Amber's cranky thoughts can only be cranky thoughts, and only after the half-elf mouth train has finished running can Gao Wen glance at this shame of all things: "Tell me, do you have any thoughts about what you heard today?" ”

"What did you hear today?" Amber stuck out her tongue and bent her neck to the side and muttered, "I feel like all I heard today is something terrible...... The kind of ...... that will be immediately silenced if you change the occasion and identity"

Gawain continued to look at the half-elf with a smirk until her expression became more and more embarrassed, and that kind of pretending to be stupid could not be maintained any longer, until she had to whisper: "Actually, I have long realized that the identity of the 'Extraterritorial Wanderer' is not entirely bluffing......

"I know you're aware of it," the corners of Gawain's mouth curled, "of course you do." ”

Amber looked at Gawain steadily, and after a few seconds, her expression relaxed, and her usual heartless appearance returned to her, and she smiled, with a smug expression: "Of course - I'm the most well-informed person in the entire Northern Continent. ”

"If my intelligence minister can't piece together the truth from all aspects of intelligence, then the Empire's intelligence system is obviously in the biggest crisis," Gawain exhaled softly, as if something in his heart had suddenly been put down, he felt a little relieved, and at the same time a little curious, "But...... Do you think Hetty and Rebecca are aware of this? ”

Amber tilted her head, then looked up towards the distant sunset, letting those pale golden clouds reflect in her amber eyes: "I guess...... From the day you walked out of the grave, they didn't care if you were Gawain Cecil or not. Now, the question is even less relevant. ”

Gawain looked at the half-elf with some surprise, he knew that the other party actually had a very bright mind under the thick and leafy exterior, but he never thought that she had even thought about this level of the problem - Amber's answer seemed to remind him of something, he looked thoughtful, and finally put all his thoughts into laughter.

Everything that Gawain Cecil knew was gone, and there were only a handful of people who survived seven hundred years to this day—and those who were active in this era only needed to know Gawain today.

This question really doesn't make much sense.

"Speaking of which, you didn't mention the god of nature to the Empress," Amber watched Gawain's expression change, and suddenly reminded her, "Don't you plan to say it?" If the elves were to join the Theocratical Council, it would be a matter of time and time - at least for a theocratic and monarchical leader like the Silver Empress, who would sooner or later have to come into contact with the core of the disobedience plan, and sooner or later would know of Ammon's existence. ”

"Yes, sooner or later, but it's not the time yet," Gawain nodded, "at least until the elves officially join our plan, and until it's confirmed that Belsetia can unify and control all the upper wills of the elven empire." The elves are different from ours, their ruling system has been running for tens of thousands of years, and their royal court has long since developed into a behemoth that is difficult for outsiders to fully understand, and even the powerful silver queen may not be able to control it all. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, and said in a low voice: "It's not that I don't believe in Belsetia, but this matter involves the gods, and the elves ...... They have tried to bring the gods back into this world for the past three thousand years. ”

"Yes, if the existence of the giant deer Amon spreads to the ordinary people of the Silver Empire, there may be some big mess," Amber thought for a moment and sighed quite approvingly, "When they can't find clues, they can make several 'god prototypes' in a row, and now that they have clues, I'm afraid that they won't get you an 'ancestral god restoration' within a year, and there may even be those old guys who are still alive in the world who use their prestige to coerce the public and force the royal family to welcome back the true gods...... The Silver Empress may not be able to withstand this. ”

"That's what I'm worried about," Gawain nodded, "after all, Belsetia said that five centuries ago she exterminated an occult that tried to summon gods—five centuries for humans is 'five hundred years' for elves." ”

Amber opened her mouth to say something more, but suddenly closed her mouth again—she looked at the corner of the street, from where the high-ranking messenger Sonia was heading this way.

"It looks like you've finished talking to our majesty," Sonia said as she came to Gawain and bowed slightly, of course she was very concerned about what the other party had been talking to the Silver Empress in the past half day, but she didn't show any curiosity or inquiry, "Do you need me to take you on a tour of the rest of the town?" ”

"No need, just go to Rebecca—she needs someone to watch more than I do," Gawain said, looking in a certain direction around town, "as for me...... I also have to meet other friends. Rest assured, Sölderling is also among the guards, and he is a good guide here. ”

Sonia looked at Gawain and Amber on the side, there was no doubt on her face, she just took a half step back: "Since that's the case, then I'll leave first." ”

The figure of the high-ranking messenger gradually faded away, and the attendants and guards who were on standby nearby also received Amber's signal, and two magic guide cars came to Gawain's side with dexterity and agility, and after one of the doors opened, Thorderlin got out of the co-pilot's seat and looked at Gawain with a smile: "Is the negotiation with Her Majesty the Empress still going well?" ”

"It's not quite what I expected, but it's going as smoothly as expected," Gawain smiled and nodded, and asked casually, "The Typhonians must have arrived, right?" ”

"Yes, there was a message from the Mission's garrison that an emissary of Typhon was visiting with the royal seal of Augustus—Rosetta Augustus invited you to meet in Room 7 of the Emerald Long Hall."

"Well, this is what we communicated in advance," Gawain had expected this, he looked sideways at Amber, "Get in the car, I'm afraid we won't be able to relax these days." ”

……

Magically driven by the right breeze to blow through the flowers and plants of the southern country, bringing a pleasant fragrance, the faint glow of dusk slanted into the courtyard, sweeping from the gap in the high wall in the distance all the way to the bushes beside the path, leaving a track that seemed to be cast of light, and there were flying insects passing in the track, and a little light and dust seemed to be scattered under the fleeting figure.

All this makes the small garden seem more peaceful than ever.

The tea on the table cooled down again, but Belsetia didn't let the maid change it to new tea, she just stirred the golden-red liquid with her teaspoon at will, and casually asked, "Which direction are they going?" ”

"The direction of the Emerald Hall," said Elaine, the high-ranking maid, as she bent down, "Also, the Typhons' cart is parked in the open space behind the Emerald Hall—they are supposed to have a closed-door negotiation before the formal meeting. ”

"Yes......" Belsetia seemed a little nonchalant, "I don't know what they're going to talk about." ”

"Need to inquire?" Another high-ranking maid bent down and asked cautiously.

"No," said Belsetia without hesitation, "we don't need such a small gesture, it doesn't do any good, it's just a risk." Whatever consensus Cecil and Typhon will reach in this negotiation, the outcome will ultimately be visible in the near future. ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." 04

The garden was quiet again, the black tea in the cup regained its calm in a slow whirlpool, and Belsetia seemed to enjoy the rare leisure and tranquility, until a few minutes later she suddenly broke the silence: "Elaine, about Uncle Gawain...... How did you feel when you saw him again? ”

The high-ranking maid named Elaine thought for a moment, bowed her head and replied, "Everything is as I remember, and I am glad to see that he is very healthy now. Your Majesty, do you notice anything wrong? ”

Belsetia raised her eyelids, but before she could speak, a sudden sound of footsteps came from the direction of the entrance to the garden, and an attendant appeared at the end of the path, holding a delicate wooden box in his hand, and after receiving permission, the attendant came to Belsetia and placed the wooden box on the white round table: "Your Majesty, the messenger of Cecil has just sent you a gift from His Majesty Gawain Cecil. ”

Elaine stepped forward and opened the wooden box, but it was not a precious treasure, but a box of various snacks.

Belsetia quietly looked at the colorful pastries in the box, and finally a smile appeared in her calm expression, and she sighed softly, as if to say to herself, "Nothing wrong, Elaine." ”

……

When more and more emissaries from various countries gathered in the elven outposts on the wasteland border, the focus of the entire mortal world was focused on the northeast of the magnificent wall, far away in the imperial capital at the foot of the Dark Mountains, the palace of Cecil seemed much more deserted than before.

The lord of the empire and the princess who had the most noisy princess in the palace had left, and the archon of Heti had been busy in the government hall for half of the time, and on the days when the master was gone, no visitors would come to visit—the movement in the huge house had been reduced by seventy or eighty percent at once, which made every corridor and room seem to be much less energetic.

But Betty doesn't hate such quiet days – and of course, she doesn't resist the hustle and bustle of the past.

The heel of her shoe struck the marble floor with a series of crisp sounds, and Betty walked briskly down the wide corridor, with attendants and maids passing by her, all of whom would stop and greet the head maid respectfully, Betty always responded politely to everyone, and most of the time, she could call them by name.

Over the years, her reading and studying have made her mind a lot better.

As the attendants and maids left, Betty could hear their whispered conversations, some of which occasionally drifted into her ears—most of them were talking about His Majesty's outing, or about the news in the newspapers, about the meeting thousands of miles away, and when they were obviously staying in the big house, they seemed to be personally accompanying His Majesty in the negotiation arena.

Betty couldn't keep up with their train of thought, but seeing everyone in such spirits, she still felt better.

After completing her daily routine, the "Emperor's trusted head maid" breathed a sigh of relief, and when she looked up, she saw that she had reached the end of a corridor, a door inlaid with brass runes stood in front of her, and two heavily armed royal guards stood guard dutifully.

As she walked towards the gate, the two guards bowed their heads and greeted her with a smile: "Good evening, Miss Betty." ”

"Good evening," Betty replied politely, looking over at the door, "there's no movement in there, is there?" ”

One of the guards immediately straightened up: "No, everything is normal. ”

"Well, I'm going to go in and have a look, it's time to check."

"Of course," the guard immediately moved out of the way, opening the door at the same time, "please come in." ”

Betty nodded, thanked her, and walked past the guards into the thick door inlaid with brass runes—

Behind the door is a large and bright room, almost without any furnishings, but there are countless neat rune substrates laid on the floor and the surrounding walls, those runes emit a faint light, so that the whole room seems to float a layer of mist-like halo, and the roof of the room can also see independent ventilation holes, clean and constant temperature air flow blowing out of it, so that the whole room is maintained a very comfortable and warm temperature.

The heavy door closed behind her, and Betty raised her eyes to look at the center of the room: there was a special fluted platform, on which a two-meter-tall orb with a faint golden glow was standing.

This is a "guest" that His Majesty has specially asked to take care of.

Betty froze and circled the giant "egg" twice to make sure it was still intact, then she checked the text and symbols on a nearby holographic projection to make sure that the room was functioning properly at both the constant temperature and the power-up - she didn't really know how to operate these complex and advanced devices, but she had completed all the courses in the General Academy, and even a small number of advanced courses in the Imperial Academy, and it was more than enough for her to understand the parameter reports in those holographic projections.

After all these routine checks, the maid exhaled, and then she returned to the dome, and at some point there was a soft white cloth in her hand—she sighed somewhere on the surface of the dome and began to wipe its shell with the soft cloth.

The "squeak" of the fabric rubbing against the smooth surface of the eggshell echoed through the room.

Soon, the giant egg was polished by Betty more and more brightly, and even the surface could faintly reflect the human figure.

The maid, apparently pleased with the results of her work, took a step back, looked closely at her masterpiece, and nodded with a smile, then frowned slightly, as if she had seriously considered the problem.

I heard that this is an "egg", but it seems that it is more than an egg, and Her Royal Highness Rebecca said that this is an important guest, and His Majesty also specially explained that this "guest" needs to be taken care of...... Since this is a guest, is it better to say hello?

Betty thought about it carefully, and finally made a decision, she straightened the skirt and folds of the maid's dress, and then bent down to the giant egg very seriously: "Hello, my name is Betty. ”

"Hello, my name is Enya."

The Dome replied politely.