Chapter 792: The Nightmare Approaching

Latest website: Gawain was a little stunned for a while - what Veronica said was completely unexpected to him.

"The breath of a god..." After a few seconds, he rubbed his chin to break the silence, and said slowly, "What kind of breath is she? Is she the favored person of a certain god? Or is she carrying a high-level sacred object? God? There are many explanations for the breath.”

"The breath is very weak, and there seems to be a mutation. I'm not sure if it's pollution or 'divine grace', but she shouldn't be a servant of the gods," Veronica said solemnly, "First of all, there is no information that Matilda Ao Gus is a devout believer of a certain god-according to the official information disclosed by Typhon, only Prince Hadilon of the Augustus family has been baptized by the god of war; secondly, if it is a god's retinue, she must be uncontrolled. The divine breath is revealed, and the temperament of the whole person will be changed accordingly. Since the personality of gods is far higher than that of human beings, this change cannot be concealed or reversed.”

"Is the divine aura revealing..." Gawain suddenly thought of something else when he heard it, and couldn't help but glance at Veronica, "Is it like the divine aura on you?"

"...That's right," Veronica nodded, "The Light Affinity phenomenon in me is the manifestation of this uncontrolled divine aura—strictly speaking, I am indeed the servant of the God of Light. "

Gawain looked at Veronica, who was surrounded by a faint holy light, thinking of the other party's true identity as a disobedient, and always had an indescribable sense of absurdity: "...A person who is essentially disobedient to the gods, but he is a real person. It can only be said that Gondor's technology is the best in the world."

"Gods can't directly intervene in the world, and their response and feedback mechanisms have their own rules to follow," Veronica showed a gentle and indifferent smile, "As long as I accurately conform to these laws and find the loopholes in them, I can become any god's Dependents—except for the goddess of magic, who does not answer any prayers beyond what is necessary, nor choose any spokesmen for the world."

Gawain's mouth trembled.

You can become the dependents of any gods by drilling through loopholes, and you won't be hacked to death by those gods of all kinds. Are you really the champion of the century in the cross-border jumping competition? This person is probably taller than Daniel...

But Veronica said it easily, but Gawain knew that her operation as a "loophole family" was not reproducible. It sounds easy to conform to the laws of the gods and find the loopholes, but in fact, it requires the operator to 100% control his own mind, to fully comply with the standards of mad believers from words and deeds to consciousness, not to be found abnormal by the gods, and at the same time to maintain the freedom of the disobedient. The mind creates a "real manipulative personality" deep in the heart, which is not something normal humans can achieve at all.

Only Veronica/Ophelia, who has completed the transformation of the soul form, may not be considered an ancient disobedience of human beings in the strict sense at this moment.

Only realized the difficult operation of constantly doing things under the eyes of the God of Light.

Gawain shook his head, retracted his slightly divergent thoughts, and frowned: "If it's just the breath of a god, it doesn't mean anything, she may just be carrying a high-level holy relic—as Typhon's princess, she has such a level around her. things are not surprising.”

Veronica shook her head: "There are not many holy relics under the names of various sects, but most of them are relics left by mortal priests who have made great achievements in history after performing miracles and lofty sacrifices, such relics. Although they have powerful power, they are still 'mortal objects' in essence. There are very few 'sacred objects' that really have the breath of gods. They are basically items that cannot be copied or forged like eternal slate fragments. Leaving the headquarters of various churches, it will not be handed over to someone who is not even a devout believer - even if she is the princess of the empire."

Gao Wen raised his fingers and pressed his chin: "Can you be sure which god's breath it is?"

"No. I can only judge from the indescribable, knowledge-tainted aura that it came from a god, but I can't be sure who it is."

"Is it dangerous?" Gawain asked again.

"It's just breath, it doesn't have essential power, it won't pollute or spread," Veronica shook her head slightly, "but whether Matilda herself is 'harmful'... that's unknown. After all, Typhon There is a completely different church force from Anzu, and the Augustus family is still mysterious to us."

Gawain pondered quietly, and after a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back on the chair: "On the bright side, maybe she's just a carrier.

"Since you can perceive the aura in this area, please pay more attention to that Princess Typhon these days - but if she doesn't behave abnormally, then don't take any action.

"We are guests from afar, and we have to entertain these guests well."

Veronica lowered her head slightly: "I understand."

...

Before the official talks began, the messengers from Typhon first got a full rest and were invited to visit the highest administrative hall building in the administrative district and the mage area adjacent to the administrative hall.

This city, known as the "Magic City", has left a deep impression on the guests who visit here.

Neat, new, beautiful and livable, this is a new-style city that is completely different from the old-style feudal capital, and Matilda, who is visiting here for the first time, can't help but compare it with the Typhon capital of Aldenin.

The sun was gradually setting in the west, half of the giant sun had dropped below the horizon, and the glorious radiance slanted over the whole city, and the dark mountains in the distance glowed with golden light, creeping jaggedly against the background of the city, which can almost be used in magnificence. The described scenery rushed into the huge picture frame outlined by the floor-to-ceiling window frame. Matilda stood in front of this huge picture frame, silently watching this foreign city gradually sink into the sunset, without saying a word for a long time.

Count Dürer stood behind her, also staring at the beautiful scenery, and couldn't help but sigh: "I used to think Aldenin was the only city that could be described as magnificent... But now it seems that there are more than just wonderful sights in the world. one place."

"In terms of planning, the layout of Aldernan two hundred years ago has fallen behind this era, and the magic industry's requirements for transportation, sewage, etc. are urging us to transform the capital of the empire," Matilda broke the silence. He said in a low voice, "Whether we want to admit it or not, the planning method of Cecil City will serve as a great reference for us-here, after all, is the origin of magic technology."

There was a hint of helplessness in Count Dürer's tone: "...Aldenan used to be the most advanced city in planning."

"Nothing is always advanced. Our ancestors two hundred years ago could not have imagined that a factory two hundred years later would require so many raw materials, and that a road would require so many vehicles," Matilda said. The tone was still flat, "In the past, we looked at Anzuru as a decaying giant, but now, we must try our best to prevent this decaying giant from becoming ourselves."

Just a half-day visit has already caused a great impact on the mission.

The people of Typhon are proud, and this pride stems from their martial spirit, but also from their strongest national strength among the human kingdoms, but pride does not mean blindness, and those who can be sent as messengers will not be stupid, As early as the moment they left the country, everyone led by Matilda opened their eyes, and now, they saw something that made everyone faintly uneasy.

Judging from the surface at least, the prosperity and advancement of this imperial capital of Cecil surpassed that of Aldenan.

"Andersa's judgment and worries are correct, this country is rising rapidly," Matilda's eyes fell through the floor-to-ceiling windows and fell on the bustling urban area opposite the Autumn Palace. The extraordinary vision allowed her to see There are many details on the streets of Qingna. She can see the satisfied residents, as well as the brand-new sign paintings and the prosperous commercial streets. "Also, Count Durer, have you noticed one thing..."

"What do you mean?"

"There seems to be no slums in this city."

"It's true... At least from the blocks we've passed through and the information we've heard, it doesn't seem like this city is a slum area in the true sense," Count Dürer thought for a while, nodded and said, "It's really puzzling... Where do the poor people live? Do they need to live outside the city? That would explain why the city is kept to this level of cleanliness, and why all we see along the way are richer and more energetic citizens."

Matilda glanced at Count Durer and shook her head slightly, but in the end she didn't say anything.

After another few seconds of silence, she seemed to speak casually: "Tomorrow, we will have the opportunity to visit their Imperial College before the first meeting, that is very important, and is one of the main purposes of our coming here. .

"It is said that their academies are more thorough than ours in 'breaking the rules', all commoners and nobles go to the same academy, and even the residential areas are together, we have to check with our own eyes to understand how they plan , to figure out how their academies are run.

"Other than that, let's do our part as 'guests'."

Earl Durer nodded slightly, then left the room with the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

In the gradually sinking sunset, Matilda turned and left the window. She came to the bar on one side of the room, prepared a glass of light wine for herself, and then held the crystal clear glass in front of her. Through the swaying liquor, I watched the almost frozen evening light spilling into the room from the window.

In the next second, the light of the dusk really solidified near the window, and quickly covered everything in her sight like some kind of gradually smudged paint.

Where the twilight shrouded, things seemed to have undergone hundreds of years of baptism. The gorgeous tapestries lost their color, the exquisite wooden furniture quickly mottled and cracked, and the furnishings in the room disappeared, weathered, and even disappeared one by one. Even the layout of the room quickly changed to another look!

Before Matilda's eyes, the bright and new room quickly became the corridor of an ancient, silent palace, and countless suspicious and malicious whispers came from all directions, as if there were countless invisible guests. Gathering in this "palace", they approached Matilda step by step with no good intentions.

On the wall closest to her, a dark-colored black door suddenly appeared. There was a thumping knock from behind the door, and an indescribable hoarse murmur rang from behind the door, mixed with creepy chewing sounds. And the sound of swallowing, as if a beast that devoured people was crouching outside the door, but it pretended to be a human being and patiently knocked on the door panel.

Matilda calmly looked at the alienated scene in front of her, reached out and took out a delicate metal small tube from her bosom, unscrewed the cap, and poured the medicine inside into her mouth.

With the spicy and bitter medicine flowing down the esophagus, the whispering voices approaching from all directions gradually weakened, and the alienated scene in front of her quickly returned to normal. Matilda was still standing in Qiugong's room, but her face was slightly paler than before. a little.

She stretched out her hand and picked up the wine glass she just put down from the bar next to her. Her hand trembled slightly, but she still picked up the glass of wine and drank it all in one breath.

An illusory bloody aura filled her mouth, but the bloody aura quickly receded. Matilda closed her eyes slightly. After taking a few deep breaths, her eyes opened, and those eyes became calm and deep again. water.

Along with mad growth, life-long confrontation with madness, gradually slipping into the nightmare that family members must face after adulthood, sooner or later, being swallowed by it.

This is the fate of every Augustus.

The corners of Matilda's mouth twitched slightly, and she seemed to be laughing at herself, but she quickly restrained her emotions that should not have been revealed, and turned around and came to the desk not far away.

On the desk, there is a book quietly spread out, but it is not a mysterious magic book or important state affairs material, but a reading material that was bought when visiting the mage area and can be freely read by citizens of the Cecil Empire. :

"advanced mathematics"

The content on this is very strange. It seems that I can't understand it for a while, but it is said that Cecil's students are so addicted to it that they even have a book in their hands when they eat and walk. It must be recorded in this book. important.

After successfully fighting the erosion of nightmares and madness, Matilda felt that she needed to look at something else to adjust her mood...