Lights and runes flickered on the surface of various magical devices, a low humming sound came from the magic net from the base of the laboratory, and a streamer of light streaked across the surface of the recording device not far away, and then Kamal came to the young researcher Cohen Bell.

"The ancillary equipment is ready, Cohen," the Grand Arcanist hummed, "ready for the third connection experiment." ”

The young technician in the chair nodded: "I'm ready." ”

As he spoke, he raised his head, looked at the peas who came over to look at him out of curiosity not far away, and squeezed his eyes: "Look at it carefully, this is the real use of nerve thorns." ”

After a period of time together, almost everyone in this lab is already familiar with Pea.

Pea blinked, and she saw two more assistants step forward, one of them opening a device next to Cohen's chair, which looked like some kind of terminal used to connect to other magic devices, shaped like a cylinder, with runes flashing at the top, while the other assistant came behind Cohen and pulled out the nerve thorn in the back of the other's neck, and pulled a "cable" similar to an artificial nerve cord from the cylindrical device, and brought it close to the end of the nerve thorn.

"Awareness extension project, the third connection test, each unit pays attention to recording data."

Kamel reminded the team members, then nodded to the lab assistant standing next to Cohen, who immediately connected the nerve thorn to the artificial nerve cord that extended from the cylinder - the terminal extending from the end of the nerve thorn seemed to come to life in an instant, and immediately entangled and connected to the corresponding structure on the nerve cord as a whole.

In the next second, Pea saw that the young researcher's body tensed for a moment, and there was a whistling sound from many magic devices in the entire laboratory almost at the same time, an unknown instrument was buzzing, and the nearby recording equipment instantly spit out a long strip of perforated paper, and the lights of the entire laboratory seemed to be affected, and began to flicker and dim.

Kamel and Pitman nervously watched Cohen as a tester, watching each other forcibly regain their composure after the initial spasms and regain their ability to communicate with the outside world little by little, Pitman stepped forward first: "Cohen, can you hear me?" ”

"Many voices...... overlapping ......" Cohen barely opened his eyes and looked at Pittman standing in front of him, "perception...... Confusion...... But it seems to ...... No, I can't control it......"

With the last screech coming from all the equipment, the light on the top of the metal cylinder standing next to the chair dimmed instantly, the connecting terminals of the artificial nerve cords and nerve thorns also disconnected themselves, and the lights in the laboratory suddenly dimmed and returned to normal little by little—and Cohen Bell was already in a cold sweat sitting in the chair.

"Don't move yet," Pitman pressed Cohen's shoulder, "check the situation first." ”

After the impromptu physical examination, Pitman and Kamel confirmed that the subject was unharmed, before Pitman shook his head and sighed, "Still unsuccessful......

"But it's a little and twenty-five seconds longer than the last one," Carmel hummed, "and that's two or five seconds long enough for us to record more data." ”

"That's right...... These numbers should be of some reference," Pitman smacked his lips and looked at Cohen Bell, who had a frustrated look on his face, "Is there any difference between this connection and the previous ones?" What did you see when you finally interrupted? ”

"Basically, there is no change, and after connecting, you can instantly feel that your perception is greatly expanded, but there are countless indistinguishable ...... Impurities, the information from the attached device is not completely transformed into harmless control signals, but into some kind of ...... that I can't understand" Cohen frowned, as if he didn't know how to describe his feelings for a moment, and finally said what he thought was a barely fitting word, "Some kind of 'perception' that I can't understand." ”

"As we hypothesized in our last meeting, the boundaries of human perception are confused when directly exposed to 'unfamiliar cognitions', and our brains cannot understand how a magic web terminal 'thinks'...... It's not just a matter of brain-machine translation," Carmel shook his head, "The nerve thorns and the brain are connected deeper than traditional artificial neural cords, so that the barrier between the brain and the machine has become more and more blurred, and this 'ambiguity' is the biggest difficulty at the moment." ”

"It's really too early for the human brain to control the machine directly......" Pitman touched the sparse beard on his chin, "but fortunately, the experiment of directly controlling the magic terminal with nerve thorns went well...... It is also considered that the toss during this period of time has not been in vain. ”

Pea didn't understand what advanced technical concepts Carmel and Pitman were discussing, she just lay on the isolation railing next to the experimental area, leaned her neck to look at Cohen Bell who was wiping her sweat, and her eyes widened: "Uncle Cohen, this is what you made me look at?" You look like you're a little embarrassed......"

Cohen Bell was even more shocked, and subconsciously pressed his hand on the door of his head, and a researcher next to him couldn't help but tease: "Don't let you just talk about it - let a little girl laugh." ”

Pea glared at the researcher, her eyes full of dissatisfaction—she was about to become an adult, and she was quite sensitive to others treating her as a child, and she immediately began to mutter, "Who said I was a little girl?" I'm two years away from becoming an adult! And what's ridicule, I'm just telling you the truth, Uncle Cohen doesn't have an opinion on it himself, isn't it? By the way, Uncle Cohen, your face is still a little pale, are you sweating too much and uncomfortable? Do you want to ......?"

Pea crackled and thought to pieces, and the airless way of speaking made the person concerned not even have room to interject, so that Carmel and Pittman, who were standing on the side, couldn't help but take a small step back, and Pittman also muttered in a low voice: "Why didn't we think of putting a switch on her at that time......

Kamel flashed twice and buzzed: "...... Careless. ”

……

"Daughter? Do you already have a daughter? The red-haired Dragonborn's eyes widened in surprise as she looked at the former leader who had been absent for twenty years, but she quickly reacted, "Ah, yes, it's been twenty years, and as a human, this is a long time, and you should start a family...... But when you think about it, do you only have children now? Just learning to speak? ”

"Ah, I'm a little ...... complicated," Byron immediately realized that there was a lot of ambiguity in his words, and quickly waved his hand, and only when he wanted to explain did he realize that his fate with Pea was so special, and he couldn't help but smile with emotion on his face, "It's my adopted child, and I'm fifteen years old this year." As for just learning to speak...... That's because she's been mute for many years. ”

"Dumb?" Azalena was even more surprised, and couldn't help but be a little more curious in her tone, "Yes...... Cured? ”

Byron glanced at Azarena, and a hint of pride suddenly appeared on his face: "It's a miracle brought about by magic technology." ”

"Magic Technique ......" Asharena frowned slightly, repeating the word softly, and said with a hint of thought, "This word has also recently spread to the Holy Dragon Duchy, and it is said that ...... It was the basis for the sudden rise of the Cecil Empire. A large part of the reason why we went south this time was also to see this new thing with our own eyes. ”

"There's more to this land than magic," Byron smiled and proud, "you've been gone for twenty years, and you've missed out on everything, and now you're about to return to the South, and believe me, everything there will blow your mind." ”

As he spoke, he raised the wine glass in his hand, and in the crystal glass container, the crimson wine reflected the light: "Welcome to Cecil." ”

Asarena raised her glass as well, a crisp crash came from mid-air, and after taking a sip of the fine wine, the red-haired dragonborn couldn't help but smile and shake his head: "I really miss the days when the big guy poured bad beer from an oak cup in a cheap bar...... Inferior wine mixed with water is unpleasant to drink, but the glasses can be touched to their heart's content. ”

Byron laughed a little, then stole a glance at Victoria, who was talking to Sir Gorosh not far away, and quietly leaned over to Azarena's side, and whispered, "If you're interested, I'll ask you to drink something more exciting when you return to Wintercastle—do you know about Cecil's Frost Resistance Potion?" Fifty-two degrees sauce flavor, holding the bucket to drink, that with a strong ......"

"Looking forward to it," said Azarena, who also leaned her upper body closer and chuckled in a low voice, "but tell me about your experiences over the years." What's the name of that adopted daughter of yours? What kind of child is he? ”

Byron couldn't help but laugh happily: "She's called Pea, and that's a good boy......"

……

In the eastern part of the continent, night has already enveloped Aldernan.

A nobleman in a dark coat hurried through the deep corridors of the Obsidian Palace, the light of the magic crystal lamp shining on his face that oozed a fine bead of sweat, the crisp sound of leather boots moving in front of the pillars and doors, and finally to the door of Rosetta Augustus's dormitory.

The Inner Court Guard, who was wearing black light armor and holding a battle blade, stepped forward sideways and stopped the Inner Court nobleman: "Lord Beaumar, Your Majesty is ready to rest, and you have no right to enter the Inner Hall at this time. ”

The nobleman of the inner court, known as Lord Beaumel, looked at the guard in front of him, his face was unusually pale, as if his muscles were tensed by excessive tension, and more fine beads of sweat seeped from his forehead, which made the heavily armed guards even more vigilant.

"I ...... I have something important to report to Your Majesty at once," said Lord Beaumar, with open hands and an attitude that bordered on pleading, "very important, this matter is really, very important, and it may be too late to do so!" ”

The inner court guard looked at the man in front of him, and after a short thought, nodded: "Your Excellency, I can relay it on my behalf. ”

"No, I can't say it now...... I may only have one chance to speak, and I must speak to Your Majesty myself......" Lord Beaumel grasped the hem of his garment as if he were being watched from behind by something terrible, as if he were fighting some instinctive fear with great courage, but still insisted on meeting Rosetta Augustus, "Please go in and tell your Majesty that I have been here......"

The two guards at the door looked at each other with some embarrassment: "Your Excellency, please don't let us ......"

But the guard was halfway through his sentence when he was interrupted by a voice that suddenly came from behind the gate, and a gentle but somewhat irrefutable female voice said behind the door: "Let him in—this is your Majesty's order." ”

Hearing this, the guard immediately straightened up and replied solemnly, "Yes, Miss Diana." ”

Then, the door of the inner court, which was sealed by magic, quietly slid open to both sides, and the guard at the gate nodded to Lord Beaumel: "You can go in." ”

Lord Beaumel stepped across the gate, and behind the heavy, ornate gilded door, he saw a young woman with black hair and black eyes, a dignified and feminine countenance, but with an expressionless face, standing beside her, dressed in the dress of a high-ranking maid, and her gaze fell silently on him.

This is the head of the royal maid of the Obsidian Palace, the highest lady of the inner court, a "maid" - but here, this "maid" symbolizes part of the mouthpiece of Rosetta the Great.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Diana......" Beaumel said.

"No," the head royal maid said indifferently, and raised her right hand slightly to point forward as she took a step, "Please come with me, Your Majesty is already waiting for you." ”

(Recommend a book, "The Legend of Cyber Heroes", why do you recommend it?) It's all in the title! ps: Personally, I feel that it is still worth watching, at least the beginning of cyberpunk has an internal flavor. ）