A huge magic net covers the entire territory of the empire, information circulates in this network, energy flows in this network, and the originally loose and isolated human society has never been so closely and efficiently connected, so that even things that happen in distant foreign lands can instantly cross the distance of thousands of mountains and rivers.

Greene, the tower keeper, wears a loose shirt and sits in his workshop. Double-layered windows block the cold wind from the outside of the tower, and the heating system inside the tower makes the room warm like a spring and summer afternoon. The modest room was quiet, except for the occasional humming or clicking of some of the machines running, except for the sizzling sound of food being heated on a nearby heating table.

Above the small magic net terminal in front of Green, a big boy with freckles on his face was emerging in the holographic projection, speaking with a wave of excitement: "...... The neural network class is very interesting, and Mr. Magnum is actually a very interesting teacher, and although he has a loud voice, I have recently noticed that he is not at all as old-fashioned as other teachers......"

"You're still comfortable over there, aren't you?" Ge Lin couldn't help but smile on his face, "Are all the things in the imperial capital expensive?" Is there enough money to bring? ”

"You ask this every time - it's enough, don't worry," Storm in the holographic projection had a helpless expression on his face, "There are shops and cafeterias open to students and teachers in the college district, things are cheaper than in the country, and I also got a part-time job that doesn't affect my studies, I help out in the school's laboratory, and I earn three pounds a week." ”

"Oh...... That's good......" Greene nodded—he didn't really imagine life in the academy, and he didn't understand what it was like for students to help out in the school's labs, but from the elated expression of his eldest son and the description of the other man, he could still feel a sense of contentment and happiness.

"Ah, I won't tell you - it's almost time, and I have a class to go to in a moment."

"Okay, okay, you take care of yourself over there, don't get into conflict with your classmates......"

The holographic projection disappeared, and the runes on the base of the magic net terminal dimmed one by one, and Greene blinked, shook his head with a smile, and stood up from behind the table.

Sending his eldest son to the Imperial College seemed like the right choice, and Storm was still very motivated far from home, which made the scribe-turned-tower keeper feel a little proud and expectant.

It seems that there is going to be a decent man in the family, the tower keeper thought.

In a good mood, he walked to the heating table not far away, ready to pick up the food that had been heated, but as soon as he got up and walked three or five steps, a crisp bell suddenly came from behind him, and the magic net terminal on the table brightened again.

This "ringtone" has only been made after the technicians have upgraded the equipment here in recent weeks, and the magic technicians of the Imperial Capital have made some improvements to the magic network terminal, replacing the originally inconspicuous buzz with a louder ringtone, which in Green's opinion is very effective - the bell is obviously much more penetrating than the buzz, and now he will not miss important information even if he stays in the next room.

The tower keeper turned his head and saw that the magic network terminal had started on its own, and the holographic projection above the terminal showed the rotating emblem of the imperial network control center, which made him immediately get serious and quickly came to the table - the terminal turned on by itself, showing the emblem of the control center, which showed that the information that came after that was broadcast by the whole network directly sent by the imperial capital headquarters, and this kind of information is usually a great event!

A few seconds later, a message from the Imperial Capital Headquarters was sent, and the printing equipment connected to the Magic Net terminal on the desktop immediately started on its own, accompanied by the sound of gear bearings rotating and the sound of paper rubbing in the machine, Greene saw the sophisticated equipment quickly spit out a document.

He stepped forward and pulled the paper clip of the printing equipment, cut the document from the continuous paper roll, and then his eyes fell on the ink that had been solidified and cooled, and the words at the beginning of the document came into view:

"From Cecil Imperial Magic Network Communications Administration - forwarded to hubs at all levels throughout the empire - Archives at all levels of hubs - the following text:

"The results of the investigation into the recent 'Goddess of Magic Stop Feedback' incident are hereby released......

Greene couldn't help but blink when he saw this - the goddess of magic stopped giving feedback, he had also heard about it, although he was not a mage himself, and he did not believe in the goddess of magic, but he may be the most well-informed person within a radius of a hundred miles after working in this Luan hub for a long time, and many information transcripts that have come and gone recently have mentioned this matter, and there are many mages discussing the mysterious "disappearance" of the goddess of magic in the magic network communication, and it is really difficult not to pay attention.

As far as he knew, this major event had even alarmed His Majesty the Emperor and the scholars and great magicians in the imperial capital, and there was even an emergency investigation team set up to investigate the matter. Moen, and even the Emperor himself, appeared on the Investigative Panel's roster as a supervisor......

Suffice it to say, Glynn had never seen so many awesome names appear in the same place in his life, with the exception of the founding of the country—he believed that even the most ignorant peasant woman would be in awe when she saw that list, and immediately realized how credible and reliable the team responsible for investigating the gods was.

Now this incomparably luxurious investigative team has completed its investigation? The reason why the goddess of magic suddenly stopped giving feedback has been found?

Green, an ordinary person who did not believe in the goddess of magic, was uncontrollably curious, and he hurriedly looked down, but when he saw the follow-up text, his gaze froze for a moment:

“…… It is with great sadness that we announce to society that our venerable and great Lady Mirmina, the goddess of magic who has guided and sheltered all the casters of spells in the mortal world, has recently fallen to the unfortunate ......"

……

Information spreads rapidly throughout the land through the magic network, through the communication network that binds everyone together, from Lu'an City to Winter Castle, from Shilin City to Changfeng, from transmission towers to information stations, from the terminals of the magic network to the communication rooms of newspapers everywhere...... The nationwide broadcast from the Imperial Capital Demon Network Communications Administration was repeated again and again.

At the Paramel Observatory, Morgan Hugo stood up abruptly from behind his desk, the venerable old mage staring, his beard trembling slightly, while a piece of paper that had just been spit out of the printing machine lay quietly on the table in front of him, the words on it were clearly legible:

“…… Lady Mirmina is a respectable guide and patron who has conscientiously assumed and fulfilled her priesthood and responsibilities throughout the long years of human civilization, guiding us through the darkness and obscurity of the early civilizations, and protecting the fragile mortals through the long nights of the early civilizations......

“…… Lady Mirmina's life was a glorious life, a life of love, a life of greatness, a life full of battles, a mentor and a warrior who led mortal civilization through obstacles, and he fought bravely......"

The black handwriting on the paper was imprinted in Morgan Hugo's eyes, and the old mage had completely lost his sharp thinking and proper demeanor for a while, he didn't know what he should do now, and he didn't even know what he should think in his head—like most mortals, he never thought that he would one day face the fall of a god, let alone that the news of the fall of a god would appear in front of his eyes in this form, and the degree of unbelievability of things was beyond the scope of human intelligence. So much so that the old mage didn't even realize for a while that the "obituary" itself was extremely weird.

With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open, and Morgan Hugo looked up a little dazedly, only to see another high-ranking mage in robes standing there—it was the second head of the Palamel Observatory, a trusted friend he had called from the St. Sunil Astrology Society, and the gray-haired mage was standing there in dazed and stunned eyes like a man awakened from a nightmare.

"Morgan!" The mage standing at the door finally shouted, "Oh my God, did you see the news broadcast in the magic network today?!" ”

"I see it...... I also have a printed document here, which was printed by the device itself......" Morgan groggily pointed to the paper on the table, "Benjamin, are we dreaming?" The goddess of magic...... Fallen?! ”

"Goddess of Magic...... "The great magician, known as Benjamin, gasped, and then walked quickly to Morgan's desk, where he saw the print that still smelled of ink, and there were several expressions on his face, "...... I thought I was dreaming a minute ago, but ...... Damn it...... Morgan, we ......"

He reached out and grabbed the print, muttering for a few seconds before reassembling the language: "Morgan, is this believable?" Is this news credible? ”

"This is from the imperial capital, with the signature and stamp of His Majesty the Emperor, as well as the marks of the three archons......" Morgan Hugo finally sobered up a little from his daze, he looked at the printout in Benjamin's hand with a complicated expression, "At least the document itself is absolutely true, and the message on it ......"

Benjamin shook his head, "I haven't heard feedback from the Goddess of Magic in many days, and although I rarely prayed before, I can at least tell what it feels like to hear from the Goddess." ”

Morgan opened his mouth, but what he wanted to say was not spoken, he glanced at the print again, and looked at the sincere and touching words of condolence on it, and finally a strange feeling finally appeared in his heart: "This is a eulogy written by a man to the gods...... Benjamin, I always thought it was weird, mourning the gods...... Can you imagine? Mourning the gods......"

"But how else can you write a tribute?" Benjamin raised his eyes and raised the paper in his hand with a wry smile, "What do you want His Majesty the Emperor to write?" He had run out of words of grief and praise......"

Yes, a letter of condolence from a human to a god is indeed very strange, so strange that it should not have been in this world at all, and yet, as Benjamin said, if it is not written like that, how can it be written?

If the gods did fall, then humans could only mourn like that, Morgan thought, and he thought that the only reason why he thought these eulogies were strange was because ...... In his limited life, he had never experienced the fall of a god.

Now, he might really have to go through it once.

On the printout in Benjamin's hand, the words at the end are clear and sharp: "...... In order to express our condolences and remembrance to the goddess of magic, Lady Mirmina, the Goddess of Magic, the Imperial Supreme Government Office, and the Imperial Theological Administration, we will hold a 'god's funeral' and commemorative activities on the 45th of this month, on which the national sirens, alarm bells and horns will be sounded, and a grand send-off ceremony will be carried out by the Imperial Dragoons......

"His Majesty the Emperor hereby calls for a moment of silence for all spellcasters throughout the country to express our condolences on that day......"

Morgan Hugo closed his eyes, and although he was not a devout believer in the goddess of magic—or almost all of them were not devout followers of the goddess of magic—the sincere words of the memorial message still touched his heart deeply, and he seemed to feel the sadness of His Majesty the Emperor when he wrote these words, and he was also deeply affected by the emotions conveyed from the words.

As for the strange choice of words and sentences in the eulogy and the strangeness of the circular itself...... It's not so important at the moment.

How else can you write it? No one has ever experienced anything like this......

……

"The news will soon spread across the country......

Windsor Marpel sighed softly, her eyes swept over the original manuscript in front of her, and the expression on her face was indescribably sad and joyful.

Daniel sat across from her, the old mage's face as cold and slightly gloomy as ever: "In fact, it has already been sent to the whole country through the network of transmission towers, but the newspapers and announcements at the end will be delayed for a little time. However, this will not have much effect, the mages have the vast majority of communication resources, and they will be the first to receive the news. ”

"Next...... We're going to get serious about preparing for the 'funeral,'" Windsor said, nodding, "This is our first joint operation with the Cecil, and it's been a hasty collaboration with such a short time to prepare, and Your Majesty wants us to do our best and not make any mistakes in front of the Cecil." ”

"Of course, we will not live up to Your Majesty's expectations," Daniel seemed to have an imperceptible smile on the corner of his mouth, but the smile was fleeting, "Then I'll leave first—the 'Transnational Funeral Committee' is still waiting for me." ”

Windsor stood up to see the old mage leave the room and disappear into the depths of the hallway, before she withdrew her gaze, as if talking to herself, and whispered as if seeking evidence again, "O Goddess of Magic......"

There is no feedback in the spiritual world, and the end of the prayer is empty.

Windsor finally received no response - the goddess of magic was indeed dead.