Chapter 860 Recovery

The Dragonborn left, with an instrument representing the establishment of official diplomatic relations between the two countries, as well as a series of business plans, diplomatic plans, technical and cultural exchange plans.

The official news of the establishment of diplomatic relations with the Holy Dragon Principality soon appeared in the streets of Cecil City, in every province and city covered by the Empire's new communication network, in broadcasts on the magic net and newspapers at the hands of citizens. It has become a talking point for citizens in the next few days after dinner, and it has become an investment inspiration for businessmen in the next few months, and will eventually precipitate into the career of the consuls and secretaries of the empire for many years to come.

On the warmer days, the fields outside the city are already covered with green, and the wind blowing from the plains and hills is no longer cold, only the breath of summer is getting more and more obvious every day.

A breeze blew across the open take-off and landing field, and the black dragon swept across the sky and landed smoothly in the area marked with white reflective paint. The accumulated waste energy is continuously released into the air through the lattice structure, forming an unstable and hot cyclone around the dragon.

When the cyclone gradually dissipated, Rebecca, who was wearing a short white robe over her single skirt, and Sonia, who was wearing a light green hunting suit, stepped forward and came to Maggie, who was looking down at her equipment.

"Very beautiful flight, Maggie!" Rebecca said with a happy smile, "Especially the acceleration in the last segment!!"

"But I still haven't been able to break through the 'missile limit'" Maggie shook her head and said regretfully, "I feel like it's just a little bit worse, but the magic power will always escape in the final stage of acceleration..."

"Yeah, just a little bit," Rebecca scratched her hair, "It's obviously fine in the Origin Lab... Why can't you get past that limit speed?"

From the Silver Empire, Sonia, who is currently the communication ambassador between Cecil and the Silver Empire, and also serves as a consultant for Cecil's aircraft project, listened to Rebecca's words and couldn't help shaking her head, and said softly with a hint of emotion. : "The limit speed of flying objects... It's also a problem that has plagued elves for many years."

"Except for 'instant magic' such as rays or lightning, and 'pathless spells' such as curses and illusions, do all missiles, fireballs, ice picks and other spells that require physical flight have a speed limit..." Ma Ji moved her huge body gently, lay down on the ground little by little, and said in a comfortable conversation distance, "The name 'Missile Limit' is quite appropriate."

"We elves are actually more used to calling it the 'physical flight speed barrier'," Sonia said next to him, "because it is not only magic flying objects that encounter this speed limit. According to our observation and statistics for thousands of years, in nature, No flying creature can break through this speed, not even a giant dragon seems to be able - all entities are limited, and this is our conclusion.

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Rebecca blinked and hugged her head a little troubledly.

Testing the limits of the existing flight technology in terms of flight height and flight speed, and seeking breakthrough directions, this is the next exploration goal of the Institute of Magic Technology in the field of aircraft, and the team led by Rebecca has launched a series of The test, they are here to test today, is the ultimate speed of the Wings of Steel - and the results of the test are as regrettable as ever.

"If you can't come up with any results, the ancestors will be angry... At least you have to find the reason..."

"Let's do it again," Maggie raised her neck suddenly, looking up at the green field and the darker mountains in the distance, her tone rose slightly, "Fly again!"

Rebecca glanced at the other party a little worriedly: "Aren't you going to take a break?"

"Already rested—Dragonborn can recover much faster than you humans, not to mention that when I fly, most of the time the machine is working," Maggie said with a smile in her tone, "and I also want to Fly again - the month of recovery is coming to an end, I see that the giant woods in the distance are already flourishing, and there is a very beautiful scenery there, I want to fly over to take a look~~”

Rebecca listened to the scenery described by the other party, and her mood immediately became happy (her mood was always easy to be happy), she also looked at the distant scenery, with a happy smile on her face: "Really, It's green everywhere, worthy of the last week of recovery month... well, let's test it again. Ah, I suddenly have an idea!"

"Ideas?" Maggie was first taken aback by Rebecca's last cry, but she soon remembered that the other party's ideas were always novel and interesting, and she suddenly became curious, "What ideas?"

"Would you bring a magic net terminal that can record images and take a picture of the giant woods and the dark mountains from the air?" Rebecca gestured excitedly, "Look, although we have dragoons, ordinary people It's still hard to have the opportunity to experience the feeling of flying in the sky, let alone what the earth where you have lived for generations is like - you record a paragraph, and then we will send it to the Magic Web Broadcasting Center, Miss Jibry will definitely be very happy ."

"Magic web image..." Maggie was stunned for a moment when she heard Rebecca's brain-opening idea, but she quickly followed her train of thought, revealing a half-width with twenty-eight fangs. Mi's smile, "Great idea!"

...

On the Imperial Avenue on the east bank of the Gorgon River, a motorcade depicting the sword and plow emblem is passing between the riverbank and the plain.

"We're far from Cecil City, so far that the magic train has not covered it yet," the red-haired dragon-marked witch Asarena glanced at Ser Gorosh, who was sitting by the window. , said helplessly, "If you are really reluctant, you should talk to Maggie more when you are in Cecil City-don't say you talked a lot, I mean the kind of father and daughter who sit down and talk. Talk about daily life, have a meal and play chess together, and get along like a normal family rather than a meeting between superiors and subordinates.”

"I..." Gorosh looked away from the window, opened his mouth, but could only wave his hand when he was about to come, "I tried..."

"It's true, I can see that you have worked hard," Asharena shook her head, "you have learned how to joke and chat with others over the years, and according to what I know about you, how many times did you spend in Cecil City? The relationship between Tian and Maggie should be the most harmonious days between your father and daughter in the past few decades."

"Forget it," Gorosh thought for a while, and said with a hint of helplessness but gratification, "she was willing to smile at me."

"That's a courtesy... Forget it," Asarena waved her hand halfway through her words, "It's already good, after all, everyone's situation is different."

Ser Gorosh was silent for a moment, then suddenly relieved, he smiled a little, and looked out of the window again, but not to the south, which had been left behind - his eyes swept across the vast expanse of the east bank of the Gorgon River. The plains, across the vast fields bathed in sun and breeze, the rivers and lakes full of water, and the rolling mountains in the distance, between the rivers and the fields, the smoke rises, and the metal towers gleam in the sun .

He lived in the imperial capital of the Cecilians for half a month, and this half month seems to have passed the most obvious stage of seasonal changes in the human kingdom - the temperature is rising day by day, the plants are growing day by day, all social activities and construction projects all busy. When he first looked out of the car window to the Plain of Holy Spirit, there was still a hint of bleakness in the sky and the earth, but this time he looked out into the wilderness, but the outside was full of vitality.

This made him sigh with emotion: "The seasonal changes in the human world are so obvious - the Holy Dragon Principality is almost always winter, and the two seasons here are like two worlds. I still remember the last time these plains were Bare, now there is farmland in the same place."

"Perhaps we should be more surprised that this place was once destroyed by war," Asharena shook her head gently, "We are passing through the main polluted area during the Ansu Civil War - the Cecilians are rebuilding here, Those arable land and settlements were all built in the past year, and they built roads on this side of the river to transport materials and personnel to the reconstruction area. It is not only the seasons that have turned this land upside down, but also those who believe that they can The Cecilians who rebuild their homes."

"...Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Archduke Balogar thinks the Cecil Empire is worth befriending," Ser Gorosh said in a low voice after two seconds of silence. After the new order, people in this country will dare to challenge anything in order to live a good life."

Asarena didn't say anything, she just followed Gorosh's gaze and looked out the window, watching the plants and creeks receding on the plain, watching a certain camp built by the rebuilders in the past winter disappear little by little In the rolling wilderness...

...

There are convoys passing by on the Imperial Avenue in the distance, and in the farther place, you can vaguely see engineering facilities such as iron towers and cranes lining the river bank.

Standing on the high ground at the edge of the camp, the tall man looked silently at the river bank in the distance. He was wearing the gray-blue overalls often worn by the rebuilders of the Plains of the Holy Spirit, and the exposed arms, neck, and a small part of his cheek were wrapped around him. wearing a white gauze bandage.

In the area not covered by the bandage gauze, you can vaguely see the scars left after the crystal cluster structure has faded away, and even crystals that have not completely faded away.

The gray-blue tooling was issued by the engineering team. The style is very simple, but the industrial fabrics from the Typhon Empire are of high quality, and if they were put in the old days, the poor people would not get a new clothes for a few years. The new clothes are already a great thing for many people.

The bandage on the body is to cover up and treat the "sequelae" left by the infection of the crystal cluster - although this terrible infection will no longer spread, the scars and crystals left on the body still affect the lives of many healers. The Druids are trying to reduce these after-effects. Now they can at least reduce the crystals and scars left on the body surface of the healed by half. In order to cooperate with the treatment, the "bandage" has become a distinctive feature of the healed people in the reconstruction area. one of the characteristics.

The sound of footsteps suddenly came from the side, and the tall, silent man turned his head and saw a dark-skinned man in the same overalls walking towards him.

"Number 32!" The other party waved to this side, "Are you really here?"

"It's not time to go to work, right?" the man called No. 32 said in a muffled voice, "Is there anything else to do?"

"You only have work on your mind," the dark-skinned man laughed and teased, "You are too confused, you forgot to take a half-day break this afternoon?"

No. 32 was silent for a moment, then shook his head: "...forgot."

"What are you looking at?" The dark-skinned man came over and looked into the distance in the direction of No. 32's eyes just now. He smacked his lips, "Oh, that's not bad... The railway engineering team on the other side of the river has all advanced here. Now, I'm afraid the road will be repaired to Saint-Sunil before the fall..."

"It was very soon... It took years to build a road from Taron to Solimburg."

"It's like you've done it before," the dark-skinned man glanced at his partner at work, then patted the other's arm, "Don't let the wind blow here, hurry back to the camp, there's something good going on this afternoon— - I'm here to call you, or you'll miss it."

"A good thing?" No. 32 frowned, and the face that was beyond recognition covered with bandages, scars and crystals couldn't help but show some doubts, "What good thing?"

"Hey, how do you say it with that fashionable word... Welfare! The benefits that the top has won for us!" The dark man smiled happily, "I won't tell you first, you come with me, you will know when you see it with your own eyes. It's gone!"

As he spoke, he dragged No. 32's arm towards the camp, and the latter could only follow behind in confusion. They walked through the open space outside the camp, through the gate of the reconstruction camp, and walked towards the large auditorium next to the residential area - the large auditorium is the place where everyone can be accommodated, and the people who run the camp will convene a meeting there and announce The work plan or material situation, there is also a "teacher" sent from Pompeii to teach the workers there to teach literacy, arithmetic and "social order". Everyone is familiar with the auditorium, which is the only place in the camp except the warehouse. the most important place.

Many people are already gathering towards the auditorium.

No. 32 followed his partner, and followed everyone forward with confusion. He heard someone beside him chanting "Magic Drama", someone mentioned "new technology from the south", and his partner finally No longer selling off, this cheerful man who is said to be from the fertile woodlands said with a smile: "Today there will be a magic shadow drama, do you know the magic shadow drama? It is a drama that uses magic guidance technology -- the drama was only played by aristocratic masters at the beginning. Something we can only watch! Now we can watch it too, and we can watch it for free…”

No. 32 listened to his partner's introduction and boasting incomprehensibly - he was sure that this guy had never seen the so-called ghost drama, and now he was bragging about it to himself, most of which was from someone else's mouth dozens of minutes ago heard.

But this bragging isn't tiresome.

He nodded cooperatively, in response to his partner's hard bragging. Then he raised his head and looked at the outer wall of the auditorium not far away. There were many figures shaking, and the outer wall wrapped in thin iron seemed to hang. A huge canvas with bright colors.

Thirty-two's eyes froze.

He saw a young man standing in the picture, wearing old-time armor and holding a long sword in both hands. Behind him was a dark and sinking plain, but a ray of sunlight shone down on the young man's face. The distinctive armor is coated with a layer of light.

The whole painting has a typical southern style—realistic figures, but also heavy-colored landscape smears full of abstract and implicit symbolism.

There are huge letters printed on the picture, and the name of the picture seems to be "Fenghuo".

The person who created this painting must be a great master.

The characters in the painting are really delicate.

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