Chapter 749 Great Times

The border of Cecil City.

A gigantic magic net relay tower stands on the edge of the snowy field. The tower shines with metal and crystal in the bright sun. The huge antenna device and crystal array on the top of the tower are silent under the control of a series of mechanical structures. Quietly rotating, providing the city and the vast area around the city with a transmission service of the magic net signal.

On the top of the tower, on the base of the quietly rotating antenna device, a long snake's tail was clinging to the cold steel surface.

The tail of the snake shrank and swayed. Tyr stuck her head out from under the antenna. She raised her head and faced the cold wind. Her long hair was dancing in the wind. her ears.

"Naga..." The lady Kraken frowned and whispered to herself with doubts, "I haven't gone back for so long, so strange things have happened..."

Saying that, she shook her head slightly, leaned down, let go of her tail, and prepared to follow the tower back to the ground.

"It doesn't matter, there are always strange things happening in the deep sea, but I don't know if Gawain is interested in it... Huh?"

Tyr blinked in confusion, and arched his body forward, but the back half of his tail remained motionless.

She looked back and saw that her tail was still firmly wrapped around the antenna base, the surface of the scales was covered with a layer of crystal clear ice crystals, and the interior was also translucent.

"Hey..." Miss Kraken finally panicked a little, and moved her tail with more force, "Oh...it's frozen...why is it so cold up here...who can help..."

A light click came into her ears, and Tyr's struggling movements suddenly stopped. She looked a little sluggishly in the direction of the sound, and saw that the back half of her tail cracked crisply, and the cracks were all along the way. Spread out with transparent ice crystals.

Tyr turned his head and glanced at the direction he came from, and saw the smooth and icy small half-section of the top slope of the tower, and the ground far below.

The tail snapped off.

"...The gentle deep sea... Today is really a failure of Yusheng..."

...

In Cecil City, three young people from all over the world who got together by chance are walking on the streets of winter.

The neat streets are spotless,

Tall and beautiful houses are lined on both sides of the road, shops, houses, cafes and various public facilities are scattered, intertwined in this incredible city, and citizens wearing warm winter clothes can be seen everywhere. In winter, no one seems to worry about hunger and cold.

At the intersections of streets, in squares, and in places where all kinds of people gather, the holographic projection projected by the magic net terminal can be seen everywhere. Advertising of certain chambers of commerce and companies.

Philm was like a magic net terminal running at full power. He looked at everything in the city with wide eyes, observing all the details he could observe. In the eyes of this young man from Barron, the whole Cecil City is like a stage full of fantasies, wonders, and incredible people and things. Everything that is staged on this stage is like a drama to him, every detail is so wonderful, so incredible, but these incredible things. things are real here.

Fendil was also observing the city, but in the eyes of the young nobleman from the northern mountains, what he felt was a completely different level from that of Film.

It is a city with no aristocratic and plebeian divisions, all urban facilities here are open to all legal citizens, and survival and comfort are the priority here.

In the eyes of the old-fashioned aristocrats, this can probably be described as deviant.

But the era of classical nobility has come to an end, and the order in this city has become a new "system". Sooner or later, everything here will be extended to the mountains in the north.

Aunt seems to be ready for this, and the northern nobles who still occupy the castle and manor must also be prepared, and Fendil himself... finally understands why the aunt must send him here, let him be there. Here accept the immersion of the Cecil order.

There are some things that really cannot be experienced clearly from the descriptions of books and others.

"I thought we would start producing your 'Phantom Drama' immediately," Elaine looked at Philm beside him while walking, "We have prepared the venue and recruited some people, but it seems that Do you still need to prepare?"

"Yes..." Philm said hesitantly, but his tone soon became natural, "Your Majesty reminded me, let me pay attention to the truth of the script, let me pay attention to observe what the real Southland looks like - come out today Walking around, I really realized His Majesty's good intentions. There are too many things I took for granted in my previous script. The real appearance of the southern border has actually exceeded my imagination. It will make the locals laugh at it.”

"Although I don't think the situation is as exaggerated as you say, there is some truth to it," Fendil smiled and shrugged, "After all, we have seen with our own eyes that the residents of the city do not use enough charcoal for heating - here is the use of charcoal. Magic heat exchanger."

Philm laughed awkwardly.

"Starting tomorrow, I'm going to visit some people," he said. "I've heard that there are a lot of immigrant families on the West Side who have gone through the city's first expansion and know a lot about those days, and then I want to visit a few more. From the gentlemen who live in the artisan district, they only arrived here from the old capital two months ago, and from their mouths, I should be able to hear how real immigrants start a new life here."

"Keep your feet on the ground, a good start," Fendil smiled and nodded, "Film and I will go to the academy to officially report in two days, and you are welcome to come to the academy at that time. You can look at those who came to study How people who come to the South live and learn."

Elaine on the other side also took over the words: "Also, don't worry, we will continue to help you make ghost dramas - I think the schoolwork in the academy should not be enough for the two of us to even spare time to help our friends. , no matter how busy we are, we can at least make suggestions for you."

"Thank you very much - without your help, I really don't know how to start some things, after all, I'm not as mature as my father," Fendil showed a grateful expression, and then showed some hesitation After a pause, he continued, "To be honest, I... didn't expect that I would have the opportunity to work with people like you."

Fendil looked at Philm: "Still mind our identities?"

Philm looked at the tall northern aristocrat, and nodded after a brief thought: "I can't go against my heart - I'm still a little restrained when talking to you, but I feel like I'm getting used to it. The feeling you bring to me is different from the nobles I have come into contact with before. You have some special... atmosphere, it's amazing, I don't know how to describe it."

Fendil looked at Philm silently for two seconds, then shook his head with a chuckle: "Actually, if you see us before the signing ceremony of Silver Castle, then your feelings for us will be the same as you did before. No other nobles have ever lived."

Philm was a little stunned.

"We all have the styles you have seen before, but we know how to restrain our habits better than those old people," Fendil said calmly, "the rules of the nobles... Oh, that thing is like a pile of In a room full of fish and shrimps, people who stay in it will be deeply affected by its smell. No one in our circle can escape, or in other words, no one is allowed to escape.

"My friend, Elaine and I came out of that room too - but as His Majesty the Emperor said, a new era has come, and anyone who is familiar with history will know one thing, only in time to embrace Only the people of the new era are qualified to survive.

"Of course, what I say does not mean that my friendship with you is a fake, on the contrary, I am very satisfied with our current state, because just like a thousand bottles of wine will always be broken by mistake, a thousand nobles There's always one or two weird guys in there."

On the other side, Elaine also interjected: "Thanks for the signing ceremony in Silver Castle - at least some nobles who are unwilling to stay in that room full of fish and shrimps can have the opportunity to legally come out. I can already foresee that the signing ceremony will definitely be recorded in the history books, and it will become a lesson that scholars of later generations must study."

Philm listened to the words of the two companions, showing a thoughtful look, but shook his head slightly embarrassedly: "Although I understand, but I am not very familiar with history... I understand history. It's all from those exaggerated old scripts. You should know that in the past civilians were not allowed to access real history books."

"...There is a history class in Imperial College," Fendil said after a moment of silence, "I think this may be the greatest point of His Majesty the Emperor."

Philm showed a somewhat dazed look for a while.

Fendil noticed the blankness in his eyes, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder: "If you have the opportunity, buy more books to read. Now, there are more books that civilians are allowed to read than before."

"I want to go to a place," Elaine said suddenly, and looked at Fendil, "You should also want to visit, right?"

Fendil understood the meaning of the other party almost instantly, and nodded lightly: "Alright, he is here after all..."

Film looked at the two in confusion: "What are you talking about?"

"We're going to meet someone who is our mutual friend," Fendil said softly. "You too, come along and get to know him."

Film’s eyes swept across Fendil and Elaine respectively. He found that the expressions of these two friends seemed to have changed a little, but he didn’t know why the change came, but he still nodded. : "Of course... far?"

"It's not far," Elaine raised his head and looked at the end of the street, "I heard...he was placed there."

Philm noticed an odd word in the other's words: "Placement?"

Elaine didn't answer, just followed in Fendil's footsteps and walked towards the end of the street.

Philm could only follow with a little confusion.

...

At the end of the block, a solemn building stood in a small square.

The building looked extraordinarily new, as if it had just been built.

"Ansu Civil War Memorial..." Philm raised his head and looked curiously at the sign at the entrance of the building, "Is your friend here?"

"That's right." Fendil nodded and took the lead to walk towards the ten steps of the memorial hall.

There are guards guarding the entrance of the memorial hall. They told the three that today is a closed day and the memorial hall is not open to ordinary citizens, but Film saw what Elaine and Fendil said to the guards and showed their identities. It was proved that after some negotiation, the two soldiers nodded in agreement, turned around and opened the door of the memorial hall.

"Please leave within an hour, and do not enter the side hall and the rear corridor." The guard reminded after opening the door.

"This is a little bit of 'privilege'." Fendil looked at Philm who was walking up the steps, and said with a little teasing.

The three walked into this seemingly special building, and soon after entering the gate, Philm saw a hall appear in front of him.

Because it was a closed day, it seemed very quiet here, and the lights in the hall were only lit less than half. In the slightly dim light, Philm first noticed the "shadow" standing in the center of the hall. ".

After following Fendil and the two closer, he realized that the figure turned out to be a lifelike sculpture.

A young man leaning on a long sword and wearing armor stood there, bathed in the brilliance of a single magic spar lamp, quietly watching the direction of the entrance to the hall.

At this point, Philm has come to understand.

This is probably the "mutual friend" that Fendil and Elavin call it.

"He's Belk, Belk Lauren," Fendil said as expected. He stared at the lifelike sculpture without taking his eyes off for a long time. "He's the eldest of the three of us."

"He took a road we never dared to think about, and ushered in an ending we never thought of," Elaine sighed softly, "He has told us a lot about times and changes, but in his willingness to talk to us. When we said that, I never understood it, and when I could, he was already here."

Fendil stood opposite Belk's "statue". He stared at the eyes that had turned into cold rocks for a long time, and suddenly broke the silence:

"Belk, as you wish, this great era has finally arrived."

A heavy and solemn atmosphere lingered here, and Philm didn't know what to say. He was silent for a long time before finally opening his mouth: "Can you tell me about him?"

"Of course, but we only know part of it," Fendil said slowly. "The rest, the soldiers who participated in that war may know some, the former lord of Pompeii may know some, and the commanders of the Rock Fortress may know some. Maybe know some...I'm not sure if these scattered pieces can piece together a complete story, but if it is possible, if there is a chance in the future, I hope you can write this story and write it into your ghost drama inside.

"Just as it is, leave a legacy for the last knight of the old age."