Chapter 937 Funeral

The goddess of magic probably really won't come back.

Victor woke up from his deep meditation and saw the familiar magic laboratory in front of him. The open scrolls and the organized rune stones were neatly placed on the table not far away, and the copper kettle on the side was floating. A faint lavender smoke came out, and the scent of incense was constantly escaping from it.

There are still some shallow and chaotic impressions left in his mind, which are the "revelation" brought by deep meditation, which may be mixed with a little bit of "shadow" that resembles a mixture of dreams and illusions. He shook his head, tossing the meaningless impressions out of his mind: in those impressions, there was no feedback from the goddess of magic.

Victor let out a light breath, feeling that his spirit had completely recovered - as an old mage who is no longer young, his energy is not as good as before, doing several magic experiments in a row or performing high-intensity calculations for hours It is necessary to use deep meditation to recover, but he feels that he is still very early from "retirement". In terms of the lifespan of a high-level superhuman, he may still be loyal to the Wilder family for half a century, and he uses Wisdom and experience accumulated in most of your life, as well as accurate judgment of things and changing times, are the keys to ensuring that you have the opportunity to continue your allegiance.

The old mage, who served as a high-level advisor in Winter Castle, left his laboratory. He came to the corridor outside and saw that the servants were polishing those beautiful crystal windows, and the snow-capped mountains outside the window were in the clear sky. The lower part became clearer and sharper, and there were soldiers and battle mages who were meticulously standing guard at the corners of the corridor, looking energetic and grand.

The hostess is not in the castle. She took a passenger aircraft (based on the technology of dragoons) to the Imperial Capital a few days ago. As a member of the "investigation team", she participated in the investigation of the mysterious disappearance of the goddess of magic. On the days when the master left, Winter Castle still had to maintain an orderly operation, which was the main job of Victor and several other advisors and stewards.

But in fact, this kind of work was not originally theirs. When Madam Maggie was still in the castle, if the hostess occasionally went out and did not bring her, the head maid would be responsible for managing everything in the castle. This may sound strange to outsiders. It should be difficult for them to imagine how a "maid" - even the head maid - has the qualifications and ability to manage such a castle and command a large number of mages and noble knights in the castle, And only those who really lived in this castle would understand the ability of the head maid and... combat power.

But Madam Maggie has not returned to the North for a long time, and she seems to be working directly for the royal family, busy with another task assigned by her hostess.

A high-ranking attendant in a blue and white smock walked hurriedly down the corridor. When he passed in front of Victor, the old mage stopped him: "How is the preparation for the ceremony in the castle?"

"Master Victor," the squire stopped and saluted the great magician, "the castle is ready--the horn has been polished,

The guards had changed into their honor guards, everyone, including the painters and kitchen maids, had been notified, and we just waited for the bell to ring. "

Victor nodded: "Very good, well done - keep busy."

The senior attendant left, and the old mage pondered on the spot for a moment, then he sensed the other people's directions, got up and flew through the corridor, and went straight to a terrace at the end of the second-floor corridor of the castle.

Several people have gathered here, and they seem to be discussing while waiting for something. A layer of translucent breeze shield covers this open semi-circular terrace, blocking the cold wind between the mountains in the north. , making this terrace as comfortable and pleasant as an interior space.

The old mage controlled the flying technique and landed smoothly on the terrace. A middle-aged mage wearing a light blue robe immediately greeted him: "Master Victor, are you finished meditating?"

"Meditation is over," Victor nodded and asked casually, "Is there any news from Mistress?"

"There was a communication about half an hour ago," the middle-aged mage nodded and replied, "Let's just follow the procedures issued by the 'Transnational Funeral Committee', pay attention to order and personnel safety. There is no other order."

The hostess's order still continues the previous content, and it seems that there will be no change in this matter today - the goddess of magic is probably not going to come back.

"Is Buddymore Sheriff in charge of the order in the city?" Victor asked casually, looking at the other person on the terrace.

"Yes," said the middle-aged lady in a conservative black coat with a golden sash on her collar, "all the gathering areas have arranged security teams, and medical staff have been deployed all over the city. Almost all the citizens participating in the ceremony have gathered in several squares and two open spaces outside the city - places that other patrols can't take care of, I will keep an eye on them with the eyes of a mage."

Victor nodded, calming down slightly.

Today, a special funeral will be held, and mortals will bury a god, but to most ordinary people in the city, the goddess of magic is a god that has nothing to do with them, except for the amazing gimmick of "Godfall" In addition to attracting enough attention and shock, most of the people gathered today are actually watching the fun, but precisely because they are citizens watching the fun... Maintaining order is a particularly important job.

There were too many people, and "Fall of the Gods" really attracted too many people, and this made Victor, a mage, even more uncomfortable.

He looked at the middle-aged mage wearing a light blue robe and seemed to want to say something, but before he could speak, a melodious bell from the direction of the castle's main building suddenly interrupted his movement.

The sound of the bell was melodious and low, the rhythm was slow and solemn, the heavy and dull sound of the metal impact penetrated the air with a sound, rippling around with the Winter Castle as the center, and at the same time as the castle bell rang, below it. Several bell towers in the city also began to operate at almost the same time, and the mechanical synchronization device drove them precisely, and the solemn bell instantly enveloped the entire city.

Immediately afterwards, the magic net terminals inside and outside the castle were activated at the same time, and a low and solemn voice came on time from the magic devices located in the Winter Courtyard, the council hall, and the city square: "All attention, the silence begins."

Everyone on the terrace closed their mouths at the same time, and began to observe silence in accordance with the procedures. The entire city became extremely quiet in an instant. Only the bells seemed to have not dispersed, echoing illusoryly in people's ears.

Three minutes later, at the end of the silence session, Victor heard a loud horn sound suddenly coming from the city wall. He raised his head subconsciously. After a while, he saw a few small blacks suddenly rise in the direction of the southwest city wall. Shadows, those dark shadows took off from the city wall, getting closer and closer, gradually revealing a clear outline like an inverted cone, they passed the main body of the castle in a low hum, and then turned in the direction of the city. Fly away, circled over the city and then returned to the castle, and continued to accelerate towards the distant frozen mountains.

It was the dragoon squad under Wintercastle. They carried the "relic ashes" of the goddess of magic. According to the procedure, they had to sprinkle those ashes to the mountains in the north before the sun went down.

In such a process, Victor finally felt a little sad - although like most mages, he is only a shallow believer of the goddess of magic, but a shallow believer is also a believer after all, and at this moment he finally has a sense of what happened. He felt a little real, although it felt a little weird, but he really realized... The goddess of magic really can't come back.

During the funeral, in the hearts of every participant, the goddess left like a human being, and really can't come back.

...

The dragoon squadron flew over the city at a low altitude, and a low humming sound came from the sky, and after these aircraft carrying the "relic holy ash" accelerated and flew in the direction of the White Water River, the broadcasts set up all over the city. A low and solemn voice came from the installation, and a tribute to the goddess of magic Miermina began to play.

Amber took a step forward, opened the window of the study, and let the outside voices enter the room more clearly - those voices echoed among the tall buildings in Cecil City, and by the time they entered here, they were already layered upon layers. There is an unreal, large-scale chant-like texture.

Gawain was standing behind the window, staring calmly at the clear and vast blue sky outside.

Heidi, Victoria, and Burdwin were standing next to Gawain. They listened to the movement outside and looked at each other, and their expressions were a little weird for a while.

"The funeral seems to be going well..." Hetty twitched the corners of his mouth and said to Gawain, "The news of the launch of the Dragoons has been heard from all over the place."

"The ashes are sprinkled on the mountains and rivers, and the soul of the goddess belongs to this world..." Bai Dewen said in a low voice, "This symbolism... is indeed extraordinary."

"Professional," said Amber, who returned from the window, "very professional."

Gao Wen actually thought it was weird, but he still maintained the dignified ancestor's character, nodded slightly and said, "We have established a very professional committee for the sense of ceremony at this moment."

"A god 'died' like a mortal at a funeral. The more solemn the ceremony, the more irrefutable his 'death' is," Hetty said, but then whispered in a weird tone. Get up, "But... in another sense, the goddess of magic is still 'alive' after all... Isn't it a bit awkward for us to do this..."

"It's a little inappropriate?" Gawain glanced at Heidi and shook his head with a smile, "But isn't Ms. Milmina's greatest wish to destroy her own divine position - we are doing her a big favor, believe me , the 'goddess' must have no opinion, maybe she will thank us."

"...To be honest, I even suspect that she was secretly watching her funeral throughout the whole process," Amber muttered beside him, "After all, she hid it on her own initiative, not in the Shadow Realm anymore, she secretly No one knows if it slips out."

"That's not what we care about." Gawain said casually.

While they were talking, the broadcast of the eulogy that resounded throughout the city gradually came to an end. In the eloquent narration of the announcer, the meaningful life of the loving, great, and wise goddess of magic, Ms. Miermina, was summarized. The royal family of Cecil and the Supreme Council of State made an attributive statement for this god, affirming his outstanding contribution to the development of mortal civilization. The basic summary is-

Proposed by the Government Affairs Office, discussed by the three consuls, and approved by the emperor himself, the life of Ms. Miermina, the goddess of magic, is a life of selfless devotion, a life of love and generosity, and a life of active struggle, the people of Cecil and the world. All mortals who have been blessed by the goddess of magic will always remember him and wish him well.

And the dragon cavalry formations in various places soon came to the news that they had successfully completed their mission.

Under the watchful eyes of as many witnesses as possible, the pilots of the Empire carried out the largest joint flight mission ever, giving Yang the "ashes" of the goddess of magic...and sprinkled it on the land he once sheltered and loved soil of.

Spreads very evenly.

"I really didn't expect that you could write such a... eulogy," Victoria looked at Gawain, her always frozen face with no expression, but her tone was obviously a little weird, "I didn't expect you to use such a There are so many words of praise to describe a god... Honestly, it's an honor for anyone to get such a 'funeral'."

"Giving honor to the deceased is the least stingy act, I can generously leave all the praise in the world to the goddess of magic, because she is already 'dead', not to mention the more sincere our memorial ceremony is, the more she will die The more you look like a person," Gawain said with a half-smiling smile, "and the eulogy is not meant to be read to the dead - it is meant to be read by the living."

"I don't know what's going on with Typhon," Baldwin said suddenly, "I hope those Typhons don't make trouble."

"I trust them very much at this point," Gawain said, "maybe they don't have leech communications and dragoon vehicles, but they have communication towers all over the country and two or three times more gryphons and mages than our dragoons. Troops, and when it comes to 'making a big show', an old empire can't be less shabby than a young Cecil. They'll have a big funeral there too,"

As he spoke, he glanced at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall not far away, and then nodded to the three grand consuls in front of him: "It's almost time, it seems that this 'funeral' has ended successfully, let's talk Let's talk about something else."

He left near the window and returned to the back of the desk, but when he just sat down and was about to start the conversation, his eyes froze for a while.

Above the wooden desk, the free arcane energy in the air focused out of thin air, and was rapidly leaving charred dents on the table.

"thank you--"

Gao Wen: "..."

Before he could try to catch the breath, the energy that was focused out of thin air dissipated, leaving nothing.

Gawain shook his head, stretched out his hand and brushed it on the table, and erased the handwriting, and at the same time muttered, "It's hard to hide, so let's hide it well."

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