Chapter 824： dyeing

Cecil's streets are as bustling and vibrant as ever, and the places where you look are already familiar with the city. However, for Byron today, walking on the streets of Cecil has a different experience-

The pea followed him and kept talking.

She talked with interest, about her experience in college, about new friends she knew, everything she saw, the weather, mood, books she read, and what she was making In the new magic drama, this girl who finally can speak again is like coming to this world for the first time, almost chattering, as if to re-describe everything she has seen and experienced .

Even if it is a small street shop that passes by every day, she has to run into it with a smile, say hello to the boss inside, get a sigh of exclaimation, and a little congratulations.

Byron always smiled and stayed with Pea.

The original short journey home took a long time.

When the father and daughter finally came near Knight Street, Byron saw a figure hovering at the intersection-Philip, who had returned to Cecil the previous two days.

Byron stepped forward with a smile, and Philip not far away also felt the breath approaching and turned to welcome, but before the two old partners spoke, the first one was pea, and she was very happy to welcome Philip, a happy voice from the thorny sounding device: "Uncle Philip !!"

Philip was waiting to open his mouth, and suddenly hesitated when he heard the strange, synthesized female voice. It took him two seconds to look at the pea in surprise: "Pea ... are you talking?"

"It's me!" The pea smiled happily, turned half a circle in place, and showed Phillip the metal device behind the neck, "Look! It was made by Grandpa Pittman! This thing is called a nerve thorn, and it can replace it I talk!!"

"We just came back from the institute," Byron explained quickly before the pea chattered. "According to Pitman, this is a small artificial nerve cord, but its function is more complicated than artificial nerve cord. Helping the pea speak is just a function One-of course you know me, I don't pay attention to too professional content ... "

"I've heard of this project ..." Philip opened his eyes wide and looked at the peas with joy and surprise. "But I didn't expect it to be so soon ... Great, peas, today is definitely worth celebrating!"

"Celebrate, don't drink with my dad!" Pea said, staring at his eyes immediately. "I know your uncle has strong self-control, but my dad can't control himself at all! As long as someone pulls him to drink, he must treat himself. I must be drunk and sleep in the living room until the next day, and then I need to help clean up ... Uncle, you do n’t know, even if you persuaded Dad on the spot, he would secretly go home Drink, and say that there is a beginning and an end, that is respect for the winery ... and also, last time you ... "

The girl ’s brain is spinning fast, and the magic wave device driven by the brain wave signal does not need to breathe or rest. The torrential words cover the face and confuse Philip. The young (but not so young) Mr. Knight also brought With a smile, but soon became stunned, he looked at Byron humply-until after the pea finally quieted, he did not find a chance to say: "Byron ... this ... what's going on with this child ... "

"I didn't expect it?" Byron's expression "You also have today". Although it was still him who was being preached this time, the one who suffered the "storm and storm" was replaced by Philip, which made him feel inexplicably happy, " We didn't expect that there would be so much in the usual pea belly ... "

Pea stared at him immediately, looking at Byron, with the expression "You will be open again if I do this again", and let the latter quickly wave her hand: "Of course she can tell what she said in her heart, it makes me very happy. of……"

After waiting for the pea to speak, Byron immediately pulled the subject in a different direction. He looked at Philip: "Speaking ... what are you doing here?"

"I know you're going to the north and come and say something to you," Philip said earnestly. "I've been busy lately. I'm afraid I can't say goodbye after I miss it."

"... how do you feel awkward when you talk like this," Byron rubbed his arms suddenly, "as if I was going to die outside this time."

Philip thought for a moment after hearing this, and analyzed with a serious face: "Theoretically, this will not happen, there will be no war in the north, and your mission will not conflict with the locals or the violets across the strait. In theory, You can come back alive except to jump into the sea after a high drink and find someone dull when you are idle ... "

Byron: "... To be honest, are you sarcastic?"

Philip's serious expression remained the same: "Iron is not knighthood."

Byron thought about it again, and his expression became more weird: "I still think you guy is satirizing me-Philip, you grow up!"

Pea stood by, looked at Byron and Philip, and smiled slowly and happily.

...

Earl Dulle sat comfortably on a comfortable soft sofa, next to the large floor-to-ceiling windows that directly saw the garden and the bustling street in the distance. In the afternoon, the comfortable sunlight shined into the room through the crystal clear crystal glass, warm and bright.

In the magical device at the corner, the gentle and gentle sound of the music is coming. The exotic tunes make the upper noble from Tifeng more relaxed.

He was holding a beautifully printed book with the words "A Sketch of Folk Myths in the Northern Continent" on the cover of the book. The paper of the book was not expensive, but it contained exquisite illustrations and neat and beautiful typesetting. He turned it over. On the new page, I glanced over the first few lines, and couldn't help but show some emotions. I looked up at the person sitting opposite him: "Master Habiye, I have to admit that the printing technology of the Cecilians is Much stronger than us, the fine print of this book even gave me the urge to start a printing house. "

The person sitting opposite him no longer looked young, with a scholarly elegance and a gratitude. The old man with a book atmosphere was the famous scholar and grammar master of Tiffany, Habire Reston. He, who is also a member of the Tifeng ambassador, is also reading books printed by the Cecilians at the moment, but it is not a large book, but a thin, colorful cover and Popular booklet of short articles.

Hearing the words of Earl Dürer, the old man looked up: "It's really incredible printing, especially because they can print color patterns so accurately and in large quantities-this technology is really curious."

"It is said that this technology has just appeared in Cecil for a few months," Count Dulle said casually, but his eyes fell on the popular booklet in Habiye's hand. "Are you still looking at that booklet?"

"It's called a" magazine, "" Habiye Yang lifted the booklet in his hand. A handsome, upright cover character on the cover of the booklet was reflected in the ink by the sun. "The content above is popular, but unexpectedly interesting, I was inspired by the grammar and structure of the entire magazine. "

"But IMHO, in my opinion it's a bit too popular," said Earl Dulle, laughing. "I thought college people like you would disdain similar things-they Not even as deep as my collection of myths. "

"His Majesty gave me the task of compiling the" Empire ", and the biggest experience I have accumulated in the past six months is to change the past unilateral pursuit of 'elegance' and 'deepness,'" Habier put down his magazine, Looking at Count Dürer quite seriously, "Newspapers and magazines are a new thing. They are not the same as those expensive and rare books in the past. They do not have such a high status and do not need too advanced knowledge. Heraldic and The ritual norms couldn't attract their interest—they could not understand it. "

Having said that, the old gentleman pointed to the magazine that was placed on the table: "What they can really understand is something more plain and straightforward. In this respect, the Cecilians are obviously better than us. Your Majesty I hope we can learn the merits of the Cecilians in this area and find their know-how to gather people's hearts, inspire morale, and guide the civilians. That's why they sent me here. I naturally pay attention to their achievements in this regard. "

Earl Duller raised his eyebrows: "Oh? What have you learned these days?"

"It ’s been a big deal. These magazines — and other popular books circulating in the market — are all attractive. I do n’t know if you noticed it or not. Now many young people in the group are interested in these books. "They often talk about those popular stories in private, and some people have already watched two magical dramas, and they love the characters in the drama. The appeal of novelty is undeniable," Habier said with a smile, " I also talked to Mr. Godwin Orlando, who is a very knowledgeable person and even made me want to ignore his Cecil identity.

"Almost half of those magazines and newspapers were created by Godwin Orlando. His ideas for organizing similar publications have refreshed me. To be honest, I even want to invite him to Tifeng, and of course I know this. It's unrealistic-he's a distinguished person here, and he's highly valued by the royal family. It's impossible to serve us. "

"Haha, it's rare that you would praise someone so frankly," Count Dürer couldn't help laughing, "If you really have the heart, maybe we can try to win the apprenticeship that Mr. Godwin has cultivated. We-after all, recruiting and testing talent is also one of our tasks this time. "

Habiye smiled and shook his head: "If it weren't for our visit, I would definitely consider your suggestion seriously."

...

"The signing ceremony in the morning was successfully completed," in the spacious and bright study room, Hetty placed a thick document on Gao Wen's desk. "After so many days of bargaining and modification, Tiffany finally agreed. Most of our conditions-we have reached tacit agreement with them on many equivalent terms. "

"This is called a win-win situation," Gao Wen smiled, put down a pile of information he was just looking at, raised his hand and picked up the documents brought by Hetty, and said casually as he flipped through it. "New trade categories, new diplomacy Memos, new peace statements, and ... investment plans ... "

Gao Wen's gaze fell on certain words in the document, and he leaned back on the seat back with a smile.

Among the new investment permits, "production of film and television dramas" and "audiovisual book products" are listed prominently.

Hitty's gaze fell on the stack of materials that Gao Wen had just put down, and she was a little curious: "What's this?"

"The new Phantom Script," Gao Wen said, "Beacon-in memory of the heroic and fearless Marquis Berke Loren, in memory of the scourge that should always be remembered. It will be released this summer or earlier If all goes well ... Tiphons will see it shortly thereafter. "

Herti's eyes were deep and thoughtful, and she heard the ancestor's voice come slowly:

"Give them the Phantom Drama, give them magazines, give them more popular stories, and everything else that can beautify Cecil. Let them worship Cecil's heroes, familiarize them with Cecil-like life, and keep Tell them what advanced civilization is, and constantly hint at how far their own lives are from the true 'civilized state'. In the process, we must emphasize our goodwill and emphasize that we are standing with them Yes, when a sentence is repeated a thousand times, they will think that sentence is their own thought ...

"Then the era of peace is here, Hitty."

Hetty's gaze moved slowly across the desk, and eventually she landed on a document that seemed to have just been completed by Gao Wen.

There is only one line of words on the cover of the file:

Staining plan.