Chapter 936 Obituary

A huge magic net covers the whole territory of the empire. Information circulates on this net, and energy flows in this net. The originally loose and isolated human society has never been connected so closely and efficiently that even if It is something that happened in a distant foreign land, and it can also cross the distance of thousands of mountains and rivers in an instant.

The tower guard, Green, was wearing a loose shirt and sat in his workshop. The double thickened windows block the cold wind howling outside the tower, and the heating system inside the tower keeps the room warm like an afternoon at the transition of spring and summer. The room was rather quiet, except for the occasional humming or clicking sound when some machinery was running, except for the sizzling sound of food being heated on a nearby heating table.

Above the small magic net terminal in front of Green, a big boy with freckles was appearing in the holographic projection, speaking with excitement: "...The course of neural networks is very interesting, Magnum Mr. is actually a very interesting teacher, although he has a loud voice, but I recently found that he is not at all as old-fashioned as other teachers..."

"Are you still getting used to it?" Ge Lin couldn't help but smile, "Are the things in the imperial capital very expensive? Is the money you bring enough?"

"You ask this every time—it's enough, so don't worry," Storm showed a helpless expression on his face in the holographic projection, "There are shops and canteens in the academy area that are specially open to students and teachers. The country is still cheap, and I also found a day job that does not affect my studies, helping in the school laboratory, and earning three pounds a week."

"Oh...that's good..." Green nodded and said-he couldn't imagine life in the academy, let alone what kind of "work" it was for students to help in the school's laboratory, but since the eldest son In the elated expression and the description of the other party, he could still feel a sense of contentment and happiness.

"Ah, I won't tell you—the time is running out, and I have classes to attend later."

"Okay, okay, take care of yourself over there, don't conflict with your classmates..."

The holographic projection disappeared, and the runes on the base of the magic web terminal dimmed one by one. Green blinked, shook his head with a smile, and stood up from behind the table.

Sending his eldest son to Imperial College seemed like the right choice. Storm was still very motivated far away from home, which made the scribe-turned-tower-keeper feel some pride and anticipation.

The family seems to be about to have a decent and promising person - the tower guard thought so.

In a good mood, he walked to the heating table not far away, ready to pick up the already hot food, but just as he got up and walked three or five steps, a crisp bell suddenly came from behind, and the magic net terminal on the table was again. Brightened once.

This "ringing" comes after technicians have upgraded the equipment here in recent weeks.

The magicians in the imperial capital made some improvements to the magic net terminal, replacing the unobtrusive buzzing with a louder bell. In Green's opinion, this improvement is very effective - the bell is obviously Much more penetrating than the buzzing sound, and now even in the next room, he won't miss important information.

The tower guard turned his head and saw that the magic net terminal had started on its own. The holographic projection above the terminal showed the rotating emblem of the Imperial Network Control Center, which made him immediately serious and quickly came to the table - the terminal Connecting by itself, the emblem of the control center is displayed, which means that the information transmitted after that is a network-wide broadcast directly sent by the headquarters of the imperial capital. This kind of information is usually a great event!

After a few seconds of ringing, a message from the headquarters of the Imperial Capital was sent, and the printing device connected to the magic web terminal on the desktop immediately started automatically, accompanied by the sound of the gear bearing rotating and the sound of paper rubbing in the machine, Green saw this sophisticated device quickly spit out a document.

He stepped forward and pulled the paper clip of the printing device to cut the document from the continuous paper roll, and then his eyes fell on the solidified and cooled ink, and the words at the beginning of the document came into view:

"From the Cecil Empire Magic Web Communication Administration - forwarded to all levels of hubs throughout the empire - archives at all levels of hubs - the following text:

"The survey results of the Imperial Mages Association, the Supernatural Administration, the Royal Magical Consultant and Theological Administration on the recent 'Magic Goddess Stop Feeding' incident are now released..."

Green couldn't help blinking when he saw this - the goddess of magic stopped giving feedback, he also heard about it, although he himself is not a mage, nor does he believe in the goddess of magic, but he has been in this Luan hub for a long time. He is probably the most well-informed person who works within a hundred miles. Recently, many transcripts of information that have come and gone have mentioned this matter, and many mages have discussed the mysterious "disappearance" of the goddess of magic in the magic net communication. , it's hard not to notice.

As far as he knows, this major incident has even alarmed His Majesty the Emperor and the great scholars and great magicians in the imperial capital. An emergency investigation team has even been set up there to investigate the matter. Recent magic web broadcasts and newspapers have also reported The members of the investigation team were announced, and the composition of the members was luxurious - the three major consuls of the empire were among them, and several great magicians who were famous in the Ansu era were also on the list. The Patriarch Wright of the Church of the Holy Light, the third-party consultant, and the living saint Veronica Moen, and even the emperor himself appeared on the investigation team's directory as a supervisor...

It's fair to say that, aside from the founding of the country, Greene had never seen so many awesome names in the same place in his life - he believed that even the most ignorant country peasant woman would have seen that list when she saw it. In awe, and immediately realized how credible and dependable the team tasked with investigating the gods was.

Now this incomparably luxurious investigation team has completed the investigation? The reason why the goddess of magic suddenly stopped giving feedback has been found?

Green, an ordinary person who doesn't believe in the goddess of magic, was uncontrollably curious. He hurriedly looked down, but when he saw the subsequent text, his eyes froze for a moment:

"...We announce to the whole society with a heavy heart that our venerable and great lady of magic, Ms. Miermina, who has guided and sheltered all spellcasters in the mortal world, has unfortunately died recently..."

...

Through the magic net, through this communication network that holds everyone together, information spreads rapidly across the entire land, from Lu'an City to Winter Castle, from Shilin City to Changfeng, and from one communication tower to one by one. From the information station, from the terminal of the magic net broadcast to the communication rooms of the newspapers in various places... The whole territory broadcast from the communication authority of the imperial city magic net was repeated again and again.

At the Paramel Observatory, Morgan Hugo suddenly stood up from behind the desk. The venerable old mage stared at his eyes, his beard was shaking slightly, and a piece of paper that had just been spit out from the printing device was still Lying quietly on the table in front of him, the text on it was legible:

"...Ms. Mirmina is a worthy guide and protector. In the long years of human civilization, she has conscientiously assumed and fulfilled her divine duties and responsibilities, and she has guided us through the darkness of the early civilization. Ignorance, He protected vulnerable mortals through the long nights of early civilization...

"...Ms. Miermina's life is a glorious life, a life of love, a life of greatness, and a life full of battles. He is both a mentor and a warrior who leads mortal civilization to overcome obstacles. He is brave to fight. of……"

The black writing on the paper was imprinted in Morgan Hugo's eyes. The old mage had completely lost his former sharp thinking and decent demeanor. He didn't know what expression he should make now, and he didn't even know what to expect in his mind. What to think - just like most mortals, he never thought that he would face the fall of a god one day, and he never thought that the news of the fall of a god would be presented in front of him in this form. The degree is beyond the comprehension of human intelligence, so that the old mage didn't even realize that this "obituary" itself was extremely weird.

With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open, and Morgan Hugo raised his head in a daze, but saw another high-level mage wearing a robe standing there - that was Pala The No. 2 head of the Mel Observatory was a trusted friend he called from the St. Sunil Astrological Association, and at this moment the gray-haired mage was staring like a man from a nightmare. The people who woke up were standing there in a daze and astonishment.

"Morgan!" The mage standing at the door finally shouted, "God, did you see the news broadcast on the magic net today?!"

"I saw... I also have a printed document here, which was printed by the device itself..." Morgan pointed at the paper on the table dazedly, "Benjamin, are we dreaming? The goddess of magic is... Fallen?!"

"Goddess of magic..." The great magician called Benjamin took a deep breath, and then quickly walked to Morgan's desk. He saw the print that still smelled faintly of ink. It was a mixture of several expressions, "...I thought I was dreaming a minute ago, but...damn...Morgan, we..."

He reached for the print and mumbled for a few seconds before reorganizing the language: "Morgan, is this credible? Is this news credible?"

"This is from the imperial capital, with the signature and seal of His Majesty the Emperor, and the seals of the three Grand Consuls..." Morgan Hugo finally woke up a little from the daze, and he looked at Benjamin's hands with a complicated expression. printout, "At least the document itself is absolutely true, and the message above..."

Benjamin shook his head: "I haven't received feedback from the goddess of magic for many days. Although I seldom prayed before, I can at least tell what the feedback from the goddess feels like."

Morgan opened his mouth, but he didn't say what he wanted to say. He glanced at the print again, and at the sincere and touching words of condolences, a strange feeling finally appeared in his heart: "This is a A eulogy written by a human being to a god...Benjamin, I always think it's weird, a tribute to a god...can you imagine? A tribute to a god..."

"But how can I write the words of condolences?" Benjamin raised his eyes and raised the paper in his hand with a wry smile, "How do you ask His Majesty the Emperor to write? He has exhausted the words for grief and praise..."

Yes, a letter of mourning written by a human to a god is really weird, so weird that it doesn't seem to be in this world at all, but as Benjamin said - if you don't write it like this, how else can you write it? Woolen cloth?

If the gods really fell, then humans can only mourn like this, Morgan thought. He felt that the reason why he thought these eulogies were weird was just because... in his limited life, he had never experienced it. The fall of the gods.

Now, he may really have to go through it once.

On the print in Benjamin's hand, the words at the end were clear and sharp: "...We mourn the goddess of magic, Lady Milmina, and regret her fall, a god so dedicated and worthy of all mortals, at least all human beings. Memorial, in order to express the condolences and remembrance of the goddess of magic Miermina, after the joint study and decision of Emperor Gawain Cecil, the Supreme Government Office of the Empire, and the Imperial Theological Management Office, a 'God's Funeral' will be held on the 45th of this month. And commemorative activities, the national sirens, bells and horns will be sounded on that day, and the imperial dragoons will perform a grand farewell ceremony...

"His Majesty the Emperor hereby calls for a moment of silence for all spellcasters in the country to express our condolences..."

Morgan Hugo closed his eyes, and even though he wasn't a devout follower of the Goddess of Magic—or almost everyone wasn't a devout follower of the Goddess of Magic—the heartfelt words of the eulogy still ran deep It touched his heart, as if he could feel the sadness of His Majesty the Emperor when he wrote these words, and was deeply infected by the emotions conveyed from the words.

And as for the weird wording in the eulogy and the weirdness of the announcement itself... it doesn't seem that important at the moment.

How else can I write? No one has ever experienced anything like this...

...

"This news will spread all over the country soon..."

Windsor Maple sighed softly, and glanced at the original manuscript in front of her, her expression unable to express sorrow or joy.

Daniel sat opposite her, the old mage's face was as cold and slightly gloomy as always: "In fact, it has been sent to the whole country through the communication tower network, but the newspapers and announcements at the end will be delayed for a while. But this has little effect. , the mages master the vast majority of communication resources, and they will be the first to receive news."

"Next... we're going to seriously prepare for the 'funeral'," Windsor said, nodding. "This is our first joint operation with the Cecils, and it's a rush to cooperate with such a short preparation time. , Your Majesty hopes that we will do our best and not make any mistakes in front of the Cecil people."

"Of course, none of us will live up to His Majesty's expectations," Daniel's mouth seemed to reveal an imperceptible smile, but this smile was fleeting, "Then I'll leave first—the Transnational Funeral Commission is still waiting for me. ."

Windsor got up and said goodbye, watching the old mage leave the room and disappear into the depths of the corridor, and then she looked back, as if talking to herself, and said softly, as if seeking evidence again: "Goddess of magic..."

There is no feedback in the spiritual world, and the end of prayer is empty.

Windsor did not receive a response in the end - probably the goddess of magic is indeed dead.

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