Huge golden oak trees grow arbitrarily in the courtyard, and the open canopy covers almost three-quarters of the courtyard like a heavy sky. Around this huge plant that relies on natural divine power, the faint brilliance disperses the shadow world. Eternally entrenched in the dim, a vibrant nursery bathed in brilliance, eternally luxuriant, undefeated in all seasons.

A gust of wind blew in from a distance and moved the green leaves in the nursery. Amid the soft rustle, Amone, who was caring for the flowers and plants, raised his head and looked at the golden oak tree not far away—a figure was quietly leaning against the trunk. She closed her eyes as if she was in a nap, but as the breeze blew, the lightly sleeping lady slowly opened her eyes, and two gleaming magical gleams appeared deep in her eyes.

"I'm back?" Amone greeted casually, "You can read the drama yourself, I haven't finished my work yet."

"I didn't leave either-I just sent an avatar to go'outside' activities," Milmina kept sitting leaning against the oak tree, lazily looking up at Amone, "You're fast. It's been a whole day, haven't you finished it yet?"

"I plan to re-plan, and then find a way to open another piece of land outside the original courtyard boundary," Amone shook his head, and the two small flowers wrapped around the antlers swayed gently in the dim light, "Phil Na and Leirna said they wanted to plant some blue bellflowers and silver leaf grass, which are unique plants of the Silver Empire, and may not be suitable for planting next to potatoes..."

"Seriously, I don't think it's appropriate to grow anything around your vegetable patch-it's too strange to match," Milmina muttered, her eyes fell on Amorn's corner and saw the two A swaying little flower, she couldn't help showing a smile on her face, "If only I could hear their voices... I'm really curious about what they usually talk to you."

"Daily chatting—you want to hear it? Then in a few decades...maybe more than ten years," Amone seemed to smile a little, "They are recovering little by little, and they will soon be able to recover from their soul-sleeping state. Break free, by then they will be the'spirit' that can communicate with the outside world. Then I plan to find a way to create two new bodies for them...or ask Bertila to make two. The technology tested on the elves seems to be quite successful."

As he said, he paused, and then looked at Milmina curiously: "You are all busy over there? I remember that it takes a long time for the magic movie to be produced... or the part you are responsible for. It has ended?"

Milmina waved her hand immediately: "How fast, it's just that today's things are all done. I left the avatar over there, and I can help them deal with some less important tasks, answer some questions and so on. Tomorrow. I have to'past'. The next two scenes are famous, and I have to do it myself..."

"...Anyway, I don't understand what you are up to," Amone muttered, "I just heard that you are going to help those mortals make a ghost drama about the fall of the goddess of magic. I thought you just need to go there. 'Ah—'It's enough to die all of a sudden, but now it's still a big project."

"I can't explain it to you," Milmina narrowed her eyes. "You can just wait to see the finished product. But then again...Are you really not going to try it too? The Theocracy. We are planning to make it into a long-form series if "The Ruler of All Laws" is successful. All the stories of the gods will be interpreted in the form of a magical drama. The next one is probably you...think about it?"

"I'm not interested-and I don't think I'll be good at this," Amone shook his head, "but I'm really looking forward to what kind of story mortals will tell me. The history of silver elves is far older than that of humans. And my origin is in the earliest silver elves history. Many early information about nature worship has long since disappeared in the ancient years. Under this circumstance, how does the talented Firme plan to accomplish this difficult task... It's curious."

"Doesn't you even know this part?" Milmina glanced at Ammon with a little surprise. "You can give them some information for reference even if you don't go into battle yourself."

"Do you know the history before your own birth?" Amone asked rhetorically, "At the stage when the ideological trend is not yet formed, the gods have no complete self-awareness at all, and that is precisely the most critical period for the birth of a god."

"Ah, it's true, I forgot," Milmina said in a sudden tone, but soon said indifferently, "but it doesn't matter. If you can't find the information, just make up. The key to this project is not really going to Let people understand how we came, but let people think they understand how the gods came—and how the gods didn’t. They also arranged for me eight Secret Saints who were initially revealed. 'Well, it is used to explain why wizards who have never believed in gods suddenly think that there is a goddess of magic in the world. It is the first time that I know that I still have such eight saints..."

Speaking of this, the magic goddess couldn't help but sigh with emotion: "For me, the most difficult part of this whole project is to write down the names of my eight saints..."

Listening to Milmina telling these things, Amone suddenly seemed to think of something: "By the way, you have been active outside with your avatar for so many days, has there been any change in the link of thoughts?"

When the topic suddenly turned to business, Milmina's originally lazy posture immediately became serious. She lifted her finger, as if unconsciously sketching a few runes in the air, speaking slowly: "I have these days I have been paying close attention to changes in this area...the situation seems to be exactly what Gawain Cecil had expected. Working with mortals did not lead to re-establishing any link between me and them, even today, playing the role of'initially The actor of the saints chanted prayers directed to me right in front of me, and I did not feel any connection being established."

While speaking, she turned her gaze on Amone, her tone of voice particularly solemn: "You should also know that prayers with clear directions have powerful power, even if the reciting person is not a believer, as long as he is praying. With the slightest'respectful heart', there will be some corresponding ripples in the thoughts, and correspondingly, the gods will definitely feel this ripple."

"You did not perceive this connection at all, which means that the act of'prayer' of the'actor' has completely lost faith in meaning," Amone said slowly, "As the actor of the'saint', he clearly knows Your prayers are just lines...no, not only that, but more importantly, what you are doing has completely denied the sacredness and unknownness of the existence of the goddess of magic..."

"Perhaps, the Noyes really used this method to achieve ‘coexistence’ with the gods," said Milmina, "and sooner or later we will realize it..."

"'Noi'..." Amone slowly came under the golden oak tree, and whispered while sitting next to Mirmina, "You say, the future described by Gawain Cecil 'Will it really come?"

"I don't know, but many of the things he described have already been realized, or are gradually being realized-I would like to believe in this ‘human’ who has created many miracles."

Amone did not speak, he seemed to be lost in thought, and after a long period of thought, he suddenly broke the silence: "The Noyes sent their gods to the universe, and they sent them out more than a hundred years ago. Can you imagine? A trip to space... Many years ago, I rashly approached the starry sky. Although I lost my life just as soon as I went up, the magnificent sight I saw was enough to cover. All the dim brilliance in the world, to be honest, if I have the opportunity, I would rather go up and take a look."

"The Noyes launched their gods at 3% speed of light. Considering their actual situation, this is probably no choice... The gods can not eat, breathe, or even never rest, and they can live long enough. Faced with any long journey, with limited technology,'launching the gods' is undoubtedly the most reasonable and easiest solution to achieve," Milmina said with emotion, "If I have the opportunity, I really want to know The "God of Noy" who embarked on a space journey, he has done an amazing thing for his people-trekking to such a remote place alone is not an easy journey."

"But if the situation requires, we will do something for all beings at all costs," Amoen said softly, "This is our essence."

"At any cost..." Milmina seemed to think of something, "Do you know about the God of Light?"

"Of course, after all, you and I are both'senior advisors' to the Theocracy Council. This information will always be pushed to us first," Amone let out a sigh, "Although I have guessed that the Deep Blue Well was detonated in the past. Will it be Him, but I didn't expect this matter to be confirmed now, and I didn't expect the God of Light to be in such a state now-human nature is dead, and only the divinity that is gradually dissipating is running on its own. "

"The birth of the Holy Light is rooted in'protection' and'dedication'. This is also the most significant'inclination' of the God of Holy Light. Therefore, when an almost unstoppable disaster is about to come, it must be the Holy Light. God will react first, and take action at all costs," Milmina said with thought, "I have been thinking these days that the big explosion of the Deep Blue Well saved more than half of the creatures in Loren Continent. But they also killed countless Gondor people—the cost of sacrifice was so high, perhaps for the God of Light, the impact of this sacrifice on him even exceeded the backlash of Deep Blue Well..."

"...It is not only the Deep Blue Well that destroys his'humanity' half, but also his'humanity' itself..." Amone muttered, "No matter what the truth is, no one will know all this."

"Yes, no one will know. Even the fall of the God of Light itself will not be gradually lifted until many years later-this is to prevent the world's gratitude and respect for the God of Light from re-forming thoughts and leading to re-creation. A new **** of light came out," Milmina shook her head. "After all, the truth of this incident is too special. It is related to the big explosion seven hundred years ago. It may be magnified to the point of being out of control. This is the right decision."

"No one knows the merits and demerits..." Amone lowered his head slightly, "but perhaps, at least we should remember that guy-even if he is a Han Han like the God of War."

Milmina cast her gaze: "Remembrance? How do you plan to commemorate?"

"Prepare a bunch of flowers for him under the golden oak tree, just like mourning among mortals," Amone said softly, and at the same time stood up and walked towards the flowerbed at the edge of the courtyard, "I remember there is a piece of... ?"

Amone stopped, making a somewhat confused voice.

He stared at the open space adjacent to the "boundary" at the edge of the courtyard. Outside the vitality coverage of the golden oak tree, a few clusters of invisible flowers were blooming quietly in the dark.

Milmina's voice came from behind: "What did you find?"

"There has been a'weed' that is out of my memory again," Amone said in a deep voice, "I am sure that this was not planted by me."

…

The canopy of the giant tree of Thorin, Xinghai Project Monitoring Center.

Bud Wendell, who was on duty, sat in his seat and listened carefully to the "sound" captured by Thorin's main antenna.

It's just that as of now, all he has recorded today is the antenna itself and the normal background noise in the atmospheric interference.

The "Noy" people no longer send call signals 24 hours a day, as they did before. After the last communication, they replaced the non-stop broadcast with the one every thirty hours or so. The brief information pulses like announcing safety are like some kind of brief routine greetings, and there is still some time before such routine greetings arrive.

That distant alien civilization seems to have carefully remembered the reminder of "Free Mai Shun" sent by the Loren Union in the initial communication, and used this to regulate their "etiquette" in interstellar communication. Now they are waiting. Loren once again established communication with them, and maintained his politeness and patience in the process.

To be honest, Bud had a good impression of this alien race that he had never seen before.

At this moment, there was a sudden low-frequency buzzing in the monitor headphones, and an indicator light on the nearby device also flickered—the main antenna caught the familiar signal.

Bud subconsciously raised his head and glanced at the mechanical clock hanging on the opposite wall, and found that this signal appeared almost an hour earlier than the "routine greeting" this time around.

A trace of doubt flashed in his mind, but this did not affect his work at hand—no matter what news suddenly came from the Neuer, as a senior "listener" in the monitoring department, he must make sure that this information is recorded completely and properly. , And report important abstracts or major changes to superiors in a timely manner.

The recording device has begun to automatically store the original signals captured by the main antenna, and the automatic compilation system connected to the main brain has begun to convert those signals into images according to the mature process, and output them to the magic projection in front of Bard, and under Bard’s control , The printing device next to it also quickly creaked into operation, printing the processed images into paper files for later transfer and retention between departments.

Bud is doing these tasks proficiently. While listening to the constant humming of the earphones, he scanned the materials spit out by the printer next to him, turning a pen in his hand unconsciously, but gradually, his face He showed a somewhat surprised expression, and his hand movement stopped a little bit.

The signal captured by the main antenna is still continuing-this is not a short routine greeting, the Noyes suddenly sent a lot of information!