Realm of Power

In the dark room, the cold winter sunshine shines in from the light yellow pear wood pattern partition, and the breeze blows the curtains, revealing the snowy earth walls outside. Everything looks so calm, and the romantic beauty of Salander exudes from the outside. Compared with the winter, the atmosphere in the room seemed very solemn, and the sound of heavy discussions could be faintly heard. In the middle of the room, several figures of different heights were sitting around an iron box, seeming to be whispering. What are you wearing

"This is the last one. Others have been tried." Bao Jialuo, a student from the Imperial School, placed his hand on the button of the iron box in the middle with a slight tremor. His bloodshot eyes glanced at the equally nervous colleagues next to him.

"If we fail to complete the task assigned by His Majesty, if we are on the battlefield, are we considered losers?" Another student sitting on his right hesitated for a moment, gritted his teeth and said, "If you bring such a record, What shame do we have to go back? No matter what, we need to give it a try." A tall young student sitting on his left also had a worried look on his face. No one else around him answered him, but his face The expression indicates that more than one person has this idea,

Falcon soldiers regard glory as their top priority, and the students who were sent to His Majesty Falcon value glory more than life. Whether they can open this box is not important, but the record of mission failure caused by it is enough to make them Feeling like being nailed to the cross of humiliation will also have a very fatal impact on whether they can graduate normally.

"Come on, I've sent Anke to invite your majesty."

The last speaker sat opposite him. A middle-aged man wearing a golden brochure on his shoulder was among several people. His expression was the calmest, but also the most solemn. He was Ian, the adjutant leader of this group of students. Facing the puzzled looks of the young students, Ian smiled bitterly.

"As a soldier, you must have the courage to face any difficulties. Even if you know that there is a desperate situation ahead, you will move forward without hesitation. This is our last chance. If we fail, everyone will be charged with dishonor. Instead of In this case, it is better to let me carry it alone. If it succeeds, I think this first-class achievement will be of great significance to your future employment. It is my responsibility as the chief officer to make you the pillars the empire needs. I don’t want to see the students I brought out as just a group of cowards who dare not face difficulties.

"Sir Ian..." The eyes of the young adjutants turned red. Most of them were Ding, who was about to graduate from the imperial school. This time he was assigned to be a trainee adjutant here. At first, everyone was cold to this. The disabled adjutant general was very dissatisfied.

"Well, with such sentimentality, are you still the future Falcon soldiers?" Looking at the students' expressions, Ian scolded him with a cold face, "Don't worry, if His Majesty wants someone to die to apologize, I will be the first one." , let’s get started anyway.”

"Try your best and never give up until the last moment. This can be considered a test for your graduation ceremony." Deputy Chief Ian showed a relieved smile to his subordinates and patted Bao Jialuo's shoulder with his hand. He knew what these six small numbers meant to these young lieutenants who did not even know the most basic statistics.

Moreover, it is the first time for these confident young people to face the mission assigned by His Majesty Falcon. For their young and yearning hearts, whether they can open this box is different from the first time they go to the battlefield to blow the whistle. The bugle, for any soldier, is the most unforgettable memory. It is just a number. The young students did not pay attention to it at first, thinking that it could be done in half a day at most, but the actual situation is that the box The password seems very simple, but it is not very easy to find the corresponding number arrangement.

In this era where there are no mathematical equations, the trainees who are trained as officers can only use the most primitive method to record every arrangement, constantly changing the order of the numbers, and constantly experiencing disappointment. During these three days , there are only six numbers rolling around in everyone’s mind, and now it’s finally the last moment

"Then...I'll start." Bao Jialuo took a deep breath. Under the eyes of everyone, his nervous fingers trembled slightly and pressed the corresponding numbers on the black box one by one in order. When the last one Press the numbers in, and the surface of the black box will be the same as hundreds of previous experiments.

No reaction

"No, it's impossible, how could this happen?" After a while, the student in charge of pressing the numbers, Bao Jialuo, sat down in pain. He felt that he had failed everyone's expectations. The situation in front of him made everyone's expressions suddenly change. I feel so gray and my body is so stiff,

"It has nothing to do with you. All the permutations have been tried." After looking at the painful Bao Jialuo, the adjutant Ian showed a trace of calmness. "If it is not even this number, it can only prove that in hundreds of years , the secret key of the box has been broken, so no matter how hard we try, we will definitely not be able to open it.

No one moved. It seemed that even the air was frozen. It was bitingly cold, far colder than outside.

"Okay, everyone, it's over. We have tried our best." Ian stood up from his seat and persuaded everyone around him. "I will explain it to His Majesty personally. No matter what the consequences are, I will bear them all. You can do it." I graduated successfully. I happen to know your teacher. We have fought together and are like brothers. He will give me this face."

"No, sir, this responsibility should be the responsibility of all of us and cannot be borne by you alone..." The students also stood up together, reflecting the responsibility of the future emperor.

"Okay, that's it, you know?" Ian's eyes flashed with relief, and he said with determination on his face, "You are still young, and the empire needs your youth and blood. If you become an officer one day, remember what happened today. Never give up until the last moment”

"Sir..." The students raised their heads neatly. Just when everyone felt that there was no hope, there was a clicking sound mixed with metal friction and coming from inside the black box.

"This is......"

Everyone's faces were stunned for a moment. Several haggard-looking Imperial students looked at each other. Right in front of their eyes, the three rows of six buttons on the black box that had just been sunken into suddenly suddenly changed from the button they had pressed. The grooves came out neatly, and there were obvious changes on the surface of the box.

Several hidden buckles used for fixation rotate left and right at the same time. Like magic, they eventually form a pattern like starlight scattering in all directions. This unique pattern makes everyone's eyes light up. It's like coming back from the dead. The feeling of return caused a layer of blush to appear on their haggard and abnormal faces.

"I think we can graduate successfully."

A student walked towards the iron box tremblingly. His idea was basically the same as the others. If he wanted to know whether he succeeded, just see if he could open the iron box. His hands trembled and he pulled open the edge of the lid. A tightly closed iron box was slightly loosened, and as the dust fell from the gap, a thin black slit was revealed.

Lieutenant-General Ian also held down a big hand from behind. He said with a serious expression, "Okay, that's enough. Remember the other thing. It is always His Majesty's right to open the box in the end. Although I really want to know." There is something here, but think about it, because of this, tens of thousands of punks were exterminated. It shows that your majesty attaches great importance to this thing and your curiosity may kill many people."

"Haha, it's just a moment of excitement, don't be so serious." His words made the student retract his hand in fright, as if the open slit bit his finger.

"Your Majesty!" The voice of the guard on duty came from the corridor at the door. Everyone subconsciously stood at attention, and then watched His Majesty Falcon walk in from the outside with a solemn face. His eyes immediately fell on the iron box, as if No one else was found to be abnormal, and everyone couldn't help but secretly let out a sigh of relief.

The fat man waved to a few students standing next to the box, then went straight to the iron box, looked at the starlight coat of arms on the lid, and grinned slightly. Starlight was the only one among the Salander nobles. Only the Felan family is qualified to use it, and the prophet values ​​​​it so much The things must not be ordinary things. With a bit of uncontrollable excitement, the fat man stretched out his hand and opened the box in front of him. He looked inside with hope. It was a very thick pile. It turned out to be an unknown thing. of animal skin paper, pick up the first one on it,

A trace of astonishment flashed across the fat man's face, and then he picked up a piece of animal skin paper in the box. His expression changed, and he was suddenly dumbfounded.

"Is there any of you who can analyze the Salander script hundreds of years ago?" The fat man raised his head, with an expression on his face as if he had swallowed a toad alive. The students shook their heads in unison. All the imperial students came from In the Ikadiva continent, except for some middle and low-level officers in the Southern Army who are Salanders, basically no one can decipher such complicated and obscure writing.

The Salander writings hundreds of years ago always adhered to the elegant writing style of being as complicated as a corolla. Seeing the fat man, he felt dizzy.

It's great to be able to do this, but I'm asking for too much

The fat man smiled sheepishly. Except for the first few pictures, which were sketches of some kind of machinery, the others were all large blue text.

According to his visual judgment, these animal skin remnants are most likely to be the diary of Prophet Feran.

He put down the animal skin in his hand, waved to several students, and said, "You are excellent, I will personally write graduation comments for you."