Chapter 840 New Mission

A figure in a black robe flew over from the direction of the Shadow Swamp and landed on the Typhon checkpoint. Immediately, soldiers and resident officers approached and asked the mage's purpose - the mage who mastered the flying technique and those who The "battle mages" trained in mass production are different. They come from the Royal Society of Mages, have received systematic education and years of tempering, and are usually stationed in places such as communication towers or branches of the Society of Mages. Coming in person is obviously something important.

"You should stop the train just now!" As soon as the black-robed mage landed, he looked annoyed at the magic energy train that had crossed the border - it did not enter a state of full acceleration, but moved on the rails as if sliding. However, the border is an invisible wall. After crossing the border, even if the speed of that train is slower than that of a snail, it will be impossible for the Typhons to catch up. Those who secretly cross the border!"

The knight stationed at the outpost widened his eyes and immediately turned his head to look in the direction of the train. Then he turned around and said, "We have already checked, and there are only goods that meet the list and the registered crew members."

"You checked it yourself?"

Looking at the stern gaze of the mage, the young Typhon officer was not afraid. He raised his chest: "I checked it myself, the soldiers checked it again, and I checked it myself."

"...Well, I hope you're right," the mage sighed, "Listen, Aldenan has an order..."

...

The train stopped at the checkpoint on the side of Cecil, and the soldiers began to check the goods on the train according to regulations, and handed over the necessary customs clearance documents to the train leader.

A commander with an officer-style fusion cutting sword on his waist walked into the carriage and glanced inside.

Between the crates are many silent figures.

The commander nodded slightly and turned to leave.

The doors of the carriage were closed again, and darkness fell again in the freight carriage.

"We're safe," a voice came from the darkness, "this is the Cecil checkpoint..."

"It's going to take a little longer," Yuri whispered. "We won't be able to get off until we get to the White Sands Station - there, we'll be among the workers of the White Sands Mining Company before we'll actually set foot on Cecil. land."

Wendy's voice sounded aside: "You used mental interference just now to influence the knights and soldiers who got into the car for inspection. Will you show your feet?"

"No, that knight is only low-level," Yuri shook his head. "As for the battle mages stationed at the site... the kind of mages trained in batches can't see through high-level spiritual spells. But Orr Things will be different when Duran's order arrives at these border posts, and they will definitely send stronger official mages to check the checkpoints."

"Then it has nothing to do with us," a priest muttered in a low voice, "I just hope that the compatriots who cross the border can pass the border smoothly..."

Wendy glanced at the priest who spoke last in the darkness, closed her eyes slightly, but did not speak.

After this train... how many compatriots will cross this border to go to Cecil under the rule of "Outlanders"?

As Yuri said... Maybe many people will stay in Typhon.

Although the extraterritorial wanderers are powerful, after all, only a few archbishops have truly understood and faced this power, and besides in the dream world, the extraterritorial wanderers are only a mortal emperor in reality, Coupled with the "loyalty" brought about by the deterrence of force ... it has always been vulnerable.

The Eternal Sleeper Order, which has lasted for seven hundred years, is destined to be torn apart, and will then be turned into nutrients for two human empires.

Where the future goes... who knows.

The "future" may be like this train, rumbling forward, constantly heading into the distance, and what the distance will look like can only be imagined by Wendy, Yuri and the others now.

In the darkness, someone whispered to himself, "Cecil... here we come..."

...

The morning sun shone on the lawn in front of Cecil Palace, and the fresh earthy smell drifted slowly along the wind. Gawain walked among the paths as usual, and Amber went for a small morning jog beside him as usual.

This was the most leisurely time of Gawain's day.

When the melodious and loud sound of the mechanical clock tower came from afar, Gao Wen suddenly said, "Late night last night, the first successful informer appeared."

Amber didn't react for a while: "...Ah?"

Gawain casually reminded: "The Eternal Sleeper's side."

As the person in charge of intelligence, Amber immediately understood what Gawain was talking about, and she subconsciously frowned: "So soon? We didn't predict that it would take at least a week before someone successfully disclosed the news to Rosetta August. Stuart?"

"It seems that we underestimated Typhon's Royal Society of Mages," Gawain shook his head, "They thought of a way to successfully block the mind network in a very short period of time, even if it is only a small-scale application, it is enough to understand a lot. something happened."

"...Then it seems that we have to deal with it early," Amber pouted, "The number of Eternal Sleepers who can successfully reach Cecil may be less than half expected. Fortunately, the core personnel and most of the technical data should not be If something goes wrong...the rest will fall to Rosetta Augustus."

"Of course it will fall into his hands, and he will immediately start trying to parse and apply the technology of the Eternal Sleeper, and if he is open-minded enough, he will gather those Eternal Sleepers who were intercepted in Typhon like me, and try to put They dug them all out and stuffed them into his craft association... Maybe... no, he would definitely do that," Gawain said indifferently, "Maybe they will soon find a way to improve the communication tower..."

Amber glanced at Gawain suspiciously: "Is this also in your plan?"

"This is not my plan, it is an inevitable change in the situation. Neither Megure III nor Megure III can reverse it, but fortunately I don't mind letting things develop in this direction," Gawain said casually, "It's like I said a long time ago that we can't expect our opponents to stay put forever, especially an opponent like Typhon - it's bound to grow fast and the only thing we can do is grow a little faster than them and let them There are more pits on the road of development.”

Amber pouted and muttered while trying to keep up with Gawain's pace: "All in all, the most important thing now is that you, the 'man behind the scenes', must be exposed to Rosetta."

Gao Wen was silent for two seconds after hearing the words, and then he let out a light breath, and looked into the distance: "Yeah..."

"Do we need to deal with public opinion as soon as possible?" Amber asked, "Typhon may make a fuss about this - although I don't think they have any clever means in the area of ​​'public opinion'."

"Just look at the arrangement," Gawain said casually, "You should already be very experienced in this matter."

"Understood."

Amber nodded and replied simply, then she saw that Gawain had no intention of continuing to speak, and couldn't help but ask another question: "Also, your involvement in the Eternal Sleeper Religion has exposed the traces of your activities in the territory of Typhon. , there should be other reactions from Typhon - the trade plan and ambassador plan we just made..."

"Trust me, the business will be done, the ambassador will be dispatched, peace will remain as always, Typhon and Cecil will still be good neighbors," Gawain smiled and glanced at Amber, "As for privately... Anyway, we penetrated each other. There are never a lot of spies. Your MIB has been sending excellent operators, and the number of Typhon spies we caught in the eastern border and several northeastern provinces... how many?"

Amber rolled his eyes: "It's hard enough to build a city, and it's rich to form a mining group."

"Isn't that worth it?" Gawain smiled indifferently, "It's just the daily life of a big country. Of course, Rosetta Augustus will be more vigilant about us than ever before, and he should also make business orders in the future. There are certain restrictions, but what about in general? Behind the peace agreement, who really despised the other, Typhon and Cecil - it's just that in the face of sufficient national interests, everyone has a tacit understanding."

Seeing Amber's thoughtful look, Gawain just sighed softly, he stopped talking, but thought of something else.

What he and Amber talked about were only matters at the level of the two countries, but on a personal level, he did not know how Rosetta Augustus would feel about himself as an "extraterritorial wanderer".

There was only one thing he could be sure of: he couldn't expect a man like Emperor Rosetta to be frightened and nervous in the face of a so-called "outlander".

It is more likely that Emperor Typhon did not treat his "ancient hero" who "raised his coffin" as an ordinary human from the very beginning, and whether he is a human or a ghost under his skin, what is wrong with that Typhon? For rulers, it probably means nothing.

Because Gawain himself has the same mentality——

The Augustus family that ruled Typhon had been entangled with a "curse" two hundred years ago, and behind this curse, it always reminded people of the spiritual pollution of the gods.

Rosetta Augustus also has a "little secret" that belongs to him, and whether this little secret is related to the spiritual pollution of the gods, and which god is specifically involved, for Gawain, although it can arouse curiosity. , but it will not affect his dealings with the Typhon Empire.

Because the national interest requires it.

"What did you think of?" Amber's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Gawain's wild thoughts for a while, he turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a pair of big amber eyes looking at him, "Sudden expression So dignified..."

Gawain felt it for a while, and casually said what he thought: "People who sit in the position of rulers can no longer be considered 'people' in many cases."

Amber suddenly looked stunned, and then scratched his face: "Although I also think that your position is not done by people, but you said it so calmly that I don't know how to continue the words..."

Gawain: "...I didn't mean that."

"That's pretty much the same meaning," Amber waved his hands indifferently, and then muttered while taking two tight steps to keep up with Gawain's footsteps, "I said you can't walk slower? Are you walking at a pace?"

Gao Wen looked down at his pace, and then at Amber who was jogging beside him: "I thought you were just running in the morning..."

Amber's pointed ears were immediately erected, and there were even blue veins around the ears: "...I can't keep up with you!!"

Gao Wen: "..."

...

When the freight train from the Typhon Empire was speeding in the direction of the white sand hills in the sun, another train was also rolling over the Gorgon River, which had gradually thawed and the water level was about to be full, on the vast plain outside Pompeii. The newly repaired track is galloping towards the southern border.

The red-haired Asarena sat by the window, staring wide-eyed at the grass and the relay piles passing by quickly outside, her eyes full of curiosity.

She had been to this human kingdom, the southern border of this kingdom, twenty years ago.

Twenty years later, everything here has a freshness she never imagined.

Only twenty years have passed.

The Dragon Seal witch withdrew her gaze and looked at Ser Gorosh who was sitting opposite her: "Look, this thing is indeed much faster than the Earth Dragon Beast..."

The pack beasts that the Dragonborn came to take at this time were all left in the north. Those traditional means of transportation completed their missions, and they were not suitable for the climate and soil of the southern country. Advanced means of transport. At first, Sir Gorosh was a little skeptical of these roaring machines, but now it seems that Sir has enjoyed it.

"I don't know how the Cecil made this thing," Ser Gorosh said, his voice curious. "If they work in colder places, that's a good thing..."

"But it's not easy to make it travel through the mountains in the north," Asha Lena said. "There aren't many plains in the Holy Dragon Principality."

"It's a fix for the Dragonborn, doesn't it?" Ser Gorosh said with a smile, "it's all about whether the Cecilian technology sells, and how - from the attitude of your old acquaintance. Look, they seem to be happy to sell these new things, as long as the price is right."

"Ser Gorosh, I never knew you were a businessman," Asharena looked Ser Gorosh up and down, "and when you said the word 'old acquaintance'... it seemed to mean something. refer to?"

Ser Gorosh was expressionless. "It's your illusion, Lady Asharena."

"Hopefully," Asarena looked out the window again, "Ah, it seems that we are about to cross a hurdle in the mountains..."