Gawain was a little stunned for a moment - what Veronica said was completely unexpected by him.

"The breath of the gods ......" After a few seconds, he rubbed his chin to break the silence and said slowly, "What kind of breath is it?" Is she a favor of some god? Or did you carry a high-level holy relic? There are many explanations for the aura of the gods. ”

"The aura is very faint, and there seems to be a mutation, not sure if it's pollution or 'divine grace', but she shouldn't be a god's dependent," Veronica said solemnly, "First of all, there is no information that Matilda Augustus was a devout follower of a certain god - according to Typhon's published official information, only Prince Hadiran of the Augustan family was baptized as a god of war; Secondly, if she is a member of the gods, there will definitely be an uncontrolled divine aura on her body, and the temperament of the whole person will change as a result. Since the personhood of the gods is much higher than that of humans, this change cannot be concealed or reversed. ”

"Is the divine aura revealed...... Gawain listened but suddenly thought of something else, and couldn't help but glance at Veronica, "Is it like the divine aura on your body?" ”

“…… That's right," Veronica nodded, "The Light affinity in me is a manifestation of this uncontrolled divine aura—technically, I am indeed a member of the God of Light. ”

Gawain looked at Veronica, who was surrounded by a faint holy light, and remembered the other party's true identity as a rebel, and always had an indescribable sense of absurdity: "...... A person who is essentially disobedient to the gods, but he is a true dependant of the god of light, and it can only be said that Gondor technology is the best in the world. ”

"Gods can't directly intervene in the present world, and their mechanisms for responding and giving feedback to the present world have their own rules to follow," Veronica smiled with a gentle smile, "As long as I accurately fit these laws and find the loopholes in them, I can become a dependant of any god - except for the goddess of magic, who does not respond to any prayers beyond what is necessary, and does not choose any worldly spokesperson." ”

The corners of Gawain's mouth twitched.

You can become the dependent of any god by drilling loopholes, and you won't be hacked to death by those various gods, is it really the champion of the century in the cross-border horizontal jump competition? This position is probably higher than Daniel......

But Veronica is easy to say, but Gawain knows that her operation as a "loophole dependent" is not replicable. It sounds easy to fit the laws of the gods and find the loopholes in them, but in fact it requires the operator to control his mind 100%, from words and deeds to consciousness, to fully meet the standards of fanatics, not to be discovered by the gods, and at the same time to maintain the free mind of the disobedient person, and to create a "real manipulation personality" in the depths of his heart, which is not something that normal human beings can achieve at all.

Only Veronica/Ophelia, who has completed the transformation of the soul form and is no longer technically a human ancient rebel at this moment, has achieved the difficult operation of constantly making things under the nose of the god of light.

Gawain shook his head, retracted his slightly divergent thoughts, and frowned: "If it's just the aura of a god, it doesn't mean anything, she may just be carrying a high-level holy artifact - as the princess of Typhon, it's not strange that she has something of this level by her side." ”

Veronica shook her head: "There are not many holy relics in the names of various sects, but most of them are relics left by mortal priests who have made great achievements in history after performing miracles and noble sacrifices, although such relics have great power, they are still 'mortal things' in essence, and there are very few 'holy relics' with the breath of gods, basically they are non-replicable and unforgeable items like eternal stone shards, and they will not leave the headquarters of various churches under normal circumstances, let alone be handed over to people who are not even devout believers to carry with them- Even if she is the princess of the empire. ”

Gawain curled his fingers against his chin, "Can you be sure which god's breath it is?" ”

"No, you can't. I could only tell from the indescribable, knowledge-tainting aura that it came from the gods, but I couldn't be sure who it was. ”

"Is it harmful?" Gawain asked again.

"It's just a breath, it doesn't have the power of an essence, it doesn't pollute or spread," Veronica shook her head slightly, "but is Matilda herself 'harmful'...... Then it is unknown. After all, Typhon has a completely different ecclesiastical power than Ansu, and House Augustus remains a mystery to us. ”

Gao Wen thought quietly, and after a moment, he breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back in his chair: "On the bright side, maybe she's just a carrier."

"Now that you can sense this, I'm going to ask you to keep an eye on that Princess Typhon these days—but if she doesn't appear abnormal, don't do anything.

"We are guests from afar, and we have to entertain these guests well."

Veronica bowed her head slightly: "I understand. ”

……

Before the formal talks began, the emissaries from Typhon were given a well-rested and invited to visit the building of the highest government office in the administrative district, as well as the mage quarter, which adjoins the government hall.

The city, known as the "City of Magic", makes a lasting impression on visitors to the city.

Clean, new, beautiful and livable, this is a new city that is completely different from the old feudal royal capital, and Matilda who visits it for the first time can't help but compare it to Aldenan, the capital of Typhon.

As the sun set in the west, the sun had already set halfway below the horizon, the glorious light slanted across the city, and the dark mountains in the distance glowed with golden light, creeping in the background of the city, a view that could almost be described as magnificence surging into the huge frame outlined by the floor-to-ceiling window frames, Matilda stood in front of the huge frame, silently watching the exotic city gradually dip into the sunset, and for a long time without words.

The Count of Dürer stood behind her, looking at the scenery as well, and could not help but sigh: "I thought that Aldernan was the only city that could be described as magnificent...... But now it seems that there is more than one place in the world. ”

"In terms of planning, the layout of Aldernan two hundred years ago is already behind this era, and the requirements of the magic industry for transportation, sewage and other aspects are urging us to transform the capital of the empire," Matilda broke the silence and said in a low voice, "Whether you want to admit it or not, the way Cecil is planned will be a great reference for us—here, after all, is the origin of magic technology." ”

There was a hint of helplessness in Count Dürer's tone: "...... Aldernan used to be the most planned city. ”

"Nothing is forever advanced, our ancestors two hundred years ago could not have imagined that a factory would need so many raw materials two hundred years later, and that so many vehicles would need to pass on a single road," Matilda's tone was still flat, "Once, we looked at Ansu as a decaying and corrupted giant, but now, we must try our best to prevent this decaying giant from becoming ourselves." ”

It was only a half-day visit, and it had already caused a big shock to the mission.

The people of Typhon are proud, this pride stems from their martial spirit, and from their strongest national strength among the human nations, but pride is not the same as blindness, and those who can be sent as envoys are not stupid, as early as the moment they left the country, everyone led by Matilda polished their eyes, and now, they saw something that made everyone faintly uneasy.

Judging at least on the surface, the prosperity and sophistication of this Cecil imperial capital is more prosperous and advanced than that of Aldernan.

"Andelsa's judgment and concern are correct, this country is rapidly rising," Matilda's gaze fell through the floor-to-ceiling windows on the bustling city opposite the Autumn Palace, and the extraordinary eyesight allowed her to see many details of the street, she could see the satisfied residents, and she could also see the new signboards and thriving commercial streets, "Also, Count Duller, have you noticed one thing......

"What do you mean?"

"In this city, there doesn't seem to be a slum."

"That's true...... At least from the neighborhoods we've passed and the information we've heard, it doesn't seem like there's a real slum in the city," said the Count of Dürer, who thought for a moment, nodded, "and that's puzzling...... Where do the poor live? Do they need to live outside the city? This explains why the city has been able to maintain this level of cleanliness, and why all we see along the way are more affluent and energetic citizens. ”

Matilda glanced at Count Düreux and shook her head slightly, but in the end she didn't say anything.

After a few more seconds of silence, she spoke seemingly casually, "Tomorrow, before the first meeting begins, we will have the opportunity to visit their Imperial Academy, that is very important, one of the main purposes of our here.

"It is said that their academy has done a more thorough job of 'breaking the rules' than we have, and all the commoners and nobles are studying in the same academy, and even the residential quarters are together, and we need to confirm it with our own eyes, find out how they plan it, and find out how their academy is managed.

"Besides, let's do our duty as 'guests'."

The Count of Dürer nodded slightly, and then left the room with the large floor-to-ceiling windows.

As the sun set as the sun sank, Matilda turned away from the window, went to the bar on one side of the room, prepared herself a glass of light wine, and then held the crystal glass in front of her eyes, watching the almost frozen twilight spilling into the room through the swaying wine.

In the next second, the twilight literally froze near the window, and quickly covered everything in her vision like some kind of paint that was gradually dissolving.

Where the light of dusk shrouds us, things seem to have gone through hundreds of years, the gaudy tapestries lose their color, the exquisite wooden furniture quickly mottles and cracks, the furnishings in the rooms disappear and weather, one by one, and even the layout of the rooms quickly changes to a different shape!

Before Matilda's eyes, this bright and new room quickly turned into the cloister of an ancient, silent palace, and countless suspicious and malicious whispers came from all directions, as if countless invisible guests had gathered in this "palace", and approached Matilda step by step with bad intentions.

On the nearest wall, a dark, black door suddenly appeared, and there was a tuk tuk knock behind the door, and an indescribable hoarse murmur sounded behind the door, mixed with creepy chewing and swallowing sounds, as if a devouring beast was crouching outside the door, but patiently knocking on the door as if it were human.

Matilda calmly looked at the alienated scene in front of her, reached out and took a delicate metal tube from her bosom, unscrewed the lid, and poured the potion inside into her mouth.

As the spicy and bitter medicine flowed down her esophagus, the whispers that approached from all directions gradually subsided, and the alienated scene in front of her quickly returned to normal, Matilda was still standing in the room of the Autumn Palace, but her face was slightly paler than before.

She reached out and picked up the glass she had just put down from the bar next to her, her hand trembling slightly, but she still picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Matilda closed her eyes slightly, and after a few deep breaths, her eyes opened, and those eyes became calm again, deep as water.

With the crazy growth, he fought against madness all his life, and gradually slipped into the nightmare that the family members must face when he became an adult, and sooner or later, he was swallowed by it.

This is the fate of every Augustus.

Matilda's mouth curled slightly, as if with some self-deprecation, but she quickly restrained her emotions that should not be revealed, and turned to the desk not far away.

On the desk, there was a book quietly spread out, but it was not some mysterious magic book or important state information, but a reading material that was bought during a visit to the mage quarter, and that could be read freely by the citizens of the Cecil Empire:

Advanced Mathematics

The contents of this book are so wonderful that they may seem incomprehensible for a while, but it is said that Cecil's students were so fascinated by it that they even had to hold a copy in their hands when they ate and walked, so what was recorded in this book must be very important.

After successfully battling the nightmares and the ravages of madness, Matilda felt that she needed to watch something else to adjust her mood......