Sword of Daybreaker

In Daniel’s eyes, the young Aldernan nobleman has changed too much now——

The former Viscount Hemir was full of spirits, young and proud. After grasping the first wind of the magic industry with his sharp vision and flexible thinking, he quickly rose to become a hot figure in the imperial capital, with factories and investment entities under his name all over Austria. Denan even extended to several cities in the central region. At that time, he was like a charged arcane crystal, emitting a strong light at all times, and there was endless energy inside, which was nothing to the outside world. Fear and withdrawal.

But now, all the light of the Viscount seems to be restrained. He hides all his sharpness, like an invisible hunter hiding in the dark night, he is curled up in his own "fortress" that has been deserted a lot. , Watching this world that is no longer safe for him with vigilance-it is not decadent, but it is not far away.

And all these changes are only the result of last winter.

Daniel sighed in his heart. Of course he knew the reasons for these changes. He also knew that Viscount Hemire’s performance now fits perfectly with normal logic, but this result is not what he would like to see—it has nothing to do with "private friendship". , The most important reason is that he has poured too much effort on this Viscount. It is not easy to guide and enlighten a little nobleman who was originally seen everywhere in Aldernan, who has no reputation other than being good at socializing and banqueting, to become an investment giant. The trust that has been established since its inception is even more important. A capital that cannot be replicated, if this Viscount falls down like this...the loss would be too regrettable.

"Mr. Viscount, maybe I say that. In your opinion, there are some'outsiders who don't know how warm or cold'," the old mage looked at Hemir, and said after a brief consideration, "but I think the best thing you should do now is to go out and go back. You are good at and active in the field, to expand the production capacity of the factory, to expand your own influence, to invest in the things that are badly needed after the war, and to revitalize the economy with the royal family... Let us be optimistic, you will find that now is a rare opportunity Great opportunity, Mr. Viscount."

Hemill looked at this old man who always seemed to be full of wisdom. After a long time, he said softly to himself: "Be optimistic... But for me, optimism is not easy..."

He turned around and overlooked the somewhat deserted street outside the balcony. The red wine glass in his hand leaned forward and pointed to the houses that have changed owners or are about to change owners: "Master Daniel, look at that house... A once prominent family with a history of hundreds of years, but they stood on the wrong team and chose to stick to their stupid'principles' when they shouldn't fight the royal family. The Obsidian Army took them away.

"And just separated by a wall, another mansion, an equally prominent family, loyal knights and generals, they stood in the right team, but they went to the front line of Winterhold-the crazy gods took most of them. Family members, now there is only one lonely old woman with a girl who is just ten years old. I have visited that child, and she has no idea why her family suffered such a fate.

"Master, let me admit that I am a coward — of course I understand your good intentions, and understand what you mean by "a golden opportunity of a lifetime", but I was really scared this time. Maybe we are not. I should live in this world too arrogantly, especially when I still have a title inherited from my ancestors and will continue to be passed on.

"Of course, I will still manage my current business in the Imperial Capital, my textile factory, rune foundry, printing factory, and plantation outside the city... They are now the foundation for my family and I to settle down, but I plan to transfer the remaining part. I have already identified buyers. They are very interested in the factories in the central region. After selling these industries, I will probably be able to sleep more peacefully."

Daniel watched Hemire's eyes calmly. After a long time, he sighed softly and raised his glass to signal to the Viscount: "Well, this is your decision, Mr. Viscount-everyone has their own ambitions. But I have to remind you that in this situation, the economy is in urgent need of revitalization, and your majesty urgently needs the nobles to express their attitude. The empire urgently needs more investors and emerging industries. People who are pivotal in the guiding industry suddenly choose to sell the industry and retreat to the second line... Is it really a good thing?"

Viscount Hemill was taken aback, his expression suddenly changed slightly: "...what do you mean?"

"I'm not as good as you when it comes to investing in factories, but in terms of life experience, I am somewhat confident," Daniel said quietly, "In my opinion, the royal family now needs someone as'wise' as you. The nobles show their attitude, Mr. Viscount—don’t think that the'test' is over, it is still, and always will be."

The young Viscount was stunned, the expression on his face finally gradually becoming complicated, his voice even a little bitter: "So, I am even guilty of being a coward?"

"You are not a coward, you are just giving up on yourself, and unfortunately, people in high positions are not qualified to give up on themselves," Daniel shook his head, "In addition, from your majesty's point of view, what he hates is not the ability to be dazzling. A strong man, because no one in this country is more eye-catching than him, and he is not a mediocre and incompetent stupid, because he does not need to waste a little time on a stupid. What the ruler hates is always out of control.

"Those who cross the line by taking credit for their own deeds are of course out of control-those who can escape on the fly also lose control."

Viscount Hemill's face became particularly ugly: "I..."

"I'm just a reminder," Daniel put down the wine glass in his hand and got up from the sofa. "Please consider your decision carefully, Mr. Viscount."

...

The figure of the instructor appeared outside the car door. The young female mage Mary quickly reached out and opened the door on one side, letting the old mage get into the car. She noticed that the expression on the instructor’s face was a bit serious, and she could not help but ask casually: "What happened? Is it?"

"It's nothing, but a young man will mature from today," the old mage said, shaking his head, while casually instructing another apprentice in the front row to drive the vehicle, "Go to the Royal Mage Association."

Mary was confused, but the instructor occasionally said something that sounded inexplicable and never explained it to the apprentices. She was used to it a long time ago, so after nodding, she refocused her attention. What I was immersed in before—a notebook was spread out on her knees, and the snow-white paper was filled with all kinds of marks. It looked like neither a mathematical formula nor a Magic style.

"What is this?" Daniel noticed what was on the apprentice's leg and couldn't help but frown and asked, "Where did you copy the graffiti?"

"This is a very popular word puzzle on the Industrial Engineering Association recently-it has actually been spread for a while, but we have been too busy lately to pay attention to these trends," Mary immediately pushed the notebook to the instructor with a face Seriously said, "Do you know Cecil's'listening plan'? Their antenna received a mysterious signal. These things are unknown symbols transmitted in the signal. Scholars over there believe that this symbol is some kind of The words, now that the Cecil Empire has announced them, any member of the Hope Alliance can decipher the secrets behind these words, and the Obsidian Palace has also issued corresponding rewards..."

"Ask someone who can decipher these words..."

Daniel nodded knowingly-of course he knew about it. As one of the actual Cecil technicians, he got the news from the internal network not long after receiving the mysterious signal on the Thorin hub. , It’s just that Mary’s authority in the neural network is not high, so she doesn’t know about it. The only thing that surprised the old mage was that the master did not hesitate so much when deciding to announce these mysterious "symbols"... How long did it take for the relevant information to be completed through official channels between Typhon and Cecil Is it shared?

But this is a good thing-since the information has been passed on through official channels, it means that in the future, he can also study these "mysterious texts" that look like graffiti. Frankly speaking, these mysterious symbols of unknown origin are still very attractive to a scholar, even if Daniel is not very proficient in cryptography and philology.

Anyone who sees this message can get cash. Method: Follow the WeChat public account [Kanwen Base].

Some thoughts quickly turned in his mind, and the old mage's gaze fell on Mary's notebook again. After seeing the dense marks left by the apprentice, he still couldn't help frowning: "You wrote so many marks. ......Did you find something?"

Mary scratched her hair a little embarrassedly, her black hair that was a bit messy suddenly became more messy: "I'm sorry, mentor, I...I don't know enough about text and passwords. The so-called research is just a brainstorm. It's just casual writing and drawing, and there is no progress so far."

"This is normal. If a layman like you can get any results in a morning's research, then the experts and scholars who have invested and cultivated above may all jump off the city wall collectively." Daniel casually sneered and looked away. I just scanned the appearance of the apprentice at the moment-wearing a robe that has not been changed for a long time, or an old-style robe that is not very beautiful. The hair is randomly **** by a simple head rope. I am afraid that the loose hair There are a few more strands of hair than tied up. She doesn’t have makeup, and she doesn’t know how to make up. And because she often stays up late to read, her eyes are faintly bloodshot.

This is his most talented apprentice, and the apprentice who has followed him for the longest time... However, it seems that until this moment, he really paid attention to the appearance of this young girl in life.

"Tutor?" Mary noticed the old mage's gaze, and suddenly became a little nervous, "I...Is something wrong with me?"

"Instead of spending so much energy in areas that you are not good at at all, you might as well pay attention to your own image like a normal woman," Daniel said casually, but at the same time wondering if this is something you can say. The words that came out, and a certain word that the master often said to others on weekdays naturally appeared in his heart, "You are not too young..."

Mary was shocked immediately: "Guide...Tutor?"

"It's nothing, I just mentioned it casually," Daniel waved his hand immediately, but couldn't help saying more, "I just thought of Windsor... Don't be like her."

President of the Royal Society of Mages, Ms. Windsor Mapel?

Mary stayed for a while, and suddenly remembered that the great man was actually one of the mentor’s apprentices, and as such a young legendary transcendent, her talent obviously surpassed her, even though the mentor was no longer apparent. Acknowledge the apprenticeship of the other party, but in the eyes of outsiders, this relationship between master and apprentice cannot be denied after all.

Such a good person...Why would the tutor suddenly say that he should not be like her?

The young female mage was once again confused, and vaguely, she seemed to hear her instructor say to herself: "I'm forty, but I haven't married yet..."

...

In the neat, bright and extremely spacious magic experiment field, Windsor Mapel, who was directing the scene, suddenly sneezed firmly.

Waved to let the assistant on the side continue to work, she casually released a dozen or so instant healing spells, strengthening the body, blessing, cursing, and resistance spells. After confirming that there were no problems with her body, her attention resumed. Back to the round platform in the center of the indoor test field.

In the focus of the light, the surface of the round table full of mysterious runes at that moment is emitting a slight brilliance. Inside an energy shield with powerful protective power, there are irregular iron-gray metal fragments floating there, and the iron-gray fragments are obvious. It is a part of a larger-scale metal structure with traces of being torn and shattered by violence. On several major fractures, some dim glow is still spontaneously escaping from the fragments, as if there is life. Wandering around those fractures, bright and extinguished.

This striking feature shows one thing: this seemingly ordinary metal fragment is nothing ordinary.

In fact, it is really unusual-this thing is one of the armor fragments scattered on the ground after the fall of the God of War, and considering that the body of the God of War is just a hollow armor, this fragment can even be considered to be a **** in essence." Body debris".

At this moment, more than a dozen royal mages in robes are busy around the fragments. The complex structure of the magic circle is floating in the air around the platform, and there are many altarpieces inlaid with crystals, magic stones and precious magic metal. The devices surround the platform, each monitoring and suppressing the various forces emanating from the debris.

"President Windsor," a mage wearing a dark blue gold-patterned robe flew over from the platform and landed in front of Windsor Mapel. "It can be confirmed that this fragment should come from the helmet of the God of War. And the energy released from the debris fluctuates smoothly, and it can indeed be used as a kind of guiding medium."

Windsor Mapel nodded with a solemn expression: "Guide... how is its directional resonance?"

"We have indeed observed directional resonance-after placing it in an extremely pure arcane circulation, the fragment will try to confine and transmit energy to a dimension that we cannot yet observe. In theory, if The strength of this arcane circulation is high enough that we can use this process to open a rift...even a stable door."