Shuge breaks away from the dream shelter and wakes up.

It was still dark outside, and the magic clock on the wall told him that it was two o'clock in the morning, and that he had only "slept" for more than four hours.

It stands to reason that after so much fatigue and such a torment in the dream shelter, he should choose to continue sleeping, but now, the constant surge of vitality and vitality in his body makes him excited—a physiological state that he cannot subjectively suppress, regardless of emotions and thoughts, but simply feels energetic.

The pain he endured in the dream shelter made his clothes soak through again.

So Shuge had no choice but to go into the bathroom again and take a thorough shower.

After this, he sat down at his desk, turned on the crystallized lamp, and opened the curtain slightly.

The soothing incense was rekindled, and Shuge poured himself a cup of hot tea, sipping it slowly as he carefully recounted his experiences in the dream shelter. new

Before leaving the dream shelter, he grabbed Theseus and asked him a lot about the time of the lost gods.

However, Theseus was not very enthusiastic about this topic, and most of the answers he gave were very perfunctory or vague.

And when Hug mentioned the human female figure he saw at the end of the rat swarm dream, Theseus jokingly and euphemistically said that although he knew that era, it did not mean that he knew all the "small fish and shrimp", so that Xiuge should not make a fuss.

This is really intriguing.

Whether there is "fuss" or not, Xiuge himself knows very well.

But Theseus's expression in this matter is unpredictable, and given this guy's long-standing riddler fetish, Hugh can't even figure out whether his attitude is really "indifferent" or deliberately hinting at something.

All in all, it's really head-scratching.

"Alas......

After drinking a cup of tea, Xiuge still didn't feel much sleepy.

But in the middle of the night, he didn't want to continue to study the "Poems of the Night", so he directly picked up the newspapers stacked together.

The Ernst family has always been extremely good at intelligence.

Therefore, Xiuge soon discovered that it was not only the "Bolden Daily" that was placed here these days, but also some important news details compiled by special people, and reading the two together, one could get really useful information more clearly and quickly.

Late-night reading in a peaceful environment has always been addictive, so it was soon time for Shuge to fully immerse himself in these complex worlds interwoven by most of the world's best stories.

It was snowing again in the sky, and cold snowflakes swirled and fell in the light of the streetlights.

Suddenly, a wind blew, and the fluttering white elves followed the cold wind farther away.

They swept past the garden in front of the villa, past the vehicles bearing the Wottel royal emblem, past the still brightly lit conference hall with the occasional sound of heated conversation and discussion, and finally landed in some dark corner of the unknown.

Once again, the cold air organized its own offensive and began to march towards the plain of the goddess at an alarming speed.

After a series of heavy snowfalls, white has become the dominant color on the Lowe Plateau and the small half of the Goddess Plains.

At this year's rate, I'm afraid that after the arrival of the cold winter season, heavy snow will cover most of the towns and main roads on the Plain of the Goddess.

Now everyone knows what will happen at that time.

On the bright side, however, negotiations are still frequent.

Journalists are everywhere, and newspapers and publishing houses are now like sharks that smell blood, and whenever there is friction or conflict in any place, or if a certain dignitary publishes an astonishing outrageous statement, they will immediately flock to it, and in just half a day and a day, they will concoct a series of news that makes people nervous when they read it.

Compared to what appeared in the city of Salen

The blatant and uncomfortable trend of public opinion is now relatively restrained, but the huge waves they constitute are overwhelming and pervasive, making people feel depressed and suffocated.

For Shog, Vann is, of course, a world full of strange elements.

But now, the world is moving closer to a time and space in his cognition.

As the Legislature's grip on the Lowe Plateau has rapidly faded, a new wave of hybrid technology of steam, magic, and crystallization has formed, and after realizing that this trend is difficult to contain, the human elites who stand on the opposite side of the Lowe Plateau have made equally decisive decisions.

For human beings, it is the purest instinct to seek advantage and avoid harm, to imitate and to learn.

In the past history of Vann, the casters of the Dharmas have always been the most intelligent and control of the most resources among the human race, and when such a group of people receive the instructions of the high-level of the Legislature and begin to tilt their resources and knowledge in this new direction, their burst of creativity and influence will surely shake the whole world.

For the Plateau Alliance, this is an extremely important window period.

It takes time to mass produce and disseminate new ordnance, which is a valuable advantage that the Wattel countries have gained, from having ideas, to producing research results and verifying them, to reforming factories and workshops, training relevant workers, and then building and establishing the entire production chain, which requires a lot of resources and energy.

Although the existence of magic can simplify many processes, human behavior and decision-making can also slow or even contain this explosive change to a certain extent.

From the newspapers, Xiuge could already smell a thick smell of blood.

In the past few days, there have been frequent deaths of famous gunsmiths, alchemists, mages and scholars in the Plains Kingdoms, including some highly influential members of the Legal Council, and although these events are described in the Borden Daily as "accidental deaths", with the documents provided by the Ernst family, Xiug has easily come to the conclusion that the spies and spies of the Waterl countries are in action.

Comparatively speaking, the Legislative Commission and the countries of the Plains have much weaker ability to penetrate the Lowe Plateau.

This is related to the thunderous measures adopted by the Council and the Judicial Commission when it openly broke with the Legislative Council, and the security of the intelligence network and important people in the plateau has been guaranteed to a considerable extent under the premise that a large number of people have been dismissed, expelled, detained, and even assassinated.

The blockade of the borders and the strict defense of the Legislative Council by the Kingdom of St. Steele further amplified this advantageous situation.

Weapon innovations.

Appointment of officials.

Reshuffling of the army.

News like this constantly pounded Xiuge's brain.

And through the conversation he had eavesdropped on before, Xiuge also knew that before the Cold Winter Festival, the aristocratic circle of the entire Wattel Kingdom would be completely stabilized.

At that time, several important families will completely withdraw from the historical stage of the Wattel Kingdom - among these nobles, some are suspected of collaborating with the enemy and treason, and some are secretly associated with the Black Sun Society, and even in a certain manor, a ceremonial place related to the Black Sun Society has been found.

But Shuge knew that Princess Sophia, or the princess Sophia, did not do these things to suppress the actions of the Black Sun Association as much as possible, but her real goal was to ensure the stability of the situation in the rear, to purge and integrate the power of the nobility, and to steadily advance the pace of war.

Leaning back in his chair, he summoned the mage's hand and slowly refilled a cup of tea for himself.

This is one of the effects of the heart of the plant in the Walking Forest - his magic is now more or less normal, and although it still has a faint dark green color, its corrosiveness is more controllable.

The most direct effect is that his mage's hand and tricks such as water-making can finally be used openly.

A huge magical photograph catches the attention of Xiuge.

In that photograph, he could see many workers and soldiers working in the carriage of a steam train

Carrying military supplies, even though the magic photo could only show the dynamic content in a loop for a few seconds, Xiuge could still feel a special magical industrial beauty in the glittering crystals and magic patterns on the side of the car.

"It seems that the railroad tracks laid by the Wattel Kingdom before have now begun to be fully converted to military use."

He was well aware of the role that this kind of railroad vehicle could play in wartime, and at the current stage of Vann's life, it provided a capacity that no magic could achieve, and unless some brilliant spellcaster could study the "mass teleportation" magic he had read about in the past, rail transportation would be the most important pillar of Vann for a long time to come.

Not to mention, this kind of steam train combined with magic must have other functions.

Transferring, protecting, attacking, as a mobile weapon platform or ritual carrier......

There's so much it can do.

At a time when the snow has begun to slowly cover the Goddess Plains, although the coverage of the railroad tracks on the plateau is still limited, it can still bring a significant supply advantage to the armies of the plateau countries, and once the battle situation is favorable and the battle line begins to advance towards the Goddess Plains, it can also play a role in extending the supply line.

There was a little too much stuff in his head, which made him a little bored.

He temporarily closed the magic ritual that provided warmth, pulled the curtain open, and pushed the window open with all his might.

The cold wind immediately brought in fresh air, which made Xiuge's spirit slightly lifted.

He looked into the distance, only to see that the hall where the council mages gathered was turning off the lights little by little—it meant that the long meeting of the mages was finally over, and poor Verin was probably finally getting a chance to rest.

"Tut-tut...... It's miserable to work overtime."

Xiuge shook his head and sighed as he held his teacup.

The air in the room quickly changed, but just as Xiuge was about to reach out and close the window, something flew over in the darkness of the night with its wings, and before Xiuge could react, the shadow stopped on the windowsill outside.

It's a raven.

A giant raven.

Its species should be the "canopy raven" in the Black Nest Mountains, also known as the blue-winged raven, which is numerous and very distinctive, this one grows extraordinarily large, and the feathers on its body are also very bright, although it gets a lot wet because of flying in the snowy night, but overall, it is still very beautiful.

Whether it is the Lowe Plateau or the Plain of the Goddess, few people will harm this creature, one is that the raven is smart enough to be regarded as the messenger of the goddess of magic in many stories, and the other is that it is said that harming the raven will bring bad luck.

Over time, the birds became known as bullies among birds, knowing that humans would not harm them, so they often paced the streets of the city in the open, even playing pranks on pedestrians or trying to snatch snacks from children when the mood came.

A man and a raven stared at each other in the cold wind, and the scene was quite strange and interesting.

The thought in Xiuge's mind spun rapidly, and after about two seconds of surprise and hesitation, he stretched out his hand like an ordinary person who was suddenly frightened, and made a simple action to drive away.

However, the raven was exceptionally bold, and in the face of Xiuge's drive, it did not move, but jumped twice in a row, jumping directly onto Xiuge's desk.

It jumped twice with great pleasure as if it had come to its own home, and then chose the stack of newspapers that Siu Ge had just read.

It stood up and turned twice, as if trying to use the light of the lamp to warm its body.

「……」

Hug doesn't believe there are so many coincidences in the world.

The raven in front of him is very similar to Princess Sophia, who used the transfiguration magic to visit Zeke Ernst before, both in terms of breed and size.

Although the raven does not have any obvious magical aura on its body now, there is no way to prove it

The other party is an ordinary raven.

If it was the Queen of Waterl who had a bad taste attack and deliberately restrained her breath, it would not be easy to deal with.

If you make something inappropriate, it's even more troublesome.

Shuge took a serious look at the uninvited guest in front of him, and seeing that it was always looking around curiously, he stretched out his hand to smoke the newspaper under the crow's feet.

The raven was apparently not pleased with this behavior, and pecked in the direction of Shog's palm, and then let out a loud "quack" to bring out the image of a fearless "rogue animal".

The cold wind continued to pour into the room, so Shuge immediately manipulated the mage's hand to fly over, and closed the open window directly, and the sound of the window closing startled the raven.

"You're not leaving, are you?"

Shuge sat back in his chair, he glanced at the raven on the table, filled the teacup with his hand, and then pushed the whole cup over: "Then you are free, there is no bread but tea, and don't mess around on the table...... Do you understand?"

Raven glanced at the steaming tea suspiciously, then raised his head and glared hard at Shug.