The aristocracy's life was always accompanied by an all-night of feasting and socializing, and revelry was their greatest virtue, and the balls in Gramburg continued until dawn, when the guests of the castle gradually dispersed - some stayed in the castle for the night, while others left the castle at sunrise in a fur-wrapped, thermostatically enchanted carriage, and the bustling place finally fell silent.

The fact that the hostess of the castle and the highest-ranking guest of the castle disappeared for a long time in the middle of the ball gave the nobles at the party endless room for reverie, but only the most superficial would speculate about the affairs of a widow, and the nobles of the South, who had a keen sense of smell and always looked at Cecil with a conspiratorial eye, were more willing to guess what secret deal the Grand Duke of the South had made with the female lord of Gülen.

There must be secret deals, there is no doubt about it - there is no simple friendship in the gathering of nobles, especially when a duke goes to meet with a viscount, there is no deal behind this and no one believes it, but the specific content of the transaction is probably not so easy to inquire.

However, the guests attending the banquet probably also speculated, they knew that Glenn Territory did not have very rich mining resources, but the farmland was quite rich, and there was a lot of fur and wood output, so they thought that the transaction between Baroness Gülen and Duke Cecil was at most revolved around these products - considering the cheap alchemy potion of Cecil Domain, perhaps Glenn would exchange his fur and wood for druid potions to improve the land......

That's what most of the guests have to reason about.

Anyway, no matter what deal Baroness Gülen and Duke Cecil make, it will not affect the pattern of the South, the relationship between the nobles has always been like this - the interests are intricately entangled, peering at each other but relying on each other, how many roots in the Black Forest are tangled, how many landed nobles in civilized societies are engaged in war while also privately trading and marrying, and it is nothing that Baroness Gülen and Duke Cecil have signed a trade agreement - who in the South does not buy the potion that Cecil has received? This did not prevent them from buying the magic net technology stolen by Count Hossman at the same time......

Gawain stood on an open terrace outside the side door of the banquet hall, the cold night wind blowing from the north and splitting a few centimeters in front of him, and he looked down at the mountain path below the castle, and watched the carriages hanging magic crystals leave one after another in the rising sun—in this cold winter, the nobles could still travel from one territory to another at any cost, going to one banquet after another, but those poor people could freeze to death on the mountain road even if they left their houses to collect some firewood in the mountains.

After a moment, he turned his head slightly: "Amber." ”

Amber's voice came from behind him, "Here it is." ”

"You...... Uh, when did you get behind me? Gao Wen was about to give orders, but he was suddenly stunned for a moment, and turned his head to find that Amber, who was originally standing behind him, didn't know when he was standing directly behind him.

"Block the wind behind you," Miss Half-Elf said confidently, "You have turned on the talisman aura to block out the cold wind, and I'll stand next to you and breathe the wind!" ”

Gawain: "...... Ahem. You go back and bring Kamel and Pitman as fast as you can. ”

Amber was stunned for a moment, "Calling Kamal over to check on Patty's magic device, right?" What does Pitman do? Are you going to have him treat Patty? ”

"That's right," Gawain nodded, "the druid is better at restoring damaged flesh and rejuvenating flesh than simply activating the light of life, and his healing methods should be effective for Patty." ”

"Is the old man okay?" Amber's voice didn't sound reassuring at all, "Lady Gülen has already found all kinds of transcendent healers, and must have found druids and the like, maybe the middle and high-level people have invited them - the old man is just a low-level druid, and even a master can't cure an injury, can he use it?" ”

"Just call," Gawain smiled, "maybe it will work?" ”

Amber scratched her hair, and her figure gradually disappeared from the air, only the voice came: "Okay, you're the boss anyway......"

Gawain turned around, looked at the empty terrace, and waited there without saying a word, and sure enough, after a while, he saw Amber's figure jump out from the side again, and the half-elf stood in front of him, and stretched his hand high: "Give me money, travel expenses!" ”

Gao Wen smiled slightly with an expected expression, reached out and slowly touched the money from his arms, and then took advantage of the moment when Amber relaxed his vigilance, he immediately pulled out his hand and knocked on the other party's head: "You still dare to ask for money!" I saw that the canonization document I received a few days ago was still gold in the morning, and it was gilded in the afternoon! You still dare to ask for money! ”

Then the amber turned into a flash of black light and went straight to the southwest......

Gawain took one last look at the rising sun after Amber had really left, and he took a deep breath of fresh air from the north to lift his mind, and then turned and walked towards the castle.

Although he didn't have much rest last night, as a transcendent professional, he is still in good spirits.

He decided to go see Patty, say good morning to the little girl, and tell her the story of Charlie and the Three Golden Crowns, which he hadn't finished yesterday.

At the same time, in a hidden underground palace located in the territory of Typhon's Empire, a stone hall suddenly lit up with the light of a magic crystal lamp.

The dark place was illuminated by a bright glow powered by magical power, revealing the circular platform in the hall, the neat seats around the platform, and the artificial neural network behind the seats, while figures in black or white robes stood silently in front of the chairs as if they were a nightmare emerging from the darkness.

They are the high-ranking Nightmare Bishops of the Cult of the Eternal Sleepers.

A starlit, purple-black shadow appeared over the round platform in the center of the hall, and the voice of the shadow sounded in the mind of every bishop: "The people have arrived, let's begin." ”

The bishops sat down one after another, and one of them looked around, then at the platform in front of him, and broke the silence with a chuckle: "After getting used to the ornate hall in the Dream City, I feel more and more shabby in the assembly hall of the real world. ”

The shadow floating above the platform sounded in the bishops' heads: "There is always something that cannot be done in dreams, so it is necessary to keep the real-world assembly halls. ”

"Your Majesty, we have made a critical step forward in Project Zero," said a white-robed bishop with a female voice, "and in Sandbox 166, the Vault has been stable for a long time, successfully operating into the first millennium. ”

"This is the longest remaining sandbox in the interior so far," said a black-robed bishop across the round table, "and we have achieved mental maintenance for the inhabitants of the Vault, and the hundred subjects in Sandbox 166 have not had a mental breakdown for a thousand years, and until the sandbox collapses, they were able to answer our questions clearly—of course, to prevent contamination, we amnesticized the 100 subjects after the disintegration of Sandbox 166." ”

"Good," the shadow above the platform said approvingly, and the starlight on its surface seemed to surge, "What is the current progression of time iteration?" ”

"The '1,000 years' of Sandbox 166 took a total of twenty-six days in the real world," a black-robed female priest bowed in response, "At present, there is a bottleneck in terms of time iteration, and the excessively high iteration level requires a huge amount of computing power, and the more you enter the accelerated depths, the more difficult it is to ensure the stability of the sandbox - before the 132 sandbox successfully entered the state of the highest number iteration, running until 378 years in one day, but the information coming out of the sandbox is only chaos and madness, All testers have been turned into nightmare derivatives after leaving the network......"

"We need to strike a balance between the progression of time iterations and stability," the Pope of the Eternal Sleeper spoke quietly in the shadow above the platform, "Don't be impatient, there is hope for humanity before this world is swallowed up - there are still many talented people among our compatriots waiting to be discovered, and we are not alone." ”

Talented Person—The first thing that came to the mind of the bishops on the scene was the "Nightmare Mentor" level Eternal Sleeper who had suddenly emerged and demonstrated an extraordinary talent for the whole new thing of the psychic network.

"The advent of the Psychic Network is greatly advancing our plans, and some previously unknown people may reveal their unique talents in the face of this new thing," the Pope's wise voice echoed in the heads of the bishops, "The concept of the database has proven to be very useful in managing sandbox systems, and according to my rehearsal, the optimization of the network architecture will further improve the efficiency of the psychic network - you need to pay attention to such talents and don't let them be buried in vain." ”

The bishops stood up in unison and saluted respectfully: "Yes, Your Majesty, do your will." ”

……

In the northern border of Ansu, in the snow-covered mountains, Victoria Wild, the Grand Duchess of the North, stood in the study with a huge map of the north, quietly watching the whole territory of Ansu depicted on the map.

The windows of the study were locked, and the howling northern wind and snow were blocked out, but at the duchess's side, the looming snowflakes still appeared out of thin air from time to time, as if she were the embodiment of winter.

The door to the study was pushed open, and Maggie, a plain-looking maid with black hair and black eyes, walked into the study, holding a wax-sealed sleeve with the pale gold insignia of the Moen royal family on it.

"Vicky, a secret letter from the city of St. Sunil."

The duchess turned around and glanced at the black-haired woman who was ostensibly a maid, but was actually a friend and advisor: "Is it a white ribbon around the griffin's neck or is it golden?" ”

"Golden."

"Then it seems that this is the will of His Majesty the King." The Duchess said lightly, and with a slight wave of her hand, the wax-sealed sleeve opened automatically, and the secret letter inside flew out and landed on her hand.

Victoria unfolded the secret letter, carefully read every word on it, and then showed a faint smile.

"The Magical Teleportation Tower on the border of Ansu and Typhon has been reactivated."

(Guys, let's talk about something, I'm going to Shenzhen to attend the science fiction convention in two days, and I'm going out for a few days, and the update will be affected this time...... However, one update a day in the morning should still be maintained. ）