A black-robed figure flew in from the direction of the Shadow Swamp and landed at the Typhon checkpoint, and immediately soldiers and resident officers approached and asked the mage what he was coming to mean - mages who had mastered flying were not the same as those mass-trained "battle mages", they came from the Royal Mage Guild, had received systematic education and years of training, and were usually stationed in places such as the Transmission Tower or the Mage Guild branch, and this kind of person came in person, obviously for an important matter.

"You should stop that train!" As soon as the black-robed mage landed, he looked at the magical train that had crossed the border with chagrin - it did not enter a state of full acceleration, but moved on the railroad tracks as if it were sliding, but the border was an invisible barrier, and after crossing the border, even if the train was slower than a snail, it was something that the Typhonians could not catch up with, "Damn...... There may be someone sneaking across the border on that train! ”

The knight stationed at the outpost widened his eyes, immediately glanced back in the direction of the train, and then turned back: "We have checked, and there are only goods on the train that meet the list and the crew members who are registered. ”

"You checked it yourself?"

Looking at the stern gaze of the mage, the young officer Typhon was not afraid, he puffed up his chest: "I checked it myself, the soldiers checked it, I checked it myself. ”

“…… Well, I hope you're not wrong," the mage sighed, "Listen, Aldenan has an order......"

……

The train stopped at a checkpoint on the side of Cecil, and the soldiers began to inspect the goods on the train as specified, handing over the necessary customs clearance documents with the person in charge of the train, and they did it meticulously and looked like nothing out of the ordinary.

A commander wearing an officer-style fused sword at his waist stepped into the carriage and glanced inside.

Between the crates, there are many silent figures.

The Commander nodded slightly, and turned to leave.

The doors of the carriage were closed again, and the freight carriage was once again darkened.

"We're safe," a voice came through the darkness, "this is the Cecil checkpoint......

"It's going to take a little longer," Yuri whispered, "and we'll have to get to the White Sands station before we can get off the train—there, we'll be mixed in with the White Sands Mining Company before we can actually set foot on Cecil soil." ”

Wendy's voice sounded on the side: "You just used mental interference to affect the knights and soldiers who got on the car to check, will you show your feet?" ”

"No, that knight is nothing more than a low-rank," Yuri shook his head, "as for the battle mages stationed at the site...... The kind of mage who has been cultivated in batches can't see through high-level spiritual spells. However, the situation is different when Aldenan's orders arrive at these border posts, and they will definitely send more powerful official mages to inspect the checkpoints. ”

"Then it has nothing to do with us," one of the priests muttered quietly, "I just hope that the compatriots who cross the border will pass through the border smoothly......

Wendy glanced at the last priest to speak in the darkness, closed her eyes slightly, but did not speak.

After this train...... How many more of our compatriots will cross this border and go to Cecil under the rule of the "Wanderers of the Extraterritorial"?

As Yuri said...... Maybe a lot of people will stay in Typhon.

Although the Extraterritorial Wanderers are powerful, there are only a few archbishops who have truly understood and faced this power in the end, and in addition to the dream world, the Extraterritorial Wanderers are only an emperor of the mortal world in reality, plus the "loyalty" brought about by the deterrence of power...... It's always fragile.

The Order of the Eternal Sleeper, which has lasted for seven hundred years, is destined to be torn apart, and will then be turned into nutrients for the two human empires, where will it go in the future...... Who knows.

"Future" may be like this train, rumbling forward, constantly going to the distance, and what the distance is like can only be imagined for Wendy and Yuri and others now.

In the darkness, someone whispered to himself, "Cecil...... We're coming......"

……

The morning sun shone on the lawn in front of Cecil's Palace, the smell of fresh earth drifted in the wind, Gawain walked from path to path as usual, and Amber took a morning jog beside him as usual.

This is the most leisurely time of Gawain's day.

When the melodious first ringing of the mechanical bell tower was heard in the distance, Gawain suddenly said: "Late last night, the first successful whistleblower appeared. ”

Amber didn't react for a while: "...... Yes? ”

Gawain casually reminded, "The Eternal Sleeper." ”

As the person in charge of intelligence, Amber immediately understood what Gawain was talking about, and she subconsciously frowned: "So fast? Didn't we predict that it would be at least a week before someone would succeed in revealing the news to Rosetta Augustus? ”

"Now it seems that we underestimated Typhon's Royal Mage Society," Gawain shook his head, "and they have come up with a way to successfully interrupt the psychic network in a very short period of time, and even if it is only a small application, it will be enough to figure out a lot of things." ”

“…… Looks like we're going to have to deal with it sooner," Amber pouted, "I'm afraid the number of Eternal Sleepers who will be able to reach Cecil will be less than half as expected, but luckily there shouldn't be any problems with the core personnel and most of the technical data...... The rest will fall into the hands of Rosetta Augustus. ”

"Of course it will fall into his hands, and he will immediately begin to try to parse and apply the techniques of the Sleepers, and if he is open-minded enough, he will gather the Sleepers who have been intercepted in Typhon as I did, and try to dig them all out and stuff them into his Workers' Association...... Maybe...... No, he's sure he would," Gawain said in a nonchalant tone, "They may soon find a way to improve the teleportation tower......

Amber glanced at Gawain suspiciously, "Is this also in your plan?" ”

"It's not my plan, it's the inevitable change of events, and neither Megaor III nor I can reverse it, but fortunately, I don't mind letting things go in that direction," Gawain said casually, "As I said a long time ago, we can't expect our opponents to stay where they are forever, especially those like Typhon – it's bound to grow fast, and all we can do is grow a little faster than they do, and make them a little more potholes in their path." ”

Amber pursed her lips and muttered as she struggled to keep up with Gawain, "All in all, the most important thing now is that you, the 'mastermind behind the scenes', must be exposed in front of Rosetta." ”

Gao Wen was silent for two seconds when he heard this, and then exhaled softly, and his eyes turned into the distance: "Yes......"

"Do you want to do a good job of responding to public opinion as soon as possible?" Amber asked, "Typhon might play out about this—though I don't think they have any clever means in the area of 'public opinion'." ”

"Just look at the arrangement," Gawain said casually, "You should already be very experienced in this matter." ”

"Understood."

Amber nodded and replied simply, and then she saw that Gawain had no intention of continuing to speak, and couldn't help but ask more: "In addition, you interfered with the Order of the Sleeper, and the traces of your activities in Typhon's territory were exposed, and there should be other reactions from Typhon's side - the trade plan and the ambassador plan we just made......"

"Believe me, business will continue to be done, ambassadors will be as they will be, peace will always be always, and Typhon and Cecil will still be good neighbors," Gawain smiled and glanced at Amber, "as for private...... Anyway, we have never had a lot of spies infiltrating each other. Your MIA has been sending in excellent operatives, and the Typhon spies we've captured in the east and a few provinces in the northeast...... How many are already? ”

Amber rolled her eyes: "It's enough to build a city, and it's rich to form a mining group." ”

"Isn't that all there is to it?" Gao Wen smiled indifferently, "It's just the daily life of a big country." Of course, Rosetta Augustus will be more wary of us than before, and he should also make certain restrictions in future commercial orders, but what about in general? Behind the peace agreement, who really despised Typhon and Cecil - it's just that in the face of sufficient national interests, everyone has a tacit understanding. ”

Seeing Amber's thoughtful expression, Gawain just exhaled softly, he stopped talking, but thought of something else in his heart.

What he and Amber talk about is only at the level of two countries, but on a personal level, he doesn't know how Rosetta Augustus will feel about himself as an "extraterritorial wanderer".

Only one thing he knew for sure: he could not expect a man like Rosetta the Great to be genuinely frightened and nervous in the face of a so-called "wanderer".

It is more likely that the Emperor Typhon did not treat himself, the "ancient hero" who "rose up from the coffin", as an ordinary human from the beginning, and whether he was a human or a ghost under his skin may be meaningless to the ruler of Typhon.

Because Gawain himself has the same mentality-

The House of Augustus, who ruled Typhon, had been entangled with a "curse" since 200 years ago, and behind this curse, it was always reminiscent of the spiritual pollution of the gods.

Rosetta Augustus also has his own "little secret" behind him, and whether this little secret is related to the spiritual pollution of the gods, and which god is involved, although it can arouse curiosity for Gawain, it will not affect his dealings with the Typhon Empire.

Because the national interest requires so.

"What do you think?" Amber's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Gawain's cranky thoughts for a while, he turned his head when he heard the sound, and saw a pair of large amber eyes looking at him, "Suddenly the expression is so solemn......

Gao Wen felt it for a while, and casually said what he thought in his heart: "The person who sits in the position of ruler can no longer be regarded as a 'person' in many cases. ”

Amber was stunned for a moment, and then scratched her face: "Although I also think that your position is not done by people, but you said it so calmly that I don't know how to continue the conversation......"

Gawain: "...... That was not what I meant. ”

"That's pretty much the same thing," Amber waved her hand indifferently, then muttered as she took two steps to keep up with Gawain's footsteps, "I said you can't go slower?" Is this the speed of your walk? ”

Gawain looked down at his steps, and then at Amber who was trotting next to him: "I thought you were jogging in the morning......"

Amber's pointed ears immediately stood up, and there were even green tendons on the sides of the ears: "...... I can't keep up with you!! ”

Gawain: "......"

……

While the freight train from Typhon's empire was speeding in the direction of the white sand hills in the sun, on the banks of the Gorgon River, which had thawed and the water level was about to plump, on the vast plains outside Pompeii, another train was crushing the newly built tracks and speeding south.

The red-haired Azarena sat by the window, her eyes wide as she stared at the grass and relay piles that flew by, her eyes full of curiosity.

She had been to this human kingdom, to the southern borders of this realm, twenty years ago.

Now, 20 years later, everything here is new to her than she could have imagined.

It's only been 20 years.

The dragon seal witch retracted her gaze and looked at Sir Gorosh, who was sitting across from her, "Look, this thing is indeed much faster than the Earth Drake......

The beasts of burden that the Dragonborns had ridden had stayed in the north, and the traditional means of transportation had fulfilled their mission, and were not adapted to the climate, water and soil of the southern realm, and the Cecil had prepared more convenient and advanced means of transportation for their guests, and at first, Sir Gorosh was a little skeptical of these rumbling machines, but now it seems that Sir Sir has enjoyed it.

"I don't know how the Cecil made these things," said Sir Gorosh, with curiosity in his tone, "if they could work in colder places, it would be a good thing......

"But it's not easy to get it through the mountains of the north," said Azarena, "and there aren't many plains in the Principality of the Holy Dragon. ”

"That's a fix for the Dragonborn, isn't it?" Sir Gorosh laughed and said, "It depends only on whether the Cecil's skills are sold, and how—judging by the attitude of your old acquaintance, it seems that they are happy to sell these new things, as long as the price is right." ”

"I never knew you were a merchant, Sir Golosh," said Azarena, looking Sir Gorosh up and down, "and when you say the word 'old acquaintance'...... Seems to mean something? ”

Sir Gorosh was expressionless: "This is your delusion, Lady Azarena. ”

"I hope so," said Azarena, looking out the window again, "ah, it looks like we're about to cross a barrier in the mountains......"