Of course, Amber's random thoughts were just random thoughts. After the half-elf finished the train running, Gao Wen looked at the shame of all things indifferently: "Tell me, what do you think about what you heard today?"

"What did you hear today?" Amber immediately stuck out his tongue, shrank his neck and muttered, "I just feel that what I hear today is deadly things... Anyone who changes the occasion and identity will be silenced immediately..."

Gao Wen continued to look at the half-elves with a smile until her expression became more and more awkward, and her appearance of pretending to be stupid could no longer be maintained until she had to whisper: "Actually, I have noticed that the identity of the 'outside wanderer' is not completely a fool..."

"I know you noticed it," Gao Wen's mouth curled up, "Of course you will notice it."

Amber looked at Gao Wen steadily, and after a few seconds, her expression relaxed. Her usual heartless appearance returned to her again. She smiled and looked proud: "Of course - I am the most well-informed person in the entire northern continent."

"If my intelligence minister can't piece together the truth from all aspects of intelligence, then the empire's intelligence system is obviously facing the biggest crisis," Gao Wen exhaled softly, as if something suddenly dropped in his heart. He felt a little relaxed and curious at the same time, "But... do you think Hetty and Rebecca are aware of this?"

Amber tilted her head, then raised her head and headed towards the distant sunset, allowing the light golden clouds to reflect in her amber eyes: "I guess... since the day you walked out of the grave, they have never cared about whether you are Gowen Cecil. And now, this question is even more meaningless."

Gao Wen looked at the half-elves with surprise. He knew that the other party had a very smart mind under his rough appearance, but he never thought that she had even thought about this level of question - Amber's answer seemed to remind him something, and he showed a thoughtful look and finally put all his thoughts on a smile.

Everything that Gowen Cecil is familiar with is gone. There are only a few people who have survived for seven hundred years. And for those who are active in this era, they only need to know Gowen today.

This question is really meaningless.

"Speaking of this, you didn't mention the God of Nature to that queen," Amber looked at Gao Wen's expression and suddenly reminded him, "Are you not going to say it? If the elves want to join the theocratic Council, then this matter will sooner or later come to the stage - at least for the divine power such as the Silver Queen and the dual leaders of the monarchy, she will sooner or later come into contact with the core part of the plan of disobedience, and sooner or later know the existence of Amoen."

"Yes, sooner or later, but now is not the time," Gao Wen nodded, "at least before the elves officially join our plan, and before confirming that Belsetia can merge and control all the upper wills of the Elf Empire, this matter cannot be taken out. The elves are different from us. Their ruling system has been running for tens of thousands of years, and their royal court has long developed into a behemoth that outsiders cannot fully understand. Even the powerful Silver Queen may not be able to control all this."

Speaking of this, he paused and said in a quiet voice: "It's not that I don't believe in Belsetia, but this matter involves gods, and elves... They have tried many times to pull gods back to this world in the past three thousand years."

"Yes, if the existence of Amoen of Julu was spread to the ordinary people of the Silver Empire, there might be some big trouble," Amber thought for a while and sighed in agreement. "When they can't find the clue, they can create several 'demonic forms of gods' in succession. Now if there are clues, I'm afraid that you will not be able to create a 'ancestral god' for you within a year. There may even be old guys who still survive in the world who use their prestige to force the royal family to welcome the true god back... The Silver Queen may not be able to withstand this."

"This is what I worry about," Gao Wen nodded, "After all, Belsetia said that five centuries ago she had wiped out a secret sect group trying to summon gods - the long five centuries for humans, and for elves, it was just 'just five hundred years'."

Amber opened her mouth, trying to say something, but suddenly closed her mouth again - she looked at a corner of the street, where the high-level messenger Sonia was walking towards this side.

"It seems that you have finished talking to our Majesty," Sonya came to Gao Wen and said with a slight bow. Of course, she cared about the conversation between the other party and the Silver Queen in the past half day, but she did not show any curiosity or inquiries about it. "Do I need to take you to continue to visit the rest of the town next?"

"No need, just go to Rebecca's place - she needs someone to watch more than me," Gowen said, looking in a certain direction in the town. "As for me... I have to meet other friends. Don't worry, Saldrin is also among the guards, and he is also a good guide here."

Sonia looked at Gao Wen and Amber on the side, without any doubt on her face, but just took a step back: "Since that's the case, I'll leave first."

The figure of the high-level messenger gradually drifted away, and the servants and guards who were waiting nearby had also received a signal from Amber. Two magic cars came to Gaowen lightly and nimblely. After one of the car doors opened, Saldrin came out of the passenger seat and looked at Gaowen with a smile: "Is the negotiation with Her Majesty the Queen still going well?"

"It's different from what I expected, but it's as smooth as I expected," Gao Wen nodded with a smile, and asked casually, "Tifengren should have arrived, right?"

"Yes, the delegation's resident just now sent a message that a Tifen envoy brought the Royal Seal of Augustus to visit - Rosetta Augustus invited you to meet in the Conference Room 7 of the Emerald Hall."

"Well, this was something we communicated in advance," Gao Wen had expected this, and he turned his head to look at Amber, "Get on the bus, we may not be able to rest in the past few days."

...

Driven by magic, the breeze blows through the flowers and plants of the south, bringing a comfortable and pleasant fragrance. The indifferent glory at dusk spreads into the courtyard obliquely, sweeping from the gap in the distance into the bushes beside the trail, leaving a track that seems to be cast in light. Flying insects pass by the track, and a little bit of light seems to be falling under the flash of the figure.

All of this makes the small garden appear quieter than ever.

The tea on the table cooled down again, but Belsetia did not ask the maid to change to new tea. She just stirred the liquid that showed golden red in the sun with a teaspoon and asked casually: "Which direction did they go?"

"The direction of the Emerald Hall," said the senior maid Elaine bent over, "In addition, the Tifeng people's car was parked in the open space behind the Emerald Hall - they should have planned to hold a closed-door negotiation before the formal meeting."

"Is that right..." Belsetia seemed a little careless, "I don't know what they were going to talk about."

"Do you need to inquire?" another high-level maid bent down and asked cautiously.

"No," Belsetia said without hesitation, "we don't need such small actions. It's no benefit, it just increases risks. No matter what consensus Cecil and Tifon will reach in this negotiation, the results will eventually appear in the near future."

"Yes, your Majesty."

The garden was quiet again, and the black tea in the cup returned to its calmness in the slow rotation. Belsetia seemed to enjoy the rare leisure and tranquility. It was not until a few minutes later that she suddenly broke the silence: "Elaine, about Uncle Gaowen...what do you feel after seeing him again?"

The high-level maid named Elaine thought for a while and lowered her head and replied, "Everything is like in my memory. I am very happy to see that he is very healthy now. Your Majesty, have you noticed something wrong?"

Belsetia raised her eyelids, but before she spoke, a sound of footsteps suddenly came from the direction of the entrance of the garden. A servant appeared at the end of the path, holding an exquisite wooden box in his hand. After obtaining permission, the servant came to Belsetia and placed the wooden box on the white round table: "Your Majesty, the Messenger Cecil just sent a gift, which was given to you by His Majesty Gowen Cecil."

Elaine stepped forward and opened the wooden box. However, it was not a precious treasure inside, but just a box of various snacks.

Belsetia looked quietly at the colorful pastries in the box, and a smile finally appeared in her quiet expression. She sighed softly, as if she was talking to herself: "There is nothing wrong, Elaine."

...

When more and more envoys from various countries gathered in the elf outposts on the border of the wasteland, the focus of the entire mortal world was on the northeast of the magnificent wall, far away in the imperial capital at the foot of the dark mountains, the Palace of Cecil seemed much deserted than before.

The master of the empire and the most noisy princess in the palace left, and the Grand Consul Hetty spent half of his time busy in the government affairs hall. During the days when the master left, no visitors would come here to visit—the huge house suddenly lost 70% to 80% of the movement, which made every corridor and room here seem to have less vitality.

But Betty doesn't hate such quiet days - of course, she doesn't resist the lively past.

The heels hit the marble floor and made a series of crisp sounds. Betty walked briskly through the wide corridors. As servants and maids passed by her, they would stop and respectfully pay respect to the head maid. Betty always responded politely to everyone, and most of the time, she could also call out the names of these people.

Her mind has improved a lot over the years.

As the servants and maids left, Betty could hear their whispers, some of which occasionally drifted into his ears - most of them were talking about His Majesty's outing, or the news in the newspaper, and the meeting thousands of miles away. They obviously stayed in this big house most of the time, but when they talked, they seemed to be with His Majesty in the negotiation field in person.

Betty couldn't keep up with their ideas, but seeing that everyone was so energetic, she still felt better and better.

After completing the daily routine inspection, the "head maid trusted by the emperor" breathed a sigh of relief. She raised her head and saw that she had walked to the end of a corridor. A door inlaid with brass runes stood in front of her, and two fully armed royal guards were standing dutifully.

She walked towards the door, and the two guards lowered their heads and greeted her with a smile: "Good evening Miss Betty."

"Good evening," Betty responded politely, leaning out to look at the door, "Nothing is happening inside, right?"

A guard immediately stood up straight: "No, everything is normal."

"Well, I'm going to go in and check it out."

"Of course," the guard immediately moved out of the way, and opened the door at the same time, "please come in."

Betty nodded, thanked her, and walked over the guards and walked into the heavy door with brass runes inlaid-

Behind the door is a spacious and bright room with almost no furnishings, but countless neat rune substrates are laid on the ground and the surrounding walls. The runes emit a slight light, so that the whole room seems to be a halo of mist floating. The roof of the room can also see independent ventilation channels, and clean and constant temperature airflow blows out, allowing the whole room to maintain a very comfortable and warm temperature.

The thick door was closed behind him, and Betty raised his eyes to look at the center of the room: there was a special platform with grooves, and a sphere two meters tall with a faint golden light on the surface was standing quietly on the platform.

This is the "guest" that His Majesty specifically told him to take care of.

Betty calmed down and circled the huge "egg" twice to confirm that it was still intact. Then she checked the words and symbols on a nearby holographic projection to make sure that the constant temperature and charging devices in the room were operating normally - she actually didn't know how these complex and advanced equipment should be run, but she had completed all the courses in the General Academy, and even a small number of advanced courses in the Imperial Academy. It was more than enough for her to understand the parameter reports in the holographic projection.

After completing all these regular inspection items, the maid exhaled, and then she returned to the dome, and at some point had a white soft cloth added to her hand. She sighed at some point on the dome and began to carefully wipe its eggshell with the soft cloth.

The "squeaking" sound made by the fabric rubbing on the surface of the smooth eggshell echoed in the room.

Soon, the dome was wiped more and more shiny by Betty, and even a vague appearance could be seen on the surface.

The maid was obviously very satisfied with her work results. She took a step back, carefully observed her masterpiece, and nodded with a smile, but then she frowned slightly, as if she had seriously thought about the problem.

I heard that this is an "egg", but it seems to be more than just an egg. His Highness Rebecca said that this is an important guest, and His Majesty also specifically explained that this "egg" needs good care... Since this is a guest, isn't it better to say hello?

Betty thought carefully and finally made a decision. She sorted out the skirt and wrinkles of the maid's suit, and then bent down at the giant dome very seriously: "Hello, my name is Betty."

"Hello, my name is Eunya."
Chapter completed!