Sword of Daybreaker

The lights and runes on the surface of all kinds of magic guide equipment flickered continuously, a low hum came from the magic net from the laboratory base, and a stream of light swept across the surface of the recording device not far away, and then Carmel arrived In front of young researcher Cohen Bell.

"Auxiliary equipment is ready, Cohen," the Arcanist buzzed. "Ready for the third connection experiment."

The young technician in the chair nodded: "I'm ready."

As he talked, he looked up and looked at the peas not far away because of curiosity, and squeezed his eyes: "Look at it while watching, this is the real use of nerve thorns."

After a period of getting along, almost everyone in this lab has become acquainted with peas.

Pea blinked, and she saw two other assistants approaching. One of them turned on a device next to Cohen's seat. It looked like some kind of terminal used to connect other magic devices, shaped like a cylinder. The rune at the top flickered, while another assistant came behind Cohen, pulled out the nerve thorns in the back of the opponent's neck, and pulled out a "cable" similar to the artificial nerve cord from the cylindrical device. It approaches the end of the nerve thorns.

"Awareness extension project, the third connection test, each unit pays attention to record data."

Carmel reminded the team members, then nodded to the lab assistant standing next to Cohen, who then connected the nerve thorns and the artificial nerve cord that extended from the cylinder-the nerve The terminal extended from the end of the thorns seemed to come alive at this moment, immediately entangled and connected with the corresponding structure on the nerve cord into a whole.

The next second, the pea saw the young researcher's body tense for a moment, and many magical guidance devices in the entire laboratory heard a whistling sound at the same time, with unknown instruments humming nearby. The recording device of the computer spewed out a long punched paper tape momentarily, and the lights in the entire laboratory also seemed to be affected, and began to become dim.

Carmel and Pittman nervously focused on Cohen as a tester, watching the other side forcibly calm down after the initial spasm, and restored their ability to communicate with each other. Pittman stepped forward first: "Cohen, can you hear me ? "

"Many voices ... overlapping ..." Cohen reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Pittman standing in front of himself. "Perceive ... confusion ... but it seems ... no, I can't control it ..."

With the last scream from all the equipment, the light on the top of the metal cylinder standing next to the seat dimmed instantly, the connection terminals of the artificial nerve cord and nerve thorns also disconnected by themselves, and the laboratory lights suddenly dimmed. , And a little bit returned to normal-and Cohen Bell, sitting in a chair, was already sweating.

"Don't move," Pittman pressed Cohen's shoulder, "check first."

After the temporary physical examination was over, Pitman and Carmel determined that the test subject was not harmed, and then Pitman shook his head and sighed: "Still unsuccessful ..."

"But it's 1.25 seconds longer than the last time," Carmel said buzzingly. "This time of 25 seconds is enough for us to record more data."

"It's also ... these data should have some reference significance," Pittman pouted, looking at Cohen Bell with a little frustration on his face. "Is there any difference between this connection and the previous one? What did you see when you finally broke? Anymore? "

"There is basically no change. After connecting, I can feel my perception is greatly expanded, but it is also mixed with countless intangible ... impurities. The information from the auxiliary equipment has not been completely converted into harmless control signals. It ’s become something I ca n’t understand ... ”Cohen frowned, as if he did n’t know how to describe his feelings for a while, and finally said a word that he thought was barely fit,“ something I could n’t understand. 'perception'."

"As the conjecture put forward in our last meeting, human perception boundaries will fall into chaos when they come into direct contact with 'unfamiliar cognition'. Our brains cannot understand how a magic net terminal 'thinks' ... this is not It ’s simply a question of brain-machine translation, ”Carmel shook his head.“ The connection between the nerve thorns and the brain is deeper than traditional artificial nerve cords, so that the barrier between the brain and the machine becomes more blurred. This kind of 'fuzziness' is currently the biggest obstacle. "

"Is it too early to let the human brain directly control the machine ..." Pittman touched the sparse beard on his chin, "but fortunately, the experiment of directly controlling the magic terminal with nerve thorns is still smooth ... this is also the period Time is not wasted. "

Pea didn't understand what advanced technical concepts Carmel and Pittman were discussing. She just lay on an isolated railing next to the experimental area, peered at her neck and looked at Cohen Bell who was sweating, her eyes widened: " Uncle Cohen, this is what you make me look good at? You look a little bit embarrassed ... "

Cohen Bell was hit harder, subconsciously pressing his hand on his forehead, and a researcher beside him couldn't help laughing at him: "Let's not arbitrarily-let a little girl laugh."

Pea stared at the researcher who spoke, and her eyes were full of dissatisfaction-she was about to become an adult, and it was the age when she was quite sensitive to others who regarded herself as a child. Then she immediately thought: "Who said that I was young Girl? I have two years to go to adulthood! And what is mockery? I just tell you the truth, Uncle Cohen has no opinion on his own, right, Uncle Cohen? By the way, Uncle Cohen is a little bit pale, yeah Aren't you sweating too much? Would you like ... "

The peas crackled in disbelief, and the breathless way of speaking left the parties with no room to intervene, so that Carmel and Pittman, who stood aside, couldn't help but take a small step back, Pittman whispered Muttered: "Why didn't we remember to give her a switch ..."

Carmel blinked twice, humming: "... that's it."

...

"Daughter? Do you already have a daughter?" The red-haired dragon descended in surprise, staring at the former head who had been away for 20 years, but soon she responded, "Ah, yes, already Twenty years, as a human being, this is a long time. You deserve to be married ... But thinking about it, do you have children now? Have you just learned to speak? "

"Ah, my situation is a little ... complicated," Byron immediately realized that his words were ambiguous, and he waved his hands quickly. When he wanted to explain, he realized that his fate with peas was so special, and his face was again I can't help but show a thoughtful smile, "It's my adopted child, already fifteen years old this year. As for just learning to speak ... that's because she has been a dumb person for many years."

"Dumb?" Asha Lena was even more surprised, and couldn't help being a little more curious in her tone. "Is ... healed?"

Byron glanced at Asha Lena, a pride suddenly appeared on her face: "It is a miracle brought by magic technology."

"Magic technology ..." Azarena frowned slightly, repeating the word softly, with a hint of thought, "This word has recently been transmitted to the Holy Dragon Principality, and it is said that ... it was the Cecil Empire suddenly The basis of the rise. A large part of our going south this time is also to see this new thing with our own eyes. "

"The new thing in this land is more than magic technology," said Byron with a smile and pride. "You have been away for twenty years, but you just missed all the upheaval. Now you just want to return to the south, believe me, Everything there will stun you. "

As he said, he held up his wine glass. In the crystal clear crystal glass container, the dark red wine reflected the light: "Welcome to Cecil."

Asha Leina also raised her glass, and the crisp sound of collision came from the air. After taking a sip of the fine wine, the red-haired dragon could not help but shook her head with a smile: "I really miss the time I was there In the cheap bar, the days when the big guys poured oak beer cups after cups and poured inferior beer ... the inferior wine that was mixed with water was hard to drink, but the glasses could be touched together as much as possible. "

Byron smiled, then took a peek at Victoria, who was talking to Sir Goros, not far away, and he moved quietly next to Asharena, and said in a low voice, "If you are interested, go back to me. After Winter Castle, I ask you to drink more vigorously-do we know Cecil's frost-resistant potion? Fifty-two-degree sauce flavor, drink in a bucket, that is energetic ... "

"Deeply looking forward," Asha Lena also brought her upper body closer, whispering with a smile, "But now tell me about your experience over the years. What is your adopted daughter's name? What is it like? child?"

Byron laughed happily: "She's a pea, but that's a good boy ..."

...

In the eastern part of the mainland, the night has shrouded Aldernan.

An inner court aristocrat in a dark coat hurriedly walked through the deep and secluded hallway of the Obsidian Palace. The light of the magic crystal lamp shone on his face, which was slightly exuding fine sweat, and the crisp sound of leather boots stepping on the floor Pillars and a door moved in front of each other, and finally came to the gate of Rosetta Augustus's dormitory.

The inner court guard wearing black light armor and holding the battle blade stood on his side and stopped the inner court aristocrat: "Lord Bomayr, Your Majesty is ready to rest, and you have no right to enter the inner hall at this time."

The inner court noble known as Lord Bomayr looked at the guard in front of him. His face was abnormally pale, it seemed to be tightening the muscles due to excessive tension, and more fine sweat beads were seeping from his forehead. Instead, the abnormal performance of the soldiers made the armed guards more vigilant.

"I ... I have something important that must be reported immediately to my Majesty," Lord Bommel said with open hands, with an almost pleading attitude. "Very important. This is really important. It may be too late. It's up! "

The inner court guard looked at the man in front of him, and nodded briefly after thinking: "Lord Lord, I can repeat it for you."

"No, I can't say it now ... I may only have one chance to speak, I must tell my Majesty ..." Lord Bommel grasped the hem of his clothes, as if being watched from behind by something terrifying He seemed to be using great courage to fight against a certain instinctual fear, but he still insisted on meeting Rosetta Augustus, "Please go in and inform, at least let your Majesty know that I have been ... ... "

The two guards at the door looked at each other with some difficulty: "Lord Lord, please don't let us ..."

But just halfway through the guard's words, he was interrupted by a voice suddenly coming from behind the door, and a gentle female voice with some kind of irrefutable voice said behind the door: "Let him come in-this is Your Majesty The command."

Hearing this voice, the guard immediately straightened his body and responded calmly: "Yes, Miss Diana."

Then, the gate of the inner court, which was blocked by magic, slipped silently to the sides, and the guard at the door nodded to Lord Bomayr: "You can go in."

Lord Beaumayer stepped across the door. Behind the heavy ornate gold-plated door, he saw a young woman with dark eyes and black eyes, a dignified and graceful appearance, but an expressionless expression on her face. Wearing the highest maid's dress, her eyes fell silently on her.

This is the royal maid head of the Obsidian Palace, the highest maid of the inner court, a "maid"-but here, this "maid" symbolizes part of the mouthpiece of Rosetta the Great.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Diana ..." Bomayer said.

"No need," said the Royal Maid indifferently, and slightly raised her right finger forward as she stepped forward. "Please follow me, Your Majesty is waiting for you."

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