, this great magician has become a man of influence in the imperial capital. He not only shines in the Imperial Workers Association, He became the guests of many nobles - those people seemed to have forgotten the desolate appearance of Daniel Fred when he left the imperial capital many years ago, just because they saw the amazing profits of the textile factory, they all swarmed around them. .

Duke Ferdinand lamented the ugliness of the little nobles when they faced their interests, then walked through the corridor and came to the emperor's reception room.

After the announcement, the door of the reception room opened, and Ferdinand Wendell walked into the room. He first saw Emperor Rosetta Augustus sitting in the main seat, and then his eyes fell on the slender and tall men. on aliens.

Blonde hair, pointy ears, and more slender, softer features than humans.

It's an elves, elves from the southern silver empire.

Sure enough, just like the rumors I heard before, the empire has ushered in a group of special "messengers", but why did these elves come?

It's not easy for them to come to Typhon - it's half a continent away!

Although there were some doubts in his heart, Duke Ferdinand did not show the slightest expression of surprise - he kept all his thoughts in his heart, nodded politely to the elves, and then came to Emperor Rosetta: " Your Majesty, I am here in response to your summons."

"Sit down, Sir Ferdinand," Rosetta Augustus nodded slightly. "As you can see, we have some guests -- these elves have brought very important news."

Pei Dinan looked at the elves - each of them was very beautiful. To be honest, when face-blind humans saw elves, they couldn't even tell the difference between men and women. Pei Dinan could only judge by the other's clothes. The elf on the opposite side was a lady: "Ma'am, it's a pleasure to meet you—I'm Ferdinand Wendell, advisor to the emperor."

"Shiva? Farstrider, messenger of Belsetia, Queen of Silver," said the beautiful elf - thank goodness, indeed a lady, "We have an important mission: the Silver Empire to convey the most urgent message to the nations of mankind. A warning that the Great Wall is in bad shape."

Ferdinand Wendell's eyes froze for a moment.

After a brief conversation, Ferdinand knew the purpose of these elves and the current situation.

These elves have come to warn the nations of men that they have kept a covenant seven hundred years ago--though that is ancient for men--with the latest news about the Great Wall, according to them According to the statement, the deterioration of the magnificent wall has reached an extremely serious level, even more than the Silver Empire can handle, and that disturbing change in winter... is only the beginning of a series of catastrophic events to come.

As the top noble of Typhon, Ferdinand of course knew about the change in the barrier in winter-any country whose border was connected to the magnificent wall could observe that change. The flashes and sounds that lasted for three days made the border line The people on the board were very nervous, and the western region of the empire even entered a state of martial law for a time. The Winter Wolf Corps also sent a force to the western border to monitor the movement on the wasteland, but fortunately, all of this was a false alarm, the worst. things did not happen.

Now the elven messenger is here and brings the most disturbing truth: it was not a false alarm.

"We paid a huge price - the elves sacrificed twelve magisters and nearly a hundred ranger warriors, and the High Mountain Kingdom sacrificed one-third of the full mountain corps to successfully restart the Sentinel Tower," Elf Xi said. Watt said in a calm tone, "But if it is damaged again, I am afraid that the number of lives filled in will not be enough."

It wasn't a false alarm, it was a real disaster.

Bad things have happened - it just didn't happen to the Typhons.

Ferdinand Wendell suddenly felt a huge pressure, but he knew that the elf lady in front of him had no intention of alarming or exerting pressure. According to his knowledge of the elf, the other party should only be stating the facts: this fact does not require any Exaggeration is enough to be disturbing.

He thought for a moment, then glanced at Emperor Rosetta again, and then looked at the elf: "Then what can we... do?"

"We don't have the ability to rebuild the Great Wall, so the best thing to do is to strengthen the barrier before it's completely extinguished, put in additional protection, and relieve the pressure on the Sentinel Tower's core systems to prevent them from completely breaking down," Shiva said. "And that requires the cooperation and help of every country around the barrier."