The stars flashed in the clear and cloudless winter night sky. The starry sky from the distant space shone through the wide floor-to-ceiling glass windows in Gao Wen's room. The slightly silver-glowed starry sky swept through the furnishings in the room, leaving a long projection on the floor. Gao Wen wore his pajamas and came to the floor-to-ceiling window, raised his head and stared at the night sky for a long time.

He woke up completely and finally confirmed that he was not dreaming just now - the cold night made him wake up more and more. At the same time, he recalled the video data sent to him by the satellite just now.

In the surveillance screen, he saw several vague shadows. One was closest to it, and it looked like some kind of aircraft. It seemed to be passing through the satellite at high speed. I wonder if it was an illusion, but Gao Wen always felt that the thing looked like a "sneaky"; the other shadows were a little farther away, and several of them looked triangular, while the last one was particularly huge. Its outline... made Gao Wen couldn't help but have many associations.

"What the hell is it..."

Gao Wen mumbled subconsciously, and at the same time he focused his energy again to communicate with the surveillance satellite located in space.

The connection was very smooth. With the concentration of mental power, Gao Wen quickly felt that his vision had entered the satellite altitude. He "opened his eyes" and controlled the optical sensors of the surveillance satellite to search everywhere, trying to find the figures of those uninvited guests. However, in the limited perspective of the surveillance satellite, he finally found nothing.

Those things may have left - it cannot be an illusion anyway. After all, the image data is present, and it is impossible for satellite surveillance to produce "illusion".

After thinking a little, Gao Wen switched to the direction of the mental connection. With a slight dizziness, he came to a system with a higher position and a wider viewing angle - he entered the surveillance system of Cangqiong Station.

The view of the Cangqiong Station and the surveillance satellite is slightly different and has higher controllability. Gao Wen hopes that this thing has recorded more content, but he doesn't expect it too much.

Fortunately, this was not without gains - while visiting a recent record at Cangkong Station, a huge shadow suddenly appeared in the image in front of him.

Gao Wen immediately stopped the picture and then retreated it frame by frame. After a slightly difficult operation, he finally captured a clearer silhouette. When he saw the shape of the giant shadow clearly, he finally confirmed that the association he had created when he saw the blurry picture from the satellite was correct.

That thing... looks like an extremely weird dragon, made of machinery, covered with a precision and biometric alloy shell, and an engine group is mounted under its wings.

Even Gao Wen, who is quite arrogant and has a good imagination, has never imagined something similar.

After confirming the surveillance records, Gao Wen withdrew from the connection with the space facilities. He stood in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling window, his thoughts fluctuated.

Something appeared in space... The impact on him was no less than that of the God-killing War Report recorded in the Eternal Stone Slab. Since the coffin was uncovered, he rarely had this kind of nervousness, or even a little at a loss. After confirming that one of the things looked like a kind of "mechanical dragon", he was nervous and had many more messy thoughts. He thought of Tallond who suddenly lost contact, Melita Pernia, who was inexplicably in the unknown, and Long Shen Enya who seemed a little wrong before leaving. In his random thoughts, he had countless speculations and thoughts...

No matter what happened in Tallongde, no matter what happened in space, at least in Cecil tonight...Gaven had very rare insomnia.

...

When the first ray of light in the morning shines on the lush ancestors' woodlands, the glorious and ancient elf empire gradually awakens from the night.

The Elf King City, located deep in the forest, is bathed in the morning light. This beautiful city with a large number of white walls and streamlined roofs is like a dazzling gem embedded in the dense forest. Its houses are lined up one after another, and there are tall and slender high-intensity bridges between the city. A shimmering river passes through the city. In the middle of the river, in the center of the city, the pure white Elf King Court is supported in the air by one hundred and seventy-seven curved skeletons that look like ribs, hanging on the river, overlooking the entire city.

On a bridge at the highest point of the Elf Royal Court, Belsetia Morning Star was slowly walking through the royal trail inlaid with long and thin crystals, with her high-level maid and trusted courtiers following her.

A breeze blew from the direction of the forest, and a low buzzing sound came from the sky. Belsetia raised her head and saw a huge shadow slowly floating in the sky on the west side - the Temple of Stars was flying over the royal city in a low-speed cruise mode. From this angle, she could see the bottom of the ancient temple. She saw that the armor belt made of high-intensity alloys were lined with anti-gravity engines. Some of them had been extinguished, while others were releasing a constant light blue or pale white halo. Magical flows wandered through the base of the Temple of Stars, as if blood flowed in the arteries.

"Is the routine maintenance of the Temple of Stars over..." The Silver Queen murmured to herself, "It's been a long time this time... winter is almost over."

The advanced astrologist Verania Silver Star, who was following behind, immediately responded: "Yes, because this time we tried to use the magic net power device and arcane bundle device shared by the Cecils to enhance the core power of the Star Temple. This involves dismantling and renovating the deep power compartment of the temple - the project was larger than in previous years and took longer."

"A bold transformation, with many opponents, but fortunately everything went well in the end," Belsetia nodded, "now those voices of opposition have finally disappeared."

"Actually, I can understand those who oppose opening the deep power cabin," said the senior astrologist with some emotion. "They are experienced scholars like me, but they are more cautious - they actually recognize the magic technology developed by humans, but there is a great risk of rashly transforming the core structure of the Star Temple. They are just worried that the risks will be out of control."

"Don't worry, I won't blame those people. Their intention is to protect the wealth of the empire," Belsetia smiled, her eyes slowly moving as the temple of stars that had passed over the city. "I have had to sit on the 'District' for almost half of the past two years. The roar of ancient machinery made me sleepless all night. Now I know that their pain can be alleviated. This fact is worthy of joy - Star Master, are those transformations really effective?"

“It’s not enough to restore the star temple to its glory, but it does contain the decay of the core power system. As you can see, the extra energy unit relieves the pressure on almost all systems, especially giving a breather to a portion of the seriously aging anti-gravity engines – which means we have a chance to do a more thorough repair,” Vilania smiled, the respected star wise man was obviously in a good mood. “I can’t guarantee that it will be repaired right now, but it’s a good start.”

"So it's wise for us to engage in technical cooperation with Cecil - humans are more creative than us, and they have indeed found a path that no one has ever taken before," Belsetia said, stopping, "Then, it's time for us to respond to another invitation they sent a few days ago."

The Imperial Chief Minister Varundian Kingu, who stood behind Belsetia's side, whispered: "Are you asking to witness the peace agreement between Cecil and Tifung at the Sentinel No. 112 in the northeast...?"

"And the invitation to join the 'Civil Community Alliance'," the Silver Queen glanced at her chief minister, "this is the more important thing."

"...The parliamentary discussion was held, and there are still some different voices," the Prime Minister pondered the vocabulary, "mainly lies in whether this unprecedented 'union' of all races and countries is stable and reliable, whether the things promised by Gauvin Cecil are feasible, and whether our interests and risks we need to bear after joining this alliance, and whether the responsibilities are equal. Especially in the last article, the members discussed it very much..."

"Arrogance." Belsetia said lightly.

The Chief Minister was a little surprised: "...Your Majesty?"

"Just arrogance," said Belsetia. "For seven hundred years, the Silver Empire has become the most powerful country on this continent. We have assumed the role of the Gondor Empire in the past and dominated many things - this has begun to be imprinted in the minds of many people, so that it is difficult for them to accept that the dominance of one thing falls into the hands of others."

"...Your evaluation is pertinent, but it is too sharp," said the Prime Minister helplessly. "The starting point of most members is based on the interests of the empire."

"Of course, this is a prerequisite for their existence, and I still believe it quite," Belsetia nodded, "so I believe they will discuss the result soon, and I will not urge you at this point. But you... Valentian, I want to hear your opinion on this matter."

The Prime Minister thought for a moment, then raised his head: "I tend to accept the invitation from the Cecilians - not only accept it, but also actively approach this new alliance and show the influence and huge size of the Silver Empire in the process of its formation as much as possible to ensure our important seat in this new alliance in the future."

"Oh?" Belsetia glanced at Valentian with some surprise, "I didn't expect you to be so serious about this."

The Prime Minister was silent for a moment before organizing the language and said: "In the past two years, the Kaoling Kingdom has established a trade channel with the Tifeng Empire, and all trade areas have shown an incredible speed of development. On the other hand, we have also exchanged economic and technological aspects with the Tifeng people and the Cecil people at the same time. You can also see the feedback you received - all signs indicate that the order of the entire Loren continent is being reorganized, and the human kingdom that once fell apart is reestablishing close relations. And this time, even the dwarves, orcs and other tribes in the west and the dragon descendants in the north have been pulled into this new order...

"This new order has been formed, and its trend is irreversible, especially now that even Cecil and Tifon have chosen peaceful coexistence after the war, which shows that the final obstacle to the integration of the north and south of the Loren continent and the integration of the east and west has been eliminated. For the Silver Empire, we cannot destroy this trend without reason, nor can we be unaffected by it. Since the old tradition of being alone is necessary to make changes, we might as well join it - with the influence of the Empire, we can ensure our important seat in this new alliance, so as to continue to maintain the stable position of the Silver Empire in the southern part of the continent..."

Belsetia listened carefully to Valentian's thoughts - the other party actually didn't say it in depth. After all, this is just a trail outside the Elf Court, not the Royal Hall for the Silver Queen to handle government affairs. But even so, he explained the distribution of interests behind the whole matter well.

A smile finally appeared on the queen's face.

"Valentian," she nodded in praise, "you said it well."

"It's just some immature views," Valentian lowered his head, "In addition, there are actually many members in the parliament whose views are similar to mine."

"This shows that there are still many smart people in our parliament," Belsetia said with a smile, and then she changed her subject. "Anyway, no matter what the outcome of their discussion on this matter, there is one thing that is not a question--the peace agreement between Cecil and Tifon requires the elves to testify. We did similar testimony once seven hundred years ago, and this time there is no reason to refuse."

"Yes," Varundian said, "there has been a consensus on this."

"Then let's get ready from now on," Belsetia nodded. "I'm going to go to the 112 post in person to do this testimony."

After her words fell, the Verania Silver Star on the side immediately subconsciously showed a surprised expression. However, as the prime minister, Valentian, did not react much. It seemed that the minister who had followed the Silver Queen for many years, had expected that Belsetia would make such a decision from the beginning and had already made targeted plans. He just nodded: "I understand, I will arrange this matter."

"Very good," Belsetia showed a satisfied expression, and then she glanced at the sky at the end of the city - the brilliant sun had completely risen above the forest, and the corona covered with wood grain was gently shining on the royal city. "The walk time is over - you go to the chamber first, and I will arrive later."

The Chief Minister, the Senior Astrology Master and several other ministers immediately received the order. They took a step back and said neatly: "Yes, Your Majesty."

The subordinates left, and the only Queen of Silver and her two high-level maids were left on the trail hanging high in the sky.

"Let's go too," Belsetia said to the maid beside her, "Don't let the courtiers wait too long."

Two maids followed her footsteps, and after walking a short distance, one of the maids finally couldn't help but speak: "Your Majesty, are you really going to the north in person?"

Belsetia slowed down. She glanced at the maid who had been following her since childhood and was very close to her, and had a smile on her face: "Don't you expect to see Uncle Gaowen?"

"This...is not true, it's just a little bit surprising. The northern post is much further away than the one that was when the Holy Covenant was concluded seven hundred years ago."
Chapter completed!