Within two days after arriving in Tallond, Kassandra knew as much as possible about this mysterious country that had just experienced a devastating war. During the long years of millions of years, this ancient kingdom closed its doors. Surrounded by endless ice oceans and covered by continental shields, Tallond was covered with veils like a mysterious alien world. Even the same ancient sirens had never seen the true face of this land. As a deep-sea witch who was in charge of knowledge, Kassandra was of course curious about everything about this continent.

Unfortunately, the glorious scene of this land in the past has disappeared in history. The miracles built in millions of years have been destroyed within a few days. Now only the devastated land and the ruins of the city spread all over the mainland. Cassandra can only restore and guess what this place once looked like from the survivors, from the wreckage of the collapsed facilities, and from the rare and vague image materials that have been preserved by luck.

On the other hand, Melita has also been asking the Siren and Nagas about the recent changes in the human world during this period. After losing the Omega system, the advanced communication system that Tallond once proud of has been shut down, and Melita has not heard of news from the Loren continent for a long time.

At the same time, the news that "an exploration team from the human Cecil Empire unexpectedly came to Tallond" was soon sent from the coast camp to the Argondore Camp, which is currently the temporary "capital" of the dragon clan. It was not until this time that the dragon clans learned about the situation in the human world for the first time and the "international conference" to be held on the northeastern border of the Gondor wasteland.

——The Dragon Blood Grand Duke Balogel had just returned to the Holy Dragon Principality at this moment, and had not had time to send news from the Loren continent back to Tarlond.

On the third day after Kassandra set foot on the land of Tallond, a small special team came to the camp on the Broken Coast, led by Hragore himself.

In the Broken Coast Camp, in the house where Melita and Noreta live, the magic crystal lamp emits a constant brilliance, illuminating this temporary residence made of recycled materials and boulders. The sea breeze outside the house whistled, rolling up gravel and slapped on the walls made of alloy plates, but the cold wind was finally blocked outside this small shelter - the room maintained warmth so that Cassandra would not have to worry about her tail freezing in the wind.

She looked at the middle-aged man sitting in front of her with curiosity - it is said that this is the supreme ruler of the Dragon Clan today. He still has a pair of golden vertical pupils under human form, showing obvious dragon clan characteristics. His face is a bit serious, his eye sockets are deep and his nose is high and straight. Judging from the aesthetic standards of human form, he can be called heroic, but the deep-sea witch who has lived for millions of years saw a trace of fatigue from deep in those eyes. It is obvious that the leader is under tremendous pressure.

But there was another endless fighting spirit emanating from the leader of the dragon clan. This fighting spirit completely overshadowed the fatigue brought by the pressure - this fighting spirit is reflected in the appearance, which is Hragore's gaze and a calm and powerful voice: "Dear lady, I'm sorry for letting you wait here for three days - I should have been here as soon as possible, but our base camp is too busy, and it's not easy for me to get out."

"I can understand that people's survival is preferred in this situation," Cassandra's attitude became equally serious. Although the Siren was lively by nature, as a deep-sea witch who had lived for a long time, she still knew what occasion to be serious. "My subordinates and I were well cared for by the two ladies Melita and Noreta, and the days of waiting were still fulfilling."

"That's good," Hragor nodded, looking into Cassandra's eyes, "Then I'll get to the point-I've heard the news you brought, it is said...the mortal races in the continent of Loren are trying to build a huge alliance across races and countries?"

"Yes, it was first proposed by Emperor Gowen Cecil. The Tifeng Empire and the Cecil Empire were the main initiators of this alliance," Cassandra nodded, "but the information I provided is for reference only - I am leading only a team of exploration. At most, I can represent Beigang, and I cannot act as an ambassador, nor can I represent the official voice of Cecil."

"I understand," Hragor said immediately, and then he thought for a moment, "so... does this alliance restrict the participants from the Loren continent have to be the power of the continent?"

"This... As far as I know, there seems to be no such restriction. It would be better to say that Emperor Gaowen didn't think that there would be outside the Loren continent at the beginning..." Kassandra said subconsciously, and as soon as she was speaking, he suddenly realized, "Wait, what you mean is that the dragon tribes in Tallond also have the intention..."

"I need to know more about this alliance," Hragore nodded, "but before that, I personally am really interested in this alliance."

Cassandra's eyes widened, and at this moment, she realized that this unexpected trek might have a more unexpected gain.

...

On a clearing in the camp, Melita Pernia met the Red Dragon Caladol who came here with the leader.

Behind Calador, several powerful high-level dragons were vigilantly protecting something in the center of the open space. It was a thing wrapped in layers of heavy fabrics and solid boxes. There was no sign on the surface and no breath could be felt inside. Obviously, in addition to ordinary protection, this thing was also protected by breath covering and other protections. This thing was suddenly placed on the open space, which looked extremely eye-catching, so that Melita subconsciously looked over there several times before turning her eyes back to Calador.

"I heard you were looking for me," she looked at the red dragon in front of her with curiosity on her face, "What's wrong?"

"There is a task that the leader hopes to hand it over to you," said Calador, in the human form, with a serious face, "This task may require you to leave Tallond for the time being."

"Leaving Tallond? At this time?" Melita was shocked, "but I'm busy..."

"I know the fishing grounds on the Broken Coast are very important, but what you have to do is more important than here," Caladol shook his head without waiting for Melita to finish. "Don't worry, Noreta has the ability to handle everything here, and Agondore will also send some dragons to maintain the operation of this camp. You don't have to worry about it."

Melita saw the other party's seriousness and immediately nodded: "Okay, I understand - what did the leader ask me to do?"

"You are the dragon who knows the human world best now, and the only dragon who has a personal relationship with the legendary pioneer of the Cecil Empire - we need you to go to Cecil now as the Dragon Clan ambassador," Calador said solemnly, then turned his body slightly and signaled the thing behind him that was strictly protected by the dragons. "In addition, your other task is to hand this thing over to the hands of Gauvin Cecil."

Melita listened in surprise, and at this time her eyes fell on the mysterious thing covered with heavy fabric, which was obviously a big box inside, and couldn't help but ask, "I just wanted to ask...what is this?"

At this moment, Caladol felt a slight pain in his head - it was not easy to explain the ins and outs of the things in the box, not to say how complicated the truth was, but this fact was incredible to a certain extent, but he knew that he must have explained it. After all, Melita would sooner or later know what she was giving, and she also had enough authority to know what it was.

"...First of all, that's a dragon egg," Caladol said slowly, "and then—you've found something to help you securely—this dragon egg was left by the gods."

"Hey...ahha?!!"

"Look, I said I've asked you to help you stabilize?"

...

With the arrival of the moon of recovery, the first warm current melted the snow on the plain, and the extension of the light time also dispelled the fog that had been entrenched for a long time. Aldernan, who had been desolate in the thick fog for a whole winter, finally gradually recovered and ushered in the warm spring.

On both sides of the ancient Empire Avenue, citizens who were still wearing winter clothes and had just changed into spring clothes walked onto the streets. The huge sun was hanging high above the city, and the warm glow shone on the roofs beside them and the crystal glass of the windows. People were talking in front of their house doors or by the windows of shops, talking about the past winter, talking about the ending war, or talking about the upcoming meeting.

The black magic car with the aristocratic emblem was hanging over the wide and flat road of Empire Avenue and was driving forward smoothly. Grand Duke Peidinan Wendell sat in the magic car, his eyes swept through the scenery on the street as the vehicle moved forward.

The business representatives of the company who rode two-wheelers appeared on the street again, and the crisp ringtones sprinkled across the streets. As the wheels flew, they hurriedly turned into the depths of the streets. Children who didn't know how to be sad were playing in the corners of the streets, waving old leaflets and colorful cloth strips they picked up from somewhere. The words and sentences about the church and the noble council could still be seen on the leaflets. The men who went out to buy food walked by the roadside, wearing thick coats, and were in a hurry.

The magic car drove through a section of the road and entered the next intersection, and the sound of the car flute echoed on the street.

A house next to the road was closed with doors and windows, and the white chrysanthemums hung on both sides of the gate, shaking slightly in the wind. An old woman in black sat dumbly on the steps in front of the door, wearing a black blanket with the Imperial Knights emblem, holding a letter from somewhere in her hand.

A knight officer in a military coat was paced in the sun. When the magic car passed by, he looked up and stopped after identifying the emblem on the car, and turned around and watched the vehicle pass by silently. A hideous scar extends from his forehead to the bottom of his neck. At the end of the scar is the collar with a medal hanging on it.

When the car approached the Obsidian Palace, the radio sounded in the city, and a few short noises followed by light music - the melody that the musicians used palace music as the prototype and specially adapted them into popularization.

Starting a month ago, this melody will ring every day. Under this melody, some people's wounds are gradually healing, some people's fate is frozen in the dark, all the surging tides and open guns and arrows are happening, and they are all heading towards the end. When the melody of the next day sounds, the sun will still rise and shine on the head of this dense fog capital until the fog dissipates, and those who survive continue to face this world that is neither beautiful nor ugly.

The arrow-tailed swallows who built nests in the walls of the Obsidian Palace could not understand the joys and sorrows of the world. They were just shocked by the sudden sound of radio, rushed into the sky with a series of flapping wings, and flew over the magic car in a mess.

"Your Majesty," said a servant, who walked into Rosetta Augustus' study and bowed, "Grand Duke Pedinan has entered the atrium."

"Let him come here directly." Rosetta nodded.

After the attendant stepped down, Matilda, who was sitting at the desk to help handle government affairs, looked at her father: "Do you need me to leave?"

"No," Rosetta glanced at Matilda, "just stay here."

Matilda nodded, and after a moment later, Grand Duke Peidinan Wendell, who was still full of momentum, came to the study.

"Your Majesty, and His Highness," the old duke bowed his head and greeted, "Ri'an."

"Tell me about the situation in the city," Rosetta said casually. Compared to the time when he was cursed, his negative temperament had obviously dissipated a lot. Although he was far from being a gentle person, the ruler of Tifeng obviously no longer had that kind of depressing sinister aura. "What did you see along the way?"

"Aldnan is slowly recovering - the same is true for the empire," Peidinan sat down opposite the desk. "The situation has stabilized, the voices of questioning have disappeared, and the swaying people are now in the right position. The forces we use to maintain order have weakened a lot, but the forces that destroy order have weakened even more. But... Parliament Street and several upper blocks are much more deserted now."

"In time, there will be lively again," Rosetta said lightly. "We just need to continue to maintain stability, gradually restore production, and further stabilize material supply and prices in other regions. After this dangerous time, everything will continue to improve."

Then he paused and asked again, "What's the situation in the Church of God of War?"

"The church itself is easier to deal with than expected - as the power of the God of War faded, the remaining priests and the Knights of the Holy See have all lost their power. Even though some of them still maintained their original faith, they finally obeyed the royal arrangements. Now the Reform Commission has entered the Great Hall and began to count the assets and remaining personnel of the God of War church. By the way, the numbers on those books are really... amazing.

"What is more troublesome is the people. After all, the belief in the God of War has lasted for a long time in our country, and its influence has penetrated into all aspects of society. Although ordinary people do not have extremely high piety and organizational capabilities like priests, those large number of ordinary believers are still an unstable factor."

"That's why we need the Reform Commission to make this transition," Rosetta said. "The Cecilians are very useful. They know how to guide public opinion without intensifying the situation and make society subtle changes - they turn the largest church of Holy Light into an academic facility and turn the doctrine of Holy Light into a civilized convention. Although these experiences may not necessarily be used 100% in Tifeng, at least it shows us a way."

Pei Dinnan lowered his head: "It's true as you said."
Chapter completed!