The Narrator Neural Network, the name Gawain gave to the future Cecil Mind Network, will be a very large and far-reaching project, and the field involved will naturally not be as simple as providing scientific aid.

According to Gao Wen's plan, the narrator neural network will cover many fields such as scientific research, communication, education and public entertainment, it can provide computing power support for a large number of scientific research projects, and can also become an indispensable part of people's daily life...... Giant wet part host.

The distributed devices connected to the narrator's neural network will become the interactive end of the wetware host, and the surplus computing power of countless human brains will light up an unprecedented line of information technology, and a large number of ordinary people can contribute computing power to the empire in a safe situation, and this process will also enrich the spiritual life of citizens, and all this will start from this imperial computing center.

This is the way Gawain thought of opening the next layer of the tech tree in a world where the rules of physics are very different from those of Earth, and it is also an important part of his harmless transformation of the technology of the Eternal Sleeper.

Wendy was describing with a hint of excitement what she had seen in the "Vision", and the archbishops next to her were clearly interested in what she was describing - to be fair, Cecil's "Narrator Neural Network" was still very primitive, and the "entertainment" it could present was not very clever in front of these Eternal Sleepers, who had created a dream city with a fake reality, and created a "perfect shelter" like a paradise, which was no more attractive to Gawain than a few magic movie sequences or someThe "entertainment scene" is poor, and even stronger.

However, what the "narrator neural network" presents is very different from that of Dream City: it has an upper limit of development that is difficult for the latter to achieve, and it can be flexibly adjusted at any time, and countless "new content" can be customized, and after the implementation of Neural Thorn Technology, this "customization" process can even be completed by ordinary people, and Dream City ......

The Eternal Sleeper created the Dream City more just to make it a "psychic container" to accommodate the computing nodes, which is convenient for collecting computing power, and the extremely high threshold of magic means that only the bishop or even a higher-level priest has the ability to modify its contents, and in fact, the bishops and archbishops usually don't have the heart to modify it at all.

In this way, no matter how perfect the dream city is, it is just a stiff bonsai, from the day it was born, it is already in its final form, and the limitations of traditional magic determine that even if it is reshaped, it can only be a new bonsai, and it can only be in the hands of a few powerful priests.

The archbishops on the scene were not stupid people, they could see the difference at a glance, and naturally they could also realize the impact of this thing once it entered the lives of "ordinary people".

Ascribe the transcendent to the mortal...... It was only now that they had truly experienced the meaning of this "slogan" for the first time in a field they knew well.

"This thing is basically harmless to ordinary people - of course, long-term connection can lead to exhaustion, and over-immersion in it may cause some psychological problems, but these hazards are completely negligible compared to the old neural modification and even 'brain servant' technology," Gao Wen patted the lid of the immersion module beside him and said with a hint of a smile, "The main thing that restricts it at the moment is the difficulty of producing the immersion module, and the process required to build a mental hub is very strict. At present, there are only a few factories in the empire that can produce qualified components, and the training of workers is also very slow. ”

Immersion pods and narrator neural networks are undoubtedly something that transcends generations, and their advantages over traditional communications, entertainment, media, and other things are obvious, but that doesn't mean Cecil will enter the information age tomorrow, nor does it mean that the nation's newspapers and Magic Web broadcasts will soon be replaced by new technologies – it will take time.

The experts of the Mechanical Engineering Institute and the Magic Technology Research Institute worked hard for a long time to barely solve the problem of mass production of the immersion chamber, so that it could enter the factory for production without having to knock it out in the laboratory one by one, and now they have to find a way to overcome the difficulties of mass production of the mental hub, in addition, the technical workers with assembly capabilities and the personnel who can maintain the computing center are even rarer, and it is not known how long it will take to train them to a large scale - so for a long time to see, the narrator neural network will be in a period of development, Traditional things such as communication, entertainment, and media will coexist with it for a long time.

Gawain told Yuri and others about industrial production and social promotion, and he didn't talk much about it, just some concepts in plain language, but it was enough to make them think for a long time.

It's something they've never considered in years to come.

“…… We've buried ourselves in the ground for too long," Magnum shook his head with a self-deprecating laugh, "and our eyes and ears are blocked by mud. ”

A tall, lanky, younger-looking archbishop glanced at Magnum, "But fortunately, we still have a chance to make amends......

"That's right, fortunately you still have a chance to make amends," Gawain looked deeply at the people in front of him, "I am glad to see that all the archbishops and a considerable number of bishoprics have chosen Cecil, and I am even more glad that the person in charge on the other side of the White Sand Hills has reported to me that you have also done your best to bring a large number of Brain Servants with you—you have ensured the survival of all Brain Servants during this long escape, which proves your consciousness."

"Those Brain Servants will be taken care of, the Druid Research Society will do everything in its power to find a cure and awaken them, and you, as members of the Empire's technical department, will do what you are good at.

"I've got the project ready for you."

"Project?" Yuri subconsciously repeated the word.

"I hope you don't be intimidated by the name of the project," Gawain smiled, "the computing center you're in is part of it - it's called the 'Narrator Neural Network', yes, the 'Upper Narrator' you're familiar with......"

As soon as Gawain's words fell, the faces of the archbishops turned pale, and Wendy, who was standing at the front, even subconsciously took half a step back, and touched her neck with palpitations, as if someone would prick her with a needle in the next second.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty," Semler hesitated, but at last could not help but speak, "the name...... I guess it's just the name......"

"It's a pity, of course, it has something to do with the 'upper narrator,'" Gawain slowly retracted his smile and said in a serious manner, "Get ready, we still have a long way to deal with the 'gods'." ”

Yuri and Magnum looked at each other, Wendy and Semler looked thoughtful, and Gawain exhaled softly and slowly spread his hands—

"So, one last word, welcome to Cecil, welcome...... Join the Disobedience Program. ”

……

The Great Sun was approaching the western horizon, the crown of splendor releasing its last light and heat of the day at the lower end of the clouds, and the orange-red glow spread along the rolling hills and plains, and finally stopped on the jagged hills at the edge of Orlandal's Throat as jagged edges of golden light.

Tall and straight, with short black hair and curly hair, Hadiran Augustus stood on a hill near Orlandal's Throat, looking down expressionlessly at the great collapsed rift, and the cracks at the bottom of the rift where a faint smoke still emerged, and the wind from the plains swept his cloak, the royal coat of arms on which glittered in the sun.

The loyal Obsidian Janissaries stood behind Hadiryon, and several high-ranking knights looked at His Highness the Prince in front of them with some concern—as an Augustan heir, Hadiran had been in the cursed place of Orlandal's Throat for too long.

This is the place where the old imperial capital collapsed, and it was also the beginning of the curse of the Augustan family, and some kind of power beyond human comprehension may still be entrenched in this land today, as the lessons have been learned - getting too close to the throat of Orlandel is very harmful to the people of the Augustus, and there is a certain chance that their already unstable mental state will deteriorate rapidly, or cause the curse to erupt sooner, so that Typhon's royals will stay away from this place as much as possible, Even try not to touch the "information" that came back to the imperial capital from the throat of Orlandelle.

However, Hadirun Augustus had been in the area for half a day.

"Your Highness," a high-ranking knight officer finally couldn't help but take a step forward, "The wind in the wilderness is harmful to your health, you can go back and rest first......"

"It's not the winds of the wilderness that are bad for your health," said Hadilan, turning back and glancing at the knight with a smile, "Don't worry, I'm watching my mental state, I'm a man who cherishes life." ”

The knight opened his mouth, but finally reluctantly retreated, and Hardylan turned his head and continued to look in the direction of Orlandal's Throat.

He could faintly hear whispers coming from that direction, and he could feel that in the depths of the thick, cold, dark earth and rock, some ancient and indescribable power was still flowing slowly, it was actually very weak, even faint to the point that ordinary people could not perceive, but as an Augustus...... He was still vaguely aware of its presence.

The power seemed to lure him forward, but the willpower training he had received since childhood had allowed Hardilan to easily resist his impulses and keep a safe distance from that force and the whispers.

He was curious about what it was, but he also knew that "curiosity" was often the deadliest and most harmful thing when dealing with something unspeakable.

After a few more moments of waiting, a squad of knights heavily armed and armed with precious amulets finally emerged from the direction of the Ollandelle's Throat Rift.

"The Exploration Team is back!" The officer on the hill said happily.

Those who had set out to investigate the situation were soon united with the Knights led by Hadiran, and a gray-haired knight was the leader of the expedition, who came to Hadiran, took off his helmet and saluted, saying, "Your Highness, we have found some passages and ruins of the city below, but the road leading deeper has completely collapsed, and it looks like it has just been blown up. In addition, the structure of the central area of the rift valley is very dangerous, and small collapses are still occurring, and we suspect that there was a supported space underneath, but now it is mostly collapsed. ”

“…… The magistrate said that on the 45th of last month, people heard several loud noises louder than thunder, all from the direction of the Rift, and that they sounded coming from underground," said a knight standing behind Hadiran, "and we have found some hidden strongholds in the vicinity, all of which have been destroyed." ”

"It's a pity," Hadilan shook his head slowly, "those 'Sleepers'...... It seems that their withdrawal was very decisive and purposeful. Even if we dig up those collapsed crypts, there will probably be nothing of value in them. ”

"Fortunately, there is news from Aldenan's side that one after another Eternal Sleepers have taken the initiative to contact the royal family to seek refuge, and there are even some bishop-level powerhouses and specialized technicians, and they also carry a lot of technical information," the knight officer relieved, "They can't take everything with them after all." ”

"There will only be more in the hands of the Cecil...... But it can't be helped," said Hadilan regretfully, taking one last look in the direction of the rift and sighing softly, "it's time to go back, too." Prepare yourself and we'll leave – don't forget to pay the local guides who helped and convey your gratitude to the sheriff. ”

"Yes, Your Highness."

The knights immediately began to pack their bags and prepare to leave the cursed place, and the commander beside Hadiran spoke, "Her Highness Matilda has returned to Aldenan, and her trip to Cecil should be fruitful. ”

"I'm already expecting what she's bringing me," Hadilan couldn't help but laugh when she heard this, "I hope there are no more weird-tasting specialties or spooky magic items—as the 'pearl' of the Empire, she is not at all clever with her brother." ”

The knights didn't know how to continue the conversation, so they could only pretend not to hear anything and continue to be busy, while Hadilan, pouting a little boredly at the fact that no one had responded to him, shook his head, and walked to the wizard cart parked in the clearing not far away, but before getting into the car, he glanced back in the direction of Orlandelle's Throat.

The setting sun was almost completely sunk across the horizon, and only a faint layer of red light remained on the horizon, and in the waning sunset, the undulating hills of Orlandelle's Throat became illusory and hazy.

"Cursed ......"

Hadilan whispered.