Sword of Daybreaker

Andersa shook his head, throwing his bold thoughts out of his head.

She is not a believer herself (this is very rare in this world), but even if she is not a believer, she never really thought that one day the army and officials of the empire and the aristocracy above it completely eliminated the power of the clergy and the Holy See. What it would look like, this is an overly bold idea, and as a border general, it is not enough to think about this level of problems.

"We have been outside long enough," she exhaled, and said to the attendants beside her, "It's time to go back to the fortress."

As she said, she looked up and saw that the north wind was rolling up the empire flag on the tower in the distance. Three Griffon knights and two low-altitude combat mages were skimming through the sky, and further away There is also a faint pale blue magic eye floating in the clouds, which is the movement of the wizard sentry of Winterwolf in the direction of the plain.

After most of the God of War priests were transferred from their posts, instead of weakening the defense force of Winterwolf, they became more rigorous than before due to proactive mobilization and new patrols. However, this temporary reinforcement was At the expense of extra consumption, even if the empire is strong, it cannot be wasted for so long.

I hope Aldnan will come up with a solution as soon as possible.

With this in mind, Andesa and his two entourages left the bazaar and returned to the Winter Wolf Castle next to the town.

She stepped into the castle, walked through the corridors and stairs, and came to the second floor of the castle. As soon as she stepped out of the stairs, she saw one of her own soldiers standing at the door of the study waiting for herself.

"General," the soldiers stepped forward immediately after seeing Andersa appear, "with your letter-from Aldernan, purple Luanwei imprint."

"What's Matilda's letter," Andersa's smile appeared on her face, and she quickly recovered. She took the lacquer envelope from her soldiers and nodded slightly. "Work hard, go on."

"Yes, general."

After the soldiers left, Andesa turned and walked into the study. She opened the lacquer seal of the letter seal. She glanced at the purple luan tail flower in the corner of the paper, shook off the white letterhead, and the familiar handwriting came into view.

The beginning is daily greetings.

Anderssa relaxed a little, taking off the brown cloak covered by his coat in one hand, and holding the stationery in the other, and slowly pacing in the study while reading.

The letter mentions Aldernan’s recent changes, and mentions that the Royal Magistrate’s Association and the “Tiffin Communications Corporation” will jointly transform the Empire’s entire communications tower—the parliament has completed discussions and the royal family has issued an order. After all, the matter was carried out unstoppably, as Matilda predicted in the last correspondence.

Andes stood at the window, the sky near dusk was not bright, but the right sunlight was slanting on the letter paper, neither dazzling nor dim, with a particularly comfortable texture, her eyes were on Those Juanxiu's handwriting moved, and a smile appeared on the face that was always rigid in front of the subordinates.

"...I went to watch the "magic drama" which is quite popular in the circle of young aristocrats recently. What is surprising is that the thing is actually very interesting-although it is indeed rough and impetuous, it is much like the traditional drama. It's different, but I have to admit privately that that thing is more attractive than other dramas I've seen...

"But I also have to worry about it. After all, the celebrities produced by Cecil were designed based on Cecil. Many young nobles are already learning to drink Cecil's Carna wine and assorted teas. —However, only a few years ago, most of Ansu’s customs and habits were the targets of their contempt..."

Andes turned the letter paper gently over a page, and the paper made a fine and pleasant rustling sound as it turned.

This is really just a personal letter that explains daily life. Matilda seems to think of where to write. After talking about some changes in the imperial capital, she mentioned some of her recent experiences in studying magic technology and mathematical knowledge. Experience-Andesa has to admit that he has struggled to understand those things, but fortunately this part is not very long-followed by introducing other novelties of Cecil businessmen to the country.

Eventually, when the setting sun gradually became a little bit red, her eyes fell on the end of the letterhead, and she saw Mattil Dajuanxiu's handwriting extending there, outlined as a line of words:

"...Andersha, after you left the Imperial Capital, a bigger change has taken place here. Many things are difficult to express in the letter. I only hope you have the opportunity to see it with your own eyes...

"The times have changed, and many things have exceeded our expectations, even beyond my father and emperor's expectations, and beyond the expectations of parliamentarians and think tank advisers.

"The Empire’s market in the southern part of the continent is developing rapidly. The Kingdom of Gaoling and the elves are doing business with the Tifeng people. Earl Dyson opened the first offshore route and successfully established an outpost on Thassos. We Recovering those old colonial islands in the open sea, more and more young people went to the south and east coast to find opportunities there.

"A few years ago, almost all of us thought that the empire needed a foreign war. I thought that way back then, but it’s different now-it needs peace, at least at this stage, it’s Tifeng’s People are the greater interests.

"I hope you think so..."

Andersa exhaled softly, folded the stationery again, and after a few seconds of standing quietly, she shook her head with a helpless smile.

Once, the order she received was to monitor Cecil's movements, waiting for a decisive attack. Although this task was not successful enough, she never violated the order given to her. And now, the order she received is to defend the border, maintain order here, and maintain peace with Cecil under the premise of guarding the border-this order does not match her personal emotional tendencies, but she will still be determined Go ahead.

It is a matter of course that imperial interests are higher than personal feelings.

"You worry too much... I don't have muscles in my head."

After whispering casually, she waved the stationery in the air, the flame ignited out of thin air, engulfed a few thin pieces of paper in her breath, and only a few ash left in thin air.

The envelope was preserved-she restored the slightly creased envelope and put it in a small cabinet beside the desk.

The military has strict rules, and private letters received by high-ranking officers are unreservable. It is a hard rule to burn after reading, and no matter what the letter is, even if it is just a few pieces of white paper-Andersa never Will break the rules you set.

Keeping the envelope is already the biggest "favoritism" she can do.

Then she came to the desk, spread out a letter paper, and prepared to write a reply.

But before writing, she stopped suddenly and looked at the familiar table case in front of her. Andersa suddenly had some thoughts in her heart-if his father was still there, what would he do? What would he say?

My father is different from himself. He only knows how to solve problems in a military way. However, his father has a broader knowledge and a more flexible wrist. If he is a father, he can easily cope with the current complex situation, whether it is facing The anomaly of the Ares church is still facing the intrigue between the factions and nobles, or... facing the new and incomprehensible relationship between the empire and the Cecil.

After a few seconds of silence, the young wolf general shook his head and began to conceive the words with difficulty. It took her a long time before she finally wrote this letter to Princess Matilda—

"The letter has been received, everything is well at the border, and your reminder will be remembered. I am very interested in what you mentioned, but I will not go back this holiday-it will be next time.

"Anderson Wendell."

As night fell, the lights ignited inside and outside the fortress. Andersa took a long sigh of relief and wiped the sweat beads that did not exist on his forehead.

Father is a little stronger than himself-writing ability...

...

"Oh, Mr. Bard—exactly, this is today's handover order," a young technician stood up from the desk with the magic web terminal and handed a document with the form and personnel signature to the just left The middle-aged man who entered the room, at the same time, looked up and down at the other side unexpectedly, "Come so early today?"

Bud Wendel, who was wearing a uniform of technicians, smiled, took over the documents and nodded: "There is nothing to do in the dormitory, it is better to come over and look at the data."

As he said, he raised his head and looked at this "monitoring room"-the large room was lined up with several high-power magic net terminals, and two immersion cabins, which are still very expensive today, were placed in the corner. A technician is monitoring the data next to the device, and a low hum is echoing slightly in the room.

"You have to develop some personal hobbies--such as occasionally playing a card with everyone, or something," the young technician murmured. "Aren't you bored writing and writing in the dorm all day?"

"I like to write and calculate--for me it's more interesting than playing cards," Bud said casually, asking at the same time, "What's the gain today?"

"Of course-no, how can there be such good luck?" The young man shrugged. "Those signals are haunting and appearing as if they are all in the mood. We can only passively listen here. The next time we receive the signal, we know when. "

Speaking of which, he couldn’t help but look at Bud again, with a hint of curiosity on his face: “Speaking... I really didn’t expect you to be so familiar in the'listening group' so quickly, I thought you were only temporary Help here for a few days, and I will return to the Druid Institute soon."

Bud looked away from the handover. He slowly sat next to his equipment and then shook his head with a smile: "I am a little confident in my learning ability, and the monitoring work here is not yet for me. It’s difficult. As for the Druid Institute... I’ve already submitted my application, and my file will be completely transferred from there next month."

"Why?!" The young technician suddenly widened his eyes in surprise, "You are a scholar of three oak leaves, and the treatment should be much better than here!"

"...I don't want to deal with those things because of some...personal reasons," Bud said a little hesitantly. "Of course, I know that the druid technique is very useful, so when I was most lacking in manpower here, Joined the research institute, but now the technical personnel transferred from the Royal Capital are in place, and Ms. Bertilla is leading the new research team. There is no shortage of me as a general druid."

There was a slight self-deprecation in his tone.

"Okay, now that you have decided." The young technician gave Bud a glance and said helplessly.

He is actually not clear about the background and experience of this slightly lonely and mysterious colleague in front of him. As a "monitor" who was transferred from other places not long ago, the man in front of him when he came here It is already a "veteran" in the technical department of Sorin. He only occasionally hears a few words from the people around him, knowing that this man named Bud seems to have a very complicated past, and even once was a Tifeng...but these are just irrelevant gossips.

The young technician is not a person who is keen on digging up other people's past experiences, and now he is off work.

The colleague left, and the others in the room were busy with their own affairs. Bud finally exhaled softly and sat on his own work station. His attention fell on the holographic light and shadow projected by the magic net terminal.

The calm background noise forms a uniform shimmering "curtain" on the holographic projection, with nothing on it.

Bud picked up the small earpiece from the side table and put it to his ear.

The resonance crystal embedded in the earpiece received the monitoring signal forwarded from the Sorin Hub. It was a soothing and rarely undulating sound. It echoed quietly, sinking into Bud Wendell's heart a little.

It is reminiscent of the breeze of the Green Forest River Valley, and the twitching insects of Changzhi Manor during the night of the summer season.

Today's monitoring may still not have any gains, but this quietness is already the biggest gain for Bard.

...

"Visit Tallond... rest assured, Speaker Andal has already given this matter to me!" Melita said to Gavin with a smile, looking very happy (presumably because of the extra work you can pay for overtime) Earn), "I will take you to visit the iconic areas of Tallond, from the most recent hottest arena to the ancient poetry square, if you want, we can also go to see the lower city... the speaker gave I have very high authority. I think you can go wherever you want, except the upper temple and several major management departments.

With that said, she seemed to remember something suddenly, and quickly added a sentence: "Oh, yes, Nuoretta will also come, after all, she is the dragon family who has the most contact with you besides me. Remember her? Bailong Nuorei tower."

"Of course I remember," Gao Wen nodded and said as he followed Melita out of the palace of the jury headquarters. The bright lights everywhere beside the square outside the palace illuminated the wide road in front, a continuous light extending downward from the top of the mountain Then it extended to the direction of the city on the plain. The flashing and numerous lights in the city even gave Gao Wen an illusion of suddenly crossing again, causing him to blink subconsciously and turned his eyes back to Melita." But where are we going now?"

"Before taking you for a visit, of course, it's the first place to settle for good guests," Melita said with a smile as she looked at Gavin, Veronica, and Amber, who was a little dozing. "Sorry, Tal Lund does not have a palace dedicated to entertaining foreign envoys like the "Autumn Palace", but if you don’t mind, you can live in my house for the next few days-although it is a private house, my house is quite pretty big."

"Of course I don't mind," Gao Wen said immediately. "Then in the next few days, we will bother a lot."