Sword of Daybreaker

The long and cold winter is finally over.

The fog that lasted for a whole winter finally began to retreat from the Great Plains of Olde, and the whole world seemed to be clear with the arrival of spring. The daily wind is still cold, but it is not like the previous days. Cold and biting, the snow begins to melt, the ice melts into flowing water, and the thin stream of snow and ice flows down from the black roofs and spires of Oldenan, immersing the entire city in a vapor— - Thanks to the new drainage system built more than ten years ago, these ablative snow can smoothly enter the underground waterway. People don't have to worry that these extra "streams" will bubble the foundation of the building, so the city will melt away. It is no longer an annoying thing, but it has become an alternative landscape.

The black carriage with the Wendell family's emblem drove past the Imperial Avenue, and the wheels made a creaking sound on the wet stone pavement. He was sitting in the carriage and looking through the opening in the window cover. On the scene.

It’s early in the morning, the sun just illuminates the street. At this point in the past, there are almost no pedestrians on the street, but there are a lot of civilians in the sight of the Duke of Dinantan. They wear gray flops. The thick clothes, the felt hat or the woolen hat, walked forward in one direction. In the cold wind of the early spring, these people shook a little, but they still hurried and did not stop.

"Women of the textile mill..." Duke Dinantan whispered, "Going out so early."

Following the housekeeper who has been with him for many years, sitting in the seat opposite the carriage, the loyal old friend explained: "In order to encourage the new factory, His Majesty has issued a decree, and the vehicles that transport cotton can enter the city in the early morning and do not collect taxes. The working hours of the textile mills are very early."

"Is it going to work an hour earlier..."

The old duke groaned and couldn't help but glanced out the window.

He saw more textile factory workers coming out of their homes, heading for the direction of the factory, and seeing the vehicles hanging with the emblems of the Empire and the emblem of the Industrial Construction Association rushing past. It was the big car that transported the magic net parts... ...

On Platinum Avenue, he saw an old warehouse that had been razed to the ground. The building belonged to Viscount Mori, and the viscount had decided to build a spinning factory on the land originally occupied by the warehouse; He saw a high-rise chimney emitting smoke, which is the new burning stone acidification plant that is processing the abundance of fertilizer that can be used as fertilizer...

The smelly smoke from the chimneys of the sulphuric acidification plant can be heard almost everywhere - of course, the Duke of Dinantan knows that this is just his own illusion.

The chimney is 100 meters high, and the smoke emitted will only dissipate in the sky, which will not affect the ground.

But the old duke couldn't help but frown.

Factory, magic net, boiler, high chimney, the hot "investment era"... It seems like it popped up overnight, suddenly it is everywhere, it seems that everyone is participating, it seems everyone They are all very happy.

The old duke who spent most of his life in the core of the empire has never seen anything that will suddenly develop like this. He thinks he is not a conservative, but these new things are coming out... Very uncomfortable feeling.

“Recently, even the things discussed in the aristocratic parliament have become a factory and a cotton bill,” said Dinantan, shaking his head. “The textile mill opened by the Viscount Hemir has pulled a lot of people to invest. ”

“After all, the fabrics weaved by the new textile mills are many and good,” said the butler. “I heard that Mrs. Mira also wanted to open a textile factory, but could not buy a machine – the machine was not enough.”

"I can see the fabrics they have woven," said the Duke of Dinantan. "It's still solid, but it's a rough one, and there is no taste at all."

The housekeeper opened the hand: "...but for the average person, that is a good cloth, sir."

The Duke of Dinantan frowned. After a brief silence, he could only sigh slightly: "Probably I am old."

“You are still an important pillar of this country,” said the butler. “The Emperor’s Majesty is in need of you.”

When Di Dinan did not respond to the steward, he just looked ahead, and the palace wall of the Obsidian Palace was already in sight.

It is said that a few special messengers came to the Imperial Capital. These messengers brought news from the southern part of the mainland, and their status was honorable. His Majesty’s sudden sudden call to enter the palace should be for this matter.

The empire is booming and everything seems to be developing at a rapid pace.

However, I don't know why, there is always a faint uneasiness.

Obsidian Palace.

This awkward palace stands as it stood there, standing in the center of this empire, even though it was only the "new palace" built two hundred years ago, but the palace's deep tones and solemn and calm style still carry a kind of As if to be able to stand a thousand years of dignity, when entering this palace, Judi Nan had some gloomy mood gradually settled down.

He walked toward the emperor's living room, and the crisp creaking between the boots and the marble slabs stopped his footsteps as he passed through the Nightingale Hall.

An old magician with a black robe and a gloomy temperament came across from the opposite side. An unpleasant rustling or creeping sound accompanied the footsteps of the old magician, and a young man who looked like he was in his early twenties. The female mage is behind the old wizard.

"Duke of the Duke, good morning."

The old Master stopped at a distance, bowed his head slightly, and his voice was hoarse, as if the vocal cords began to corrode.

The Duke of Dinantan nodded slightly with the restraint and pride of the top aristocrats, and politely said according to the courtesy of the great magician: "Master Daniel, Good Morning."

The two are about to pass by, but Judy suddenly spoke again: "Master Daniel, I am very happy to see that you are willing to return to this place - Ms. Windsor Marpel must be the same."

"I'm glad too."

The old magician and his students walked away, and the Duke of Dinantan watched the back of them disappearing in the depths of the corridor, and could not help but shook his head slightly.

Ms. Windsor Marpel's mentor, former member of the Royal Masters Association, great magician Daniel Fred, who was a talented high-ranking mage, but his temperament changed due to research frustration, promotion failure, self-exile No one can think that such a person who left the highest magical institution of the empire will one day be able to come back. In the recent period, this great magician has become a man of the imperial capital. He not only shines in the Imperial Engineering Association. It has become a guest of many aristocrats - those people seem to have forgotten the bleak look of Daniel Fred on the emperor's departure many years ago, just because they saw the amazing profits of the textile mills, they all swarmed around. .

The Duke of Dinantan lamented the ugly appearance of the little aristocrats in the face of interest, and then crossed the corridor to the front of the emperor's reception room.

After the briefing, the door of the reception room opened, and Di Dinan Wendell entered the room. He first saw the Rosetta Augustus Emperor sitting in the main position, and then the sight fell on the slim and tall. On the aliens.

Golden hair, pointed ears, more slender and softer than humans.

It is an elf, an elf from the Southern Silver Empire.

Sure enough, like the winds that I heard before, the Empire ushered in a special group of "ambassadors", but why did these elves come from?

It’s not easy for them to come to Tifeng – it’s half a continent!

Despite some doubts in his mind, the Duke of Dinantan did not show any unexpected expressions - he converge all his thoughts in his heart, and politely nodded to the elves, then came to Rosetta the Great: " Your Majesty, I responded to your call."

"Sit down, Judy Nanqing," Rosetta Augustus nodded slightly. "As you can see, we have some guests - these elves bring very important news."

Judyan looks at the elves - every elf is beautiful, and to be honest, blind humans can't even distinguish between their men and women when they see the elves. Judyan can only judge himself according to the clothes of the other party. The elf opposite is a lady: "Ms., I am very happy to meet you - I am Judith Wendel, the advisor of the emperor."

"Shiva? The traveler, the silver queen Belcetia's messenger," the beautiful elf spoke up - thank God, really a lady, "We have an important mission: the silver empire sends the most urgent to the human nations The warnings, the magnificent wall is not good."

裴迪南? Wein's eyes instantly condensed.

After a brief conversation, Judyan knew about the elves' intentions and the current situation.

These elves are to warn the nations of the world. They are observing the covenant of seven hundred years ago, even though it is a long time ancient thing for human beings, bringing the latest news about the magnificent wall, according to them. The exaggeration of the magnificent wall has reached an extremely serious situation, even exceeding the level that the Silver Empire can handle, and the disturbing change in winter...just the beginning of a series of catastrophic events in the future.

As the top aristocrat of Tifeng, Judyan certainly knows the barrier change in winter - any country that borders the magnificent wall can observe the change, and the three-day flash and sound make the border The people on the scene were very nervous. The western part of the empire even entered the state of martial law. The Winter Wolf Legion also sent a unit to the western border to guard against the waste on the wasteland, but fortunately all this was a false alarm, the worst. The matter did not happen.

Now the messenger of the elves comes here and brings the most disturbing truth: it is not a false alarm.

"We paid a huge price - the elf sacrificed 12 magisters and nearly 100 Ranger fighters, and the Gaoling Kingdom sacrificed a third of the full-fledged mountain corps, which successfully restarted the Sentinel Tower." The tile said in a calm tone, "But if it is damaged again, I am afraid that it will not be enough to fill in."

It was not a false alarm, it was a real disaster.

The bad thing has happened - it just didn't happen to the Tifeng people.

Judyan Wendell suddenly felt tremendous pressure, but he knew that the elf lady had no thoughts of alarm or pressure. According to his understanding of the elves, the other party should only state the facts: this fact does not need any Exaggeration is enough to be disturbing.

He thought about it and looked at Rosetta the Great, then looked at the elf: "What can we do..."

“We don’t have the ability to rebuild a magnificent wall, so the best way to do this is to strengthen the barrier before it is completely extinguished, set up additional protection, and relieve the pressure on the sentry tower’s core system to prevent them from being completely damaged,” says Shiva. “And this requires cooperation and help from every country around the barrier.”