In all fairness, Gawain really felt a little unable to keep up with Amber's train of thought at this moment—as a traverser who could always occupy the commanding heights in his thinking, there were really not many such cases.

But after a moment of stunned, he still realized that Amber was really a little entangled now-the behavior of running the train with his mouth full was just a habit, or he was hiding his true thoughts, but after all, such a big thing had happened, even a person with a thick nerve that was close to peripheral necrosis should have something on his mind.

"Actually...... I don't really care about the identity of the so-called androids......" After a few seconds of silence, Amber finally couldn't help but say, "Growing up, I was a 'half-blood' with a mysterious bloodline, I lived in the slums, fought people in the alleys, slept in stables, and slept in graveyards, in fact, I always knew that Pittman was probably being hunted by those cultists, and he was probably a defector like my adoptive father...... With them, there is no stable life.

"People who grab a bite of food in the dark alleys of the gutter don't have the extra heart to think about the so-called bloodline and origin, you know? It is not an exaggeration that the hardest of those did not even think about whether they were human or not, because the mere thought of tomorrow's food was exhausting, and some would even envy the knight's dog from the bottom of their hearts.

"I'm certainly better off than the hardest people, but I'm well aware of that state of being and I'm affected a lot.

"I don't care if I'm an android or not - while it does scare me a bit, I really don't care. I'm a person from a blank background, and the word 'android' is better than a blank one...... Like you said, it doesn't affect me from living like a normal person. ”

Gawain glanced down at Amber: "What do you care about, how should you face Veronica?" ”

"She ordered me to be destroyed—but it didn't work," Amber responded to Gawain's question sideways, "and she's talking about the Shadow Project and the Cyborg embryo as calmly as if she were talking about stone. Although I also know that she did not have the slightest malice in doing so......"

"Does this attitude make you uncomfortable?"

"Little, but more of a worry—many of the rebels' plans seemed too paranoid and dangerous to me, especially after I myself became a part of their plans. In order to continue the human race, they don't mind putting some people on the scales as a weight in exchange for results, although they seem to have their own bottom line, but the biggest problem is that you can't be sure if you are also on the scales when you work with them......"

Gawain glanced at Amber with some surprise, he didn't expect that this guy was really entangled in such a serious matter.

After about half a minute of thought, he spoke: "Believers in the god of commerce often say that everything in the world is on the scales of the gods.

"I don't believe in the god of business, but this sentence seems to me to be half true - all of us, since birth, inevitably stand on a scale, but the one holding the balance is not necessarily God, it may be an ordinary person who is stronger than you, it may be the law of the country, it may be the law of nature, and even the so-called ethereal fate, only one thing can be certain: as a member of all beings, as long as you are born in this world, your value must be measured by something.

"As a weight, we can't expect the benevolence of the scale, so you either have the ability to build a new one yourself, or you can keep yourself valuable enough to avoid falling off the tray of the scale.

"Your suspicions about disobedience are normal, and I have doubts, but at certain stages and conditions, the value of disobedience is enough for us to take a certain risk. Remember what I told you about the classification of friends and foes? A rebel like Veronica is a friend we can win over at certain stages and under certain conditions—if there is any balance, it is also the result of the balance of the sky. ”

Speaking of this, Gawain glanced at Amber deeply: "Of course, there is another premise in Veronica, that is, the 'Shadow Project' of the past is a thing of the past, she will not pester you on this issue, and our cooperation with her can continue." ”

The terrace was quiet for a while, and it wasn't until a minute later that Gawain heard Amber suddenly let out a long breath: "Old Zongzi, what you said is ......."

Then she looked up and handed the greasy chicken leg she was holding in her hand to Gawain: "Give you the chicken leg." ”

Gao Wen didn't keep up with Amber's train of thought for a while, and only after he reacted did he glared at this guy: "You still dare to say this word - what are you laughing at, now you are also an old zongzi!" ”

“…… Mom, it seems to be by definition," Amber thought for a moment, suddenly widened her eyes and reacted, and then she began to think endlessly, "Wait, if that's the case, my adoptive father dug me out, and then I dug you out, and you dug out Kamel and Nicholas eggs...... Is this an ancestral craft? ”

GodTM Ancestral Craftsmanship...... Is the term ancestral craft used here?

But Amber's association really shocked Gawain, and he realized that this "chain of fate" was actually connected by digging graves, and the so-called shovel that dug the ancestral graves of predecessors connected me and you - where did this devil's inheritance come from!

He shook his head vigorously to shake the shocking chain out of his mind, and then noticed that Amber was still holding a chicken leg in his hand - who could still have an appetite if the chicken leg was half-nibbled?

"Keep it for yourself." Slightly embarrassed, he rejected Amber's offer, and then glanced in the direction of the castle's lights.

"Yes, it's almost time," Amber casually withdrew the drumstick, wiped her mouth and stood up, following Gawain's line of sight, "...... It's time for this boring and long banquet to end. ”

"The pen and paper for signing are ready," Gawain nodded, "After tonight, the order of the land and the lords will be completely over." ”

……

The long banquet was finally over, and for most of the nobles who attended the banquet, it was a party that was not at all relaxed and pleasant, nor did it have any sense of extravagance, and after the ceremonial process, the atmosphere that was difficult to adapt, and the anxiety of various factors, they finally ushered in the ultimate purpose of the day.

Signed the Declaration of Imperial Reform with full acceptance of the reform, surrender of privileges, surrender of land.

Gawain returned to the castle, where in the Golden Oak Hall, where the nobles who had moved there would complete the signing ceremony in the presence of him and the three archons.

The Count of Baring, holding a light dipping pen, which seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, sighed as he glanced at the steely words on the manifesto.

Next to him, Cromwell?? The Earl of White Mountain had already picked up the pen, and with the tip of the pen moving, the knight lord with dwarven blood solemnly wrote his name.

"Sign it, it's the fate of the nobles," Cromwell said, turning his head and whispering to the Earl of Bahrain, "the nobles of the South have signed, and they don't have any doomsday." ”

The Earl of Baring raised his head and saw familiar faces, some of whom had bowed their heads to sign, some of whom were still frowning and pondering, and among these people, some of them exuded a strong smell of alcohol.

The lethargy of the alcohol was an effective help in making up their minds, and beside each of them stood court attendants in red coats to make sure their names were legible.

The Count of Bahrain had always been fond of feasts and fine wine, but tonight he did not drink a single one.

Those glorious and erosive times are gone.

He lifted the pen, the tip of which landed on the paper, and wrote a neat and sharp line of words.

……

Typhon's Empire, Obsidian Palace, Rosetta?? Augustus was sitting behind a large desk, reading the papers in his hands.

The magic net unit runs silently in the mezzanine seclusion of the roof and wall, and the constant magic power lights up the magic crystal lamps all over the study, making the room brightly lit, and melodious music comes from the nearby magic guide device, with a heart-warming melody, in which Rosetta the Great put down the papers in his hand and whispered to himself: "...... What is the Cecil Empire......"

The document in his hand is an urgent message from the intelligence department - although there is an almost costless griffin knight relay and transmission tower transmission in the empire, but due to the border isolation and the chaotic situation in the eastern border of Ansu, these information have been delayed for half a month before entering the Typhon Empire, and the timeliness has been greatly reduced.

Even if that Gawain?? Cecil has not yet been officially crowned, and he should have completed the control of Saint-Sunil at this time, and completed the unification and suppression of the nobility of the old kingdom.

The upheaval in that ancient land was beyond Typhon's calculations, and made him hesitate to judge the situation.

The end of the Ansu kingship, which in itself seems to be good news, the most chaotic and weak state of a country is the fall of the ruler, if there are no other variables, the impact of the civil war and the crystal cluster disaster to destroy the Ansu ruling group at one time is definitely a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Typhon, but the problem lies in this "variable" - the Ansu kingship did not collapse and disintegrate, but ended smoothly after the siege of St. Sunil, and in Gawain?? Cecil led a smooth transition.

This means that the chaos that the country is going to face has been minimized, and both the handover and the receiver are ready for everything - Gawain?? Cecil was not stupid, he would never do something so big without preparation.

As the ruler of Typhon's empire, as the implementer of the New Deal for nearly two decades, Rosetta?? Augustus, of course, knew what the word "empire" meant. Regardless of the conditions required to claim an empire, the biggest difference between an empire and a kingdom in terms of the way it operates is a higher concentration of power, a higher efficiency of operation and execution, a more stable order, and a greater ability to accept and use new things—and all this means that one thing, the old and decaying nation, is about to break free from the quagmire.

So far, all the information coming from Ansu has revealed something that makes Rosetta ?? Augustus was very disturbed: that country had not suffered enough trauma from the previous civil wars and the Crystal Wars, and even on the contrary, the rising power of the South was much greater than Typhon's estimation, and this force had brought the situation under control and kept Ansu alive before the disaster on the Plains of the Holy Spirit expanded.

Maybe that's why, Gawain?? Cecil dared to reorganize the country after a war...... But this could also be a bluff......

Rosetta?? Augustus leaned back in his wide seat, quickly assembling all the news that had come in his head in the last few moments, but suddenly, he frowned slightly, and his eyes turned to the window not far away.

Two identical nightingales were standing outside the window, tapping their beaks against the crystal glass of the window.

Noticing Rosetta's gaze, the two nightingales raised their heads and quietly met the ruler of Typhon.

After a long time, Rosetta showed a hint of a lack of warmth, and said casually: "As a defeated person, you have excellent courage. ”

"Accidents inevitably happen in experiments." One of the nightingales spread its wings, and a crisp sound pierced through the window and entered the study.

"It's inevitable that the project will fail." Another nightingale spoke.

"Your notions of accidents and failures are novel," Rosetta said coldly, "but unfortunately, I'm not interested in your idea of the odd anymore." ”

As he spoke, he raised his hand, ready to call the royal mage to capture the night's uninvited guest, but before that, the two nightingales had already spoken at the same time: "Are you interested in hearing about the history of the Gondor Empire?" ”

Rosetta frowned, and with a wave of his hand, the window opened a wide enough gap.

The two nightingales flew into the room one after the other, their wings shaking, and the pale green light shone out of thin air, condensing the figures of the elven twins.

Rosetta?? Augustus looked indifferently at the two identical-looking elves: "What do you want to say?" ”

"Have you heard of the Disobedience Plan?"