The construction of the camp should be done slowly, although Gawain also wrote a lot of systems and plans, and even had a draft of the plan for the next expansion and improvement of the camp into a permanent residence, but these things are not something that can be achieved overnight - considering the knowledge level of most people in this era, the literacy rate of civilians and serfs is zero, knights can only do basic reading and writing, and the warriors (non-serf soldiers) trained by the family can only write their names clearly and figure out the number within a hundred, So a lot of things have to be done slowly.

What's more, there are no manpower here yet, and the current Cecil collar can't support many people.

Deeply aware of this fact, Gawain returned to his tent and sat down at his desk.

This desk is arguably one of the few finished pieces of furniture that the team has brought from Tanzanian Town, and it may be a few days before the carpenters can make the first pieces of furniture from the wood obtained from the forests to the west - the wood used to make furniture is not too much to make like a simple board house, so having a table is considered Gawain's greatest benefit as the lord of this place.

A slightly messy pile of paper was spread out on the desk, filled with all sorts of things: construction plans, material counts, sketches of the camp, and a rough plan for future construction, including walls, docks, settlements, production areas, arable land, and so on, with ink, dipping pens, pencils, and a wooden ruler on one side of the desk, and an amber on the other side of the desk.

Gawain stepped forward and took Amber's collar and slipped her aside, the half-elf girl was not awake when she was picked up, but as soon as she was halfway mentioned, she exclaimed, and then turned into a shadow and disappeared into Gawain's hand, and regrouped her body not far away.

"You scared me!!" Amber came to her senses and glared at Gawain with anger on her face, "I thought there was an earthquake!" ”

Gawain looked at this guy and felt angry and funny: "Let you look at the things in the tent, you just watch the door?" ”

Amber's face was stern: "My whole body is on these ghost talismans of yours, okay!" ”

Gawain glanced down at the table and glanced up at Amber, "You're still drooling over it?!" ”

"Who can control it when you're asleep," Amber muttered, then curiously watched as Gawain sat down at his desk, rubbed it over and leaned over again, "What are you going to do?" You're going to start drawing your ghost symbols again? ”

"It's not a ghost drawing, it's a plan, it's a plan, it's a construction drawing," Gawain was very troubled by this unlearned half-elf, "these things are the basics of the camp - that's why I specifically let you look at them." ”

Amber picked up a piece of paper with symbols and numbers and looked at it for a long time, then pouted: "What a mess, I can't understand it at all." ”

Gawain looked at the other party helplessly: "You took it backwards." ”

Amber looked innocent: "I haven't seen any of your drawings or anything, it's even more difficult than magic formulas, how can I figure out the pros and cons!" ”

"So you need to learn, knowledge is something that is very important." Gawain sighed, he was not surprised that Amber couldn't understand these things: a little thief, who had not received an orthodox education since he was a child, and learned a set of skills to steal chickens and dogs under the guidance of his adoptive father and master, coupled with an inexplicable shadow affinity and talent, she was enough to wander around and adventure in this world, and for her, learning culture had neither this condition nor this need, so Amber's cultural level was actually only up to being able to read and write basically, And the drawings he drew not only had a bunch of strange terms on them, but also carried all kinds of data and shorthand marks, which were thrown to Hetty for fear that the other party would be confused......

Thinking of Hetty, Gawain looked into Amber's eyes: "I asked you to learn more from Rebecca or Hetty in your spare time, it seems that you didn't take it to heart at all." ”

"That's boring, and I don't like dealing with nobles," Amber rolled her eyes, "besides, your great beauty was ...... My great-granddaughter is so busy, how can she have time to take care of me. Rebecca was a bit more laid-back, but she always wanted to throw me in a big fireball. ”

Gawain looked at the other party with a smile: "I don't like to deal with nobles - but I think you are quite open when dealing with me." ”

Amber told the truth: "I always don't think you are a noble......

"You're also far from the elves I remember." Gawain said, and began to organize and gather the papers in front of him, and at the same time took out the crystals and spread them on the table one by one.

Amber muttered, "I'm a half-elf, or I was picked up by humans, how do I know what a serious elf is...... Huh? You're not writing today, are you? Are you going to study these stones? ”

After confirming that the crystals had no magical powers and that Gawain did not intend to sell them for money, the objects were relegated from crystals to stone in Amber's eyes.

Gawain looked at the half-elf with a little headache: "I would appreciate it if you could be quiet a little bit." ”

Amber: "Cut, it doesn't make any sense at all, you study your stone." ”

As she spoke, her body flickered and faded away as if it had melted into the air, but through the faint perception of her breath, Gawain was sure that the guy was still standing in place, and was continuing to stare curiously at his side.

Forget it, as long as she can stop BB, let her go.

Gawain focused on the crystal in front of him.

For some time, research on these crystals has been at a loss.

He took out the crystals more than once on the way to take a closer look, and when he was in Tanzanian Town, he asked Hetty to try to explore the inside of the crystals in a magical resonance way, but there was no progress, especially the magical resonance - Hetty confessed that these crystals had nothing to do with magical items at all, and when the magic power acted on them, it didn't cause a ripple at all, just like facing a stone.

But 700 years ago, Gawain Cecil treasured it in the Mithril Vault, and bought the Crystal of Permanent Preservation Service in the Mithril Vault, could it be some inconspicuous stone?

Gawain could only boldly assume that there was something special about these crystals, but that they were not magical.

Or maybe it's that modern theories of magic can't explain them.

He set aside the crystals, which were clearly fragments, and picked up the whole piece.

Those broken crystals have exposed part of the inner crystal structure, but it is difficult to accurately observe with the naked eye, and when Herty's magic laboratory is built, you can try to check it from the aspect of physical structure after you have a crystal resonator, and this piece is complete...... It's not quite safe to toss.

God knows if the crystal resonator will spoil some kind of "information" inside the crystal.

He held the crystal up and looked through the light.

On the crystal ridge line, you can see the light swimming, and as the angle of incidence is changed, each side and each line of it takes on a variety of different colors and light structures.

It's a geometrically accurate crystal, and the processing technology should be very high, and when testing the broken crystals, Gawain has verified that these crystals are incredibly strong - extremely hard and not as easily broken as ordinary brittle crystals, they can even easily scratch Mithril ingots without any wear on the tip.

It made him wonder how the four crystal shards had broken into that.

After observing the sunlight for a while, Gawain tried to cut his finger again, smearing a little blood on the surface of the crystal before the wound healed on its own.

Of course, it doesn't work.

I vaguely heard the sound of a half-elf smiling......

Shielding the amber, Gawain held the crystal and fell into deep thought, thinking that there were more and more things in this world that he couldn't understand—crystals of unknown origin, memories that disappeared inexplicably, "suns" that were suspected to be gas giants but had very different properties from normal gas giants, and "monitoring satellites" whose purpose and origin were still unknown to this day......

Just as his thoughts diverged to the "monitoring satellite", he suddenly felt a little heat in his hands.

At first, he thought it was an illusion, but then the crystal trembled slightly, and the pale blue light in its core lit up slightly.

Heat, tremors, and light, these three points together cannot be an illusion.

Gawain looked at the crystal in astonishment, but before he could pick up the pen to record the changes in the crystal, a voice suddenly sounded in his head-

It was a sound, but it was more like a message pouring directly into the spiritual world, and he "heard" its contents:

"Mental frequencies are being reset, and connections are being re-established."

Immediately afterward, he felt his consciousness go into a trance.

It was as if something had suddenly intervened in his thoughts, and some "data stream" that did not belong to him took in, but the data stream was not an intruder, because after a brief moment of stunnedness, he developed an inexplicable sense of familiarity with it.

These "familiar streams of data" quickly generate a corresponding definite thing in the mind.

Some images began to appear in his mind.

It was a sight to look down on the earth from above.

At the first moment, what popped up in Gawain's mind was not surprise or consternation, but a slump.

"me, I'm going to heaven again?!"

Cold sweat then trickled down his forehead.

But soon he found that the situation was not as he had imagined, he was still sitting in his chair, his soul had not left his body and was brought back to the sky as a stationary satellite, all his perceptions were still normal, and his body was in control, but there was just an extra picture in his mind.

This calmed him down a lot before he became excited and focused on the image in his mind.

Only then did he notice that the picture was very abnormal, and it was not at all what he was familiar with.

The image becomes blurry, and it is as if a filter has been added to present a strange color distribution, smeared like an image formed by a thermal imager, and only structures such as mountains, forests, and rivers can be roughly discerned, and the blurry and bizarre picture is confined to a very small range.

It was on the north side of the Dark Mountains, around the frontier of the New Cecil Territory, from which you could vaguely see the whitewater river, the western forest, and even a little bit of the camp.

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