Chapter 837 Transfer

Yuri leaned closer to the wall on the side of the carriage. The freight carriage had no windows, but there were ventilation grilles in the hidden places. His sight penetrated the gap between the iron plates and saw that the platform was filled with air at some point in time. There was a thin mist, people in uniforms were walking around in the background of lights and fog, and a manager with a lot of keys was locking a fence door at the end of the platform.

Wendy's voice came from behind: "There have been several 'informers' before, but they were all cleared after triggering the key consciousness lock, but this time the mind that was disconnected from the network 'disappeared' out of thin air before triggering the consciousness lock. It seems that some kind of powerful force has directly blocked all mental connections..."

Yuri retracted his gaze, looked at a figure in the dark, and said in a low voice: "It seems that the continuous occurrence of abnormal situations has caused Rosetta Augustus's alertness. If the Royal Mages Association makes a move, they must block the mental connection. It's not too difficult..."

"As expected, it's just that the Royal Society of Mages and Rosetta Augustus reacted a little faster than we thought," Wendy said softly, "The key now is how much damage the 'Whistleblower' can cause. …”

"Most of the middle-level and above members have completed the statistics and marking, and two groups of people have been sent away before, and the situation is still under control," Yuri returned to the crate and said while thinking, "The core layer will not appear. Whistleblowers, most of the people who are shaken are below the middle class... They have limited intelligence, and it is difficult for Rosetta Augustus to determine our detailed plan in the first place, so this train should still be safe... But the people who follow A new route must be drawn as soon as possible.”

"Is the next train going to be cancelled?"

"Cancel it, we can no longer carry out large-scale transfers," Yuri nodded, "Let the compatriots who stay here move in batches and cross the border in pieces..."

As he spoke, he couldn't help frowning and sighed: "Unfortunately, the mind network can only run in basic mode now, and there is no way to monitor every node as sensitively and accurately as before, and can only be reached by informers. Responding only when you are aware of the lock...there will definitely be a lot of shakers who slip through the net."

"It's all an expected loss, we just need to keep the core personnel and information as much as possible," Wendy said slowly, then frowned, "But Daniel's side..."

"He should be safe - Daniel was only a middle-level priest two years ago, and he usually dealt with very few people. After he was promoted to bishop, he began to work in Aldenan. Due to the special activity area, his identity was kept secret within the church. The level has always been high, and those in the know are reliable people. However, a certain reminder must be given to him, after all, he is in Aldenan..."

A sudden ringing of bells pierced the quiet night and interrupted Yuri's unfinished words.

The inside of the car fell silent for a moment, and an unspeakable tension and anticipation pervaded the crowd. Someone approached the hidden ventilation hole on the wall and looked at the situation outside through the gap between the iron plates.

The lights on the platform penetrated the mist, and the glow of the magical projection was looming in the mist. Someone blew a whistle in the depths of the mist. The sharp sound was transmitted from one end of the platform to the other, and a faint tremor began to spread from the carriage. From the bottom of the , the hum of the power ridge charging became more and more pronounced.

The light on the top of the relay pile turned from red to green, and the platform slowly receded. This heavy and huge industrial machine let out a low humming roar, and began to slide faster and faster on the rails, continuing toward the depths of the thin mist in the distance. Accelerate, plunge into this vast night...

...

Mary turned on the magic spar lamp inlaid on the wall, and let this soft light illuminate the living room. The darkness and faint starlight that filled the living room were dispelled by the artificial lights in an instant, and the warm and bright atmosphere created a soothing atmosphere. A comfortable sense of security.

Then a voice suddenly came from the corner, which made the young female mage who was about to hang her coat on the coat rack almost startled: "Why did you come back so late?"

"Teacher... You haven't slept yet?" Mary turned her head and was surprised to see Daniel sitting on the sofa in the corner of the living room. There was a small brown suitcase on the round table in front of the sofa. The old mage's eyes were filled with questions. , so that the young female mage reacted in a hurry, "Ah, I was looking for materials in the Royal Library... I accidentally missed the time..."

"It's a good thing to like studying, but it's another thing to be almost locked in the library," Daniel shook his head, motioning Mary to come closer and asked casually, "Have you encountered any suspicious people or things? ?"

"No," Mary wondered as she sat down on the small sofa opposite Daniel, "why do you ask that?"

"...It's nothing, just be careful recently, don't tell outsiders too much about our previous seclusion in the west," Daniel said in a low voice, tapping his fingers unconsciously on the small box on the round table. After seeming to think for a while, he pushed the small box forward, "Mary, this box will be handed over to you for safekeeping."

"Ah... ok, ok," Mary first subconsciously obeyed the instructor's order, and then asked after taking the box, "Teacher, what's inside?"

"...Some of my notes and materials have been sorted out over the years," Daniel said casually, "None of the other apprentices can take these things seriously. It's good that they can understand their own knowledge. How much do you think? Smarter than everyone else..."

Mary listened to Daniel's calm voice, but her eyes widened in surprise. She finally couldn't help but say, "Teacher, you are..."

"Don't be so nervous, just be prepared," Daniel glanced at Mary, and his tone became stern. "Seeing how you look so frightened at every turn, how can you have the calmness of a magician? How can I rest assured to give things to you?"

Mary immediately shrank her neck and did not dare to continue speaking. Daniel, who was sitting opposite, snorted coldly with a little dissatisfaction, and then said: "You know about the Mind Network... and what happened recently, our The master has conquered a god, but there are shaken people who fear him...

"Mary, if something goes wrong, you should inherit what I left behind. I have nothing to entrust, so you are somewhat wiser among my large group of ineffective apprentices...

"Windsor may respect me, but she is more loyal to her emperor, I taught her, but she is no longer my apprentice.

"As for now, you can just put these things away, remember, this is just a preparation, it is almost impossible for us to use it."

Mary fixedly looked at the small box in her hand, and then raised her head to look at the mentor in front of her. The old mage sat there quietly, with only peace in her sunken eye sockets.

When did this terrifying and powerful old man completely lose his madness and paranoia?

Mary suddenly found herself missing the final stage of this change. She was immersed in Aldenan's library and magic laboratory, immersed in a new environment where she could learn as much as she wanted, absorbing knowledge greedily like a sponge, Enjoying the most ordinary daily life of a normal mage, but now she suddenly woke up and was surprised to find her terrifying mentor... I don't know when she has become like an ordinary dying old man.

She reacted suddenly, habitually shrinking her neck and bowing her head: "Teacher, I... I understand..."

"It's good to understand," Daniel said lightly, then put his hand on the table and slowly stood up from the sofa, "Let's rest early today, we still have experiments to do tomorrow."

He left the round table, his hunched body bent forward, and walked slowly towards the stairs not far away, with artificial nerve cords hanging quietly behind him, these biochemically modified products once made Mary terrified, but Now they seem to be lifeless burdens, pressing heavily on the back of the old mage.

"Teacher," Mary suddenly couldn't help but called out, but she didn't know what to say after speaking. She seemed to have something to say, but when she came to speak, there was only a large blank in her mind. After a few seconds of awkward and tense silence, she finally organized a sentence, "Teacher, do you... regret it?"

After saying this, she couldn't help biting her lip, her heart pounding unsatisfactorily, she realized that she was too reckless, and the question was not only bold, but also offensive, this is not a question. What an apprentice should say to a mentor, especially in the current situation.

However, the old mage was not as furious as before, and he didn't even turn his head. He just paused a little and continued to walk slowly towards the stairs.

It was not until he stepped on the first step that he said in a low and slow voice, as if talking to himself: "Chao Wendao..."

Mary stood there dumbfounded.

The tutor said a strange phrase, which was made up of a few words, but she could understand it, and she knew that the phrase was said by the great "Master", who was close to the gods. This phrase has been used to describe student-seeking when talking about learning with a mentor, and the mentor has always loved it.

But what is the purpose of the teacher answering this sentence now?

Mary wanted to ask more, but when she looked up, the tutor had disappeared on the steps leading to the second floor.

...

"Your Majesty, that's all I know." Lord Beaumeier was sitting on a chair, clutching the hem of his clothes nervously with both hands. His mouth was dry after talking for a long time, but at this moment he didn't dare to ask any more questions. Miss Diana asked for a glass of ice wine to moisten the throat. He knew how much of what he had just said could make his head fall, so after telling the whole story, he sat like a prisoner awaiting trial. In place, waiting for Rosetta Augustus to judge herself.

But an imperial ruler is obviously not in the mood to pursue the sins of a little lord at this moment.

"For so many years...they have been hiding in Orlandel, under the ruins of the big collapse..." Rosetta Augustus's expression had returned to calm, he sat quietly on the high-back chair, his right hand He rested relaxedly on the armrest, while his left hand rested on his right arm, "Eternal Sleeper...Augustus owes them nothing."

Lord Beaumeier's mind was a little confused, but he still keenly captured some words in His Majesty's words. After a short period of surprise, he realized that he might have heard something that should not be spread, so he quickly lowered his eyelids, Pretend to hear nothing.

"Your Majesty, we must start to eradicate this cult organization immediately," Windsor Maple's voice came from the side, saving Lord Beaumeier's pounding heart like nature, "they have secretly grown to such a scale ...it's not a small problem anymore."

"Indeed," Rosetta nodded, "They should have already started to fully evacuate and clear the traces left in various places, but it is impossible for such a huge organization to disappear completely and silently in a short period of time. matter."

As he spoke, the Typhon ruler smiled lightly: "But what I care more about is that Gawain Cecil... a bunch of cultists, calling him 'outlander' in awe I have never thought of him as a 'god-like' who invaded the world from outside the world."

"Your Majesty, the cultists are insane, but we still have to pay attention to this information," Windsor Maple said immediately, "At least we can be sure that Gawain Cecil infiltrated and controlled the eternal sleep in the Empire in some way. This is undoubtedly a very terrifying hidden danger, and he is equivalent to setting countless eyeliners in the empire... This matter must be dealt with promptly and secretly."

Rosetta nodded lightly, with a serious look on her face. At the same time, Windsor Maple continued: "In addition, the term 'outlander' must also be taken seriously. An ancient who died seven hundred years ago The sudden resurrection of the hero itself is very strange from the very beginning, I think... it cannot be ruled out that there is some kind of 'thing' other than human beings occupying Gawain Cecil's body, causing this incredible resurrection miracle …”

Rosetta listened to Windsor Maple's words, but suddenly shook her head and laughed softly.

"His Majesty?"

"I don't care who's in that body, maybe he was 'Gawain Cecil' when he first got out of the coffin, but he's been whoever he was since he started pushing his new order. It doesn't matter anymore," Rosetta Augustus said in a deep voice, "it may be a heroic soul, an evil spirit, or even the incarnation of a certain god. For us, his only meaningful identity is It's 'Emperor Cecil' - our neighbor.

"But... the name 'Outlander'... is really interesting..."