Chapter 683 What's Happening

In all fairness, at this moment, Gawain really felt that he couldn't keep up with Amber's thoughts - as a transmigrator who can always occupy the commanding heights in thinking, there are not many such cases.

But after a period of astonishment, he realized that Amber was really tangled now - the behavior of running the train with his mouth full of A person whose nerves are so thick that they are close to peripheral necrosis should also have some concerns.

"Actually...I don't really care about the identity of the so-called android..." After a few seconds of silence, Amber finally couldn't help but say, "From childhood to adulthood, I have been a 'mixed-blood' with a mysterious bloodline. I've lived in slums, fought people in dark alleys, slept in stables, and slept in cemeteries. In fact, I always knew that Pittman was probably being hunted by those cultists. He was probably a defector like my adoptive father. Well... with them, there is no safe life.

"People who grab a bite of food in the gutter and dark alley have no extra thought to consider the so-called bloodline and origin, you know? Those who are the most difficult don't even think about whether they are human, because they only think about tomorrow's food. It is no exaggeration to say that some people even envy the dog raised by the knight from the bottom of their hearts.

"I'm of course better off than the toughest guys, but I know that state of being and it's affected a lot.

"I don't care if I'm a cyborg—it does frighten me a bit, but I really don't care. I'm a man of blank origins, and 'cyborg' is better than blank... ... Like you said, it doesn't affect me living like a normal person."

Gao Wen lowered his head and glanced at Amber: "What do you care about, how should you face Veronica?"

"She ordered me to be destroyed—but it didn't work," Amber responded to Gawain's question, "and when she was talking about the Shadow Project and the artificial human embryo, she calmly seemed to be talking about stones. Although I also You know, she didn't do it with any malice..."

"This attitude makes you uncomfortable?"

"Slightly, but more of a concern - a lot of the rebels' plans seem too paranoid and dangerous to me, especially since I've become part of their plans myself. In order to continue Humans, they don't mind putting some people on the scale as a weight in exchange for results. Although they seem to have their own bottom line, the biggest problem is that you can't be sure that you are also on the scale when you are working with them. above……"

Gawain glanced at Amber with some surprise. He didn't expect that this guy was really struggling with such a serious matter.

After thinking about it for about half a minute, he said: "The believers of the God of Commerce often say that everything in the world is on the scales of the gods.

"I don't believe in the god of business, but this sentence seems to me to be half-truth - all of us, from birth, inevitably stand on a scale, but the one holding the scale is not necessarily God, it is It may be an ordinary person stronger than you, it may be the law of the country, it may be the law of nature, it may even be the so-called illusory destiny, only one thing is certain: as a member of all living beings, as long as you are born in this world , your value must be measured by something.

"As weights, we cannot expect the benevolence of a scale, so you either have the ability to build a new scale yourself, or keep yourself worth enough to avoid falling off the scale's tray.

"Your doubts about disobedients are normal, and I have doubts, but in certain stages and conditions, disobedients are worth enough to take a certain risk. Remember what I told you about the classification of friends and foes What? A disobedient like Veronica is a friend we can win at a certain stage and under certain conditions - if there is any balance, it is also the result of the balance of the sky."

Having said this, Gawain gave Amber a deep look: "Of course, there is another premise for Veronica, that is, the 'Shadow Project' of the year has become a thing of the past, she will not pester you on this issue, we and her cooperation can continue.”

It was quiet on the terrace for a while, and it wasn't until a minute later that Gao Wen heard Amber suddenly let out a long sigh: "Old Zongzi, what you said is..."

Then she raised her head and handed Gawain the greasy chicken drumstick she was holding in her hand: "Here is the drumstick for you."

Gao Wen didn't follow Amber's thoughts for a while, and after he reacted, he gave the guy a hard look: "How dare you say this word - laughing, why are you laughing, now you are also an old zongzi!"

"...Mom, it seems to be true by definition," Amber thought for a while, then suddenly widened his eyes to react, and then he began to think boundlessly, "Wait, if you want to say that, my adoptive father dug me out back then. It came out, and then I dug you out, and you dug out the eggs of Carmel and Nicholas... Is this some kind of ancestral craftsmanship?"

God TM ancestral craftsmanship... is the word ancestral craftsmanship used here?

But the association of Amber really surprised Gawain, and he realized that this "chain of destiny" was actually connected by digging graves, and the so-called shovels that dig the ancestors' graves connected me and you—— Where did the devil's inheritance come from!

He shook his head vigorously to get the shocking chain out of his mind, and then noticed that Amber was still holding a chicken drumstick in his hand--who could have an appetite when the drumstick was half eaten?

"Keep it for yourself." He rejected Amber's kindness with a little embarrassment, and then glanced at the direction of the lights in the castle.

"That's right, it's almost time," Amber took the chicken leg back, wiped his mouth, stood up, and followed Gawain's line of sight, "...This boring and long banquet should be over."

"The pen and paper for the signature are ready," Gawain nodded. "After tonight, the land and lord order will be completely over."

...

This long banquet was finally over. For most of the nobles who attended the banquet, it was a party that was neither relaxed nor pleasant at all, nor had any sense of extravagant enjoyment. In the ceremonial process, it was difficult to adapt to the atmosphere. , After the anxiety of various factors, they finally ushered in the final goal of today.

Signed on the "Declaration of Imperial Reform" that fully accepted the restructuring, surrendered the privileges, and surrendered the land.

Gawain returned to the castle, and in the Golden Oak Hall, the nobles who moved here will complete the signing ceremony in the presence of him and the three Grand Consuls.

Earl Baling held a light dip pen, but the light barrel seemed to weigh thousands of pounds. He glanced at the steel-like words on the declaration document, and let out a sigh in his heart.

Beside him, the Count of Cromwell White Mountain had already picked up the pen, and while the pen tip was moving, the knight lord with dwarf blood solemnly wrote his name.

"Sign it, this is the fate of the nobles," Cromwell turned his head and whispered to the Earl of Baling. "The nobles in the south have signed, and they have not ushered in any doomsday."

The Earl of Baling raised his head and saw familiar faces. Some people had bowed their heads to sign, some were still frowning and contemplating, and some of these people exuded a strong smell of alcohol.

The drowsiness of alcohol was an effective boost to their resolve—beside them stood court acolytes in red coats to make sure their signed names were legible.

The Earl of Barings has always been fond of banquets and fine wines, but this evening, he has not drank a drop.

Those glorious and rotten times are over.

He lifted the pen, the tip of the pen landed on the paper, and wrote a neat, sharp line of words.

...

The Typhon Empire, the Obsidian Palace, and Rosetta Augustus were sitting behind a large desk, concentratingly reading the documents in their hands.

The magic net unit operates silently in the mezzanine concealment of the roof and walls, and the constant magic power lights up the magic spar lamps all over the study, making the room brightly lit, and the melodious music comes from the nearby magic device, with A refreshing melody, Emperor Rosetta put down the document in his hand and whispered to himself: "...Cecil Empire..."

The document in his hand is urgent news from the intelligence department-although there are almost no cost Gryphon Knight relays and communication tower transmissions in the Empire, but due to the border isolation and the chaotic situation in the eastern border of Ansu, these information are being transmitted. Before entering the Typhon Empire, it had been delayed for half a month, and the timeliness had been greatly reduced. The intelligence mentioned that the news of the establishment of the empire had just spread in Ansu, but according to Rosetta's calculations, by this time today, " "Ansu" is probably completely past tense.

Even if that Gawain Cecil has not been officially crowned, he should have completed the control of Saint Sunil at this time, and completed the integration and suppression of the nobles of the Old Kingdom.

The violent turmoil that took place in that ancient land exceeded the Typhon ruler's estimates and made his judgment of the situation a little hesitant.

The end of the Ansu kingship seems to be good news in itself. The most chaotic and weak state of a country is the fall of the ruler. If there are no other variables, the civil war and the impact of the disaster of the crystal cluster will destroy the ruling group of Ansu at one time. Typhon is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, but the problem lies in this "variable" - the Ansu kingship did not collapse and disintegrate, but ended smoothly after the relief of Saint Sunil, and under the leadership of Gawain Cecil Smooth transition.

This means that the chaos that the country will face has been reduced to a minimum, and that both the hand and the receiver are ready for everything - Gawain?? Cecil is not stupid, he will never To do such a big thing without preparation.

As the ruler of the Typhon Empire and the implementer of the New Deal for nearly two decades, Rosetta Augustus certainly knew what the word "empire" meant. Regardless of the conditions required to claim an empire, the biggest difference between an empire and a kingdom is a higher concentration of power, a higher efficiency of operation and execution, a more stable order, and greater awareness of emerging things. A higher ability to receive and apply - and all this means one thing, that ancient and decaying country, is about to break free.

So far, all the information from Ansu has revealed something that makes Rosetta Augustus very uneasy: that country has not suffered enough damage from the previous civil war and cluster war, Even on the contrary, the power of the rise of the southern border greatly exceeded Typhon's estimates. This power controlled the situation before the disaster on the Holy Spirit Plain expanded and preserved Ansu's vitality.

Perhaps it is for this reason that Gawain?? Cecil dares to reorganize the country after a war... But it may also be a bluff...

Rosetta?? Augustus leaned back in the wide seat, quickly integrating all the news that had come in the recent period in his mind, but suddenly, he frowned slightly, and his eyes turned away. Window in the distance.

Two identical nightingales were standing outside the window, tapping their beaks against the crystal glass on the window.

Noticing Rosetta's gaze, the two nightingales raised their heads and looked at the Typhon ruler silently.

After a long time, Rosetta showed a smile that lacked warmth, and said casually: "As people who have been defeated, you have outstanding courage."

"Accidents will inevitably occur in the experiment." One of the nightingales spread their wings, and a clear voice penetrated the window and entered the study.

"The project will inevitably fail." Another nightingale also said.

"You are quite new to the concept of accident and failure," Rosetta said nonchalantly, "but unfortunately, I am no longer interested in your strange concept."

As he spoke, he raised his hand, preparing to call the royal mage to arrest the uninvited guest tonight, but before that, the two nightingales had already said at the same time: "Then are you interested in hearing the historical story about the Gondor Empire?"

Rosetta frowned, and with a wave of her hand, the window opened a wide enough gap.

The two nightingales flew into the room one after the other, their wings flickered, and the pale green light shone out of thin air, condensing the silhouettes of the elf twins.

Rosetta?? Augustus looked indifferently at the two identical elves: "What do you want to say?"

"Have you heard of the Disobedience Plan?"