In fact, Gawain understands the predicament of Talrond today—not the predicament caused by the post-disaster wasteland, but the predicament of the dragon race itself.

A race that has been nurtured by Omega for 1.87 million years, a race that has survived in the cradle for 1.87 million years, although they have always maintained the most basic observation of the outside world, and have the habit of sending "agents" like Melita to other continents to operate, but these limited, high-perspective contacts have little effect on a society that needs to develop normally, they have long been far from the normal social order, there is neither progress nor regression, neither pressure nor motivation, Like animals that grow up in a greenhouse, they still have fangs and claws, but they have degenerated to the point where they don't know how to use them.

After the cradle collapses, the baby has to learn to crawl - it has little to do with how strong the dragon is.

But Tarlund still has its own hopes: the "primordial dragons" like Andal have survived, they have survived in the past, and the "new generation" like Melita, who have been exposed to the outside world, have also survived, and they have the power to change the race, and as long as these two groups maintain a certain voice in the dragon, the revival of Tarlund is just around the corner.

For Gawain, who desperately needs to make the world more resilient as a whole, he is happy to see the revival of Talrond, and the sooner the better—to put it mildly, he needs a powerful race like the dragon to help "carry the disaster".

Gawain shook his head, putting these thoughts that had nothing to do with the current situation behind him for a while, he looked up at Melita, and suddenly showed a slightly embarrassed look: "Actually, I was a little hesitant when I told you this at first—I was afraid that this topic would make you unhappy, and even make you mistakenly think that it was some kind of ...... Offend. ”

Melita was a little puzzled: "Why do you say that?" ”

"It's a disaster in Tallund - you've lost so much, and that wasteland is a huge scar for the dragons," Gawain sighed, "I don't know if it's ......acceptable for the dragons to package the scars as 'landscapes' for people to visit, and even to package their own cultural traditions into commodities for sale."

Melita was silent for a moment, and after a few seconds of silence she suddenly chuckled softly: "Will it be worse than selling the flesh and bones of your compatriots?" ”

Gawain: "......? ”

"We've considered a worse situation than this," Melita smiled, "Friend, the problem Talllund is facing right now is 'survival,' not decency and individual emotion. It is the greatest honor for us to let more compatriots survive and rebuild their hometown in the shortest possible time. And...... I don't think there's anything to sigh about in packaging that wasteland as a 'landscape', because we never see post-war Tallund as a 'scar' – that's our pride. ”

Speaking of this, the Blue Dragon lady suddenly blinked and said half-jokingly: "Finally, there is a very important point - this is a good business that is faster than grabbing money, why not do it?" Dragons are greedy for money. ”

"If that's your opinion, then I'm much more relieved," Gawain exhaled softly and smiled, "Then I'm looking forward to seeing Talrond shine again." Oh, there's one more thing I'd like to warn about, though you'll certainly be on your toes when the time comes—keep an eye on that tower, especially as more and more outsiders enter Talrond. The nature of that tower is too dangerous, the more intelligent creatures approach, the greater the risk of leakage, and the intelligent races of the Loren continent have never lacked too vigorous exploration and death, which has to be guarded against. ”

"Rest assured, this is now our top priority besides survival - we will first do a good job of monitoring and blocking the Tower of the Tide, and then consider the opening of Talrond, and the area that can be opened in the future is also concentrated in the southeast region of the continent, except for the dragon, it should be impossible for ordinary people to get close to the tower located northwest of Talrond," Melita nodded immediately, and then she frowned slightly, her expression became serious, "But relying on monitoring and blockade alone is not a long-term solution after all, At the end of the day, we still have to think about how to completely solve the hidden dangers of that tower......"

Will you completely solve the hidden dangers in that polluted tower......

Gawain showed a thoughtful expression, at this moment he recalled his previous conversation with the dragon god Enya, and thought of some of the plans that came up with him at that time, but after a moment of thought, he still shook his head slightly.

"We'll fix it, but it's too early to think about it...... Keep an eye on it for now, both Talrond and Loren will need some time to sort out their problems. ”

"I understand," said Melita, nodding, and then she looked up at the sky outside the window and stood up, "then I will take my leave—I will report the things you have just mentioned as soon as possible and send them back to Tallund, I think Speaker Andal and the head of Hlagor will be very interested in those incredible proposals." ”

Melita left—Gawain watched as the figure of Miss Blue Dragon disappeared into the doorway, and only after the door to the lounge closed softly did he withdraw his gaze and look at Amber, who had been quiet for a long time.

"It's not easy...... The once prosperous dragon clan was forced into this situation. He shook his head and sighed softly.

"Indeed, I remember the splendor of their cities and temples...... Amber pursed her lips with a hint of emotion, and then suddenly asked, "But then again, the idea you just came up with is really ...... Even someone like me, who is experienced and quick to think about making money, is a little surprised. I thought I had already understood your wisdom in doing business, but I didn't expect you to hide so much? ”

"Your little way to make money...... Gao Wen couldn't laugh for a while, "Forget it, it's rare that you can look at my thoughts with such a high evaluation of 'wisdom'." ”

"I've always taken your ideas seriously!" Amber immediately said, "But...... I really didn't expect you to do so much to help Tallund. The ideas you put forward may indeed be able to restore the dragons' economy to some extent, but aren't you worried that this will cause too much of the wealth of Loren to flow north? They make all of Loren's money. ”

"What's there to worry about," Gao Wenhun waved his hand nonchalantly, in the field involving economic activities, this half-elf's brain melon is indeed a little lacking, "Give them earn, wealth is only valuable when it flows, and then again - it is good for them to earn a little more, after all, the food aid of the alliance is temporary, and the dragons themselves should not be willing to accept food for a long time." Charity', after the end of the first phase of aid, we will start to export grain to Tallond, and by the way, export all kinds of construction machinery, if the dragons are not used to our construction machinery, then we will directly send engineering contractors over...... According to Kassandra's report, the dragons who have been cared for by Omega are not very good at building houses with their own hands. ”

Speaking of this, he couldn't help but touch his chin, and thought quickly in his heart: "In this way, their tourism industry may not be enough...... Gotta find a way for them to expand into other industries, or see what else they would like to sell......"

Amber was dumbfounded: "......"

Gawain noticed her appearance and couldn't help but ask, "Such a sudden expression?" ”

“…… Sometimes I don't know if you're a great hero or a terrible conspirator," Amber sighed, what she had always said to Gawain in front of her, "and you're trying your best to move the world forward, but you're counting almost everyone, even those you're trying to help...... Isn't that a contradiction? ”

Gawain didn't expect her to suddenly think of this, he looked a little surprised, but quickly chuckled and shook his head: "It's not a contradiction - because everything in this world is so complex and chaotic that it can't be easily defined. We don't live in a black-and-white world, so there are no absolute heroes and absolute rightness in this world. ”

As he spoke, he suddenly sighed softly, and there seemed to be something in his expression that Amber couldn't even understand.

"I'm actually the same as everybody else – we have to live in this world, we have to do things that we have to do, and a lot of them are not decent and dishonorable. Like Matilda said, I probably can't be a 'saint', but if I could, I would like the world to be a better place...... At the very least, future generations will not have to face many of the same choices as they do today. ”

"Choose......" Amber looked at Gawain as if she didn't understand, and then sighed, muttering as if talking to herself, "Well, I didn't think I'd have to live so tired. ”

……

At night on the edge of the wasteland, changes in the world are slowly brewing, and the lights are on late in many of the rooms of the hotel.

Many brilliant minds worked late into the night, many decisions and plans that might affect future generations took shape on this night, and the wisest and most powerful people in the world gathered in such a small frontier town to think, discuss, observe, and give feedback all night...... Eventually, everything was swallowed up by the silence of the night and the starry sky.

And when the great sun rose again the next day, and the glorious corona covered the earth, the delegates of the nations once again came to the stone ring of vows—each of them seemed to be in high spirits and high spirits.

Under the silver-patterned banner on a green background, which symbolized the Elven Empire, the Silver Empress Belsetia stood at the quaint stone table, her gaze slowly swept over the audience, and then said in a soft and dignified tone: "I hope that last night's rest has really restored everyone's energy, because we still have to face a battle of brains and energy today—including many days to come." ”

"We continue yesterday's unfinished agenda," she continued after a short pause, "after a night of deliberation, I think the delegates have fully understood the significance of the existence and long-term impact of the 'Alliance', and have also conducted thorough negotiations within the team - next, the first item on the agenda of the day: a full vote to form the 'Alliance of Mortal Civilizations'." This vote will be open to the public, and you can vote by touching the runes on the stone table, noting the for, against, and abstention markers. ”

Under the banner of Talrond, Melita took a light breath, and she saw that the stone table in front of her had been lit up with the brilliance of runes, and three striking sigils had emerged from the quaint stone face, and the sigils were marked with their respective meanings in the lingua franca of man, dragon, and elf.

She felt her heart thump—it belonged to flesh and blood, and it had been with her heart since she hatched into its shell, and it was beating with great force.

Without any hesitation, Melita placed her hand on the rune that represented approval.

In the next second, she heard a slight buzzing sound coming from above behind her, and following the sound, she saw a slight streamer suddenly glowing on the surface of the magnificent and towering stone pillar behind her, and then, the huge banner that had been hanging down from the top of the stone pillar quickly glowed with a striking halo, and the originally dark fabric actually revealed a texture like a light cast.

Immediately afterward, similar fluctuations in magical power came from all over the venue—Miss Blue Dragon subconsciously raised her head and saw that the flags in the Stone Ring of Oath were lighting up one after another, and the emblems symbolizing the mortal kingdoms were lit up one by one in the infiltration of magical power.

All the recording devices on site were put into operation, and this scene was engraved in the photo crystal.

Finally, the flags of the three empires were also lit.

Above the entire Ring of Oaths, all the flags were soaked in a layer of solemn light.

Gawain slowly took his hand away from the voting rune, with a slight smile on the corner of his mouth - the voting session at this moment was discussed and designed by him and Rosetta and Belsetia himself, after all, for such a significant meeting, each link needs a certain sense of ceremony, this is not a meaningless "pomp", in a sense, this "sense of ceremony" is actually a part of enhancing the cohesion and identity of the new organization.

"Unanimous vote......" Amber muttered softly behind Gawain.

Gawain looked at the Silver Empress on the side, who also cast a gaze at him at the same time, and after a simple eye contact, he stood up and said in a solemn and calm voice: "Then, I now announce that the 'Alliance of Mortal Civilization Communities' is officially established today - the fate of mortal nations is connected, and from today onwards, we will advance and retreat together, may we unite and face the tomorrow of all of us together."

"At the same time, the Charter of the Union of the Community of Mortal Civilizations shall enter into force immediately, the legitimacy of the seats of the Member States and the legitimacy of the political regimes shall take effect immediately, and the responsibilities, rights and interests of States and the laws and regulations stipulated in the Charter shall take effect immediately.

"According to the provisions of the Charter, the Cecil Empire, the Typhon Empire, and the Silver Empire, as the co-founders and the original callers and organizers, will become permanent members of the Alliance with immediate effect, and the corresponding powers, responsibilities, and obligations will take effect immediately......

"In accordance with the provisions of the Charter, States ......

"Now for the oath ......"

The majestic voice echoed in the stone ring of the oath, and after the solemn reading and the joint oath of the leaders of the three kingdoms, all the representatives in the ring stood up at the same time, repeated the oath and applauded in celebration.

Today is the 3rd year of Cecil and the year 2490 of Gondor—the 26th day of the month of recovery, the most daring of all Gawain's grand plans, finally realized.

Now the world is still not monolithic, but it has finally ended the era of fragmentation, and at least nominally, all mortals are finally on the same front.