In the two days since arriving in Talrond, Kassandra has learned as much as she can about this mysterious kingdom that has just undergone a devastating war—for millions of years, this ancient kingdom has closed its gates, surrounded by endless oceans of ice, covered by the shield of the continent, Tallund is like a mysterious otherworld, even the same ancient Siren, has never been able to get a glimpse of the true face of this land, and as a witch of the deep sea who holds the knowledge, Kassandra was certainly curious about everything the continent had to offer.

Unfortunately, the former glory of this land has disappeared into history, the miracle built over millions of years has been destroyed in a matter of days, and now all that remains is the devastated land and the ruins of cities scattered across the continent, and Kassandra can only restore and guess what this place once looked like from the mouths of the survivors, from the wreckage of the collapse of the huge facilities, and from the rare and blurry images that have been preserved.

On the other hand, Melita has also been asking the Kraken and the Nagas about the recent changes in the human world during this time - after the loss of the Omega system, the advanced communication system that Tallrond once prided himself on has been completely shut down, and Melita has not heard from Loren for a long time.

At the same time, the news that "an exploration party from the human Cecil Empire has unexpectedly arrived in Tallund" was quickly sent from the coastal camp to the current temporary "capital" of the dragons, and it was only at this time that the dragons were first aware of the situation in the human world and the upcoming "international conference" on the northeastern border of the Gondor wasteland.

- The Dragon-Blood Grand Duke Baloger has just returned to the Holy Dragon Principality at this moment, and he has not had time to send the news from the Loren Continent back to Talrond.

On Kassandra's third day on the land of Tarlund, a small special team, led by Hlagor himself, arrived at the camp on the Broken Shore.

In the house where Melita and Noretta lived in Camp Broken Shores, the magic crystal lamp glowed with a constant glow that illuminated the makeshift dwelling made of recycled materials and boulders, and the sea breeze howled outside, rolling up gravel and sand against the walls made of alloy plates, but the cold wind was finally blocked from the small shelter - the room was kept warm enough that Kassandra wouldn't have to worry about her tail freezing in the wind.

She looked curiously at the middle-aged man sitting in front of her—it was said that this was the supreme ruler of the dragon clan today, he still had a pair of golden vertical pupils in his human form, showing obvious dragon features, his face was somewhat serious, his eye sockets were deep, and the bridge of his nose was high. Judging by the aesthetic standards of the human form, he was a heroic man, but the Witch of the Depths, who had lived for millions of years, saw a trace of exhaustion in the depths of those eyes, and it was clear that the leader was under great pressure.

But there was another endless fighting spirit emanating from the dragon leader, and this fighting spirit completely overshadowed the exhaustion of the pressure—this fighting spirit was reflected in the outward appearance of Helagor's torch-like gaze and a calm and powerful voice: "Dear lady, I'm sorry to keep you here for three days—I was supposed to be here first, but our base camp is too busy, and it is not easy for me to get out." ”

"I can understand that the survival of the people takes precedence in this situation," Kassandra said with the same seriousness - despite the Siren's lively nature, as a deep sea witch who has lived for a long time, she still knows how to be serious on what occasions, "My men and I have been well cared for here, Miss Melita and Norretta, and the days of waiting are still very fulfilling." ”

"That's good," Hagere nodded, glaring into Kassandra's eyes, "and I'm going to get straight to the point—I've heard the news you've brought, supposedly...... Are the mortal races of Loren trying to build a vast alliance that spans races and nations? ”

"Yes, it was first proposed by Gawain Cecil the Great, and the Empire of Typhon and Cecil were the main initiators of this alliance," Kassandra nodded, "but the information I have provided is only for reference - I am only leading a team of explorations, and I can at best represent the North Harbor, and I cannot act as an ambassador or represent Cecil's official voice." ”

"I understand," said Hragore at once, and then he thought for a moment, "then...... Does this alliance restrict participants from being forces on the Loren Continent? ”

"This ...... As far as I know, it seems that there is no such limitation, but I am afraid that Emperor Gawain did not think that there would be ...... outside the Loren continent in the first place," Kassandra said subconsciously, and suddenly reacted in the middle of speaking, "Wait, you mean, the dragons of Talrond also have the will......"

"I still need to know more about this alliance," Hragere nodded, "but before that, I am personally really interested in this alliance. ”

Kassandra's eyes widened, and in a split second, she realized that her unexpected trek might be about to have an even more unexpected reward.

……

In a clearing in the camp, Melita Pernia met the red dragon Calador, who had arrived with the leader.

Behind Calador, several powerful high-level dragons were vigilantly protecting something in the center of the clearing, it was something wrapped in layers of heavy fabric and sturdy boxes, there was no sign on its surface, and there was no breath inside, apparently in addition to ordinary protection, this thing was also protected by breath masking—this thing was placed abruptly in the clearing, so conspicuous that Melita subconsciously glanced over there several times before turning her gaze back to Calador.

"I heard you're looking for me," she said, looking at the red dragon in front of her, her face curious, "what's wrong?" ”

"There's a mission that the leader wishes to give you," the humanoid Calador said with a serious expression, "This mission may require you to leave Talrond for a while. ”

"Leaving Talrond? At such a time? Melita was taken aback, "But I'm busy here......"

"I know the fishing grounds of the Broken Shores are important, but what you have to do is more important than here," Calador shook her head before Melita could finish speaking, "Don't worry, Noretta has the ability to take care of everything here, and the Argondol side will send some dragons to keep this camp running, so you don't have to worry about it." ”

Melita saw the other party's seriousness and immediately nodded: "Okay, I understand - what did the leader ask me to do?" ”

"You are the dragon who knows the human world best, and the only dragon who has a personal relationship with the legendary pioneer of the Cecil Empire - we need you to go to Cecil now as a dragon ambassador," Calador said solemnly, then leaned slightly to signal the thing behind him that was tightly guarded by the dragons, "Also, your other task is to hand over this item to that Gawain Cecil." ”

Melita listened in amazement, and then her eyes fell once again on the mysterious thing covered in heavy fabric, which was obviously a large box inside, and couldn't help but ask, "I wanted to ask just now...... What the hell is this? ”

At this moment, Calador felt a dull pain in his head - it was not easy to explain the ins and outs of the things in the box, not that the truth of the matter was complicated, but that this matter was really unbelievable to a certain extent, but he knew that he must explain, after all, Melita would know what she was sending sooner or later, and she would have enough authority to know what it was.

“…… First of all, it was a dragon egg," Calador said slowly, "and then—you found something to hold it steady—it was left behind by the gods. ”

"Hey...... Aha?!! ”

"Look, I said I'll hold you steady, right?"

……

With the arrival of the recovery month, the first warm current melted the snow on the plains, and the extension of the light time also dispelled the fog that had been entrenched for a long time.

On both sides of the old Imperial Boulevard, citizens still dressed in winter and fresh in their spring clothes took to the streets, the sun hanging high over the city, the warm light shining on the rooftops and the crystal glass of the shop windows beside them, people talking in front of their houses or shop windows, talking about the winter that had just passed, about the war that had ended, or about the meeting that was about to take place.

The black wizard with the insignia of nobility crushed the wide, smooth road of the Imperial Avenue and drove smoothly, and Grand Duke Ferdinand Wendell sat in the wizard car, his eyes sweeping the scenery of the street with the vehicle moving forward.

The business representatives of the company riding two-wheeled bicycles reappeared on the street, the crisp chimes spilled over the street, the wheels spun around, and the hurried figures turned into the depths of the streets; Sorrowless children play on street corners, waving old leaflets and strips of colourful cloth that they have picked up out of nowhere, on which words about the church and the council of the nobility can be faintly seen; Men who had gone out to buy food walked by the side of the road, wearing thick coats and hurrying in their steps.

The magic car drove through a section of the road and into the next intersection, the sound of the car horn echoing through the street.

An old woman dressed in black sat sluggishly on the steps in front of the door, draped in a black blanket with the insignia of the Imperial Knights, clutching letters from nowhere.

A knightly officer in a military coat was pacing in the sun, and when the magic guide car passed by, he looked up, stopped after recognizing the insignia on the car, and turned to watch the car pass silently, a hideous scar extending from the corner of his forehead to the bottom of his neck, and at the end of the scar was the collar on which the medal was hanging.

As the car approached the Obsidian Palace, the radio in the city sounded, and after a few short noises, there was light music—the melodies of the musicians, based on court music and specially adapted for popular purposes.

Since a month ago, this melody has been sounding every day, under this melody, some people's wounds are gradually healing, some people's fate is frozen in the dark, all the dark tides and guns and arrows are happening, and they are all coming to an end, when the next day's melody sounds, the sun will still rise and shine above the heads of this foggy city, until the fog dissipates, and those who survive continue to face this world that is neither beautiful nor ugly.

The arrow-tailed swallows nesting within the walls of the Obsidian Palace could not understand the joys and sorrows of the world, they were only startled by the sudden sound of the radio, and rushed into the sky in a series of flapping wings, flying over the magic guide car in a chaotic manner.

"Your Majesty," said one of the attendants, bowing as she entered Rosetta Augustus's study, "Archduke Ferdinand has entered the atrium. ”

"Let him come over here." Rosetta nodded.

After the attendant retired, Matilda, who was sitting at the desk to help with the business, looked at her father, "Do you need me to leave?" ”

"No," Rosetta glanced at Matilda, "if you just stay here." ”

Matilda nodded, and after a few moments, Archduke Ferdinand Wendell, who was still imposing despite his age, came to the study.

"Your Majesty, and Your Highness the Princess," the old duke bowed his head in greeting, "Good day." ”

"Let's talk about the situation in the city," Rosetta said casually, compared to when he was cursed before, his negative temperament has obviously dissipated a lot, although he is far from becoming a gentle person, but at this moment, the ruler of Typhon obviously no longer has that oppressive yin aura, "What have you seen all the way here?" ”

"Aldenan is slowly recovering—and so is the Empire," Ferdinand sat down across from his desk, "the situation has stabilized, the voices that once questioned have disappeared, and the wavering are now in the right place, the forces we use to maintain order have weakened a lot, but the forces that disrupt order have weakened even more." Merely...... Parliament Street and several upper-class blocks are deserted these days. ”

"In time, it will be lively again," Rosetta said lightly, "We just need to continue to maintain stability, let production gradually recover, and let the supply and prices in other regions further stabilize, and get through this dangerous time, and everything will continue to improve." ”

Then he paused and asked, "How is the situation in the Church of the God of War?" ”

"The Church itself was better than expected - as the power of the god of war had faded, the remaining clergy and papal knights had all lost their strength, and even though some of them still maintained their original beliefs, they eventually obeyed the royal arrangement. Now that the Reform Committee has moved into the Great Church, it has begun to count the assets and remnants of the Church of War. By the way, the numbers on those books are really ...... Amazing.

"The more troublesome thing is the people, after all, the belief in the god of war has lasted for a long time in our country, and its influence has penetrated into all aspects of society, although the ordinary people do not have the same high piety and organizational ability as the priests, but those large numbers of ordinary believers are still an unstable factor."

"That's why we need the Reform Committee to make this transition," Rosetta said, "and the Cecil's methods are very useful, they know how to steer public opinion and bring about subtle changes in society without escalating the situation – they have turned the largest Church of Light into an academic facility, and they have turned the doctrine of Light into a kind of civilization pact, and while these experiences may not be 100% useful in Typhon, at least they show us the way." ”

Peddinand lowered his head: "It's exactly as you said. ”

Then Rosetta pondered for a moment and said thoughtfully, "Since we have spoken of the Cecil...... Pei Di Nanqing, is their warship still operating near the East Coast? ”