Chapter 751 Growth

No matter what happened to the God of Storm Lord, Gawain obviously couldn't get the answer from the deep sea harmony god who was fiddling with the tip of his tail in front of him.

Even, it seems that the entire race of the Kraken is still in a daze.

He couldn't help pinching his chin and leaned back on the high-back chair, letting his undulating thoughts scatter.

The news brought by Tyre made him have an uncontrollable impulse, which made him want to go to the deep sea, go to the opposite side of the endless sea, go to the kingdom of sea monsters to see for himself, or go to see the storm in person. The corpse of the Lord to confirm some of his own judgments.

However, he couldn't do it, not only because he couldn't leave the newly established empire at will, but also because the current Cecil Empire didn't have enough sailing technology to cross the endless ocean.

When he thought of the word "nautical technology", Gawain couldn't help but think of another thing that troubled him: the Cecil Empire did not currently have a suitable outlet to the sea.

Most of the Cecil Empire is inland. The southern, eastern and western regions have no coastline. The only coastline is in the extreme north, beyond the mountains in the north, which is undeveloped and harsh. The harsh climate, the blocking of the mountains, and the danger of the ocean itself made the Anzu Kingdom never consider developing that place for hundreds of years.

But it can't be left deserted forever.

Gawain raised his head, looked over the tip of Tyre's dangling tail, and stared at the map of the entire continent not far away.

Beyond the mountains in the extreme north of Ansu, the further north of that coastline is not empty.

On the opposite side of a narrow strait, you can first see a huge island. The Violet Kingdom, known as the country of mages, is located on that island. On the east side of the Violet Kingdom, the territory of the Holy Dragon Principality protrudes from the mainland of Loren. , forming a shape like a horse's head, and turning back to the west to a peninsula, the end of the peninsula also faces the mountains in the north.

In the past Ansu era, the northern kingdoms were basically synonymous with mystery and remoteness. The closed nature of the feudal dynasties coupled with the objective factors of inconvenient transportation resulted in very weak connections between countries in the northern region, and border aristocrats maintained basic exchanges. In addition, the circulation of a small number of private caravans is the limit, and the so-called "international activities" of the old times are limited to this.

Take the Violet Kingdom as an example. There is only a narrow "Northern Strait" between the mysterious kingdom of mages and Ansu. The strait itself belongs to the "safe zone" of the endless sea, and there are no storms and magic turbulence. However, the two sides still do not have any fixed "flights", and the exchanges between the two countries only rely on a limited number of "private flights" carried out by a few adventurer-like captains.

Or the extraordinary powerhouses travel directly across the sea.

As for the Holy Dragon Principality, the situation is better. After all, there is still a land connection between that country and the Cecil Empire, but the Holy Dragon Principality is more secretive than the Violet Kingdom, so that even if the two countries are connected by land, the old security There are hardly any strangers from the Holy Dragon Principality in the territory of Su - on the contrary, in the large and small mages organizations in the capital, you will occasionally see traveling mages from the Violet Kingdom.

Most of those mages came directly across the strait with the power of the extraordinary, and a few came to the Loren continent by private boats.

In the old days, these were the norm.

However, in the new order planned by Gao Wen, in the upcoming cross-border trade, the boom in studying abroad, and the layout of the transportation network in the Northern Continent, this situation will be broken sooner or later.

He has already tried to build a railway in the Ogure tribal country in the west. In the future, he plans to open the closed door of the Holy Dragon Principality. The Violet Kingdom, which is also the object of the Cecil Empire's trade activities, is to be pulled to "Cecil" Settlement Area" on the big ship.

The magic train can solve the traffic problem on land, and restarting the route around the northern continent 700 years ago is another issue that Gawain has to consider.

And even without considering Cecil's settlement area plan, without considering the needs of connecting countries from the sea, and challenging the sea, it is a step that the Cecil Empire must take.

People can't keep themselves trapped on land forever, not to mention the existence of sirens and giant dragons that remind Gawain all the time—this world is still big.

...

"The outside world is huge!"

Sitting at the dining table at home, Byron said to the girl across from the dining table with a somewhat exaggerated expression. There was still a bit of bread residue on the corner of his mouth.

"From the rock to the north, follow the Gorgon River all the way to the direction of the old capital, the plain scene there is very different from the south...

"...At that time I was busy fighting, and there were monsters everywhere on the east coast, so I directed the warships to shoot them with cannonballs and beams. Have you seen those guns on the training ground? The main guns on Dad's ship are bigger than that...

"Saint Sunil has a very high city wall, and there is a prismatic guard wall outside the city wall, which is much higher than the city walls of Tanzania and Kant. I saw Cecil's flag raised there with my own eyes... don't believe it. Your uncle Philip is talking nonsense, I was really there at the time - although the flagship park is a bit far from the city wall, it can still be seen..."

The girl sitting across from the dining table showed a slight smile, leaned over, dipped the crumbs from the corner of Byron's mouth with her fingers, and made a "wooh" sound.

This voice represents a small lesson.

More than four years have passed, and the thin and unremarkable little mute in the past now has a slim appearance. Good nutritional supplements and training under the guidance of the knight's father have made Pea's stature rise rapidly, and the originally rough skin has become Healthy, ruddy, messy withered yellow hair was draped over her shoulders softly at the moment, and she sat there, almost unable to see her original appearance.

But she still liked listening to Byron telling stories of spiciness and self-promotion, just as she did.

"Oh, it's fine-don't pay attention to this little detail when eating at home," Byron waved his hands indifferently, "I finally took a vacation... By the way, Pea, how was your graduation result last week?"

Pea showed a proud smile, reached out and took a writing board from the side, wrote a series of words on it, and showed it to the adoptive father across the table.

"Overall...A+, hey, not bad," Byron read the words on it clearly, and immediately patted his thigh happily, then looked at his adopted daughter while rubbing his leg, "What reward do you want?"

Pea thought for a while, erased the words on the clipboard, wrote a line of words, and displayed it again:

"You will come back safely from now on."

Byron looked at the tablet, stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing.

"Haha, you don't have to worry about me, I can't do anything else, and I'm still very capable of saving lives. It's your uncle Philip, who is still helping to build the defense line in Changfeng Fortress. It looks like you are ready to die generously, you will definitely die before me..."

Saying that, Byron paused and scratched his chin: "I suddenly remembered that you have finished your classes in the general school, and you must go to Imperial College next. Have you decided which branch to apply for?"

Pea thought for a while, then shook his head a little slowly.

"It's alright, then think slowly. Anyway, the winter admissions season is over, and you're not yet an adult. It's not too late to make a decision next spring," Byron said freely, then remembered something, "By the way. , you said earlier that you are going to South Street with two friends today, right?"

Pea nodded, picked up the tablet, and wrote a few lines of words:

"A newly opened 'Film Film Company' in the south of the Mage District is recruiting people who know magic knowledge.

"I made an appointment with Paferi and Bobby to take part-time jobs.

"Go every day during the day and come home at night."

"I've heard of that company," Byron nodded, "His Majesty approved it, and it also received strong support from the Council of State Affairs. It seems that the founders also have heirs from the North and West, which makes people feel very reliable. Go ahead. , just pay attention to safety, don't come back too late at night - the astrologer said it might snow tonight."

Peadou got up with a smile, went to change the clothes to wear when going out, took his writing board, pushed the door and left the house.

The house was quiet, and Byron was the only one left in the dining room.

The Imperial Navy commander froze for a while at the dining table, then suddenly laughed self-deprecatingly.

"It's hard to take a vacation, but I'm not used to staying at home...

"Philip went to the border to guard, and the army is also in control of the situation everywhere in the empire. The fleet has been idle for two months...

"Tsk, when did I become so active?"

While muttering, Byron stood up and was about to go upstairs to take a nap, but as soon as he got up, he heard the bell hanging at the entrance rang.

He walked quickly to the door of the room, and while opening the door, he muttered: "Forgot to bring something? I told you..."

He didn't finish his sentence, because it was not Peas standing at the door, but a sloppy old man who looked like a fake drug dealer.

Byron thought for a while, then took a half step back and was about to close the door: "There's no one at home, come back tomorrow."

"Don't, don't, I know you're joking," Pittman said while waving his hands and dodged directly into the house with astonishing agility, "I saw Pea go out just now, so I guessed that you're home alone now, Just came to see you."

Byron widened his eyes and looked at the little old man: "Observing how the middle-aged bachelor spent all day frowning in the restaurant after his only adopted daughter went out?"

Pittman looked at Byron in surprise when he heard the words: "I haven't said anything yet - how did you sum up yourself?"

Byron stared at Pittman, but was too lazy to continue entanglement with the other party.

Because this little old man is almost on a par with him in terms of being abusive and shameless, at this point, this old and immortal guy is not as interesting as Philip who can only honestly pick up the next stubble and jump into the pit.

Byron sighed, and while closing the door, he said to Pittman, who had sneaked over to the dining table to pick out snacks: "Come in and come in, just as I have something to ask you."

Without looking up, Pittman responded casually while picking out snacks: "Is it about the peas talking?"

"Looks like you're on business today," Byron turned to Pittman, "that's it—the peas still can't talk, but you're not saying that bioengineering from the Doomsday lair can cure Are you okay with her?"

"Let me ask you one thing first," Pitman finally raised his head, his beard smeared with dim sum, "did she grow her tongue?"

"...It did grow back, and she wasn't used to it for a few days."

"So, from the perspective of flesh and blood regeneration, my team has succeeded. Pea is already a healthy girl from a physiological structure. She has a tongue, vocal cords, and nerves. You all know that."

"But she still can't speak," Byron stared at Pittman, looking serious. "What the hell is going on?"

Pittman was silent for a moment, and finally said: "She had her tongue cut off for six years... Do you know what this concept is?"

Byron's face darkened.

"Her brain has forgotten how to direct her vocal organs," Pittman said casually. "Although her tongue has been rebuilt, her speech has regressed to an infantile stage, which is our conclusion. ."

"But it can still be retrained, right?" Byron asked hopefully. "It's like letting a baby learn to talk, even if she learns it a little slower, she can learn from scratch..."

"I'm afraid it's not that simple," Pittman shook his head. "I've seen similar examples. It turns out that this kind of 'rehabilitation' not only requires hard work, but also sometimes depends on luck. There are many unexplained factors that can affect The effect of rehabilitation. Pea may retrain the ability to speak, but if she still has any trauma, or the brain insists on refusing to speak, then she may never be able to speak again...Unfortunately, although my While there is superb biotechnology, there is little research on these issues.”

Byron frowned and stared into Pittman's eyes: "You came to me today, shouldn't you just say these depressing bad news?"

"Of course not," Pitman smiled slightly. "In fact, we've had some new tech stuff over there lately...I guess it might have some effect on peas."

(I recommend a book that is still a tender seedling. The title of the book is "I Die and I'm Stronger". Listening to the name, I know that it belongs to the type with wide-open brains.

The introduction is just one sentence: It is said that sacrificing hair can make you stronger, and Masha seems to have sacrificed his life in it.

All in all, the milk is sacrificed to heaven. )