The streets of Cecil are as bustling and vibrant as ever, and everywhere you see is the cityscape that you are used to, but for Byron today, walking on the streets of Cecil has a different experience-

Pea followed him, talking incessantly.

She spoke with great interest, of her experiences at the Academy, of the new friends she had made, of everything she had seen, of the weather, of her mood, of the books she had read, and of the new magic drama that was being produced, and that the girl who was finally able to speak again was almost babbling as if she had come to the world for the first time, as if she were going to redescribe everything she had seen and experienced.

Even if it was a small street shop that she would pass by every day, she would run in with a smile and a smile to say hello to the owner inside, and receive an exclamation and a congratulations.

Byron was always by Pea's side with a smile on his face.

It was a short journey home, but it took half a day like this.

When the father and daughter finally arrived near Knight's Street, Byron saw a figure wandering at the intersection - it was Philip, who had returned to Cecil two days earlier.

Byron stepped forward with a smile, and Philip, who was not far away, also sensed the breath approaching, and turned around to greet him, but before the two old partners spoke, the first one to speak was Pea, and she greeted Philip very happily, and a happy voice came from the vocal device of the nerve thorns: "Uncle Philip!!" ”

Philip was about to speak, but he was stunned when he heard the unfamiliar, synthetic female voice, and only after two seconds did he look at Pea in disbelief: "Pea...... Are you talking? ”

"It's me!!" Pea smiled happily and spun around half a circle in place, showing the metal device on the back of her neck to Philip, "Look! Grandpa Pittman made it for me! This thing is called Nerve Thorn and can speak for me!! ”

"We just got back from the institute," Byron quickly explained before the pea could babble, "according to Pittman, it's a small artificial nerve cord, but it's a little more complex than the artificial nerve cord, and helping the pea talk is only one of the functions - of course you know me, I won't pay attention to the content that is too specialized......"

"I've heard about this project...... Philip looked at Pea with wide eyes and joy and surprise, "but I didn't expect it to be ...... so soon Great, Pea, it's definitely worth celebrating today! ”

"It's okay to celebrate, not to drink with my dad!" Pea immediately glared and said, "I know that you have strong self-control, uncle, but my dad can't control himself at all!" As long as someone dragged him to drink, he had to get himself drunk, and every time he would sleep in the living room until the next day, and then I would help clean up...... Uncle, you don't know, even if you persuade your father on the spot, he will drink secretly when he comes home, and say that there is a beginning and an end, and that it is a respect for the brewery...... And also, last time you ......."

The girl's brain was spinning rapidly, the brainwave signal-driven magic device did not need to be ventilated or rested, and the rainstorm of words made Philip's head and face confused, and the young (in fact, not so young) Mr. Knight was smiling at first, but soon became stunned, and he looked at Byron in a daze—it was not until Pea finally calmed down that he found an opportunity to speak: "Byron...... This...... What's the matter with this kid......"

"Didn't expect that, did you?" Byron's face was full of "you also have today" expression, although he was still the one who was preached this time, but it was Philip who was the one who endured the "storm", which made him feel inexplicably happy, "We didn't expect that there would be so many ...... in the stomach of a pea"

Pea immediately widened her eyes and looked at Byron, with an expression of "I'm going to open my mouth if you do this again", so that the latter quickly waved his hand: "Of course, I am very happy that she can say what is in her heart......"

Then, without waiting for Pea to speak, Byron immediately pulled the topic in another direction, and he looked at Philip: "Speaking of which...... What are you doing here? ”

"I know you're going to the North, so I'm here to say goodbye to you," Philip said with a serious face, "I've been busy lately, and I'm worried that I won't have time to say goodbye if I miss it." ”

“…… Why do I feel awkward when you talk like that," Byron rubbed his arms together, "as if I was going to die this time." ”

Philip thought for a moment after hearing this, and analyzed with a serious face: "Theoretically, this kind of thing will not happen, there will be no war in the north, and your mission will not clash with the locals or the violets across the channel, theoretically you can come back alive except for jumping into the sea after drinking high and finding someone to duel when you are idle......"

Byron: "...... Honestly, you're deliberately sarcastic, right? ”

Philip's serious expression did not change in the slightest: "Sarcasm is not a knightly act. ”

Byron thought about it again, and his expression became more and more weird: "I still think you guys are sarcastic about me - Philip, you have grown up!" ”

Pea stood beside him, looked at Byron, then at Philip, and laughed slowly, happily.

……

The Comte de Dourer sits comfortably on a soft sofa with floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the garden and the bustling neighbourhood beyond, and the afternoon sun shines through the crystal glass.

In the corner of the wall, the sound of soft music was coming from the magic guide device, and the exotic tune made the nobleman from Typhon feel more relaxed.

He held a beautifully printed book in his hand, the cover of the book has the words "Brief Description of Folk Myths in the North of the Continent", the paper of the book is not precious, but there are exquisite illustrations and neat and beautiful text typography inside, he turned a new page, his eyes swept over the first few lines, he couldn't help but show some emotion, and looked up at the person sitting opposite him: "Master Habiye, I have to admit that the printing technology of the Cecil people is much stronger than ours, The book was so beautifully printed that it gave me the urge to start a printing shop. ”

The man sitting across from him no longer looked young, with the elegance of a scholar and had lost his prime, and the old gentleman with the smell of a book was none other than Typhon's famous scholar and grammar master, Habier Reston, who was also a member of the Typhon legation, and was now also reading the Cecil's printed readings, but it was not a tome, but a thin popular booklet with a colorful cover and short articles.

Hearing the words of the Count of Dürer, the old gentleman looked up: "It is indeed an incredible printing, especially since they can print colorful patterns so accurately and in large quantities - the technology in this regard is really curious." ”

"It is said that this technology has only been around Cecil for a few months," said the Count of Durreux casually, but his eyes fell on the popular booklet in Habiye's hand, "Are you still looking at that booklet?" ”

"It's called 'Magazine,'" said Habiye, raising the booklet in his hand, with a handsome and upright cover figure on the cover of the booklet reflecting the ink in the sunlight, "and it was plain, but unexpectedly interesting, and inspired me by the grammar it used and the structure of the whole magazine." ”

"But with all due respect, it seems to me that the stuff on it is a bit too overdone," said the Count of Dürer, laughing, "and I thought that a scholar like you would disdain anything like that—they were not even as deep as the book of myths in my possession. ”

"Your Majesty has entrusted me with the task of compiling the Reich, and the greatest experience I have accumulated in the last six months is to change the one-sided pursuit of 'elegance' and 'profundity' in the past," Habiye put down the magazine in his hand and looked at the Count of Doureux quite seriously, "Newspapers and periodicals are a new thing, they are different from the expensive and scarce texts of the past, their readers are not of such high status, nor do they need too much knowledge, and heraldic and ritual codes do not interest them—they do not understand them. ”

As he spoke, the old gentleman pointed to the magazine he had placed on the table: "What they really understand is something more plain and straightforward, and in this respect, the Cecil people are clearly better than us." Your Majesty wanted us to learn from the merits of the Cecil in this respect, and to find their knack for rallying people, boosting morale, and guiding the common people, and that is why he sent me, and I naturally wanted to pay attention to their results in this regard. ”

The Count of Durre raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What have you learned in the past few days? ”

"It's a big deal, these magazines – and the other popular books that circulate in the market – have a lot of appeal, I don't know if you've noticed, and now even a lot of the young people in the mission are interested in these books, and they often discuss those popular stories in private, and some of them have gone to see two magic dramas and love the characters in the plays, and the attraction of novelty is undeniable," Habiye said with a smile, "and I talked to that Mr. Godwin Orlando, He was a man of great learning that even made me want to ignore his Cecil identity.

"Nearly half of those magazines and newspapers were founded by Godwin Orlando, and his idea of starting something like that was so refreshing to me that I would even like to invite him to Typhon, but I knew it was unrealistic—he was so important and valued by the royal family that he couldn't have worked for us."

"Haha, it's rare to see you compliment people so frankly," Count Duller couldn't help laughing, "if you're really willing, maybe we can try to win over the apprentices that Mr. Godwin has trained—after all, recruiting and examining talents is also one of our tasks this time." ”

Habiye smiled and shook his head: "If it weren't for the fact that our trip to this trip was approaching, I would definitely seriously consider your suggestion." ”

……

"The signing ceremony in the morning was successfully completed," Hetty placed a thick document on Gawain's desk in the spacious and bright study, "After so many days of bargaining and revisions, the Typhonians finally agreed to most of our terms—and we have reached a tacit agreement with them on many terms of reciprocity. ”

"It's called a win-win," Gawain smiled, put down the stack of materials he was just reading, raised his hand and picked up the documents that Hetty had brought, and said casually as he flipped through them, "New trade categories, new diplomatic memos, new peace statements, and...... Investment Plan ......"

Gawain's gaze fell on some of the words in the document, and he smiled and leaned back in his chair.

In the new investment permit, "film and television drama production and distribution" and "audio-visual book products" are prominently listed.

Hetty's gaze fell on the stack of materials that Gawain had just put down, and she was a little curious: "What is this?" ”

"The new script for the Shadow Play," said Gawain, "the Beacon Fire—in memory of the brave Marquis Belk Loren, of the scourge that should be remembered forever." It will be released this summer or earlier, if all goes well...... The Typhonians would also see it shortly after that. ”

Hetty's eyes were deep and thoughtful, and she heard the voice of the ancestor come slowly:

"Give them the Shadow Show, give them magazines, give them more popular stories, and everything else that can glorify Cecil. Let them worship the heroes of Cecil, make them familiar with Cecil's life, constantly tell them what an advanced civilization is, and constantly hint at how far their own lives are from the true 'civilized state'. In this process, we need to emphasize our kindness and emphasize that we are with them, so that when a sentence is repeated a thousand times, they will think that the sentence is their own thoughts......

"Then, the time of peace came, Hety."

Hetty's gaze slowly moved over the desk, and eventually, it landed on a document that seemed to have just been completed in Gawain's hand.

There is only one line of words on the cover of the document:

Dyeing plan.

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