After that, there was a brief silence, Gawain gazing intently at the intricate patterns on the cup in front of him, Rosetta lost in thought, and Bertila looked a little out of the way—she looked at the changing symbols and geometries of the distant sky, her eyes narrowed slightly, as if she was calculating something.

"Actually, I used to think about what you would talk to me about when we had a face-to-face conversation like today, and both of us were more open and honest," Rosetta broke the silence suddenly, looking at Gawain, his sunken eyes looking like a pool of deep water, "Frankly, I never thought that the 'Extraterritorial Wanderer' would talk to me...... Ideals and the future. ”

"If we don't dare to talk about ideals and the future in the world of mental images, then there really is no future in this world," Gawain smiled, picked up his teacup and gestured slightly to Rosetta, "Actually, I am not an idealist, I believe more in realistic experience and natural principles, in real interests and the laws of things that can be measured by reason, but because of this, when I talk about ideals, I am absolutely serious." ”

Rosetta glanced at the teacup in front of him, the liquid in the cup reflected the clear blue sky, all of which seemed to be as flawless as the real world, and he said casually: "So for the sake of the great common ideal, will Cecil withdraw his troops unconditionally?" ”

"No," Gawain said lightly, "and I'll ask for a good price." ”

"Ah, I'm much more relieved," Rosetta said, with a relaxed expression on his always gloomy face, as he picked up his teacup, "Then we can continue this at the negotiating table later." ”

Gawain smiled back, and the two finally reached a tacit understanding on the balance that both parties agreed upon, and then Rosetta exhaled slightly, he seemed to be more relaxed, and also showed a clear interest in this incredible space, he looked around and said with curiosity: "What an incredible place...... But I'm concerned, what happens outside when we're talking here? ”

"I've done a partial acceleration of the space, and as of now, the real world outside has only passed half a minute," Gawain said, "Don't worry, everything is under control - it's hard to have a conversation like this, and I don't want to mess it up more than you do." ”

"How did you ...... me Pulled to this place? Rosetta asked seriously, "Does it have anything to do with the flying machine with the brain I saw at the end?" ”

"It's not that there's a brain on the machine, it's that the brain rides the machine," Bertila, who had been quiet for a long time, suddenly broke her silence, "We did connect with you through it." ”

"That thing makes people ...... "Surprised," Rosetta tried to choose a more neutral word, "To be honest, when I first saw what was in there, I almost subconsciously attacked, it really didn't look like a normal weapon, but more like the product of some kind of dark magic......"

"I agree with that, and I'm trying to improve as much as I can," Gawain said helplessly, glancing at Bertila as if casually, "but I'd advise you not to pay too much attention to the image of that thing, because it is ...... in a sense Actually, it's part of this Lady Bertila. ”

This time, Rosetta looked at Bertila again, and her eyes were more than complicated.

But it was clear that Bertila herself was not interested in extending on this topic, she ignored Rosetta, but suddenly showed a look of concentration as if listening, and then looked at Gawain: "It seems that the matter outside is almost settled—there is already a safety signal from Naretir." ”

As she spoke, she stood up, her figure beginning to fade into the air: "Then I'll deal with the temporary node - you guys can talk for a few more minutes before the network goes down." ”

Rosetta looked at the Augustan ancestor seven hundred years ago, and finally couldn't help but say, "You are in Cecil now?" Will you return to Typhon? ”

“…… I'm sorry, I can't leave," Bertila paused slightly, then shook her head, "Forget the name Bertila Augustus, it's all in the past." ”

"I see," Rosetta said slowly, "Anyway, thank you for your protection." ”

"Don't worry about ......" Beltila's voice faded away as her figure faded, and she gradually detached from the space, leaving only one sentence in the air, "...... It's just that if it's a real god, it's okay, but it's just a fragment of a god...... and is not worthy to die with the children of Augustus......"

Bertila departed, leaving only Gawain and Rosetta in the vast space, and in a strange but seemingly tacit silence, they sat down again, each quietly sipping their tea, allowing the last few minutes of conversation to pass in this silence, until Gawain curled his finger and tapped lightly on the table: "One minute more." ”

"I haven't had such a calm cup of tea in decades, and the silence is really ...... It's nostalgic, even to the point where I can't get used to it," Rosetta said, putting down her teacup and with a hint of emotion, "Thank you for your hospitality—even if it's only in 'dreams.'" ”

"You're welcome," Gawain nodded, then looked at the other party with a hint of curiosity, "I suddenly wanted to ask you a question - when the god of war broke free in the final stage, you seemed to be ready to reverse the magical polarity of the entire Winterhold to die with the other party, was that really your last card?" Are you really ready to end it all with your own death? ”

"Seriously, it was really my last card - don't doubt it, I'm telling the truth. I'm ready to die with the god of war, and no matter what future generations say, my death today will surely end this," Rosetta said calmly, but then he shook his head, and the tone changed abruptly, "But from this day forward, I probably won't make a similar choice." ”

"Why?" Gawain asked curiously.

"Because of the things you showed me," Rosetta said slowly, "you are terrible to Typhon—no matter how great your ideals may be, you are first and foremost a terrible opponent, so as long as you live, I will not dare to die." ”

“…… This is really a compliment," Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, and shook his head with a helpless smile, "Then I may live for many, many years, and there is a high probability that you will not survive me." ”

Rosetta stood up with a blank face, and after a few seconds he suddenly smiled: "I did my best." ”

A faint dizziness suddenly hit, and the surrounding scenery began to shake and fade, Rosetta felt that his connection with this wonderful space was rapidly weakening, and at the same time, he gradually heard a voice from the real world, he realized that the "time limit" mentioned before Bertilla left was approaching, and before completely leaving this world, he looked up at Gawain in front of him again, and asked very solemnly, "The land you just showed me...... How big is the world beyond the sea outside it? ”

The scene in front of him quickly fell apart, the endless sky and the vast mirror-like water surface disappeared into a chaotic light and shadow, the five senses from the real world suddenly recovered, the wind whistling in his ears and the cold air blowing on his face strongly suggested that this dreamlike "contact" had ended, and in the last wisp of connection left by this mental illusion, he vaguely heard Gao Wen's answer: "Very vast......"

"yes, that sounds good......

A down-to-earth feeling came, and Rosetta suddenly opened her eyes, and at the same time heard a voice coming from nearby: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty, how are you? Your Majesty? ”

He followed the prestige and saw Parin Wintercastle and several high-ranking battle mages running into the hall, these people running towards him with nervous faces, and Count Wintercastle had a look of apology on his face in addition to nervousness.

"I'm sorry I disobeyed your orders," Count Winterhold said quickly as soon as he ran up to Rosetta, "You ordered that no one should be allowed to approach the Arcane Hall - but we just saw a flying machine suddenly break through the walls of the hall and ...... out of fear that you would be in danger."

"It's okay," Rosetta interrupted, "this matter will not be pursued." ”

As he spoke, he raised his eyes to look around the vast hall, but there was no other figure in his sight except for Count Winterhold and a few battle mages - the Vision was gone, and the huge spider arthropod was no longer visible, and the "brain flyer" that broke through the wall was gone, leaving only a mess in the hall, broken bricks and tiles scattered on the ground in front of him, and a large hole in the wall not far away, and a howling cold wind blowing in through the hole, reminding that everything that had just happened was not an illusion.

"Where's that flying machine?" He asked casually.

"It just flew out and ran away in front of everyone," Count Winterhold said with a look of embarrassment and chagrin, "We were going to intercept it, but all the mage towers were either depleted or badly damaged to attack, and some of the battle mages who tried to take off to block them were entangled by those strange flying soldiers - they fought with undefensible mental attacks, and there seemed to be a strong interference field around those flying machines, so the tired battle mages were quickly defeated......"

As he spoke, the loyal Border Count hurriedly added, "But don't worry, I've just notified a few nearby battle mages who are still moving, ready to take off to intercept ......."

"No need," Rosetta immediately interrupted, "the Cecilians are not our enemies at the moment. ”

“…… They just crashed straight into the floor you're on," Count Winterhold couldn't help but remind, "Is this a misunderstanding?" ”

Rosetta was silent for a moment and said slowly, "...... It was a Cecil-style support. Anyway, leave the flying machines alone and let them go as they please. ”

……

Gawain slowly opened his eyes, and the busy scene in the command post of Winterwolf Castle came into view.

Philip hurried to his side, "Your Majesty, the Psionic Singer and the Wetpiece Servo have begun to return - the Typhonians have not intercepted them. ”

Gao Wen nodded slightly: "Well, expected. ”

He believed that even Typhon's army, which was extremely weak and exhausted at the moment, would always be able to gather a few mage formations to take off into the air to stop the "psionic choir" team that had already revealed their whereabouts...... This is also normal.

After all, those wet servers are probably many wheels older than Rosetta......

"Don't pay too much attention to the movements of the Typhonians just yet," Gawain glanced at the battle map hanging not far away, and turned to Philip, "Although the battle is over, we have a lot to do. Send a few more search teams to the spot where the wreckage of the god of war fell, whatever it is, if it looks wrong, get it back first - remember to remind the soldiers to take precautions. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and added, "You may encounter the search party of the Typhonians - although they don't have the same level of mental protection technology as us, they still have basic Kraken runes, so they will definitely try to recover the wreckage fragments of the God of War." Ordered the front-line soldiers to prioritize the recovery of the wreckage if they are close to our control zone, and if they are in the other party's control zone...... If you don't run into people, you will also prioritize the recovery of the debris, and if you meet people, they will say that we are searching for the pilot who jumped in the air battle, and in short, try not to clash with the Typhonians. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty."

Gawain thought about it again and casually asked, "Is Tyr awake?" ”

"Miss Tyre woke up half an hour ago, and she looked a little lost knowing that the dust had settled, and she probably hadn't fallen asleep yet."

"To the south near the Shadow Swamp is the main debris drop zone, let her work with the search party in that direction," Gawain said unhurriedly, "She may be able to help us find more valuable samples of the God of War...... But send someone to keep an eye on her to prevent her from stealing too much. ”

After Philip leaves, Amber's figure gradually emerges from the air.

"Where did you just go?" Gao Wen asked without raising his head.

"I've been staring at that 'Lady Diana,' but she seems to be quiet and hasn't moved yet," Amber said casually, then glancing at Gawain, "You talked to the 'other side'?" ”

"A rare opportunity," Gawain nodded, "I don't want to waste the opportunity that Bertila has created. ”

Amber looked at Gawain very seriously, and then said slowly, "Look at your appearance...... We shouldn't be attacking Aldenan anymore. ”

"Originally, this plan was not a priority, it was just a possibility after the battle got out of hand," Gawain said, his expression a little serious, "Typhon...... It is not a hopeless old Ansu after all, and attacking Aldenan would be beneficial to either country. ”

"Ahh ”

"I want to establish an order where mortals advance and retreat together, but that doesn't mean we're going to stop and wait for anyone," Gawain glanced at Amber, "What's more, Typhon is far from being Cecil's 'ally' - what happened on this battlefield is just a good beginning, but we still have a long way to go before we can achieve the order I envisioned." ”