Chapter 954

Andersa shook her head, throwing the bold idea that suddenly popped into her mind out of her mind.

She herself is not a believer (this is very rare in this world), but even if she is, she never really thinks that the power of the priests and the papacy will be completely eliminated from the army, officials and aristocratic system of the Empire. What it would be like, this is a too bold idea, and as a border general, it is not enough to think about this kind of problem.

"We've been outside long enough," she sighed and said to the entourage beside her, "it's time to go back to the fortress."

As she spoke, she looked up and saw that the north wind was rolling up the imperial flag on the tower in the distance, and three gryphon knights and two low-altitude patrolling war mages were passing through the sky, and farther away. In the place where there is a faint light blue magic eye floating in the clouds, that is the mage sentinel of Winter Wolf Castle monitoring the movement of the plain.

After most of the priests of the God of War were transferred from their posts, the garrison strength of Winter Wolf Castle has not been weakened in the slightest, but has become more rigorous than before due to active mobilization and new patrol shifts. However, this temporary strengthening is At the cost of extra consumption, even if the empire is strong, it cannot be so wasteful for a long time.

Hopefully Aldenan can come up with a solution soon.

With this thought in mind, Andersa left the market with her two followers and returned to the Winter Wolf Castle next to the town.

She stepped into the castle, walked through the corridors and stairs, and came to the second floor of the castle. As soon as she stepped out of the stairs, she saw one of her personal soldiers standing at the door of the study waiting for her.

"General," seeing Andersa appear, the personal soldiers immediately stepped forward and saluted, "I have a letter from you—from Aldenan, with a purple luan tail flower imprint."

"Matilda's letter?" Andersa showed a smile on her face, and then she quickly regained her calm. She took the flame-painted envelope handed over by her personal soldier and nodded slightly, "It's hard work, let's go."

"Yes, General."

When the personal soldiers left, Andersa turned around and walked into the study. She took off the lacquer seal on the seal of the letter, and glanced at the purple luan-tailed flower in the corner of the paper. She shook off the snow-white letterhead inside, and the familiar handwriting came into view.

It begins with a daily greeting.

Andersa relaxed a little, took off the brown cloak over her coat with one hand, and held the letter in the other hand, pacing slowly in the study while reading.

The letter mentioned the recent changes in Aldenan, and mentioned that the Royal Society of Mages and the "Typhon Communications Company" will jointly transform the communication towers across the empire - the council has completed discussions,

The royal family had also issued an order, which was inexorably carried out after all, as Matilda had predicted in the last correspondence.

Andersa stood still in front of the window. The sky near dusk was not bright, but the right sunlight slanted on the letter paper. It was neither dazzling nor dim, with a very comfortable texture. Her eyes were on the letter. The graceful handwriting moved, and a smile appeared on the faces that were always stern in front of the subordinates in the past.

"...I went to watch the 'Phantom Drama', which is quite popular among young aristocrats recently, and it was surprising that it was very interesting - although it was indeed rough and impetuous, and it was very different from traditional dramas. Different, but I'll admit it privately, that thing is more engaging than any other drama I've watched...

"But I also have to be a little worried, the ghost dramas produced by Cecil people are designed with Cecil as the prototype after all, and now many young nobles are already learning to drink Cecil's Karna wine and assorted tea- - However, only a few years ago, most of the customs of the 'Ansu' were the object of their contempt..."

Andersa gently turned the letter over a page, and the paper made a subtle and pleasant rustling sound during the turning.

This is really just a personal letter explaining the daily life. Matilda seems to think about writing it where. After talking about the changes in the imperial capital, she also mentioned some of her recent research on magic technology and mathematical knowledge. Experience - Andersa had to admit that she struggled to even understand those things, but fortunately this part was not very long - followed by other novelties that introduced Cecil merchants to the country.

Finally, when the setting sun was gradually dyed a little red, her eyes fell on the end of the letter, and she saw Matilda's graceful handwriting stretched there, outlining lines of words:

"...Andersa, after you left the imperial capital, even greater changes have taken place here. Many things are difficult to express in the letter. I just hope you have the opportunity to see it with your own eyes...

"The times have changed, and many things have changed beyond our expectations, even beyond my father's expectations, beyond the expectations of the parliamentarians and think tank advisors.

"The empire's market in the southern part of the mainland is rapidly expanding. The Highmountain Kingdom and the elves are doing business with the Typhons. Earl Dyson has opened up the first offshore route and successfully established an outpost on Thassos Island. We In the midst of retaking those ancient colonial islands off the coast, more and more young people are heading to the South and East coasts to find opportunities there.

"A few years ago, almost all of us thought that what the Empire needed was a foreign war, and I thought so too, but now it's different - it needs peace, at least at this stage, which is very important to Typhon. Human beings are in the greater interest.

"I hope you think so too..."

Andersa exhaled softly and folded the letter again. After standing quietly for a few seconds, she smiled helplessly and shook her head.

Once, the order she received was to monitor Cecil's movements and wait for an opportunity to make a decisive attack. Although she did not succeed in this task, she never disobeyed the order given to her. And now, the order she received is to defend the border, maintain order here, and maintain peace with Cecil on the premise of keeping the border. This order is inconsistent with her personal emotional inclination, but she will still be determined. Go ahead.

It is a matter of course that imperial interests are higher than personal feelings.

"You worry too much... I don't have muscles in my head."

After casually muttering a word, she waved the few pieces of letter paper in the air, and the flames ignited out of thin air, swallowing up a few thin pieces of paper in her breath, leaving only a few ashes scattered out of thin air.

The envelope was preserved - she restored the slightly wrinkled envelope and put it in a small cabinet beside the desk.

The army has strict rules. Private letters received by high-ranking officers cannot be retained. It is a mandatory rule that they should be burned after reading, and no matter what the content of the letter is, even if it is only a few blank sheets of paper - and Andersa never does. You will break your own rules.

Keeping the envelope is the biggest "favoritism" she can do.

Then she came to the desk and spread out a piece of letter paper, ready to write a reply.

But before writing, she suddenly stopped again. Looking at the familiar table in front of her, Andersa suddenly had some thoughts in her heart—if her father was still there, what would he do? What will he say?

My father is different from me. I only know how to solve problems in the way of a soldier. However, my father has more extensive knowledge and more flexible means. If it is my father, I must be able to easily deal with the current complex situation, whether it is facing The abnormality of the Church of God of War is still in the face of intrigue between the faction nobles, or... in the face of the confusing new relationship between the Empire and the Cecil people.

After a few seconds of silence, the young General Wolf shook his head and began to think of the words with great difficulty. It took her a long time to finally finish writing this reply to Princess Matilda——

"The letter has been received, everything is fine at the border, and your reminder will be remembered. I am very interested in what you mentioned, but I won't go back this year's holiday - next time.

"Andersa Wendell."

Night had come, and the lights were lit inside and outside the fortress. Andersa let out a long sigh of relief, wiping the nonexistent sweat on her forehead, feeling more tiring than spending a day on the battlefield.

Father has one thing better than himself—clerical skills...

...

"Oh, Mr. Budd—exactly, this is the handover order for today," a young technician stood up from the desk where the Ley Web terminal was placed, and handed a document with a form and personnel signature to the person who had just left. The middle-aged man who entered the room glanced up and down unexpectedly at the same time, "Arrived so early today?"

Bud Wendell, who was wearing the uniform of the technicians, showed a slight smile, took the handover documents and nodded at the same time: "There is nothing to do in the dormitory, why don't you come and see the data."

As he spoke, he raised his head and looked at the "monitoring room" - several high-power magic net terminals were neatly arranged in the huge room, and two immersion cabins, which are still very expensive today, were placed in the corners. A low hum reverberates through the room as a technician monitors data at the device.

"You have to develop some personal hobbies—like playing cards and football with everyone occasionally," muttered the young technician. "Would it be boring to spend all day writing in the dorm?"

"I like to write and do math—it's more fun for me than playing cards," Bud said casually, asking, "Anything today?"

"Of course—no, how can there be such good luck?" The young man shrugged, "Those signals seem to be elusive, and whether they appear or not seems to depend on our mood, we can only passively monitor here, and God knows when the next time we receive a signal. "

Having said this, he couldn't help but glance at Bud again, with a hint of curiosity on his face: "Speaking of which... I really didn't expect you to become familiar so quickly in the 'listening group', I thought you were only temporary Helping here for a few days, I will be returning to the Druid Institute soon."

Bud looked away from the handover list, he slowly sat next to his equipment, and then shook his head with a smile: "I am a little confident in my learning ability, and the monitoring work here is not yet for me. It's difficult. As for the Druid Institute... I've already submitted an application, and my file will be completely transferred from there next month."

"Why?!" The young technician suddenly widened his eyes in surprise. "You are a three oak-leaf scholar there, and your treatment should be much better than here!"

"...I don't want to deal with those things anymore, because of some...personal reasons," Bud said hesitantly, "Of course, I know that Druid technology is very useful, so I was short of manpower at the beginning. I joined the research institute, but now the technicians dispatched from the imperial capital are in place, and Ms. Bertiera is leading the new research team, there is no shortage of ordinary Druids like me."

There was a bit of self-deprecation in his tone.

"Okay, now that you've decided." The young technician glanced at Bud and said helplessly.

He actually didn't know the background and experience of this slightly withdrawn colleague with a mysterious past. As a "monitor" who was transferred from other places not long ago, when he came here, this man was in front of him. Already a "senior person" in the technical department of the Sorin region. He only occasionally heard a few words from other people's mouths, knowing that this man named Bud seemed to have a very complicated past, and even once was a Typhon... But these are just insignificant gossip.

The young technician is not one to dig into other people's past experiences, and now he's off work.

The colleague left, and the others in the room were busy with their own affairs. Bud finally took a breath and sat at his own workstation, focusing on the holographic light and shadow projected by the magic net terminal.

Calm background noise creates a uniform shimmer "curtain" of nothing on the holographic projection.

Bud picked up the small receiver from the table next to him and put it to his ear.

The resonating crystal embedded in the receiver received the monitoring signal forwarded from the Thorin Hub. It was a soothing sound with few ups and downs. It echoed quietly and sank into Bud Wendell's heart little by little.

It is reminiscent of the breeze of the Greenwood River Valley, and the chirping of insects one after another at Long Branch Manor on the night of the midsummer season.

Today's monitoring may still not yield anything, but this silence is already the biggest gain for Bud.

...

"Visit Tallond... Don't worry, Speaker Andal has already handed over this matter to me!" Melita said to Gawain with a smile, looking quite happy (probably because there are overtime pay for extra work. Earn), "I'll show you all the iconic areas of Tal Lund, from the hottest arena recently to the old Poetry Square, and if you like, we can also go to see the lower town... The Chancellor gave I have very high authority, I think you can go wherever you want, except for the upper temple and several main management departments that cannot be casually wandering around."

Saying that, she seemed to suddenly remember something, and quickly added: "Oh, by the way, Noretta will also come, after all, she is the dragon who has the most contact with you besides me. Remember her, right? White Dragon Noretta tower."

"Of course I do," Gawain nodded and said as he followed Melita out of the palace at the jury's headquarters. The bright lights that could be seen everywhere beside the square outside the palace illuminated the wide road ahead, a continuous line of lights extending down from the top of the mountain. It extended to the direction of the city on the plain, and the flickering and numerous lights in the city even gave Gawain the illusion that he had traveled again, causing him to blink subconsciously, and then moved his gaze back to Melita." But where are we going now?"

"Before we officially take you to visit, of course, we need to settle the guest's accommodation first," Melita said with a smile, looking at Gawain, Veronica, and Amber who was a little dozed off, "Sorry, Tarr Lund does not have a special palace for entertaining foreign envoys like the 'Autumn Palace', but if you don't mind, you can live in my house for the next few days - although it is a private residence, my family is quite big."

"Of course I don't mind," Gawain said immediately, "Then we will have more troubles in the next few days."

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