The Pinnacles of the Typhon Empire had a very different style from the bases built by the Cecils - judging by Gawain's eyes, if the Pinnacles of Cecil embodies the power of the magic industry, the result of a mixture of steel, machinery, crystals and magic, then the Typhon base is a costly magical wonder - more than 80% of the buildings in this area larger than Cecil's Pinnacle are "shaped" by the mages themselves.

The Typhonians opened their doors and sent knights to guide their guests, soldiers in black armor watched with curiosity and a hint of caution as the steel monsters marched into the base, Gawain sat in the back of the first car, quietly observing everything in sight through the window. He saw many stone houses lined up along a central axis, several spired towers scattered between the buildings, a hazy and illusory "mage's eye" suspended at the top of the towers, and several guard towers in neat armor and high vigilance stood guard on the outskirts of the base, watching out for all the disturbances in the wasteland area.

The orderly, disciplined and impressive.

Observing and pondering, the convoy had arrived at a stone fortress that was also "shaped" with magical power under the guidance of several Typhon knights, and Gawain saw a middle-aged man with thick black hair and a serious expression standing not far away surrounded by a group of knights, the other party was wearing a black coat that seemed to be ordinary but was actually made of some kind of high-level monster fur, wearing a dark blue coat inside, and hanging gold bracelets, ribbons and other ornaments, his eyes were falling on the steel monster cars that were driving towards him, However, Gawain could not discern any mood swings from the overly deep and restrained gaze of the Emperor Typhon.

Amber, who was also sitting in the back row, leaned over and whispered, "He's a little shorter than I thought." ”

Gawain replied casually: "That's because you've been with me for too long." ”

As he spoke, several of the magic cars came to a halt in front of Rosetta Augustus, and then each of them opened its doors on the side or at the rear at the same time, and the attendants and soldiers in blue uniforms or white light armor disembarked with surprising discipline and cooperation, and formed a guard on both sides of the convoy in the blink of an eye, and only then did one of the attendants open the door of the first car, and Gawain Cecil and his guards stepped out of the car.

Rosetta Augustus watched all this in silence and seriousness, her eyebrows twitching slightly imperceptibly.

This Duke of Ansu did not lead an entire army, nor did he lead a few strong men to the appointment as a legendary powerhouse.

And yet he is still manifesting...... Some kind of power, and it works well.

After retracting his gaze from the magical vehicles again, the Emperor Typhon stepped forward and took the initiative to meet Gawain, who had already disembarked, and a smile brewed into his face with difficulty: "It is my honor to meet a legendary hero like you—welcome to the camp of the Typhonians, which are ready to welcome your guests." ”

"I'm equally honoured," said Gawain, who casually replied to the gesture of holding hands with Rosetta Augustus, a very versatile simple etiquette from pioneering times and still widely used today, "It's an impressive camp, and I can see the courage and perseverance it shows." ”

Amber stood behind Gawain's side, bored and wanted to roll her eyes, this "high-ranking person to polite" way of speaking made her drowsy, but she was afraid that if she really rolled her eyes, she would be slapped on the wall by Gawain, so she had to hold back, and at this moment, she suddenly felt a sight falling on her.

Following her senses, she saw a tall female knight standing not far behind Rosetta Augustus, a young lady with gray hair and a shawl, who was of good shape and appearance, but her gaze was rather cold, and seemed to hide some hostility.

Amber blinked, and information immediately came to mind.

It was supposed to be the "wolf general" of the Typhon Empire, Andessa Wendell, who seemed to be hostile to Ansu because of her father's disappearance in Ansu-controlled territory.

Amber thought about it for a moment, felt that she had found something to do, so she simply glared at Andessa.

After a moment, the young wolf general Andesa Wendell looked away a little awkwardly and awkwardly.

She had never seen such a lack of cultivation and inexperience, which led to a disadvantage in the eyes, and she couldn't help but have a thought: Are the Ansu people so barbaric?

Amber was in a happy mood at the little victory, and muttered, "Yay—"

This secret confrontation between Cecil's intelligence director and General Typhon's wolf went unnoticed, and Gawain focused almost entirely on observing Emperor Typhon in front of him and speculating about his personality, and after a nourishing greeting, he and his entourage Amber, Sonia and others were introduced to Rosetta's makeshift palace.

A feast awaited them, not sumptuous, but already rare in the wasteland.

Plants could not be grown on the wasteland, monsters roaming the ground were obviously difficult to use as food, and Typhon's camp, like Cecil's camp, was completely dependent on supplies from the rear, and in such difficult conditions, even Rosetta Augustus had very little to offer, but it was clear that no one really cared about the feast itself...... At least except for amber.

After letting Amber go to forage for food on her own, Gawain naturally approached Rosetta Augustus with a wine glass, and the people around him automatically stepped back a little distance, leaving room for the Duke and the Emperor to talk while maintaining the task of escorting.

"I hope you don't mind this shabby hospitality," Rosetta smiled slightly, "our supplies are not easy. ”

"The same is true of our side," Gawain said lightly, "I can understand the harsh conditions on the edge of the wasteland - in fact, the so-called 'difficulties' we face here today would have been unimaginable seven hundred years ago, at least, we can now talk in relative safety in a camp with a glass of wine." ”

He shook the gold wine glass in his hand slightly, and the dark red liquid in the glass rippled slightly, reflecting the alluring brilliance.

"That's why we should cherish this hard-won security and prosperity," Rosetta raised his glass slightly, "to you, to the pioneers who pioneered it all seven hundred years ago." ”

Gawain accepted the salute as Rosetta continued, "We're here today to make sure this security can continue, aren't we? ”

"Of course," Gawain said, quietly following every change in Rosetta Augustus's expression, "but not everyone wants this security to last long, and some delirious people will even take the initiative to break the security barrier that will allow us to survive, what do you think about this?" ”

"I've heard about the signs of destruction you've found in the Sentinel Tower...... The dangers of the cultists are shocking," Rosetta Augustus said in a deep voice, her expression solemn, "Messenger Sonia spoke of your concerns as she spoke about it...... Frankly, I not only think this concern is necessary, but I should also be more vigilant against those cultists. I've sent the Shadow Master to inspect the nearby Sentinel Tower, but I have found no signs of erosion. Next, I will arrange for the country to search for the traces of those cultists, who are not only active in Ansu, but also in the north and west of Typhon. ”

"It takes all of us to sweep away these dark sects, just as repairing a magnificent wall requires the concerted efforts of all human nations," Gawain said, as if touched by Rosetta's sincere and calm attitude, "These seven centuries of peace and tranquility are based on the joint efforts of the pioneers of that generation, and I am glad to see that your generation can still unite in the face of crisis, even if you have some contradictions, some disputes, But in the face of the catastrophe that looms over all of humanity, sane people can always put aside prejudice and estrangement. ”

Speaking of this, he paused, not giving Rosetta time to think, and continued: "Seeing the sight of the nations of mankind coming to repair the magnificent wall reminds me of the ...... Reminiscing about those friends who fought side by side. I still remember Roland Augustus...... He always kept a straight face, told old-fashioned jokes, and he used to struggle with how to improve his sense of humor, so he even asked Charlie for advice......"

It turns out that a man who has been resurrected from 700 years ago and talks to you about his ancestors with a wine glass, full of how to talk and laugh back then, is definitely the most embarrassing and weird thing in the world, even the eloquent Rosetta the Great must bow his head and listen carefully when he hears these topics, and it is difficult to interject.

Seeing this, Gawain naturally continued the topic: "There is also Bertilla...... She was the most powerful druid I knew, and she was the most powerful druid I knew back then......

Rosetta doesn't have any extra mood swings on her face, still flat and slightly serious, deep and reserved.

He just nodded slightly, and said unhurriedly, "It's a novel feeling to hear about ancestors from you...... With you, they are no longer symbols in the history books, but have become flesh and blood. ”

"Of course there is flesh and blood, we are all mortals," Gawain said slowly, quietly focusing on Rosetta's eyes, "...... It is said that you have not been able to find the bones of Bertila Augustus...... Is that so? ”

“…… I should be ashamed," Rosetta said in a deep voice, "Seven hundred years have passed since the family sage Bertila was missing during his visit to the Ancestral Peak, and the relics are still in the way...... I'm afraid our hope of finding her is slim. ”

Gawain looked at Rosetta quietly for two seconds, then withdrew his gaze.

He did not mention the possibility of Bertila, who was "missing", plunging into darkness like most of the druids who were in the vicinity of the Ancestral Peak at the time, because that would go beyond the limits of "temptation" and appear too provocative and offensive. Although he could be a little willful in this regard by virtue of his ancestor, he decided not to mention it in order to avoid ruining the atmosphere too early.

If Rosetta doesn't react in any way after hearing the name of "Bertila Augustus", then even if Gawain makes further temptations, the other party should remain calm.

After this, Gawain consciously steered the conversation in a more relaxed and natural direction, tasting the food and wine on the scene, and gradually began to discuss some of the customs and legends of the two countries of Ansu and Typhon.

The atmosphere gradually lightened up in the process, and both men tacitly did not discuss any of the topics about the two countries being on the verge of war three years ago, and still the danger of war, as if all the opposition and friction did not exist, as if Rosetta did not know about it, and Gawain did not care about it.

An ancient man 700 years ago, a contemporary emperor, a story about the customs of the Great Pioneer Period, and a story about the evolution and development of modern society, they talked happily like old friends, and the topics seemed endless, which made Amber, who had just finished foraging, was satisfied, and was strolling over with a chicken bone in his mouth.

Miss Half-Elf stopped and whispered, "Old Fox......"

Then she heard Gawain speak along a trade-related topic: "...... In fact, we could extend our cooperation to much broader areas than repairing barriers, such as trade – we can communicate what we have. ”

Amber blinked, crunching the chicken bones in her mouth.

Another victim is about to go into the pit.