Chapter 791 Matilda

The latest website: Sitting on the smooth-running magic car, Matilda looked out the window.

The wide and flat road stretches forward along the line of sight. The wide avenue can almost accommodate eight or nine large carriages. It is obviously specially designed to cope with the pressure of modern traffic. The scattered and beautiful buildings are arranged on both sides of the road. Those buildings have a new style that is different from Typhon, but different from the old Ansu - retaining the classical and elegant shape of the North Kingdom, but with a certain neat line and shape that is pleasing to the eye.

Between these buildings and roads, you can see neatly arranged street lights, magic projections distributed on intersections or open spaces, stop signs designed for magic vehicles to stop, and street lights flooding the streets in this cold winter season. , A welcoming crowd in bright, thick winter clothes.

On those magical projections, on the large color paintings at those stations, there are various welcome words or pictures, and even real-time images of the convoy moving.

This is the modern wizarding capital, Cecil City...

Matilda withdrew her gaze, but still retained the perception of an extraordinary person, paying attention to the movement on the road outside. She looked at Philip, who was in the same car with her. On the face of the young field commander, she looked at him. To a barely veiled pride.

This is normal, and a noble of such status would certainly show such pride in front of a foreign ambassador.

But on both sides of the road outside, those Cecil people who were said to be just "ordinary citizens" showed similar pride with expressions of curiosity and excitement on their faces, which was not so unusual.

"I hope you are satisfied with the welcome process we arranged," Philip said with a smile looking into the eyes of the Princess Typhon in front of him, "Cecil and Typhon have many differences in customs, but we have A common root that can serve as a bond that brings the two countries closer together."

"I sincerely hope for a more lasting peace," Matilda said, also with a smile. "It's good for all of us."

The Magi convoy of the Typhon Mission drove through the straight "Pioneer Avenue" in Cecil City, and drove towards the Royal Quarter under the welcome of the citizens, guarded by the security forces and steel rangers, and they gradually left the outer city area. Entering the city center, as a large square appeared out of the car window, all Typhon messengers including Matilda suddenly heard a loud explosion—

It was as if the thunder exploded, and the distance was not very far. The explosion sounded more than one time, but more than 30 times in a row.

Someone in the messenger team showed a look of surprise,

Even Matilda couldn't help looking at Philip, who just smiled at her: "No need to be nervous, just a salute.

"It is Cecil's rule to welcome guests from afar with a salute."

Matilda blinked, and in surprise recalled some information she had collected before, she couldn't help but flash some weird thoughts in her mind——

Cecilians do seem to like to welcome their guests with these loud cannonballs, but sometimes in the sky, sometimes in the head...

"Interesting rules," she smiled, "in the new era, there will indeed be some new customs."

When the time approached noon and the giant sun gradually rose overhead, the Typhon envoy led by Matilda came to Gawain.

After the welcoming ceremony, which was not luxurious but grand enough, solemn, and unique to the Typhon people, Gawain stood in front of the steps of the "Autumn Palace" and looked at the "Flower of Gao Ling" with a smile on his face.

Beside him stood Hetty and Rebecca, several executives of the Council, and Veronica with a platinum scepter.

Amber could not be seen at the scene, but those familiar with it all knew that the Director of Military Intelligence must be at the scene—it just hasn’t come out of the air for the time being.

Matilda was wearing a complicated and classical black court dress, and her long black hair was dotted with thin golden chains, hanging down to her waist. She walked slowly to Gawain with an impeccable posture, and lowered her head slightly: "Salute to you, Your Majesty Gawain Cecil.

"I am here on behalf of the Augustus family with the friendly will of Typhon.

"May you be healthy and long, and may your exploits be passed down from generation to generation."

"In a sense, your last sentence is not a blessing, but a statement," Gawain said with a little joke, and stepped forward, "Welcome to Cecil."

Next is the boring but unavoidable official speech session. Both sides smiled and said the compliments prepared in advance, but everyone must maintain a solemn appearance, and try to make this nutritious business blowing look like each other. Be more sincere.

Rebecca felt bored within a few seconds, and secretly yawned. She looked at Matilda Augustus who was chatting and laughing with her ancestor, and couldn't help but murmured in her heart, looking left and right. Looking at Aunt Heidi on one side and Veronica on the other, she might get beaten for chatting with the former, so she turned to the latter: "Hey, you said that she is also a princess, and I am also a princess, why can't I do anything about it? How about breaking a flattery into three paragraphs like she did?"

This question is really difficult to answer - after all, when the Ansu Dynasty was still around, Veronica could split the same flattery into four paragraphs.

Therefore, the "Saint" who was surrounded by a faint holy light remained silent, just shook her head slightly, and then her eyes fell on the Matilda, and she did not move away for a long time.

Matilda raised her head with feeling, and met a pair of eyes that were gentle and tranquil, but lacked the quality that a living person should have, just like crystal-cut eyes.

There seemed to be some kind of profound scrutiny in those eyes, which made Matilda's heart move slightly, but when she looked closely, she found that those eyes just swept over herself, the weird scrutiny before. The feeling has disappeared.

After the reception ceremony, there was a grand luncheon.

Formal negotiations on the establishment of embassies, exchange of ambassadors, exchange of foreign students and many other matters are scheduled for tomorrow, but before the formal negotiations, the high-level officials of the two sides can conduct some "attitude exchanges" in advance through activities such as banquets. Surrounded by music and other elements, this kind of attitude exchange can be carried out relatively easily. On the premise that both parties in the negotiation are more hopeful that things will be settled, this kind of early negotiation will often yield very good results.

Matilda tasted exquisite food different from Typhon, cutting the roast meat sprinkled with various spices with a table knife, but at the same time maintaining a dignified and elegant manner, without showing too much to any kind of food. Love, her eyes swept across the waiters walking through the banquet hall, the magical images set up around the hall, and the "Princess Cecil" who didn't seem to be very good at table manners not far away, and finally fell on Gawain: “I had heard before that the Ansu people were so good at roasting meat that the court chefs at Typhon were keen to learn how the Ansu people used spices, but now after I really tasted it, I realized that their imitations were only Imitation, authentic is something completely different."

"Then you're probably blaming your court chef," Gawain said with a smile, "The food in front of you is not the traditional 'Ansu cuisine', but I came up with it when I was bored in the past two years—see Does it suit your taste?"

"You invented it?" Matilda looked at the desserts on the table and the roasted meat on the plate in surprise, and praised from the bottom of her heart, "It's incredible, I just thought you were a powerful person. A knight and a wise monarch, I didn't expect you to be a gourmet who can create delicious food--they taste really good, and it's an honor to eat them."

Gawain smiled and didn't say much.

When he just opened the coffin a few years ago, he still thought about using the food in his mind to improve the food life in another world, and he also carefully tinkered with several kinds of food that were not available locally, but In the end, there was no such thing as "pulling out a plate of grilled meat and letting the natives bow their heads". After all, the gourmets in this world didn't grow up eating soil, and he himself...was just one in his previous life. Ordinary diners, even if there is more food from the Celestial Dynasty, he can eat and not cook.

The food he came up with now gets the highest rating of "good taste", and it was quickly crushed by local chefs in terms of variety and quantity, and now a few barbecued meats and Jiangnan dim sum are reserved as "state banquets" The embellishment on the top is the last result he left behind as a traveler in the world's catering industry.

Gawain was a little distracted, Matilda swallowed the food in her mouth again, and looked at the small plate of sliced ​​fruit in front of her with a little curiosity, she asked curiously: "This kind of fruit tastes amazing, I Never eaten...is it Cecil's specialty?"

Gawain glanced at the plate of fruit, and his expression almost showed a strange expression, but he remained indifferent at the last moment: "This is the fruit of the Thorin tree, and it is indeed a special product of the Cecil Empire."

He controlled the expression on his face, but he couldn't control the thoughts in his heart.

It was the fruit of Bertila Augustus, and most of it was used to alleviate the food crisis in the Holy Spirit Plain, and a small part was sent to Cecil City as a sample.

Now he entertains the descendants of the family with the fruit of the ancestors of the Augustus family.

People have to say thank you after eating.

Thinking about the whole process carefully, it seems quite devilish...

On the other side, Matilda didn't know what she ate (actually, it's okay to know, after all, thousands of people in Cecil are eating these fruits), and politely praised After that, she brought up a more formal topic.

"In addition to the official diplomatic visit and preparations for the follow-up international students, I also brought personal greetings from my father," she put down her knife and fork and smiled lightly, "he He admires that the new order you created and the magic technology you brought are great things that can change the world..."

"The order was not created by me, nor was the magic technology created by me," Gawain said casually, "but I admit one thing - they can indeed change the world."

Matilda glanced at Gawain and said quite solemnly: "My royal father... I guessed that you would give a similar answer."

"Oh?" Gao Wen raised his eyebrows, "Then what else did he say?"

"He said that you are similar to him, and that what you are concerned about is beyond one city, one country and one generation," Matilda said seriously, "he also wants me to tell you: in the country In front of interests, we are Cecil and Typhon, in front of this world, we are all human beings, this world is not safe, at least you understand that.”

Gawain's movements stopped slightly.

After a moment, he smiled and said indifferently: "We have built the Great Wall together, and on the borders of the Gondor Wastes, I had a brief conversation with your father.

"So I can feel that he has a bigger vision than most people in this era.

"I'm glad he asked you to bring this sentence, you can tell him that the fate of all of us is on this continent, and on this premise, Cecil is happy to work with Typhon to create a peaceful and prosperous new era.”

When the words fell, Gawain had already raised the wine glass in his hand.

Matilda smiled, her glass also raised in her hand.

"Then celebrate ahead of time for this peaceful and prosperous era," she said.

...

After the grand luncheon, the messenger group was arranged to rest in the corresponding area of ​​the Autumn Palace, while Gawain returned to his residence.

He did not go to rest, but came to the study.

Veronica has long been waiting here.

"Wright said you have something to call me," Gawain sat down behind the desk and looked at the "Saint" holding a platinum scepter in front of him, the former leader of the rebels of Gondor, "and I noticed that you were greeted and at the banquet before. I've looked at that Princess Matilda several times—what about her?"

"Yes," Veronica nodded and said straight to the point, "I sensed a little divine aura in her. It was weak, but it did exist."