Sword of Daybreaker

Of course, Amber's wild thinking can only be wild thinking. After the half-elf mouthful of the train finished running, Gao Wen glanced at the shame of all things indifferently: "Tell me, do you have any thoughts about what you heard today?"

"What did you hear today?" Amber suddenly stuck out his tongue, and muttered aside while shrinking his neck, "I feel that what I heard today is all terrible things...anything that will be immediately killed if you change the occasion and identity. Kind of..."

Gawain continued to look at the half-elf with a smile but a smile, until her expression became more and more awkward, and she could no longer maintain that kind of stupid appearance, until she had to speak in a low voice: "In fact, I've noticed it. The identity of'Extraterritorial Wanderer' is not completely bluffing..."

"I know you are aware of it," Gawain's mouth curled up. "Of course you will be aware of it."

Amber looked at Gawain steadily, her expression relaxed after a few seconds, and the usual careless appearance returned to her again. She smiled and said with pride: "Of course-I am the whole The most informed person in the northern continent."

"If my intelligence minister can't piece together the truth from all aspects of intelligence, then the empire's intelligence system has obviously encountered the biggest crisis," Gao Wen breathed out softly, as if something suddenly let go of his mind, he felt a little relieved , And at the same time curious, "But... do you think Heidi and Rebecca are aware of this?"

Amber tilted his head, then raised his head, toward the distant setting sun, letting the pale golden clouds reflect in his amber eyes: "I guess...from the day you walked out of the grave, they have not cared about you. Is it Gawain Cecil. Now, this question is even more meaningless."

Gawain looked at this half-elf unexpectedly. He knew that the other party's rough and leafy appearance actually had a very agile mind, but he never thought that she had even thought about this level of issues-Humber's answer seemed to remind him. What, he showed a thoughtful look, and finally put all his thoughts into a smile.

Everything that Gawain Cecil was familiar with has gone, and there are only a few people who can survive 700 years to this day—and for those active in this era, they only need to know today’s Gawain can.

This question is really meaningless.

"Speaking of, you didn't mention the **** of nature to the queen," Amber watched Gawain's expression change, and suddenly reminded him, "Aren't you going to say it? If the elf wants to join the theocracy, then this Sooner or later, the matter will be brought to the table—at least for a divine and monarchical leader like the Silver Queen, sooner or later, she will get in touch with the core part of the rebellious plan, and sooner or later she will know the existence of Amorn."

"Yes, sooner or later, but it's not the time yet," Gawain nodded, "At least before the elves formally join our plan, and before confirming that Bersetia can merge and control all the upper will of the elven empire, this The situation is not the same. The elves are different from ours. Their ruling system has been in operation for tens of thousands of years. Their royal court has long developed into a behemoth that outsiders cannot fully understand. Even the powerful silver queen may not necessarily Can control all of this."

Having said this, he paused, and said in a calm voice: "I don’t believe in Bersetia, but this matter involves gods, and elves... They have tried to use gods for the past three thousand years. Pull back to this world."

"Yes, if the existence of Julu Amorn spreads to the ordinary people of the Silver Empire, there may be some trouble," Amber thought for a while, and sighed in agreement, "When there is no clue. They can all come up with several "prototypes of gods" in a row, and now there are clues, I'm afraid they won't be able to bring you a "restoration of the ancestors" within a year, and there may even be those old guys who are still alive with prestige. Meaning, forcing the royal family to welcome back to the true god...This matter may not be able to withstand the Silver Queen."

"This is what I'm worried about," Gawain nodded. "After all, Belcetia said that five centuries ago she had wiped out an esoteric group that tried to summon gods-five centuries long for humans. For the elves, it's only five hundred years."

Kohaku opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but suddenly closed her mouth again—she looked at the corner of the street where the high-ranking messenger Sonya was walking towards it.

"It seems that you have finished talking with our Majesty," Sonia said in front of Gawain and bowed slightly. Of course she was very concerned about the conversation between the other party and the Queen of Silver in the past half day, but she did not express it. Show any curiosity and inquisitive attitude, "Next, do I need to show you the rest of the town?"

"No, just go to Rebecca-she needs someone to watch more than I do," Gawain said, looking in a certain direction in the town, "As for me...I have to see See other friends. Don't worry, Soldering is also among the guards. He is also a good guide here."

Sonya looked at Gawain and Amber beside her, without any doubts on her face, just stepped back: "If this is the case, then I will leave first."

The high-ranking messenger's figure drifted away, and the attendants and guards who were waiting nearby also received Amber's signal. Two magic vehicles came to Gao Wen's side lightly and sensitively. After one of the car doors opened, Sol Delin got out of the position of the co-pilot and looked at Gao Wen with a smile: "Are the negotiations with the Queen going smoothly?"

"It's not the same as expected, but it's as smooth as expected," Gawain smiled and nodded, and at the same time asked casually, "Should the Typhonians arrive?"

"Yes, just now there was a message from the resident of the mission that a Typhon envoy carrying the seal of the royal family of Augustus came to visit-Rosetta Augustus invited you to meet in Conference Room 7 in the Emerald Hall."

"Well, we communicated this in advance," Gao Wen had already expected this, and he turned his head to look at Amber. "Get in the car, I'm afraid we can't get off for a few days."

...

Driven by the magic, the right breeze blows through the flowers and plants of the southern country, bringing a comfortable and pleasant fragrance. The indifferent light at dusk is scattered into the courtyard diagonally, sweeping from the gap in the high wall in the distance into the bushes beside the path, leaving behind Down a light-forged track, flying insects passed by in that track, and a little light and dust seemed to be scattered under the fleeting figure.

All this makes the small garden seem more tranquil than ever.

The tea on the table cooled down again, but Bersetia did not let the maid change the tea. She just stirred the liquid that showed golden red in the sun with a teaspoon, and asked casually: "Which way are they going? went?"

"The direction of the Emerald Hall," the high-ranking maid Elaine said, bending over, "In addition, the Typhon's car was also parked in the open space behind the Emerald Hall-they should be planning a closed-door negotiation before the formal meeting. ."

"Really..." Bersetia seemed to be a little careless, "I don't know what they are going to talk about."

"Need to find out?" Another high-ranking maid bent down and asked cautiously.

"No," Bersetia said without hesitation. "We don't need such a small move. It's no good, it only increases the risk. No matter what consensus Cecil and Typhon will reach in this negotiation, its The results will eventually become apparent in the near future."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The garden became quiet again, and the black tea in the cup regained its calm in the slow rotation. Bersetia seemed to enjoy this rare leisure and tranquility. It was only a few minutes later that she suddenly broke the silence: "Ellen, about Uncle Gao Wen...how do you feel after seeing him again?"

The high-level maid named Elaine thought for a while, then lowered her head and replied: "Everything is as in the memory. I am glad to see that he is very healthy now. Your Majesty, have you noticed something wrong?"

Bersetia raised her eyelids, but before she could speak, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the garden entrance. An attendant appeared at the end of the path with a delicate wooden box in her hands. After getting permission, The attendant came to Belcetia and put the wooden box on the white round table: "Your Majesty, the envoy Cecil has just sent you a gift, which is given to you by His Majesty Gawain Cecil."

Elaine took a step forward and opened the wooden box, but it was not a precious rare treasure, but just a box of dim sum.

Belsetia quietly looked at the colorful pastries in the box, and finally a smile appeared in her calm and watery expression. She sighed softly, and said as if talking to herself: "Nothing wrong, Elaine ."

...

When more and more envoys from various countries gathered in the elven outposts on the border of the wasteland, the focus of the entire mortal world was on the northeast of the magnificent wall, in the imperial capital at the foot of the dark mountains, in the palace of Cecil. It looks much deserted than before.

The lord of the empire and the most noisy princess in the palace have left, and the Archon Heidi spends half of the time busy in the government affairs hall. During the days when the lord leaves, no visitors will come here. 70% to 80% of the movement has been subtracted from the house, which makes every corridor and every room here seem to lose a lot of vitality.

But Betty doesn't hate such quiet days-of course, she doesn't resist the excitement of the past.

The heel hit the marble floor, making a series of crisp sounds. Betty walked briskly across the wide corridor. There were attendants and maids passing by her, they would stop and respectfully salute the maid. , Betty always responds politely to everyone, and most of the time, she can also call out the names of these people.

These years of reading and study have improved her mind a lot.

When the attendants and maids were leaving, Betty could hear their small, low-pitched conversations, some of which occasionally floated into their ears-most people were talking about your majesty’s outing, or discussing the newspaper News, discussing the meeting thousands of miles away, they obviously stayed in this big house most of the time, but when they talked, they seemed to personally accompany your majesty in the negotiation field.

Betty couldn't keep up with their thoughts, but seeing everyone so energetic, she still felt better.

After completing the daily routine inspections, the "maid maid trusted by the emperor" gave a sigh of relief. She raised her head and saw that she had reached the end of a certain corridor, a door inlaid with brass runes Standing in front of them, two heavily armed royal guards stood guard dutifully.

She walked towards the gate, and the two guards bowed their heads and greeted her with a smile: "Miss Betty, good evening."

"Good evening," Betty responded politely, looking at the door, "Nothing inside, right?"

A guard immediately stood up straight: "No, everything is normal."

"Well, I'm going in and have a look, it's time to check."

"Of course," the guard immediately stepped aside and opened the door at the same time, "please come in."

Betty nodded, thanked him, and then passed the guards and walked into the massive door inlaid with brass runes——

Behind the door is a spacious and bright room, almost without any furnishings, but there are countless neatly arranged rune substrates laying on the ground and surrounding walls. Those runes glow slightly, so that the whole room seems to be Floating with a misty halo, the roof of the room can also see independent ventilation holes, clean and constant temperature airflow blows out, so that the entire room maintains a very comfortable and warm temperature.

The heavy door closed behind him, and Betty raised his eyes to look towards the center of the room: there was a special grooved platform, and a two-meter-high sphere with a faint golden light on the surface was quiet. Standing on the platform.

This is a "guest" that your Majesty has deliberately confessed to take care of.

Betty calmed down and circled the huge "egg" twice to make sure it was still intact. Then she checked the text and symbols displayed on a nearby holographic projection to determine the constant temperature in the room. And the charging device is working normally-she actually doesn't know how to operate these complex and advanced equipment, but she has completed all the courses in the General College, and even a small part of the advanced courses in the Imperial College. It is more than enough for her to understand the parameter reports in those holographic projections.

After completing all these regular inspection items, the maid let out a sigh of relief, and then she returned to the dome again, with an extra white soft cloth in her hand—somewhere on the surface of the dome. He breathed a sigh of relief, and began to carefully wipe its eggshell with a soft cloth.

The "squeaking" of the cloth rubbing on the smooth eggshell surface echoed in the room.

Soon, the dome was rubbed by Betty, the brighter and brighter, the surface even faintly illuminated the figure.

The maid was obviously very satisfied with the results of her work. She took a step back, carefully observed her masterpiece, and nodded with a smile, then frowned slightly, as if thinking about the problem seriously.

I heard that this is an "egg", but it seems that it is not just an egg. His Royal Highness Rebecca said that this is an important guest. His Majesty also specifically confessed that this "guest" needs to be taken care of... Since this is a guest , Is it better to say hello?

Betty thought about it carefully, and finally made a decision. She tidied the skirts and folds of the maid's clothes, and then bent down at the dome very seriously: "Hello, my name is Betty."

"Hello, my name is Enya."

Dome answered politely.