The Dragonborns departed, with a document representing the conclusion of formal diplomatic relations between the two countries, as well as a series of business plans, diplomatic plans, and plans for technical and cultural exchanges.

The official news of the establishment of diplomatic relations with the Duchy of the Holy Dragon soon appeared in the streets and alleys of Cecil City, in every province and city that could be covered by the new communication network of the Empire, on the radio of the Magic Net and in the newspapers at hand of the citizens, and became the talk of the citizens after tea and dinner in the next few days, and became the investment inspiration for the merchants in the next few months, and finally precipitated into the career of the Empire's consuls and clerks for many years to come.

As the days get warmer, the fields outside the city are already green, and the wind blowing from the plains and hills is no longer chilling, except for the approaching smell of summer.

A breeze swept through the open take-off and landing field, and the black dragon streaked across the sky and landed smoothly in the area marked with white reflective paint, the side of the black steel armor swelled, and the waste energy accumulated by various extreme tests was continuously released into the air through the lattice structure, forming an unstable and heat-rolling cyclone around the dragon.

When the cyclone gradually cleared, Rebecca, who was wearing a short white robe over the single skirt, and Sonya, who was wearing a pale green hunting suit, stepped forward and came to Maggie, who was looking down to check her equipment.

"Very nice flight, Maggie!" Rebecca smiled happily and said, "Especially the acceleration of the last section!! ”

"But I still haven't been able to break through the 'missile limit'" Maggie shook her head and said with some regret, "I feel like it's almost there, but the magic always escapes in the final stage of acceleration......"

"yes, almost," Rebecca scratched her hair, "it's okay in the Origin Lab...... Why can't you break through that extreme speed? ”

Sonya, who is from the Silver Empire and is currently the ambassador of communication between Cecil and the Silver Empire, and is also a consultant for Cecil's Flying Craft Project, couldn't help but shake her head when she heard Rebecca's words, and said softly with a hint of emotion: "The ultimate speed of flying objects...... It's also a problem that has plagued elves for many years. ”

"With the exception of 'instantaneous magic' such as rays or lightning spells, as well as 'pathless spells' such as curses and illusions, is there a maximum speed limit for all spells that require physical flight, such as missiles, fireballs, and icicles......" Maggie gently moved her huge body, lying on the ground a little bit, and said at a more comfortable talking distance, "The name 'Missile Limit' is quite apt. ”

"We elves are actually more accustomed to calling it a 'physical flight speed barrier,'" Sonia said next to her, "because it's not just spell flying objects that encounter this speed limit, and according to our observations over thousands of years, no flying creature in nature can break through this speed, not even dragons—all entities are limits, that's our conclusion." ”

Rebecca blinked, clutching her head a little in annoyance.

Testing the limits of existing flight technology in terms of flight altitude and speed, and seeking a breakthrough direction, is the next goal of the Magic Technology Research Institute in the field of aircraft, and Rebecca's team has carried out a series of tests for this purpose, and they are here today to test the ultimate speed of the Iron Wings - the results are as regrettable as ever.

"If you don't get some results, your ancestors will be angry...... At the very least, we have to find the reason......"

"Let's do it again," Maggie said as she lifted her neck and looked out at the already green wilderness and the more distant dark mountains, her tone rising slightly, "Fly again!" ”

Rebecca glanced at the other party a little worriedly, "Don't you want to take a break?" ”

"I've rested - the recovery speed of the Dragonborn is much stronger than that of you humans, not to mention that most of the time when I fly, the machines are working," Maggie said with a smile in her tone, "And I want to fly again - the Moon of Resurrection is coming to an end, and I see that the giant woods in the distance have flourished, and there is a beautiful scenery over there, I want to fly over and take a look~~"

Rebecca listened to the scenery described by the other party, and her mood immediately became happy (her mood is always easy to be happy), and she also looked at the scenery in the distance, with a happy smile on her face: "Really, it's green everywhere, it's worthy of the last week of the recovery month...... Well, let's test it again. Ah, I suddenly had an idea! ”

"Thoughts?" Maggie was startled by Rebecca's last cry at first, but soon remembered that the other party's ideas were always new and interesting, and suddenly became curious, "What idea?" ”

"Would you like to bring a magic net terminal that can record images and take a picture of the giant wood forest and the dark mountain range from the air?" Rebecca gestured excitedly, "You see, although we have dragoons, it is still difficult for ordinary people to have the opportunity to experience the feeling of flying in the sky, let alone know what the earth they have lived on for generations is like - you record a piece of it, and then we will send it to the Magic Network Broadcasting Center, Miss Jipley will definitely be happy." ”

"Magic Net Image...... Listening to Rebecca's brain-opening idea, Maggie was stunned for a moment, but quickly followed the train of thought, revealing a smile with twenty-eight fangs and a width of half a meter, "Good idea!" ”

……

On the Imperial Avenue on the east bank of the Gorgon River, a convoy depicting the insignia of swords and plowshares is passing between the banks and the plains.

"We're a long way away from Cecil City, even so far away that the magic train hasn't even covered it," the red-haired dragon seal witch Azalena said helplessly, glancing at Sir Gorosh sitting by the window, "If you really can't bear to, you should talk to Maggie more when you are in Cecil City—not to mention that you talk a lot, I mean the kind of father and daughter who sit down and talk about their daily lives, eat and play chess together, and get along like normal family members instead of meeting superiors." ”

"I ......" Gorosh withdrew his gaze from the window, opened his mouth, but could only wave his hand when he was near, "I tried......"

"Well, I can see that you've tried," said Azarena, shaking her head, "you've learned how to joke and chat with others over the years, and from what I know of you, your spending time in Cecil City with Maggie must have been the most harmonious between your father and daughter in the last few decades." ”

"Well," Gorosh said after a moment's thought, with a hint of helplessness but relief, "and she's willing to smile at me. ”

"That's courtesy...... Forget it," said Azarena, waving her hand in the middle of her words, "It's already good, after all, everyone's situation is different. ”

Sir Gorosh was silent for a moment, then relieved at once, smiled slightly, and turned his gaze back to the window, but not to the south, which had been left behind—his gaze swept over the vast plains on the east bank of the Gorgon, over the vast plains bathed in sunlight and breeze, the rivers and lakes with abundant waters, and the rolling mountains in the distance, between which smoke rose and metal towers glittered in the sun.

He lived in the imperial capital of the Cecil for half a month, and this half month seemed to have passed the most obvious stage of the seasons in the human kingdom - the temperature was rising, the vegetation was flourishing, and all social activities and construction projects were busy. When he first looked out the window of the car at the plain of the Holy Spirit, there was still a trace of the gloom of the winter in the heavens and the earth, but this time he looked into the wilderness, and it was already full of life outside.

This made him can't help but sigh: "The seasons in the human world are really obvious - the Holy Dragon Principality is almost always winter, and the two seasons here are like two worlds. I remember last time the plains were bare, and now there are farmland in the same places. ”

"Perhaps we should be more surprised that this was once a land that was destroyed by war," Azarena shook her head slightly, "We are passing through the main polluted area of the Ansu Civil War - the Cecil people are rebuilding here, the arable land and settlements have been built in the past year, and they are building roads on this side of the river to transport supplies and people to the reconstruction area. It wasn't just the changing seasons that turned the land upside down, but also the Cecilians who believed they could rebuild their homeland. ”

“…… Perhaps this is one of the reasons why Grand Duke Balogel thinks the Cecil Empire is worth befriending," Sir Gorosh whispered, after two seconds of silence, "after Gawain Cecil instituted that new order, the people of this country dared to challenge anything in order to live a good life. ”

Asarena didn't speak, but followed Golosh's gaze and looked out the window, watching the plants and streams of the plains retreat, watching some camp built by the rebuilders over the past winter disappear into the rolling wilderness......

……

In the distance, there are convoys passing by on the Imperial Avenue, and in the distance, iron towers, cranes and other engineering facilities can be vaguely seen lining up the riverbank.

Standing on the high ground at the edge of the camp, the tall man looked silently out into the distance at the riverbank, dressed in the gray-blue overalls that the rebuilders of the Plains of the Holy Spirit often wear, with white gauze bandages wrapped around his exposed arms, neck, and a small part of his cheek.

In areas that are not covered by the bandage gauze, you can vaguely see the scars left after the crystal cluster structure has faded, and even the crystals that have not completely faded.

The gray-blue overalls were issued by the engineering team, and the style was very simple, but the industrial fabrics from the Typhon Empire were of high quality, and if they were placed in the old days, the poor people would not have been able to get a new dress for a few years, and this kind of new clothing was already a great thing for many people.

The bandages on the body are to cover up and treat the "sequelae" left by the crystal cluster infection - although this terrible infection will no longer spread, but the scars and crystals left on the body still affect the lives of many healed, the imperial druids are trying to alleviate these sequelae, and now they can at least reduce the remaining crystals and scars on the body surface of the healed by half, and in order to cooperate with the treatment, the "bandage" has become one of the distinctive features of the healed in the reconstruction area.

Footsteps suddenly came from the side, and the tall, silent man turned his head to see a dark-skinned man in the same overalls walking towards him.

"Thirty-two!" The other party waved to this side, "Are you really here?" ”

"It's not time to go to work, is it?" The man known as Thirty-Two said in a sullen voice, "What else to do?" ”

"All you have to do is work," the dark-skinned man laughed and teased, "Are you too confused, you forgot to rest for half a day this afternoon?" ”

Number 32 was silent for a moment and shook his head: "...... Forgot. ”

"What are you looking at?" The dark-skinned man walked over and looked into the distance in the direction of Thirty-two's gaze just now, and he smacked his lips, "Oh, that's not bad...... The railway engineering teams on the other side of the river have advanced here, and I am afraid that the road will be repaired to Saint-Sunil before autumn......"

"Yes soon...... It took many years to build a road from Tarun to Solinburg. ”

"It's as if you've done it," the dark-skinned man glanced at his partner at work, then patted him on the arm, "Don't blow the wind here, hurry back to camp, there's something good to do this afternoon—I've kindly called you, or you'll miss it." ”

"A good thing?" Thirty-two frowned, and his face covered in bandages, scars, and crystals couldn't help but show some confusion, "What's the good thing?" ”

"Hey, what's that buzzword...... Welfare! The benefits that the top has won for us! The swarthy man smiled happily, "I won't tell you first, you come with me, and you'll know when you see it with your own eyes!" ”

As he spoke, he dragged Thirty-Two by the arm and walked towards the camp, who could only follow in confusion. They walked through the open space outside the camp, through the gates of the reconstructed camp, towards the large hall next to the settlement, which was a place where everyone could be accommodated, where the people who managed the camp would convene meetings to announce work plans or supplies, and a "teacher" sent from Pompeii was there to teach the workers literacy and arithmetic and the "social order", everyone was familiar with the Great Hall, which was the most important place in the camp besides the storehouse.

A lot of people were already gathering towards the auditorium.

No. 32 followed his partner, and followed everyone forward with confusion, he heard someone next to him chanting "magic shadow drama", someone mentioned "new technology from the south", and his partner finally stopped selling guanzi, this cheerful man, said to be from the rich woodland, said with a smile: "Today is going to show the magic shadow drama, do you know the magic shadow drama?" It's a drama that uses magic technology - drama was something that only aristocratic lords could watch! Now we can watch it too, and we can watch it for free......"

No. 32 listened to his partner's introduction and boasting incomprehensibly - he was sure that this guy hadn't seen the so-called magic shadow drama, and now he was blowing it to himself, and most of the time he heard it from others dozens of minutes ago.

But this kind of braggadocio is not tiresome.

He nodded cooperatively, a little in response to his partner's hard bragging, and then he looked up at the exterior wall of the Great Hall not far away, where many figures were shaking, and a large, brightly colored canvas seemed to hang from the thin iron sheet.

Thirty-two's gaze froze.

He saw a young man standing on the screen, dressed in old-time armor and holding a sword in both hands, with the dark and sunken plain behind him, but a ray of sunlight shone down and reflected the young man's face, and a layer of light was plated on the distinctive armor.

The painting is typically Southern in style—realistic figures, but also heavily colored landscapes full of abstract and subtle symbolism.

There are huge letters printed on the picture, and the name of the painting seems to be "Beacon Fire".

The person who created this painting must have been an amazing master.

The characters in that painting are really delicate.

(Kindly recommend a book, "Codeword Workers Save the World", the author is an old reader who has been with him since the time of Xiling, and many of the original readers should still know him, Lao Shen knows it - he wrote =.) =）