Sword of Daybreaker

The night is drooping, and the clear starry sky envelopes the quiet Palamel Heights. The cold wind of deep winter roars from afar, bringing a low level between the high walls made of concrete and the support beams made of metal. With a whimper, the majestic and towering observatory stood on this high ground that had almost become the hot spot of the war between the two empires of mankind, and stood in this cold winter night.

The highly precise lens group is slowly returned to its place under the adjustment of the mechanical device. Several flashing runes are faintly visible in the night directly above the observatory. The night sky outlined between the runes is far clearer than the sky in other areas. There is a layer of color like a filter covering the sky full of stars. Accompanied by the low sound of the cold wind, another set of lenses and crystal arrays rise from the slowly opening dome on the top of the building, pointing towards the already Located near the highest point of the night sky Frostsky.

Inside the observatory, Morgan Hugo, with white hair and thin stature, gave the follow-up observation and recording work to his assistant. He walked towards the rest area with a little tired footsteps, and saw his best friends, Benjamin, the second person in charge of the observatory, is sitting at the round table, holding a publication in his hands, and his brows are frowning like a wrinkled cotton cloth.

Probably hearing the sound of approaching footsteps, Benjamin, who was frowning and staring at the publication in his hand, raised his head. After seeing Morgan’s figure clearly, the former court mage from Saint Sunil stretched his eyebrows slightly. A smile squeezed out on his face: "Ah, it looks like you are finally done."

"Every time Frostbite reaches the highest point, I have to recalibrate the lens group here. I don't worry about this. I don't worry about it. I don't worry about it. The main lens will break a little. I will feel distressed," Morgan said casually. Then there was a curious expression on his face, "What are you looking at? I think your expression is almost like going out to fight with someone."

As soon as Benjamin heard this, his face was worse than before. The dark-skinned former court mage couldn’t help waving the publication in his hand and complaining loudly to his old friend: “Thesis, a new article published in the “Magic Frontier” magazine. That’s a disturbing paper! Damn, you’re right, I’m really looking forward to a duel right now, and taking a shower with fireballs and lightning bolts is more relaxing than seeing this!"

"Ha, an essay can make our college scholars crazy to this extent. Last time I saw you showing this look, or after reading the "Explanation of Rune Logic" endlessly for three days and three nights," Moore Gen looked at the exaggerated appearance of his old friend and couldn't help but laugh. The wrinkles on his old face were piled up. He stretched out his hand, "Let me also see and see what magic power is in this text. You can toss a great magician like this..."

He took over the "Magic Frontier" magazine in the hands of the opponent, which is the most authoritative and professional technical publication in the field of magic technology, which is officially published by the Imperial Magic Technology Department and compiled by His Royal Highness Rebecca and Master Carmel. , Its circulation is not large, but every modern scholar who has a certain degree of magic knowledge and can keep up with the times is proud to own and read every issue of "Magic Frontier". This is no exception at all. He has been too busy these two days and has not had time to understand what is in the latest issue of the journal.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you, you'd better give your mind a soothing technique first," Benjamin looked into Morgan's eyes, reminding him somewhat irritably and narrowly, "Opening the "About All Things Behind the Attributes of Magic Power Fluctuation" "Basic Extended Conjectures", yes, the one that occupies half of the book, read it quickly, it is good for your mind."

"Is it so long? And what's the matter with this strange title..." Morgan muttered a little unexpectedly, and soon found the article that occupies the largest length in the entire journal, but he didn't even look at it. I couldn't help frowning, "This... the rigid and rusty grammar, the spelling that almost stepped on the pass line, the non-serious and irregular sentence... Is this really a paper that can be published in "Magic Frontier"? The diaries written by my granddaughter are much smoother than this!"

"It's not so unbearable yet, old friend, although the'grammar' of this article is indeed a bit rusty, it is at least clear and readable," Benjamin sighed and said casually. "The article The author’s words and sentences are like a newbie who is writing a thesis for the first time, but all the content related to theory and knowledge in it is extremely accurate and professional. This is also an important reason for me to realize its core value. You should read it carefully. The content is the most worthy of your attention."

   "Content?" Morgan frowned, and whispered softly while turning the pages of the book down, "Indeed, this part of the narration and parameters of the magic fluctuation experiment is okay, and here is... um... eh?"

The old mage turned down page by page, quickly reading and analyzing the content of the paper with the assistance of magic. The expression on his face became more and more exciting, and his brows became more and more frowning. Finally, he simply sat down. When he arrived next to Benjamin, he gnashed his teeth and looked down while shaking his body back and forth subconsciously. This is a habit he has cultivated for many years. Every time he concentrates on thinking will be like this, and Benjamin has already prepared tea and pushed it to Moore. Root hand side: High-intensity thinking and over-investment in reading will definitely make your mouth dry.

"This...this is an idea that people can come up with!?" Morgan couldn't help but speak before he finished reading the paper. He chanted and drank his tea, then turned his head to look next to him. Old friend, "The micro-foundation of all things is the wave or the'tremor unit' with wave attributes. Everything in the world has a unified nature at the'lowest level' of the world. The difference between matter and energy is only'wavelength' and'wavelength'. The frequency’ is different, and the magical power is most likely a kind of “wave” with the most special nature. It permeates the entire universe and affects everything. Therefore, the interaction of many magical powers and matter becomes possible...What is this?!"

"Look, I reminded you." Benjamin didn't have the initial excitement at this time. Instead, he was still smiling and appeasing Morgan. There was a kind of "Although the poor Dao is dead but seeing fellow Daoist" in his smile It’s so happy to die in the same pit" (though he shouldn’t be able to think of such a subtle analogy), he poured another cup of tea, pushed it over and said kindly, "You should calm down, you Is much older than me."

"You have calmed down at this time!" Morgan stared, and waved the journal subconsciously. "You have read it all? Can you accept this conclusion? Our entire material world should essentially originate from a certain origin point. 'A special tremor, the entire reality we perceive is very likely to be a very short orderly ripple in an infinite-scale shock. Magic is a wave, and matter is a wave. If you and me are flesh and blood people, if you take yourself If it is broken down indefinitely, then the most basic'unit' is also trembling, and it may even'interfere' with other substances at a specific wavelength and frequency! I have never heard such a ridiculous thing in my life!"

  "But you can't falsify it, can you?" Benjamin opened his hands, "The logic of the whole article is self-consistent..."

"Nonsense! It is of course self-consistent! It is a hypothesis derived from a limited number of phenomena and an'observation experience' that no one can verify! Assume you understand? It doesn't say it itself. I must be true, how can you tell me to falsify it?! Magic girl... Your Majesty the Emperor, of course it’s okay to make assumptions, but you can’t be so outrageous..."

Morgan muttered with a wrinkled face, as if he was so upset when he saw an absurd "folk magic research article" appeared in such a professional journal that he did not notice his old friend next to him. The weird smile appeared on his face for a moment, and then he couldn't help but flipped open the magazine, and quickly flipped to the end of the paper, while turning over and muttering: "I want to see what else is behind it... Ah! My goodness, can you see what this is?'This article does not need to cite any references', Benjamin! A paper, he dared to write that way! Who does this author think he is? Does he think he is the source of all laws? I am the emperor's majesty?!

   "No, I want to see who wrote this, and who actually allowed such a paper to pass, and it was published in "Magic Frontier". I must post an article to question the rigor of this paper..."

The strict-natured old mage couldn’t help complaining loudly. This was an instinctive resistance after seeing strangers break in and mess around in the field he loved. As he spoke, he turned the page to the end and was next to him. In Benjamin's increasingly weird smile, his complaints stopped abruptly.

  Almost all the names of the big names and surnames he knows in the domestic magic and rune fields are hung on it.

  And before those names, there were still two names he didn't even dare to think of.

   "Come on, have a cup of tea," Benjamin pushed forward the already cold tea, and said pleasantly, "I will go out for a duel later."

"I'm going to a duel with you, right now, are you waiting to see my joke from just now?" Morgan finally reacted, staring at the old friend next to him, and then he suddenly became nervous again. He curled his neck and looked around, lowered his voice and asked cautiously, "I didn't scold it too badly, right?"

"Thank you for your upbringing from childhood. The lack of vocabulary in the field of swearing makes your performance not too outrageous," Benjamin shrugged. "And to be honest, I think this paper has the authors' names It should be deliberate to put it at the end, but you and I don’t have to scare yourself too much, we don’t live under a high-handed and harsh monarch..."

"No, it’s not your Majesty’s name that I’m most nervous about...Although that also makes me nervous, I’m more concerned about the other one," Morgan still lowered his voice subconsciously, as if he was afraid that he would accidentally say something Words will touch some indescribable power, "Did you notice? That name is'Milmina'..."

  "Perhaps it's just a duplicate name?" Benjamin's expression also had obvious hesitation for a moment, but he still shook his head and said, "Don't think too much."

"It's not easy to rename this name...my old friend," Morgan whispered, "a countryman who has not read many books may still be able to name his own children such a name, but one can use it in " "Magic Frontiers" publishes this kind of paper, and at the same time can put those names at the end of the article, do you believe that she or her parents will not know which person'Milmina' points to?"

   "...Don't think too much, Morgan," Benjamin shook his head slightly, "The existence you mentioned has fallen."

   "Yes, it has fallen...but you and I have been in contact with the Theocracy Council's projects, and you also know the role of the observatory...we know some ‘truths’."

Listening to Morgan’s vague remarks, Benjamin certainly knew what the old friend was referring to. He sighed softly and his eyes fell on the unfolded journal. The name that was very familiar to all wizards stirred. His gaze was silent for a long time before he whispered: "Have you ever been sad when you first heard about his fall?"

"...Actually, it's okay. I don't think I am a devout believer, or that there are probably no devout magical believers in this world," Morgan sighed and shook his head. "But I still posted. I stayed for one night. I had never heard of that kind of thing. The first time I experienced it, I didn’t know what to do at the time..."

"I'm about the same as you," Benjamin poured himself a cup of tea, "but then... the theocracy was established. Just like you, I added a theocratic board to the lower level in addition to the normal public office. Started to get in touch with some news..."

  Morgan lowered his head and remained silent, only raised his fingers and gently brushed the pages of the printed book. After a few moments with his fingertips on a name, he suddenly said: "If this is really her, you say..."

   "...isn’t this great?"

  The voice of the old friend was smiling, and this brisk emotion made Morgan raise his head somewhat unexpectedly.

"We are very'close' to her this time," Benjamin said with a smile, seeming to figure out something. "We could only pray to her before, but we couldn't even hear the response. We worshiped a vain symbol, that symbol. But you can’t explain anything, but now you have her'thoughts' in your hand. What she is thinking, what she is studying, what she wants to discuss with us, are all written here clearly, and we can even take a look I can see that Ms. has a terrible grammar level. It is obviously the first time she has written something. It is very possible that her paper has been polished by someone..."

   "Hey, you are a little disrespectful to say that..."

   "Didn't you say the same just now!"

"...That's true," Morgan murmured with a weird expression, his expression a little confused, "Indeed, after reading this article, my feelings for'that lady' seem to be very strange... Learn and research these things like us? And she also asked our Majesty and Master Carmel to jointly name them..."

   Benjamin squeezed his eyes: "Then you still consider ‘posting questions’ now?"

   Morgan was stunned.

But after a moment of sluggishness, the old mage, who came from the Royal Astrologer of Saint Sunil, seemed to be aroused by some fighting spirit. He opened his eyes and straightened his neck: "Write, why not write! You didn't see the end of the article. Is there a paragraph written in bold font?' This article only makes a rough guess about the bottom truth of our world, and should not be regarded as any kind of judgment or conclusion. All scholars who are interested in this are welcome to comment on this article. Questions and discussions on all the content put forward. On the academic road, any rigorous and reasonable voices of questioning do not have to bow to any authority. "There is no such sentence after ordinary papers. This is obviously left by your Majesty and'that lady' on purpose. our!"