Chapter 1087： Conference day

The envoys from Typhon left, the reception room of the Oak Hall became quiet, and the silver queen Bersetia came to the large floor-to-ceiling window and looked in the direction of the town through the clear crystal glass-the lush roadside plants It was dyed with a golden layer in the afterglow of the setting sun. The pedestrians and vehicles on the main road were decreasing a little. The sharply armored ranger guards lined up through the guard post in front of the main gate, and two giant eagle knights were walking from the northern wall Passing by, the shadow cast on the bell tower in the distance.

"The Typhon people seem to be eager to facilitate the opening of ports and trade projects in the backwater coast and the gray-eye coast. Although they have been talking about these things for the past six months, they did not seem to be so anxious at that time," wearing a red bottom The tall, thin and serious Valentian Jingu, who was in a gold-rimmed robe, stood not far behind the queen, and said respectfully, "Although this matter is good for us, is there anything wrong behind it?"

"The biggest strangeness may be in the two private conversations between Gawain Cecil and Rosetta Augustus," Bersetia said lightly without looking back. "I'm really curious about what they talked about. ..."

Valendian responded immediately: "Understood, I will arrange it now."

"No, Elaine will be back soon." Belcetia said, and almost at the same time as her voice fell, a faint wind suddenly curled up in a corner of the room, and a thin figure was no longer wrapped in green. Vine emerged near the corner of the house.

The high-level elf maid Elaine Fanna stepped out of the air and walked quickly behind the Queen Silver: "I have returned, Your Majesty."

"How's the situation? Have you heard any news?"

Elaine lowered her head: "As you might expect, Cecil took the initiative to release a small part of the wind-Typhon and Cecil will jointly restart the route around the mainland, and the mainland countries can also participate."

"Restart the route around the mainland? Typhon and Cecil are'together'?" Bersetia finally turned around, staring at Elaine, "The news has been released...that is, Rosetta Ogu Sit all agreed?"

"It looks like...yes," Elaine paused, and continued to lower his head, "and it seems that the consensus they reached is more than that."

"...The parliament originally predicted that Typhon and Cecil would carry out some kind of territorial or resource'delivery' in the process of concluding the alliance," Valentian was also surprised, but he quickly adjusted his expression. , And looked at the empress who was loyal to him, "Your Majesty, our prediction has been seriously deviated. Gawain Cecil asked for more than we thought."

"He chose this time to force the restart of the circum-continental route..." Bersetia didn't seem to hear Valentian's words, she just whispered as if talking to herself while thinking, "He is Worried about Typhon's recovery speed..."

"It is also possible that we are worried that the Silver Empire will completely fall to the Typhon settlement area," Valentian said on the side. "Since the dispute over the Blue Rock Hills was resolved, the Gaoling Kingdom has reconciled with Typhon, and our trade with Typhon The scale is also expanding rapidly. This incident may have aroused the vigilance of Cecil. Under the circumstances that the cost of land is high and air transportation is not popular, opening the eastern route is their best way to prevent the Tifeng settlement area from continuing to mature."

"Valendian, I think he asked for more than this." The Queen Silver glanced at her first minister and shook her head slightly. "But this is not the point for us, the point is how Emperor Typhon would agree This matter... he should be very clear about his own domestic situation. At this point in time, he agreed to Cecil's circum-continental route plan. In name, it was a joint cooperation. In essence, he gave up control of the entire route. At least it will give up for decades..."

"Perhaps it is facing a deterrence that is difficult to resist, or it may be a temptation that is hard to refuse. This is probably the part that neither Cecil nor Typhon has made public," Valentian's expression became serious, "Are we To respond to the conditions of those Typhon messengers just now? Typhon people obviously hope to get as much share and voice as possible in the southeast route before the circum-continental route agreement takes effect. This is very beneficial to us-but it may also be because of this. Caused dissatisfaction from Cecil."

The Queen Silver looked at her first minister, as if feeling that the other party’s question was unnecessary at all: "Does this need to be considered? Of course we have to respond. We have waited for Typhon to make concessions for more than half a year-but we can still Raise the price a little bit, believe me, the room for concessions prepared by Typhon is far from over. As for Cecil’s dissatisfaction..."

A little smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and the sunlight that was approaching dusk was spilling into the room from the window, covering her back and feet like a cloak: "He is Gawain Cecil, he will not be dissatisfied."

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The secret conversation between Gawain and Rosetta Augustus is just a fragment on the eve of the 112th meeting. In fact, during the preparation phase of the whole meeting, similar meetings and secret conversations continued in this 112th base. ——

Almost all the delegates participating in the conference realized that the world pattern will change within a few days. Countless intelligence personnel and think tank consultants collect and aggregate information from all parties like busy ants under the bushes. And extract content with reference value from this complex information, and send it to the big people at a higher level, and those who have enough keen eyes and accurate judgment (or think they have this ability) are taken This information stimulates them to keep in touch with their allies or competitors, and keep preparing chips to gather intelligence, in the hope that they can grasp more initiative in the upcoming conference.

The reception rooms and meeting rooms in the Jade Long Hall have become extremely busy. Some rooms in the halls have also become lively. From morning to night, I don’t know how many large and small meetings and mediations are taking place. These rooms are staged, and in some areas where the talks are particularly "dense", such an awkward and subtle situation may even appear-the delegates have completed a round of secret talks, opened the door to the corridor, and they happened to see the king or leader of the neighboring country. After the auxiliary minister walked out of the next room, or greeted awkwardly or enthusiastically, the delegates who had just breathed in the corridor regrouped, turned and walked into a different room, and continued into the next round of discussions...

I don’t know if any delegates went to the wrong house during these busy days of preparation and messed up the list of all parties.

On the other hand, while the numerous representatives of small and medium-sized powers are busy, the most influential tripartite forces that have attracted everyone’s attention have suddenly quieted down-Cecil, Typhon, Silver, and the three empires. After the initial high-level contact, there was no movement. Only ordinary diplomats maintained normal exchanges in private. These three empires were just sitting on the sidelines and watching other parties busy, as if waiting for the conference. arrival.

Some representatives of the powers feel a little uneasy about this, but more people have no extra energy to pay attention to the movements of the three empires. They have become more aware of what a powerful behemoth the new alliance will be in these days of mutual contact. For those representatives of small countries who are unable to influence the pattern of large countries, how to find a better "position" in this giant is obviously the most worthy of their attention.

Time passed quickly under such an undercurrent situation, and the scheduled meeting date finally arrived.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning lit up the spire of the crystal tower set at the highest point of No. 112 stronghold. The large pale green crystals burned bright flames under the shining of the sun. The bells all over the town rang at the same time, high and low. Amid the undulating bells, elite ranger soldiers wearing silver light armor and feather-grabbing helmets appeared at key intersections, and magic vehicles with flags of various countries hung in advance gathered in all major lines. In front of the museum-these vehicles are uniformly provided by Cecil, who is the initiator of the conference. Except for the different supporting flags, all other standards are completely consistent.

In fact, in addition to these magic cars, most of the materials for the entire conference are also uniformly configured. Among them, the silver empire as the organizer bears most of them, and Cecil and Typhon share the rest. This "consistency" is a deliberate arrangement made by Gao Wen, which has his own intention-

All representatives have a unified standard and equal seats. Even if they have different voices and responsibilities in the alliance, they should not be reflected in the cost of pomp and the display of national power. This "consistency" is completely different from the old traditions. The talks between the parties are equal to the "rules" for showing off their strengths, and at the same time, they are also a simple expression of some basic concepts in the "community of destiny."

Of course, some of the current representatives may only think that these arrangements are weird, and may not be able to appreciate Gawain’s intentions, but before the end of the meeting... they will.

During the preparation period of the previous few days, the delegates had already received notice in advance and had some understanding of the process of receiving and guiding, so they quickly boarded the vehicles prepared for them. However, many delegates were surprised that, These vehicles did not go to the "Emerald Long Hall" or other large facilities, the largest gathering place in the town, but drove straight out of the city.

Inside a magic car with the emblem of the Ogure tribe, Wenna Baizhi, a petite figure, stretched her neck and looked out the window. She looked at the direction of the front and rear convoys in surprise, and couldn't help but look away after she retracted her eyes. To the elf service officer sitting in the front passenger seat: "The venue is outside the city? Isn't it the halls in the city?"

"Yes, outside the city." The blond elf with long eyebrows and beautiful eyes turned to give Wenna a smile. Although the silver elf and gray elf have been separated for a long time, at least they are both "elves". A distant relative, the clerk's attitude towards Wenna was exceptionally friendly. "It has been stated in the process manual that the venue is in the'Oath Stone Ring', and there is no place called the'Oath Stone Ring' in the city."

"But I look outside the city and there is no place for meetings," Wenna was not diminished in curiosity and doubts. She looked out the window of the car. The town was not large. At this moment, the car she was riding in was about to arrive. The gate of the wall, and outside the gate covered with the energy shield, all she can see is the vast expanse of wilderness, and the dark wilderness at the end of the wilderness, "I can only see a wasteland-is it possible that the vow Shi Huan' was hidden by some kind of barrier?"

"No," the secretary shook his head. "The Oath Stone Ring is not an existing building. It needs the power of our Queen to appear in this world-I'm sorry to bring you confusion, but due to the participation in the meeting There are many people, the carrying capacity of the existing facilities in the 112th stronghold is limited, and with some additional considerations, we have to make this arrangement. But please rest assured that even outside the outpost, the elite ranger troops and the combat Drew Iraqis can still ensure the safety of all representatives. Although this is the border of the civilized world, the wasteland is actually far from the living area."

"We are not worried about the wasteland, at least I am not worried," Camilla, the orc leader sitting next to Wenna, said suddenly, and a slight grunt came from her throat, "I just think you should Speaking earlier-I thought that the meeting was going to take place in the city by my birth."

"Sorry, this is our mistake."

"Ah, it doesn't matter," Camilla waved her hand, her long hairy tail curled up and draped it on Wenna's shoulder. She herself looked out of the window on the other side, and the tawny vertical pupil was curious. Shining, "Wasteland... I saw it at such a close distance for the first time."

"Control your curiosity, curiosity will kill cats and orcs." Wenna gently patted off her tail on her shoulders, and she said casually while looking at the front of the team. In her field of vision, the open wilderness Has come oncoming.

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Outside the city of No. 112, in the open and flat wilderness, the vehicles arriving one after another have gathered in a dedicated parking area, and on an open ground near the parking area, the Silver Empress Belsetia is in front of several high-level druids. Standing next to a boulder under the guard of the elite ranger.

On the surface of the roughly square boulder, mysterious and complex Druid runes have been carved in advance. As the sun shines on the stone surface, the runes also glow with magical brilliance.

It is not only the elves standing next to the boulder.

Gawain took Amber and Rebecca and stood beside Bersetia, and farther away, you could see many Cecil dressed as technicians—these technicians were debugging a lot at the moment. Magical equipment. These devices include vehicle-mounted stacked magic net devices, mobile magic obelisks, and several magic net terminals of different models. These people’s expressions are meticulous, and they even carry a certain sublime Sense of mission.

This meeting will be transmitted to the neural network through the equipment in their hands, back to the Cecil Empire, and eventually spread throughout the empire through the magic net, and even to parts of the Ogure tribal nation and the Holy Dragon Principality— —Although this is far from being called a "worldwide live broadcast", the live broadcast of this event has reached the record since the birth of Mowang Communication. Everyone who is fortunate enough to participate in the link will undoubtedly have a history A sense of participation.

Gao Wen retracted his gaze from the live broadcast equipment. He looked at the representatives of various parties who were arriving at the scene not far away. Finally, he looked at Bersetia beside him, with a smile on his face: "Today is the atmosphere. Didn't it bring you a sense of familiarity?"

"No," Bersetia replied with a faint smile, and whispered in a low voice, "I was busy stealing food from the back when the meeting was held seven hundred years ago, and it was Valentian that kept order. , Don’t you remember?"

"...I remembered the look of Valentian's black face at the time," Gawain recalled for a moment, and couldn't help shaking his head. "Later, I looked for you with him for a long time, and finally dragged you out from under the dining table. "

Talking about past topics, they smiled at each other and the atmosphere became relaxed.

Behind them, Valentian’s pointed ears trembled unconsciously, and his face seemed a little darker...