Chapter 882

The summer wind is hovering between the buildings in the city, and the clear and open sky is high and far away. Amber is sitting on the outer edge of the clock tower, looking at the deep-sea visitor next to him with curiosity: "I heard that you are not The aborigines of this world - what are they called in the magicians' parlance... 'foreign visitors', all of you are foreign visitors?"

"This is not a secret, at least we Sea-Monsters have never concealed this. We will tell every race or civilization that we deal with, but civilizations on land are short-lived, and it is always difficult for them to inherit things that are too long. And we only deal with terrestrial civilizations in very occasional years, so your terrestrial scholars always think that we are too mysterious, and even a little dangerous."

Tyr spoke slowly, the tip of his tail swaying in circles in the air unconsciously, appearing leisurely and relaxed.

"We are indeed not the natives of this planet, but we have come to this planet for many, many years... To put it bluntly, we 'outsiders' have lived on this planet for longer than your land. Most of the so-called 'natives', but that means nothing to us sirens.

"We come from a very far away place, in fact we don't even know how far our hometown is from here - we landed on this world in ancient times with a crashed spaceship, and that scene There are so many bizarre and bizarre phenomena that have occurred during the disastrous voyage, and we have some scholars who have survived from that era to this day, and they have not yet been able to decipher the root of those phenomena, and have not been able to find the location of their hometown.

"To tell you this...isn't it a little too far?"

Tyre stopped suddenly and glanced at Amber, his face seemed a little embarrassed.

"To be honest, it sounds quite strenuous...but it's not that I can't understand it completely," Amber blinked, "I know that magicians are fascinated by the starry sky. They have been like this since ancient times, but I haven't heard of it until now. Which powerful mage can really 'throw' himself out of this planet. No matter how powerful the flying technique is, there are limits. It is said that the higher the altitude, the more chaotic and dangerous the magical environment will be. Rebecca is trying to create a It is an aircraft with a very, very high flying height. It is said that I want to try the idea of ​​​​using magic technology to break the limit of flying, and take a look at the world under our feet..."

As she spoke, she couldn't help looking up and down Tyr's eyes, her tone incredulous: "You said that you fell into this world in a 'spaceship', so at least your existence proves the starry sky. There are indeed other worlds out there, and they exist—at least once there was technology to travel in the stars?"

"Of course there is, there are other worlds, and there are technologies that can go there," Tyr laughed, but she quickly put away her smile and couldn't help sighing, "Unfortunately, after so many years, we have both I haven't successfully repaired the spaceship, and I haven't seen any other races in this world successfully leave this planet... This second point is especially strange,

It's as if there is an invisible barrier on this planet. This barrier has not blocked anyone, but everyone died before touching this barrier. "

Amber's pointed ears trembled subconsciously, and his expression became a little subtle: "These words... have you talked to the old... Your Majesty?"

"Of course, he's even more curious than you," Tyre said casually, "long before you became interested, he had already inquired about everything about the siren from me."

"...Then do you mind telling me what your 'spaceship' looks like?" Amber asked curiously, "What does it rely on to fly?"

"I'm afraid this has no reference value for your technical system - and I know it myself, after all, I'm not a professional technician."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, I'm just curious - of course if you don't want to say it, forget it..."

Tyre glanced at Amber and saw that her big amber eyes were indeed sparkling with curiosity. She couldn't help laughing, stretched her waist hard, and said in a lazy tone: "Okay. , Anyway, I just slept enough, and there is still a while before the next sleep... If you have nothing to do, then I will tell you how we live in Antavien. "

...

Carmel floated into the assembly workshop, and the various sounds of machinery running and personnel commanding the response immediately came from all directions.

He looked a short distance away and saw a large group of people hustling around a massive device with a long acceleration track—and judging by the interfaces at both ends of the track, it had even more acceleration Structures waiting to be connected - tons of magic capacitors and overloads were fixed around the track, and a bewildering array of devices were being connected to the body of the device one by one.

A middle-aged man with a somewhat bald head was directing the staff at the scene. He had a serious and focused expression on his face. It's obvious that these minutiae have been overlooked: the work at hand is so important that it deserves a bald man to temporarily forget about his fur.

Carmel floated over there, and only said hello after the other party noticed him: "Marin, how is it?"

Marin Leslie saluted Kamal, then raised his finger and pointed to the accelerator next to him: "As you can see, our previous design has been overturned, the meltdown of the continuous acceleration rail is a big problem, and we are rebuilding Design the balance between these rails. This time it's going well, maybe in a few days we can do the next accelerated test."

Carmel nodded slightly.

The middle-aged man named Marin Leslie in front of him has the surname of an aristocrat, and in fact he is indeed from a noble family-Viscount Leslie, the consul of Tanzania, is his uncle, but as a member of the aristocracy, Marin clearly prefers to deal with knowledge and technology.

As a senior and capable member of the Magic Technology Research Institute, he leads a second-level team, and their mission this time is to find a way to get the "Extreme Accelerator".

This device is a key part of the "high-speed aircraft project", which was approved by Rebecca, Minister of Magic Energy Technology Department, and handed over to Marin and his technical team for specific completion.

This is how many projects of the Magical Technology Research Institute operate now - as the top person in charge of the Magical Technology Department, Rebecca's energy is limited after all, no matter how many fantastic ideas she has, what she can focus on at one time There are also a number of them, so as the R&D projects become more complex and numerous, and as the technical staff gradually enriched, she began to split many projects into various secondary laboratories or independent research groups. Up to now, almost All the more basic or short-term research and development tasks are completed by senior researchers like Marin with the team (related honors and rewards will of course belong to these teams), and Rebecca and Carmel are personally responsible for The project actually accounted for less than 20% of all the research and development tasks under the entire Magic Energy Technology Department.

These 20% are truly long-term, cutting-edge content.

On top of that, Carmel and Rebecca regularly tour each project team to confirm the progress of each task - just like today.

"His Royal Highness Rebecca is having a remote meeting with the technical exchange representatives of the Silver Empire, and she will come over after the meeting," Carmel said casually to Marin Leslie while paying attention to the work of the on-site technicians, "I I read the report when you activated the acceleration device last time, although the device melted down at that time, but according to the records left by the monitoring circle, the acceleration body should have been infinitely close to the 'missile limit' before losing power?"

"But it still failed to make a breakthrough," Marin shook his head regretfully, "and later we found that there was serious elemental erosion damage on the surface of the accelerator, which was probably caused by the delay in releasing waste energy inside the guide rail—at the speed of Under extremely high circumstances, many things have developed beyond our expectations, and there are still many things that need to be adjusted and improved."

"Take your time," Carmel's voice was low, with a reassuring tremor, "success always requires the accumulation of such failures."

Hearing the trustworthy words of the ancient great magus, Marin nodded solemnly, and then he wiped the sweat from his forehead - when he touched his bare scalp, he seemed to be depressed for a moment. , but soon he recovered his spirits and devoted himself to calibrating and assembling the accelerator again.

...

Gawain put down the review work at hand, moved his slightly stiff shoulders, then let out a long breath, got up and walked to the window.

The sunshine outside the window is just right, and the bustling grandeur of the city is in sight.

Everything is finally on the right track, and a rare period of stable development is coming to Cecil - with the establishment of a series of diplomatic relations, the smooth progress of overseas business activities, and the new name "Cecil" in the surrounding area. Countries are gradually being recognized, and more and more merchants, students, and sojourners are coming here from afar. Cecil’s merchants and messengers are also slowly moving towards the Ogure Tribal Country, the northern countries and even the Typhon Empire. diffusion.

The magic technology broke the barriers built by the old production order, liberated the productive forces from the land in large numbers, followed by the prosperity of commerce and the circulation of "people", and all of this brought cultural changes. Communication and the inevitable impact on relations between countries. The originally distant and unfamiliar country will lose its mysterious halo with the injection of goods, and the strangers who appear with the goods will further expand people's horizons - whether people like it or not, countries, races and races, civilizations and The walls between civilizations are being impacted, and the once idyllic seemingly peaceful and secluded situation is being challenged.

Civilians in the hinterland of Cecil have also begun to come into contact with grey elves, red valley people, dwarves, orcs and even goblins, and more and more human beings are appearing in the hometowns of these races. Of course, all this is only now. At the beginning, the communication only happened in a small area, but there is no doubt that this is the situation that Gawain wants to see.

If possible, he hopes that this period of smooth development can last longer.

A light knock on the door suddenly came from the door of the study, interrupting Gawain's reverie. He heard Betty's voice from outside the door: "Your Majesty! There are visitors!"

Compared with a few years ago, the little maid's voice is much more mature and calm now, but it is only her voice that is mature and calm. When choosing words and sentences, Betty still feels a little rash and not "dignified" from time to time. .

Gawain smiled, turned around to let Betty in, and said casually, "There should be no visitor reservations today—what kind of person?"

Betty, who was wearing a royal maid's long dress and was slightly taller than a few years ago, thought for a while, then nodded and said, "It's the guest you mentioned who can be specially notified, Miss Melita, and the one who came last time... ...another lady!"

Apparently, she had forgotten the name of "Another Miss" - but after a few years of growth, she finally stopped shouting the word "forgot" confidently.

"Melita and Noretta? The two came together?" Betty's forgetfulness did not prevent Gawain from extracting useful information. After learning that it was the two senior agents of the Mithril Treasure who visited together, he subconsciously Frowning, "And he still took the initiative to come to the door..."

Then he put aside some doubts in his heart for a while, and nodded slightly to Betty: "Let them in first."

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Betty bowed vigorously, trotted away, and not long after, Gawain heard two rhythmic footsteps coming from outside the corridor.

After a while, Melita and Noretta appeared in front of Gawain together.

"I'm sorry to interrupt," Melita stepped forward first and said with her usual polite attitude, "I hope this didn't bother you."

"It doesn't matter, I welcome friends at any time," Gawain nodded, "I just didn't expect two senior agents of the Mithril Treasure House to visit at the same time... Did you bring anything?"

He suddenly noticed that Noretta was also carrying a large box that looked rather heavy, and couldn't help but asked curiously.

The two agents suddenly came to visit at the same time, and they also brought such a large box, which made him vaguely aware of some unusual signals.

And... I don't know if it was an illusion or not, he sensed a familiar aura from the tightly closed box that looked like it was made of some high-level magic material.

"Then let's make a long story short," Noretta stepped forward and put the box on the ground. "The first task of our visit this time is to return you one thing - something you have lost for many years."

As she spoke, she activated the locking device on the suitcase, and with a slight click, the lid made of precious magic metal rose automatically, revealing the contents inside.

A shield that has been through vicissitudes of life and is covered with scars.

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