Chapter 1100： The last link

At the highest point of the city of a thousand towers, the dim palace room seems to be always shrouded in a hazy curtain. As long as you stand in this high tower and look outside, you will feel the sky floating in the sky even when it is a clear sky. A layer of haze, I feel that there is some kind of inexplicable "block" between the urban buildings surrounding the tower and the tower. People who are lucky enough to visit this tower occasionally will be impressed by the sight-but nothing One can explain the source of this "veil" feeling.

There is no corresponding data record, there is no public technical interpretation by the royal mages, and the rulers in the tower never explain the secrets of their residence to the lower mages. The "veil" shrouded by this tower is the violet kingdom. The oldest one of the secrets, it is not very conspicuous, but it can always arouse the interest of some snoopers.

Prince Nash stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window depicting bronze lace, his eyes calmly looking at the distant sky, under the dim light of the sky, the reflection in the eyes of the mage king was slightly misplaced with the current time and space. At a certain moment, he suddenly raised his hand and waved it lightly, so the scene outside the tower suddenly jittered abnormally. In the next second, a vague shadow was outside the "veil" Appeared and quickly dissipated in a silent wailing, as if dissolved in the bright sunshine outside.

"There are always eye-opening elemental creatures or magical spirits that are attracted," Nash Nalt frowned and muttered, "This year is especially much more."

"Here is a powerful magic hub and the focal point of space-time distortion, just like the bottom of a funnel. All the extraordinary powers within the funnel will slide towards this'hole'. This is determined by the laws of nature," the lady in the mirror He smiled and said, "The curtain of the dim royal court will attract those sensitive elemental creatures and magical spirits. The frequency is similar every year. According to my monitoring records, the situation this year has not changed much."

"...That's probably because I am too sensitive," Prince Nash thought for a while, couldn't help sighing, "After all, a lot of things have happened recently."

The beautiful lady in the mirror looked at Prince Nash’s back, and then muttered for a while and whispered: “Really, don’t you think about responding to the invitation of the'Alliance'? Or at least participate in the recent interesting new changes in the Loren continent. The mages living in the outer zone have been very close to the merchants of the Loren mainland during this time, and they are very interested in the'route around the mainland'."

"I have not forbidden commercial exchanges at the civil level, and I have already approved the navigation of the circum-continental route in the Southern Strait." Prince Nash turned to look at the lady who appeared in the mirror, with a serious expression on her face. "To the Violet Kingdom In other words, this degree of'openness' is enough-we should not establish too much contact with the countries on the Loren continent. As for the mages who live in the cities of the outer zone... they are essentially We are different, aren't we? Bernadette."

"Ah, ah, yes, they are more relaxed and freer than us," the lady in the mirror spread her hands and sighed half-jokingly. "It's not like us who have to bear a bunch of missions that don't know whether it is meaningful. Live a life that is forever isolated from the world."

"Okay, don't complain about this. We haven't reached the level of'isolation'-at least every year some apprentices who pass the test will come to the city of a thousand towers from the continent of Loren, and we will often send people. It’s better to go to Loren and observe the changes in the world than it was a thousand years ago.” Prince Nash smiled and calmed Bernadette in the mirror, and quickly changed the subject, “Compared to this, your clothes today are very beautiful. "

"This is the one I wore yesterday."

"...the one yesterday was also very beautiful."

Bennadido in the mirror crouched and sighed: "...you have no brains?"

Prince Nash opened his mouth, which seemed to be a bit stuck for a moment, then he spread out his hands and smiled awkwardly, then turned to face the floor-to-ceiling window, looking into the distance, and continued to fall into contemplation.

……

The conference has been going on for several days. Leaders or plenipotentiary ambassadors from dozens of large and small countries on the Loren Continent are squeezing their brain power and mobilizing all the information resources and think tank resources in their hands. Every day, they must Faced with a series of huge information that can affect the entire known world, and on the next day, they have to give feedback on this information and vote-this meeting has long exceeded the expectations of most countries, just like a rapid Roaring like a tsunami, engulfing the ups and downs of the entire era, even if the representatives involved in it are caught off guard, they are keenly aware of the tremendous impact this series of changes will have on the entire world-including their own country. great influence.

They are like a group of helms caught in a huge wave, holding the steering wheel in a little panic in the silent stormy sea. No matter what the situation is, no matter how much power they have, they are doing their best to control the direction of their ship. Trying to find a safe and favorable position and direction to confess to the people and subjects after going back in this huge wave that changes the world.

But as time passed, this huge wave showed a certain pattern every day, and the helms finally grasped the rhythm of the wind and waves, so the loose and messy "fleet" finally appeared a little order, more and more Consensus was reached through intense discussions and exchanges, and more and more common interests were recognized, and some old contradictions were temporarily shelved or made concessions in the face of greater interests-the storm has not subsided, but the helmsman has recognized "Fleet" order, so a series of results were brewed in this process——

Initially was the establishment of the Union and the entry into force of the "Common Union Charter", followed by the opening of the circumcontinental route, the route-related agreement and the entry into force of the "Maritime Trade Act", followed by the establishment of the Union Food Committee and the provision of food for Tarrond The proposal for assistance was passed, the establishment of the maritime and air security zone and the entry into force of related bills. At the same time, a series of bills on internal trade in the mainland were voted through, conflict determination methods between countries, international legal framework and necessity memorandum, member states’ security General...

The meeting lasted a long time, but every minute and every second was extremely tense.

In such a process, a series of publicly available information of the 112 Conference was continuously spread out through the intelligence channels of various countries-even the most backward small and remote countries, through the lease of the three countries of Cecil, Typhon, and Silver Empire. The long-distance communication network sent the news back to China as soon as possible.

Time just passed day by day. When the tenth day came, the public agenda of the 112 meeting finally came to an end. With the vote of the "General Method for the Identification of Land and Sea Boundaries (Provisional, the flag flying above the oath stone ring gradually resumed. The dim normality.

Under the banner of the gold pattern on the blue background, Gawain sighed lightly. Some of the most important problems in his heart were finally solved, but he hadn't completely let go of the tone-the public part of the meeting was over, but still Some things that need to be handled carefully and cannot be discussed rashly and openly still need to be resolved. After regaining his spirits, he raised his head and glanced over the slightly tired representatives under the flags, breaking the silence with a low voice.

"Everyone, we have voted to pass the last bill just now. So far, the public agenda of this meeting has ended successfully. We first celebrate this."

After the voice fell, applause immediately sounded from all over the venue. It took only a short time from sparse to enthusiastic. After this warm but short applause ended, Gao Wen continued: "Next, follow the meeting recorded in the manual. The process, we transferred to a closed-door meeting-there is only one representative from each country on the scene, please leave the other assistant team, clerical officer team, and media team in an orderly manner. The remaining representatives can rest for 30 minutes. Please do not stay away After 30 minutes, Shihuan promised that Shihuan will be temporarily blocked until the end of the meeting.

In the final stage, there was an additional closed-door meeting-this matter had been written in the meeting manual sent to the representatives of all parties, so the representatives on the scene were not surprised by what Gao Wen said, and there is no doubt in life. In fact Some of the people with more informed news and more keen sense of smell have even roughly guessed what the closed-door meeting is going to discuss. For a moment, there was a thoughtful look on their faces, but in the end no one spoke.

Afterwards, representatives of all parties and their assistant teams began to leave the venue in an orderly manner or go to the rest area to rest in accordance with the process requirements. Gao Wen also temporarily left his seat, but he did not go far, but went straight to Under the banner of the Silver Empire-Bersetia is standing here, discussing something with Rosetta Augustus.

Noting that Gawain was approaching, Bersetia turned around, with a faint smile on her face, and Rosetta also raised her head to look this way, and raised her right hand to indicate—he was holding a glass in his hand. The low alcohol sweet wine, the slightly reddish liquor and the exquisite crystal glass shine brightly in the sun.

"Uncle Gao Wen," Bersetia greeted with a smile. The Ling Ran's majestic temperament that belonged to the "Silver Queen" from the previous meeting has gradually disappeared, "Your performance today is still outstanding."

"I don't need this kind of flattery," Gawain smiled, "And then again-don't you call me "Uncle Gawain" only in private?"

Belsetia casually said in a relaxed tone: "The occasion is even ‘closed’ to me—this meeting is exhausting enough, and it’s better to relax during a break."

Gawain looked at Rosetta Augustus on the side again, his gaze fell on the other party’s glass, and casually said: "Is this drinking during the meeting?"

Rosetta shook the crystal cup in her hand, revealing a relaxed smile: “Long meetings are boring, and compared to drinking water, a moderate amount of alcohol can make me sober.”

Gawain thought for a while, and couldn’t help saying: "...This wine is actually made from the fruit of the Thorin tree."

Rosetta’s expression changed a little for a moment, and then when she looked at the wine glass in her hand, her eyes were a little bit dumbfounded. After a while, he muttered: "Are you trying to say that even this glass of wine is older than my generation?"

"Just kidding, I don't think Bertila would treat the fruit hanging on the tree as a descendant bloodline," Gawain said with a smile-although in his heart he really felt that if there was a smart P player standing here At this point, I am afraid that it is not possible to make a claim to Typhon with a Thorin tree fruit-then he directly turned to the topic, "It is about to enter the last link, is Typhon ready?"

"As we agreed before, Typhon will stand firmly on Cecil's side on the issue of the Theocracy," Rosetta Augustus's expression immediately became serious, "You can rest assured ——There is no resistance to this matter."

Was the surviving God of War forces in Typhon and that had not bowed to Aldernan so completely wiped out... and it sounds like the Augustus family has also regained control of the country, and gathered the War God church to remain after the collapse The big blank space...

Gawain did not speak any more, just nodded slightly.

"The Silver Empire is also ready-the same is true for the Highmountain Kingdom and the small southern countries," Bersetia also said on the side. "On this matter, the opinions of the top Druid Orthodox churches are the same, but It is not ruled out that some esoteric organizations in the forest and the stubborn primitive believers of the people will have a small-scale counterattack. The Elf King Court can solve these problems, but our progress must be slower. I hope you can understand this in advance."

"I understand, after all, the influence of theocracy in the Silver Empire is deeply ingrained, and the long life span of your race has made it difficult for many elves who have experienced ancient times to accept...changes." Gao Wen nodded gently, and he couldn't help but improve. There was an unspeakable sigh: In many cases, the progress of the times requires not only the growth of new things, but also the demise of old things, and even the demise of a generation of old people, and those who maintain stale memories and cannot accept changes in the world. A generation has gradually faded away from the main body of society, although it seems cold and merciless to say so, but the old and the new change, the world often works like this.

The sorrow of the longevity race in this world lies in this—compared with those short-lived races that change quickly, members of the longevity race... are too difficult to die. They live too long, and their memories are wrapped around their race like a long rope. Even though the rope has rotted and moulded, the younger generation is still trapped in it and cannot escape.

Rosetta on the side of    showed a somewhat surprised expression: "Are there still elves who firmly believe in the original druid doctrine and refuse to recognize the existing druid faction?"

"Yes, not only there are followers, but there are even a few old people who have personally experienced the "primitive age" and are alive," Bersetia said with a complex face, "this even includes a person more than three thousand years ago. High-ranking Druid priests and a small group of priests... Although these elves have been far away from the power center of the church, they have acquiesced to the order established by the elven royal court and the symbolic identity of the highest priest of the royal family, but they are in some primitive groups. The influence is still huge, and it does not rule out the possibility that they have secretly connected with certain secret religious groups in the past three thousand years..."

Gawain couldn't help frowning. Bersetia hadn't said about this last time. He couldn't help but look at the silver empress: "They won't like the Elf King's court proceeding on issues involving the **** of nature. A'reform'...how do you plan to deal with this group?"

"We can't take strong measures, and we can't turn a blind eye to them," Bersetia sighed. "I will be patient with them-rest assured, I have been dealing with them for hundreds of years. People have headaches, but it is not impossible to solve them."

Speaking of this, the silver queen smiled helplessly, and said with a hint of teasing: "Perhaps only their gods are here to persuade these old people who refuse to forget the past."

Gao Wen: "..."