Chapter 1072： Gathered

Cecil 3 years, 15th of Recovery Month, Recovery Day.

That crucial international conference was finally scheduled for the sixth day after the end of the Recovery Festival holiday. The approaching date of the conference also made this year's Recovery Festival seem to have a different meaning-starting from the beginning of this month, all levels of government affairs The hall began a full range of propaganda, explaining to the citizens the upcoming major international events and the role of the empire in this matter in a way that is as easy to understand as possible, so that even the people with the least informed Knowing this important event, a slightly poetic person connected this meeting to the month of recovery, and had some beautiful expectations for the future.

As the senior Mr. Godwin Orlando said in a newspaper issue-this world is about to end its history of separation and estrangement, and people who should have joined hands will truly unite as one in this spring. This is winter. The first ray of sunshine after the end is as warm as this spring.

At the same time, as the meeting time approaches, this year's Cecil City Recovery Festival has other changes that are different from previous years-more foreign faces appear in the city, bringing more information about foreign land news.

In fact, Cecil City has always had no shortage of foreign faces-as the world’s first magical city, as well as the world’s first open and international city, Cecil City’s outstanding technology The treasure house and the incredible business order are always attracting guests who have a keen eye and sense of smell, and visitors from afar seeking knowledge and money are always in an endless stream. Especially after the completion of several main railways of the empire, foreign visitors entered Cecil. Afterwards, the travel cost was greatly reduced, so that the gray elves merchants who were rare in the southern region became regular customers of the imperial capital, so it can be said that all kinds of strangers are originally one of the characteristics of Cecil's imperial capital.

The difference between this year's Recovery Festival and previous years is that some more distant guests appeared in the city.

In the central city, the shopping streets are lit up with lights. Citizens decorate their shops and streets with colorful curtains and various neon lights. Symbolic things that celebrate the blossoming of spring and pray for a year of prosperity are hung on the road. The light poles nearby and the exterior walls of the building wonderfully blended tradition and modernity together. The children ran happily on both sides of the street, and the noise of joy spread throughout the streets.

A pair of pale yellow, cat-like eyes gleaming under the white hood, observing this incredible human city with great interest, and the faces around those eyes are covered with fine and soft brown and white. The fluff, underneath the fluff, outlines a rugged female face with a hint of softness. After seeing a street "magic" shot a series of colored light flare into the sky, the children around cheered and cheered. The faces with dual features of animals and human women could not help showing a somewhat surprised expression, and the cat-like vertical pupils were slightly enlarged.

"It's incredible," a slightly hoarse voice came from under the hood, "Wenna, I didn't expect that there would be so many mages in the human world-even standing on the street to perform magic missiles to children."

A petite child-like figure stood beside this "feline lady". Hearing the words, he raised his head and looked at the "childhood playmate" who was almost two meters tall beside him: "Camilla, you It’s wrong—that’s not a mage. He is probably an artist hired by a store next to him, or even a clerk in the store. It’s not real magic, just the low-power light emitted by the magic terminal. Just play."

While talking, this petite lady-the leader of the gray elf, Wenna Baizhi, shook her head: "The number of wizards in the Cecil Empire is not more than us, even if we count our witch doctor priests, Cecil's number of wizards is not as good as Ogure, but their magical technology is very advanced. Everyone holding a magical terminal is at least equivalent to a wizard apprentice or a low-level wizard. Of course, it is said that the group of wizards on Typhon It's huge, but there might be magicians performing on the street..."

The tall "Ms. Cat" known as Camilla showed a surprised look on his face: "You know a lot-you don't mean that the gray elves only dealt with the Cecils in the West, and they don't know the entire human empire. The situation? But I think you even know a lot about Typhon."

Wenna Baizhi sighed after hearing the words: "Oh, I really haven't had much contact with the humans in the east, but don't forget, Mei Li is studying in this city-she gave it to me only in the second half of last year. I wrote dozens of kilograms of letters...You never imagine how detailed the words in those letters are. I can even piece together the signs of wear on the surface of every tile in this city..."

Camilla suddenly showed shock and admiration, as well as great suspicion: "Are you serious? Then you can spell it for me..."

Wenna stayed for a while, helplessly looking up at the orc leader in front of her: "Camilla...has anyone told you that your sense of humor is a problem?"

Camilla looked serious: "No, my sense of humor is very strong among the orcs-the people call me ‘humorous and cheerful queen’."

Wenna: "...You said that is it."

Camilla felt a little inexplicable, but she didn’t feel any signs of anger from her friend’s attitude, so she quickly shook her head indifferently, and said casually, “Shall we not go to see Meili today? I haven't seen that child for a long time. The last time I saw her was at the ancestral peak festival, when she was so tall..."

The orc leader bent down and gestured, but soon realized that the height was still not enough, so he simply squatted down: "...probably this high."

"It's almost okay, it's okay," Wenna glared at each other suddenly, "Stella is taller than that!"

"Sorry, I'm a little bit confused," Camilla squatted on the ground, her eyes level with Wenna, "By the way, don't we really go see her?"

"We will go back tomorrow. Today we still have to meet Princess Hetty. Although we are here for an informal state visit, the mission will eventually stop in Cecil City," Wenna shook her head. Her gaze crossed Camilla’s soft and fluffy face and looked to the distant street. In her vision, a dazzling picture was playing over the broadcasting device at the end of the street. The general content seemed to be introducing the upcoming At the international conference held at the Silver Empire post 112, and introduced the foreign races that will participate in the conference, she saw the faces of gray elves, as well as tall orcs and short dwarves. "I heard about the mission of the dwarves. I arrived in this city, but not in the same area as us."

"That elven outpost is located on the border of the wasteland. To get to the outpost, you have to pass through human land-this city is the only eligible transportation node in the northern part of the continent. The messengers from the north and west will definitely be there as long as they have normal thinking. This city gathers and transits. After all, it’s easier to ride a magic train than to trek in the wilderness,” Camilla said, suddenly as if he noticed something, and looked around, “Wenna, why are there some people passing by? Will you look at the two of us curiously?"

"They are looking at you," Wenna glanced at her friend. "Orcs don't often appear in the human world--especially after crossing the Plains of the Holy Spirit. Orcs like you are rarer than gray elves."

Camilla suddenly looked surprised, and at the same time pulled his hood subconsciously: "What! Has my disguise been discovered? How did they see it?"

Wenna looked at Camilla reluctantly: "You have flung your tail outside for a long time-don't you feel chilly?"

"So it is!"

...

In the eastern part of the city, in the industrial area, a construction site is under intense and busy construction. The huge magic machinery is roaring. In this season when the weather is getting warmer, hurry up to catch up with the construction progress that is delayed due to the winter-even though the holiday atmosphere is strong. But for Cecil, who is developing rapidly, many projects in this city will not be completely stopped due to holidays.

A short stature, with a yellow beard and messy hair, Baramo Heigang, wearing a black light armor, stood on the open space beside the road, staring at the huge mechanical grabs as if they were being picked up. A ball of cotton moved the heavy steel and earth and rock to the reserved position. The dwarf messenger from Forge City flushed with excitement, and hit the shoulders of his partner with his sturdy arms: "Hi Paladin!! This thing seems to be more powerful than our runestone giant! No wonder you want to understand the Cecilian magic skills and introduce them into the Forge City-I was convinced by you , I will go back and speak to Your Majesty Morton with you!"

"You are persuaded by the facts, not by me," said Paladin Huishanyan, who was also short, with gray beard and hair, gruffly, his voice was like thunder in the mountains, he looked at those The heavy-running machinery had the same excitement in its eyes, "I saw their mechanical ships in Baiyu Port. At that time, I knew that these infinite things are going to change the world sooner or later-look at these steels, Look at these stones, and then look at the robotic beasts. Our iron and stone hills and forge mountains are full of occasions where the beasts can be used... The only pity is that these things don't seem to be cheap."

"Yes, it's not cheap. There are many good things in this world, but they are all clearly marked with prices-Cecil's machines and potions, the ores and crystals in the eastern part of the continent, the elves' medicine materials and rare wood, in the forge The guys in the city who stay at home can't imagine the cost of these things," Baramo Heigang said as he fell silent, after a short period of thought, he showed a serious expression, "but if according to Gawain Sai The promise made by His Majesty Sill will greatly reduce the cost of trade between countries after becoming a member of the alliance, and many things that were originally listed as restricted exports will also open up channels, plus the south and north ring mainland routes. Restart and open up, the transportation cost of bulk trade goods will also become very low."

"If these promises can be fulfilled," Paladin Huishanyan murmured, "Open the route to the south and the north of the mainland... The former route to the mainland only lasted for a short time, but the glory of the time still remains in the history books. It was an exciting time in terms of the record... Now it is indeed a feat that the route around the mainland can be reproduced in the world, but I am not very optimistic about it."

"Really?" Baramo Heigang said casually, "this matter is good for everyone."

"Yes, it’s good for everyone—because everyone doesn’t have a ship that can be used for ocean voyages at this time, but this is another matter for the two human empires. Connecting the circum-continental route means not only Cecil, even the Typhon Empire must also open its own ports and shipping routes, and complete the docking with the Cecilian shipping route system-I have no doubt that those mechanical ships are capable of running around the entire continent, but the premise is The Typhons can really accept the conditions of the Cecils. After all, as far as we know, Typhon’s national power has been hit hard, and they are even unable to build a few more new ships. At this time, if they open the route, the whole The dominance of the circum-continental route will undoubtedly fall completely into Cecil's hands... In the future, Typhons will be relieved if they want to compete for the share of the ocean, it will not be so easy."

"The biggest regret is not not being able to get the treasure, but being able to return with a full load, but being unable to intervene for a while and missed...The truth in the mountains is equally useful on the sea," Baramo shook his head, and then looked a little surprised. To his partner, "I didn't expect you to have considered this matter so far-there is a huge distance between Typhon and Cecil from Forge City."

"But now the whole world is going to be connected. You are here on a magic train. You know that the distance between thousands of rivers and mountains will be shortened sooner or later," Paladin Huishanyan spread his hands. "There are few people in Forge City who will look Throwing out of the mountains, but we always need someone to understand the changes in the world. Fortunately, I usually have a lot of free time. At least I can think about the future more than those who only know how to deal with stones all day."

"The future... the future is not so easy to understand," Baramo said, blowing the beard around his mouth and letting those proud hairs fly. "I feel that my brain is already working today. Enough, in order to have a good spirit tomorrow, I think the two of us better go have a drink next."

Paladin’s eyes lit up immediately: “It’s just what I want, and I have a suggestion—don’t go to any bar to waste time. Really good wine won’t be put on those fancy counters. I know there is a cold shop in the city. The place where the Frost Resistance Potion is so powerful..."

Baramo cast a suspicious look: "Frost resistance potion? Are you sure? That thing sounds like some kind of alchemy potion..."

"Trust my judgment. I tried it in Baiyu Port. The human alchemist is more talented than you think." Paladin's eyes were bright, and his voice sounded like a bell, proudly as if those cold resistance potions were invented by him. In general, "52-degree sauce-flavor type-it is said that even the northern dragon can't refuse the good taste in those small bottles!"

Baramo looked at his partner’s nostalgic look, and had no doubt in his heart that the other party’s judgment on fine wines. After dispelling the doubts in his mind, he could only sigh: It is indeed the capital of the rising star of humanity, Cecil, this place even has a bottle The potions are so unusual...

...

When envoys from the North and the West gathered at the transit station in Cecil City, near the Elf stronghold in the northeast of the Gondor Wasteland, the great eagles from the Silver Empire were flying through the clear and high blue sky.

The air in the north is much colder than in the south. Although the high-altitude airflow is blocked by the breeze shield, it seems that there is still a hint of coolness infiltrating in. Percetia Morningstar narrowed her eyes slightly, she shared the vision of a giant eagle. The elf outpost in the distance has entered her sight.

Those shiny antenna devices, streamlined roofs and towers all point to the blue sky, looking slender but powerful and beautiful.

A huge flock of dozens of giant eagles lined up around her, looking quite spectacular.

The voice of the pilot elf came from the magic brooch: "Your Majesty, we are already close to the 112 outpost and we will land in fifteen minutes."

"I see." Percetia replied simply, her eyes swept to the sides at the distant outpost.

Cecil is to the west, Typhon is to the east.

"It's been more than seven hundred years..." the ruler of the Silver Empire muttered to himself, "Unknowingly, mankind has been divided for seven hundred years... I thought I would never see them again. Together."