Sword of Daybreaker

Yuri leaned closer to the wall on the side of the carriage. The freight carriage had no windows, but opened a ventilated grille in the hidden place. His line of sight penetrated the gap between the iron plate and the iron plate. I saw when the platform was diffused. A thin mist erupted, and people in uniform were walking around in the background of lights and fog. A manager with a lot of keys was locking a fence door at the end of the platform.

Wendy's voice came from behind him: "There have been several" whistleblowers "before, but they were all cleared after triggering the critical consciousness lock. This time, the mind that was disconnected from the network was" disappearing "before triggering the consciousness lock It seems that all mental connections are directly blocked by some powerful force ... "

Yuri looked away and looked at a figure in the dark, his voice was low: "It seems that the continuous abnormal situation has caused the alert of Rosetta Augustus. If the Royal Mage takes a shot, it must block the mental connection It's not too difficult ... "

"What was expected was that the Royal Mage Association and Rosetta Augustus reacted faster than we thought," Wendy said softly. "The point now is how much damage the 'whistleblower' can cause. ... "

"Most of the middle and above members have completed statistics and marking, and have sent away two groups of people before, and the situation is still under control," Yuri returned to the crate, thinking while saying, "the core layer will not appear The whistleblower, mostly shaken below the middle level ... they have limited information, it is difficult for Rosetta Augustus to determine our detailed plan in the first place, so this train should be safe ... but the followers A new route must be worked out as soon as possible. "

"Do you want to cancel the next train?"

"Cancelled, no more large-scale transfers can be carried out," Yuri nodded. "Let the compatriots here stay in batches and cross borders ..."

As he said, he couldn't help frowning and sighing: "Unfortunately, the mind network can only operate in basic mode now. There is no way to monitor every node as sensitively and accurately as before, only to be contacted by the informer. Do n’t respond until the lock of consciousness ... there must be a lot of shakers who have leaked. "

"It was all an expected loss. We just kept the core personnel and information as much as possible," Wendy said slowly, then frowned. "But Daniel's side ..."

"He should be safe-Daniel was only a middle-level clergyman two years ago. Very few people usually deal with it. After promotion to the bishop, he began to operate in Aldernan. Due to the special area, his identity is kept secret within the Order. The level has always been high, and the insiders are reliable people. But he must also be reminded that he is in Aldernan after all ... "

A sudden ring of ringing pierced the quiet night and interrupted Yuri's unfinished words.

The cabin quieted for a moment, and an indescribable tension and expectation filled the crowd. Someone approached the hidden vents on the wall and looked at the outside through the gap between the iron plates.

The lights on the platform penetrated the mist, the glow of the magic projection was looming in the fog, someone blew a whistle deep in the fog, the sharp sound passed from one end of the platform to the other, and the faint tremor began to come from the carriage. From the bottom, the buzz of power ridge charging became more and more obvious.

The light at the top of the relay pile turned from red to green, and the platform slowly receded. The heavy industrial machine started humming and roaring, and began to glide faster and faster on the rails, continuously toward the depth of the thin mist in the distance. Speeding up, plunging into this vast night ...

...

Mary twisted the magic crystal lamp inlaid on the wall to let this soft light illuminate the living room. The dark and thin starlight that had filled the living room before was instantly dissipated by artificial lights. The warm and bright atmosphere created the order Comfortable security.

Then a voice suddenly came from the corner, and the young female mage, who was preparing to hang her coat on the coat rack, was almost startled: "How come back so late?"

"Tutor ... You haven't slept yet?" Mary turned her head and was surprised to see Daniel sitting on the sofa in the corner of the living room. There was a small brown suitcase on the round table in front of the sofa, and the old mage's eyes asked with inquiries. , Let the young female mage react in a hurry, "Ah, I checked the information in the Royal Library ... I missed my time accidentally ..."

"It's a good thing to like studying, but it's another thing that I'm almost locked in the library," Daniel shook his head, motioned to Mary as he approached, and asked casually, "Any suspicious person or thing? ? "

"No," Mary wondered as she sat down on the little sofa opposite Daniel. "Why do you ask that?"

"... It's nothing, just be careful recently, don't say too much to outsiders about our previous retreat in the west," Daniel's voice was low, and his fingers seemed to knock on the small box on the round table unconsciously. After seemingly thinking, he pushed the small box forward, "Mary, leave this box to you to keep it."

"Ah ... okay, okay," Mary first subconsciously obeyed the instructor's order, and asked afterwards after receiving the box. "Teacher, what's in it?"

"... Some of my notes and materials have been sorted out over the past years," Daniel said casually. "Other apprentices are not people who can take these things seriously. It is good for them to understand their knowledge, how much you Smarter than everyone ... "

Mary listened to Daniel's bland voice, but her eyes widened in surprise, and finally she couldn't help saying: "Teacher, you are ..."

"Don't be so nervous, be prepared for anything," Daniel glanced at Mary with a sharp tone. "It's horrifying to see you at every turn. How can there be a little calmness of a magician? How can I rest my mind on you?"

Mary flinched her neck and didn't dare to continue her speech. Daniel sitting opposite snorted slightly, and then said, "You know what happened to the mind network ... and what happened recently, ours. The master defeated a god, but there was a shaken person who feared him ...

"Mary, if something goes wrong, you can inherit what I left behind. I have no one to trust, and you are more or less the smarter of my large group of apprentices ...

"Windsor may respect me, but she is more loyal to her emperor. She was taught by me, but she is no longer my apprentice.

"As for now, just put away these things, remember, this is just a preparation, we can hardly use it."

Mary fixedly looked at the small box in her hand and looked up at the mentor in front of her. The old mage just sat there quietly, and there was only peace in the sunken eye socket.

When did this terrible and powerful old man fade away from madness and paranoia?

Suddenly, she found out that she had missed the last stage of this change. She was immersed in the library and magic laboratory of Aldernan, immersed in a brand-new, learning environment, and greedily learned knowledge like a sponge. Enjoying the most common everyday life of a normal mage, and now she suddenly woke up and was surprised to find her terrible mentor ... I don't know when it has become like an ordinary twilight old man.

She suddenly reacted, shrinking her neck habitually and lowering her head: "Teacher, I ... I see ..."

"Just understand," Daniel said faintly, then held the table aside, and slowly got up from the sofa, "rest early today, tomorrow we have experiments to do."

He left the round table, his bent body bent forward, and slowly walked towards the stairs not far away. The artificial nerve cords hung quietly behind him. The products of these biochemical transformations had scared Mary, but Now they seem to be a lifeless burden, heavily behind the old mage.

"Teacher," Mary suddenly couldn't help but screamed, but didn't know what to say after she spoke. She seemed to have something to say, but when she came to the mouth, there was only a large blank in the brain. After seconds of awkward and tense silence, she finally organized a sentence, "Tutor, are you ... sorry?"

After saying this, she couldn't help but bit her lip, her heart pounding, she realized that she was too reckless, and the words she asked were not only bold, but also offensive. This is not a What the apprentice should say to the mentor, especially in the present situation.

However, the old mage did not get so angry and did not even turn back as before, he just paused a little and then continued to walk slowly towards the stairs.

Until he stepped on the first step, he said in a low, slow voice, as if to himself: "Chaowen Road ..."

Mary stood there frantically.

The instructor said a weird phrase that was made up of a few words, but she understood it, and she knew that the phrase was spoken by the great "master", and that the "master" similar to the **** was in I used this phrase to describe scholarship when talking to my mentor, and mentors have always liked it.

But the mentor now answers with this sentence. What is the intention?

Mary wanted to ask something more, but she looked up and the instructor had disappeared on the steps leading to the second floor.

...

"Your Majesty, that's all I know." Lord Bommel sat on the chair, grasping the hem of his clothes with both hands nervously, and his long speech made him a little dry, but at this moment he didn't dare to Miss Diana asked for a glass of ice wine to moisturize her throat. He knew how much of what he had just said could make his head fall to the ground, so after checking things out, he sat like a prisoner waiting for trial. In situ, waiting for Rosetta Augustus to decide on himself.

But at this moment an empire ruler is obviously not interested in prosecuting a little Lord.

"For so many years ... they have been hiding in Orandale, under the ruins of the big collapse ..." Rosetta Augustus's expression had returned to peace, he sat quietly on the high chair with his right hand Relaxing on the armrest, with the left arm and the right arm, "The Sleeper ... Augus has nothing to do with them."

Lord Bomayr's mind was a bit confused, but he immediately keenly captured some words in the words of His Majesty. After a short period of misunderstanding, he realized that he might have heard something that should not be passed on, and quickly lowered his eyes. Pretend nothing was heard.

"Your Majesty, we must begin to eradicate this cult at once," Windsor Mapel's voice came from the side, saving the slamming heart of Lord Bomayr, "they have secretly grown to this scale ... this is no longer a trivial matter. "

"That's true," Rosetta nodded. "They should have now started a full evacuation and cleared the traces left everywhere, but it is impossible for such a large organization to disappear completely and silently in a short period of time. thing."

As he said, the ruler of Tifeng smiled slightly: "But what's more interesting to me is the Govin Cecil ... a group of cultists, who called him in awe "He thinks that he is a" god-like "who invaded this world from outside the world, which is something I never thought of."

"Her Majesty, the cultists are crazy, but we still need to value this intelligence," Windsor Mapel said immediately. "At least we can be sure that Gawain Cecil infiltrated the immortal territory of the Empire in some way. This is undoubtedly a very terrible hidden danger. He is thus putting countless eyeliners on the empire ... This matter must be dealt with promptly and secretly. "

Rosetta nodded slightly, with a serious look, meanwhile, Windsor Mapel continued: "In addition, the term 'outside wanderer' must also be taken seriously. An ancient death of 700 years The sudden resurrection of the hero was very weird from the beginning. I don't think it can be ruled out that there is something other than human beings occupying Ghovin Cecil's body, causing this incredible resurrection miracle. ... "

Rosetta listened to Windsor Mapel, but suddenly shook her head and smiled slightly.

"His Majesty?"

"I don't care who is in that body. Maybe when he first got up from the coffin, it was indeed" Govin Cecil ", but since he started to promote his new order, whoever he was was It ’s not important, ”Rosetta Augustus said in a deep voice.“ It ’s just a hero, or an evil spirit, or even an incarnation of a god. For us, his only meaningful identity is It's 'Emperor Cecil'-our neighbor.

"But ... the term 'foreign wanderer' ... is really interesting ..."