The life of the nobility is always accompanied by the feast and socialization of the night. Carnival is their greatest virtue. The dance in the castle continues until dawn, and the guests in the castle gradually dissipate - some people stay in the castle. Overnight, another group of people separated in a castle with a warm-blooded carriage at sunrise, and the night-time place finally calmed down.

The mistress of the castle and the noblest guest in the castle disappeared for a long time in the middle of the dance. This event brought endless space for the aristocrats who attended the party, but only the most shallow people would speculate on a widow’s love affairs. For those southern aristocrats who are keenly savvy and always look at Cecil's collar with conspiracy, they are more willing to guess what secret transaction the Southern Dagong has reached with the female lord of Gülen.

There must be a secret transaction, there is no doubt that there is no simple friendship between the nobility gatherings, especially a duke to meet with a viscount, there is no transaction behind who does not believe, but the specific transaction content may not be so easy to inquire It is.

However, the guests attending the banquet have probably guessed a lot. They know that Gülen is not rich in mine resources, but the farmland is still rich, and there are a lot of fur and wood output, so they think that the girl of Gülen The deal of the Duke of Cecil is most likely to revolve around these outputs - considering the cheap alchemy pharmacy that Cecil leads, perhaps Gülen will use his fur and wood in exchange for the Druid potion of the improved land...

This is the result of most of the guests after reasoning.

Anyway, no matter what transaction between the Princess of Glan and the Duke of Cecil, it will not affect the pattern of the South. The relationship between the nobles has always been the same - the interests are complicated, they peep at each other but depend on each other, how many in the Black Forest The roots are entangled together. In the civilized society, there are many land aristocrats who are in private trade and marriage at the same time as the war. The Princess of Glan and the Duke of Cecil have signed a trade agreement and there is nothing. Who is not buying in the South? What is the potion of Sylvia? This does not affect them at the same time to buy the magic net technology stolen by Earl of Hosman...

Gao Wen stood on an open terrace outside the side door of the banquet hall. The cold night wind blew from the north and flew back to the sides several centimeters in front of him. He looked down at the mountain road below the castle and looked at it. A carriage that hangs the magic spar leaves in the rising sun. In this cold winter, the nobles can still travel between the various territories regardless of cost and go to one party after another, but Those poor people even left the house to go to the mountains to pick up firewood and could be frozen to death on the mountain road.

After a moment, he turned his head slightly: "Amber."

The sound of amber came from behind him: "Well."

"You... amount, when did you come to me?" Gao Wen was preparing to tell the matter, suddenly stunned and turned to find that the amber who was standing behind his side did not know when he was standing behind him.

"The wind is behind you," said Miss Half Elf, who was justified. "You are holding the aura of the body and it is blocking the cold wind. I stand next to you and sigh!"

Gao Wen: "...cough. You go back and bring Carmel and Pitman to the fastest speed."

Amber stunned: "Calling Carmel is checking Patti's magic device? What is Pitman doing? Are you going to let him treat Patti?"

“Yes,” Gao Wen nodded. “Druid is better at restoring damaged flesh and blood and replenishing vitality than simply stimulating vitality. His treatment should be effective for Patty.”

"What about the old man?" Amber’s voice didn’t sound at all. "Grandmao has already looked for a variety of super-healers, and certainly has found people like druids, maybe high-end People have asked - the old man is just a low-level druid, the master can not cure the injury, can he use it?"

"Call on the line," Gao Wen smiled. "Maybe it works?"

Amber scratched his hair, and the figure gradually disappeared in the air. Only the voice came: "Do it, you are the boss anyway..."

Gao Wen turned around and looked at the empty terrace. He didn't scream and waited there. After a while, he saw the figure of amber jumping out from the side. The half-elf stood in front of him. The high hand: "Give me money, toll!"

Gao Wen’s expression was slightly smiled, and he reached out and slowly touched the money from his arms. Then he took a moment to relax his vigilance. He immediately pulled his hand and knocked on the other’s head: “You dare to ask for money. The book that I just received a few days ago, I saw it in the morning or the gold, and it was gold-plated in the afternoon! You dare to ask for money!"

Then the amber turned into a black light and went southwest...

Gao Wen finally looked at the huge day that was gradually rising after Amber really left. He took a deep breath of fresh air from the north, let his mind revive, and then turned and walked inside the castle.

Although there were not many rests last night, as a super professional, his spirit is still very abundant.

He decided to go see Patty, say good morning to the little girl, and tell her about the story of Charlie and the three golden crowns that were not finished yesterday.

At the same time, in a secret underground palace located in the territory of the Tifeng empire, a crystal stone suddenly appeared in a stone hall.

The bright brilliance driven by magical power illuminates this dark place, allowing the circular platform in the hall, the neat seats around the platform, the artificial neural network behind the seats to shine in the light, and one by one wearing black or white The figure of the robes is like a nightmare that emerges from the darkness, standing quietly in front of those seats.

They are high-level nightmare bishops of the eternal sect.

A group of starry, purple-black shadows floated over the round table in the center of the hall. The sound of the shadows sounded in the minds of every bishop: "The people have arrived, let's get started."

The bishops were seated, and one of the bishops looked around and looked at the platform in front of them. He chuckled and broke the silence: "After the gorgeous hall in the city of dreams, I feel the shame of the real world assembly." ""

The shadow floating above the platform sounded in the minds of the bishops: "There is always something that dreams can't do, so the real world assembly has the need to keep it."

“His Majesty, we have made a key development in the 'No. 0 Project',” said a white robe with a female voice. “In the sandbox No. 166, the 'refuge' has been implemented longer. Time is stable and runs successfully to the first millennium."

“This is the sandbox with the longest internal maintenance time,” said a black robe bishop across the round table. “And we have achieved spiritual maintenance for the residents of the shelter, one hundred testers in the sandbox No. 166. There was no mental breakdown in a thousand years, until the sandbox collapsed, they could still answer our questions clearly – of course, in order to prevent pollution, after the dissolution of the sandbox No. 166, we still The tester performed a memory clearing."

“Very good,” the shadow above the platform gave a thumbs up sound, and the starlight on the surface seemed to surge. “What is the number of time iterations?”

“The 'millenium' of the No. 166 sandbox took 26 days in the real world,” a female bishop in black robes. “There is currently a bottleneck in time iteration, too high iteration level. The number needs to consume a huge amount of computational power, and the deeper the acceleration is, the more difficult it is to ensure the stability of the sandbox. The previous sandbox 132 successfully entered the most advanced iteration state and ran to 378 years in one day. But the information inside the sandbox was only chaotic and crazy, and all the testers turned into nightmare derivatives after leaving the network..."

"We need to strike a balance between time iterations and stability," the shadow above the platform, the Pope's Pope quietly spoke. "Don't be anxious, humans have hope before the world is swallowed up - we There are still many talented people in the compatriots waiting to be discovered, we are not alone."

Talented people - the first time the bishops of the scene thought of it, the "nightmare master" level sleepers who suddenly emerged and showed extraordinary talent in the brand new thing of the soul network.

"The emergence of the Mind Network is greatly advancing our plan. Some people who are obscured may reveal their unique talents in front of this new thing." The voice of the Pope's wisdom is echoing in the minds of the bishops. "The database concept has been It has been proven to have an extraordinary role in managing sandbox systems, and according to my preview, network architecture optimization will further improve the efficiency of the mind network - you should pay more attention to such talents, and don't let them be buried."

The bishops got up and respectfully bowed: "Yes, your Majesty, follow your will."

......

In the northern part of Ansu, among the snow-covered mountains, the northern female grandfather Victoria Verde stood in the study room with a huge map of the North, quietly watching the entire Ansu area depicted on the map.

The window of the study was locked, and the whistling north snow was blocked out of the window, but at the side of the female duke, the looming snow still emerged from time to time, as if she was the embodiment of the winter.

The door of the study was pushed open at the moment, black-haired and dark-eyed, the ordinary maid Maggie entered the study, holding a wax-sealed sleeve in her hand, with the pale gold emblem of the Moen royal family printed on the tube.

"Vivi, a secret letter from St. Sunil."

The Duke turned and looked at the maid, who was actually a friend and a consultant's brunette woman: "Is the white ribbon on the neck of the lion's neck or gold?"

"Gold."

"So it seems that this is the will of the 'King of the King'." The duchess said faintly, she waved her hand, the wax-sealed sleeve automatically opened, and the secret letter inside flew out and fell on her hand. on.

Victoria launched a secret letter, carefully reading every word on it, and then showed a faint smile.

"The magic communication tower on the border between Ansu and Tifeng has been restarted."

(You, say things, have to go to Shenzhen to participate in the science fiction conference in two days, and go out for a few days, this time the update will be affected... but every morning update should still be maintained.)