Sword of Daybreaker

The autumn is getting stronger, and the cold breeze in the evening has completely replaced the once hot summer atmosphere. The wind from the northern plains blew through the treetops outside the office, shaking the shaky leaves and rushing under the setting sun. There were two more flying leaves that were swept up by the wind. They swirled all the way through the open window, and landed on the desk, beside a pen that was writing quickly.

Heidi’s attention was interrupted by the fallen leaf. She raised her gaze and looked out the window. The hand that was signing also stopped unknowingly. After seeing a group of migrating birds flying in the clear and high sky, this A smile appeared on the face of the Grand Archon of the Empire, and he whispered to himself: "It's autumn again... This year has passed most of the year without incident."

   Then she snapped her fingers lightly, and the window was closed by invisible magic. Amid the crisp squeaking sound, the autumn breeze that seemed too cold due to the approaching evening was blocked out of the window. Heidi lowered her head, her attention returned to the document that seemed to be never finished, and after confirming it again, she was ready to sign her name at the end of the document.

  But an unprovoked chill came suddenly, causing her to sign a hand to shake suddenly, almost drawing a deep ink mark on the paper.

Heidi was stunned, and the princess' brows frowned, and she muttered somewhat dumbfounded: "Could it be that Rebecca has done something again... No, she must be thinking too much. Bian’s project has been very stable recently, and an additional fund was only approved not long ago...probably too tired."

She laughed somewhat self-deprecatingly, rubbing her forehead lightly, but her eyes couldn't help falling on a file cabinet not far away. The cabinet locked the fiscal summary for the first half of this year and the fiscal plan for the second half of this year. Of course Not all, only the part of the documents that must be handled by her. Her gaze came back again, and she scanned a piece of information that had just been sorted out on the table. The parchment cover of the information was printed with clear large letters: "New Trade Memo for the Route of the Mainland (Northern Section.

In these piles of documents, the empire’s economic river flows. It is an unimaginable amount under the economic system of the old era. It is a huge wealth that the Anzu land nobles in the past could not reach for their entire lives, just as their ancestors often That said, money that flows is money, and an economic system that can circulate quickly is like flowing gold. As the chief consul who personally manages most of the internal affairs, Heidi has a real understanding of this that no one can match.

However, this huge wealth always comes and goes. The routes around the mainland and the railway trade routes have indeed brought amazing income to the empire, but each of the huge projects planned by the empire is also a huge gold swallower, whether it is the Holy Spirit. The resettlement project in the next quarter of the Plain will be the national basic road, communications, and energy projects, or the expansion of education in the east next year, or the 115 project that Rebecca is leading... Each of these projects seems to be counted forever. The endless budget statement, "Gold coins are like flowing water", disappeared in the blink of an eye after infiltrating these items.

This makes Heidi sometimes even have a certain illusion, as if it is not much different from when the family fell down. Although the money he has on hand is already an unimaginable amount back then, he still flows in as much as he can. How much go out, the end result is still no money...

Some untuned thoughts seemed to have turned in her mind, Heidi laughed, she patted her face lightly, let herself jump out of these weird thoughts, and looked up at the window under the clear sky From this office, you can directly overlook some of the high-rise buildings in the southern city. She saw a bell tower standing near the Imperial College, and the church spire and the energy tower of the Magic Technology Institute standing in the background at dusk. There is a prosperous city where tens of thousands of people live and work here. Visitors, scholars, and travelers from thousands of miles away gather in this city...

Those "gold coins" that flowed and seeped into each project did not really disappear. They left the most precious traces on this land: the order that the ancestors worked hard to build, the country built by the citizens of the empire, these The undeniable traces are far more valuable than the coins piled up in the castle waiting to decay.

  Small book booth used by book friends before .

  ...But the 115th project is indeed too expensive...

I accidentally thought of the things that caused her headaches recently. Heidi's expression just relaxed and stiffened for a moment. She could only sigh helplessly, and then returned to the next document waiting to be processed. A string of bold letters is clearly printed on the head-up position: "The Startup Plan for the "Door" Project of the Contracting Fort".

  ……

When the Holy Spirit Plain is approaching dusk, the giant Thorin tree known as the "miracle" will present a more dreamy and wonderful scene than during the day. The last few rays of sunlight on the horizon will be tilted and spilled into the crown of the giant tree, in the crown and the ground A huge arc-shaped "giant curtain" is intertwined in the long and narrow space between, and as this giant screen gradually dims, the countless vines hanging from the top of the giant tree will begin to emit soft fluorescence, those connected to the canopy The luminous flowers entwined on the pillars of the earth will also open for the first time. A fairy-tale world will descend on this land in the evening. Even the once-hearted General Wolf will face this "fairy tale" scene. It is inevitable that you will want to get intoxicated.

Bud stood on a suspended platform at the lower edge of the tree canopy, staring at the vines and glowing flowers that were emitting fluorescence, watching them illuminate the "shadow area" that is falling into the night like stars, suddenly light. Sigh lightly.

  A female voice that sounds chic and clear came from behind him: "Bad, are you thinking about your daughter again?"

Bud was taken aback by the sound. He turned around and saw General Margarita in a chic uniform of the knight standing behind him. The highest military commander of the Thorin region had a faint smile on his face. , Did not carry entourage around.

   "General," Bud immediately stood up and saluted, with a meticulous attitude, "Good afternoon."

  "Relax, relax, now I am resting, you are not working," Margarita waved her hand, "You haven't answered my question because you miss your daughter?"

"...For the sake of face, I want to conceal it, but since it has been seen, then I can only admit it," Bud grinned reluctantly, "I'm a bit...unused. She liked this platform very much before. Especially in the evening, this is one of the few public areas where she is allowed to move around. Here you can see more than half of Solinburg, and you can also see the plains outside. She often said that this place is very similar to what her mother told her when she was a child. The castle surrounded by giant trees in the story of "Green Fairy"... But I have no idea what story my wife told her daughter."

Margarita stood there, looked at Bud’s eyes seriously, and shook her head for a long time: “Sometimes a long separation is not terrible. What is really difficult is that after a long separation, we finally get together, but we are together for a while. I face another farewell afterwards. Although many times I feel that the stories told by the bards are too hypocritical, but this is the only sentence I have always agreed with."

  Bad opened his mouth, and finally nodded with a helpless smile: "Who said it wasn't..."

  Margarita looked at him, and after a moment of pause, she suddenly showed a serious look and raised her voice: "Researcher Bud Wendell!"

  Bad was taken aback. Although he didn't know what happened, he instinctively straightened his body instantly, and responded loudly: "Yes, General!"

  Margarita had taken out a thick envelope from behind, raised her hand and handed it to Bud’s hand: "reach out, take your letter from home!"

"Family letter?" Bud was a little confused. He subconsciously took what Margarita handed him, but didn't realize it was a letter until two seconds later. He blinked and stared at the envelope. With those cross-border stamps and verification marks one after another, his eyes finally fell on the familiar emblem of sword blade and wolf head, which finally changed his eyes, and his voice was full of consternation, "This... …Is this…"

"It's okay to go back and look at it. You can open it now. Anyway, you should be able to think that this letter has been opened and checked by more than one inspector before it was delivered to you," Margarita nodded, "Your daughter Sent."

Bud finally confirmed that what he had in front of him was not an illusion, and that what he was holding was not a fake, but he still couldn't believe that he was not an ignorant countryman. He knew his special past and sensitive identity well, and knew he was talking about it. How special is Feng's family status. On one side are the former wolf generals and dark cultists, today’s technical experts and secret personnel, and on the other side are the current senior military officers and top-level nobles of foreign countries. Such a special situation can be held accountable in any era. The officials dealing with related matters can't sleep at night, but now...he actually received a "letter" from Typhon?

"I know what you are thinking, Mr. Bud Wendell," Margarita has been paying attention to Bud's expression. At this moment, she laughed. "It is not easy. There are too many sensitive links involved. You There are still many issues left over from history. Both Cecil and Typhon have people who are nervous and worried about this, but you should feel fortunate that there are still people who are willing to help you, and... we have a tolerant monarch."

  Speaking of this, the female general paused, then added casually: "Well, since the letter can be delivered, then it means that Rosetta Augustus is also okay..."

"...I should thank everyone who helped, thank our majesty, and thank you," Bud grabbed the letter in his hand with excitement, controlling the urge to open it now, "I didn't expect... …"

"Let’s talk about this later, you can find time to buy me a drink," Margarita waved her hand, "You should be more grateful for the peace between us and Typhon, and hope that this peace can last longer. Longer. As for now... do you want to take it apart and have a look?"

  Bad hesitated for a moment, but finally couldn't help it. He carefully opened the seal of the letter, and while pulling out the letter paper, some light objects sealed in transparent wax fell into his hands.

  It is a golden flower sealed in wax. It is not a rare variety. It can be seen everywhere in the Midwest of Typhon. However, to the Wendell family, such golden flower has a different meaning.

His eyes fell on the flowers that had been made into specimens for a long time, and he could tell that the craftsmanship of these wax-sealed specimens was definitely not good. If any noble girl with ingenuity saw such specimens, I would think it It was the spoiling of those beautiful petals, but Bud knew...the people who made these small specimens were not “handy” noble girls themselves.

  He unfolded the folded letter paper and his eyes fell on the beginning

   "Father, the golden daisy flowers of Changzhi Manor are blooming in summer. I picked the most beautiful ones and made them into specimens..."

  The letter is very long, and I don’t know how long Andesa has had a headache for these words...I’m afraid I’ve got a few broken pens, right?

There was a smile on Bud’s face, his eyes moved word by word on the letter paper, the dry words, the ink that was accidentally rubbed up, the paper that was torn because of the writing too hard... it seemed to him. With brilliance.

Margarita just waited patiently, with a smile on her face. She was very familiar with the expression on Bud’s face at the moment. She had seen those who said goodbye to their hometown many times, and followed the Construction Corps to rush to the land. The soldiers in the land, they all looked like this when they received the letter from the family.

   "There is another one written by your father."

After    reminded such a sentence, she quieted down again, and only the sound of turning letter paper and breathing was left on the edge of the platform.

Perhaps considering the passage of time, Bud finally increased the speed of reading the letter. Finally, after reading the last line of the letter, he carefully folded the paper, put it back in the envelope, and put the rough specimen. He held them in his hand and looked at it several times before putting them and the envelope next to him. After finishing these, he raised his head and looked at Margarita: "Sorry, I've been watching it for too long."

   "Compared with the ten-year period, and soon," Margarita shook her head slightly, and was a little curious, "Did your daughter send those golden flowers that were sealed with wax just now?"

"Ah...yes, it is a unique handicraft of Typhon, which requires very special transparent wax. On our side, girls from wealthy people will make this kind of thing to show their dexterity, according to the flowers inside. It can be given to elders to express blessings, can also be given to friends to express friendship, or even to be given to love to express admiration... But Andesa has never liked this kind of thing since she was a child. She has always been clumsy in handwork, and remembers I don’t know what those flowers mean," Bud laughed, but he was still muttering, "Oh... now it seems that her craft hasn’t improved at all, I’m afraid she can’t find her sweetheart..."

  Margarita coughed twice, and then deliberately asked: "Then since you think you are not doing well, can you give it to me?"

   "That can't be given to me by Andesa!"

  Margarita looked at the former wolf general who had already made a blessing in front of her. After a few more seconds, the two men laughed at the same time.

"Well, we have been delayed for a lot of time," Margarita exhaled slightly, then looked up at the distant sky, then nodded to Bud and said, "I have something to meet just now. An incarnation of Ms. Tila, she asked me to say something after I meet you, and ask you to go to her laboratory after dinner."

"Bertila? Okay," Bud nodded, and then he was a little confused, "but why didn't she tell me directly...This is within the range of Thorin's giant tree, who is she going to talk to and drop one The vine will do."

  Margarita shrugged: "I asked her. She said that life needs a sense of ritual."

  Bad: "..."