Chapter 936： Obituary

A large-scale magic net covers the entire empire. Information circulates on this network, and energy flows in this network. The originally loosely isolated human society has never been so tightly and efficiently connected together, even if It happened in a distant and foreign country, and it can instantly cross the distance of thousands of mountains and rivers.

Green, the tower guard, wore a loose shirt and sat in his workshop. Double-layer thickened windows block the chilling wind outside the tower, and the heating system inside the tower makes the room warm like the afternoon of the spring and summer. In a room that is not too large, it seems quite quiet. In addition to the buzzing or clicking sounds occasionally made by certain machinery and equipment during operation, you can only hear the noisy sound of the food on the nearby heating table being heated.

Above the small magic net terminal in front of Green, a big boy with freckles appeared on the holographic projection, talking with excitement: "...the neural network course is very interesting, Magnum Mr. is actually a very interesting teacher. Although his voice is very loud, I recently discovered that he is not as old-fashioned as other teachers..."

"Are you still used to adapting there?" Green's face couldn't help but smile. "Is everything in the Imperial Capital very expensive? Is the money enough?"

"You ask this every time-it's enough, don't worry," Strom's face in the holographic projection showed a helpless expression. "The college district has shops and canteens that are open to students and teachers. The countryside is still cheap, and I also found a short-term job that does not affect my studies. I went to the school’s laboratory to help. I earn three pounds a week."

"Oh... that's good..." Greene nodded and said-he can't actually imagine the life in the college, and he doesn't understand what kind of "work" the student helps in the school's laboratory. In the cheerful expression and the description of the other party, he can still feel a contentment and happiness.

"Ah, I won't tell you anymore-time is coming and I will have classes in a moment."

"Okay, okay, you take care of yourself over there, don't clash with your classmates..."

The holographic projection disappeared, the runes on the base of the Magic Web terminal dimmed one by one, Greene blinked, shook his head with a smile, and stood up from behind the table.

Sending the eldest son to Imperial College seems to be a very correct choice. Storm is still very motivated far away from his hometown, which makes the tower guard who is a scribe from the background unable to bear some pride and anticipation.

There seems to be a very decent person at home-the tower guard thought so.

With a good mood, he walked to the heating station not far away, ready to get the already hot food, but he just got up and took three or five steps, a clear ringtone suddenly came from behind, and the magic network terminal on the table again It turned bright once.

This kind of "ringtone" is only available after the technicians have upgraded the equipment here in recent weeks. The magician technicians of the Imperial Capital have made some improvements to the magic network terminal, replacing the originally unobtrusive hum with a louder ringtone. Buzz, in Green's view, this improvement is very effective-the bell is obviously more penetrating than the buzz, and now he will not miss important information even if he is in the next room.

The tower guard turned his head and saw that the Monet terminal had started by itself. The holographic projection above the terminal showed the rotating emblem of the Empire Network Control Center. This made him take it seriously and quickly came to the table-the terminal It connects itself and presents the emblem of the control center, which shows that the information transmitted afterwards is a network-wide broadcast directly sent by the Royal Capital Headquarters. This kind of information is usually a great event!

After a few seconds of ringing, a message from the Royal Capital headquarters was sent, and the printing device connected to the magic net terminal on the desktop immediately started itself, accompanied by a sound of gear bearing rotation and the friction of paper in the machine. Green saw the precision equipment spit out a document quickly.

He stepped forward and pulled the paper clip of the printing device to cut the document from the continuous paper roll, and then his eyes fell on the solidified and cooled ink, and the words at the beginning of the document came to his eyes:

"From the Cecil Empire Magic Network Communications Authority-forwarded to all levels of the Empire's hubs-all levels of hubs to keep files-the following text:

"The results of the investigation of the recent "Magic Goddess Stop Feedback" incident by the Imperial Mage Association, Transcendental Administration, Royal Magical Adviser, and Theological Management Office..."

Greene couldn’t help blinking when he saw this—the goddess of magic stopped giving feedback. He also heard about it. Although he was not a mage and did not believe in the goddess of magic, he had been in this Luan hub for a long time. He is probably the most well-informed person in the work. He has mentioned this in many transcripts of information that has come and gone recently, and many mages have discussed the magical "disappearance" of the goddess of magic in the magic web communication It's really hard not to pay attention.

As far as he knows, this event has even alarmed the emperor and the universities and great magicians of the emperor. There is even an emergency investigation team set up to investigate this matter. The members of the investigation team were announced. The composition of the team is luxurious. The three princes of the empire are among them. There are also several great magicians who were famous in the Ansu era. The third-party advisor, Wright of the Holy Light Church and the living saint Veronica Moen, even the emperor himself appeared on the list of the investigation team as a supervisor...

It can be said that except for the founding time, Green has never seen so many awesome names in the same place in his life-he believes that even the most ignorant rural peasant women will see it when they see that list Respectfully, and immediately realized how credible and reliable this team responsible for investigating the gods.

Now this extremely luxurious investigation team has completed the investigation? Was the reason why the magic goddess suddenly stopped feedback?

Green, an ordinary person who did not believe in the magical goddess, was irresistibly curiosity. He hurried to look down, but when he saw the subsequent text, his eyes were frozen for a moment:

"...We have announced to the whole society with a sad heart that our respectable, great magical goddess Mirmina, who has guided and sheltered all the casters of the mortal world, has unfortunately fallen in the near future..."

...

Information passes through the magic network, through this communication network that keeps everyone together, spreading rapidly across the whole land, from Luan City to Winter Winter Castle, from Shilin City to Changfeng, from tower to tower. The information station, from the terminal of the magic network broadcast to the communication rooms of the newspaper offices in various places... The whole territory of the broadcast from the communication management bureau of the magic capital repeated all over and over again.

At the Paramel Observatory, Morgan Hugo suddenly stood up from behind the desk. The respectable old mage glared, his beard trembling slightly, and a piece of paper just spit out from the printing equipment Lying quietly on the table in front of him, the text on it was legible:

"...Ms. Mirmina is a respectable guide and shelterer. During the long years of human civilization, he dedicatedly performed and performed the priesthood and responsibilities. He guided us through the darkness of early civilization. Ignorance, he protected fragile mortals from the long nights of early civilization...

"...Ms. Mirmina's life is a glorious life, a life of love, a life of greatness, and a life of battle. He is both a mentor and a warrior who leads the mortal civilization, and he is brave to fight. of……"

The black handwriting on the paper was printed in the eyes of Morgen Hugo. The old mage had lost all of his sharp thinking and decent demeanor for a time. He didn’t know what he should do now, and he didn’t even know what should be in his mind. What to think about — just like most mortals, he never thought he would face the fall of a **** someday, nor did he think that the news of the fall of the **** would appear in front of his eyes in this form, something incredible. The degree is beyond the scope of human intelligence, so that the old mage did not even realize that this "obituary" was very strange in itself.

With a bang, the door of the room was pushed open by someone, and Morgan Hugo raised his head in a daze, but saw another high-level mage wearing a robe standing there-it was Para The second person in charge of the Mel Observatory was a trustworthy friend he called from the St. Sunil Astrological Association's soft and hard foam, and at this moment the gray-haired mage was glaring like a nightmare. The awakened person was standing there in a daze and consternation.

"Morgan!" the mage standing at the door finally shouted loudly, "God, did you see the news broadcast on the devil's net today?!"

"I saw...I still have a printed file here, which was printed by the device itself..." Morgan groaned and pointed at the paper on the table. "Benjamin, are we dreaming? The goddess of magic... Has it fallen?!"

"Goddess of magic..." The great magician called Benjamin took a breath, and then quickly walked to Morgan's desk. He saw the print with a slight ink smell on his face. It's a mixture of several expressions, "...I thought I was dreaming a minute ago, but...damn...Morgan, we..."

He reached for the print and grunted for a few seconds before reorganizing the language: "Morgan, is this credible? Is the news credible?"

"This is from the capital of the emperor, with the signature and stamp of His Majesty the Emperor, and the seals of the three magistrates..." Morgan Hugo finally woke up from the daze, and he looked at Benjamin in a complex expression Printout, "At least the file itself is absolutely true, and the message above..."

Benjamin shook his head: "I haven't received feedback from the Goddess of Magic for many days. Although I have rarely prayed before, I can at least understand the feeling of the goddess' feedback."

Morgan opened his mouth. He didn't say what he wanted to say. He looked at the print again. Looking at the sincere and touching words of mourning, the heart finally felt a weird feeling: "This is a copy A eulogy written by humans to the gods... Benjamin, I always think it’s weird, mourning the gods...can you imagine? mourning the gods..."

"How can I write the words of mourning?" Benjamin raised his eyes, and smiled and raised the paper in his hand. "How do you let His Majesty the Emperor write? He has exhausted the words of grief and praise..."

Yes, a letter of mourning written by humans to the gods is really weird. It is so weird that it shouldn’t appear in this world at all, but as Benjamin said-if not, how can it be written What?

If the gods really fell, then humans can only mourn so much, Morgan thinks so, he thinks that he thinks these eulogy is strange, only because... In his limited life, he has never experienced it The fall of the gods.

Now, he may really have to experience it once.

The print at the end of Benjamin's hand is clear and sharp: "...we mourn Ms. Mirmina, the goddess of magic, and feel sorry for his fall. Such a dedicated deity is worthy of all mortals, at least all humans. Reminiscence, in order to express the condolences and remembrance of the magic goddess Mirmina, after the joint research and decision of Emperor Govin Cecil, the Empire’s Supreme Government Office, and the Empire Theological Management Office, the'Fun of the Gods' And commemorative activities, national sirens, bells and horns will sound on that day, and the imperial dragon cavalry will perform a grand see-off ceremony...

"Your Majesty the Emperor called here, hoping that all the casters across the country would observe silence on that day to express our feelings of sadness..."

Morgan Hugo closed his eyes. Although he was not a devout believer in magic goddess-or almost everyone is not a devout believer in magic goddess-but the words of sincerity in this memorial speech are still deep The earth touched his heart, as if he could feel the sadness of His Majesty the Emperor while writing these words, and he was deeply affected by the emotion passed from the words.

As for the eulogy in the eulogy and the weirdness of the draft itself...it is now less important.

How can it be written? No one has ever experienced such a thing...

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"This news will soon spread throughout the country..."

Windsor Maple sighed softly and glanced at the original manuscript in front of him, the expression on his face could not express sadness and joy.

Daniel sat opposite her, the old mage's face was as cold and slightly gloomy as ever: "In fact it has been sent to the whole country through the network of communication towers, but the newspapers and announcements at the end will delay a little time. But this has little effect. The mages have the most communication resources, and they will receive the news first."

"Next... we're going to prepare for the funeral seriously," Windsor nodded. "This is our first joint operation with the Cecil, and we have been working hurriedly with such short preparation time. , Your Majesty hopes that we will go all out to avoid any lapses in front of the Cecil."

"Of course, neither of us will live up to His Majesty's expectations," Daniel's mouth seemed to have a slight imperceptible smile, but the smile was fleeting, "then I will leave first-the'Transnational Funeral Council' side is still waiting for me ."

Windsor stood up and watched as the old mage left the room and disappeared deep in the hallway. Then she retracted her gaze, as if talking to herself again, and whispering again as if seeking evidence again: "Goddess of magic..."

There is no feedback in the spiritual world, and the end of prayer is empty.

Windsor finally received no response-about the magic goddess did die.