A pleasant ringtone like a wind chime came from the nerve link, and Belsetia, who was sitting on the throne of the dominant throne, slowly opened her eyes.

There are not many people in the huge control hall at this moment. The Temple of Stars, which is cruising in low-power mode, is now slowly returning from the border area of ​​the Gaoling Kingdom. Between the beautiful support structures with light golden arcs at the edge of the hall, a faint light flow is slowly flowing. Between the low and soothing mechanical vibrations, you can occasionally hear the slight buzzing of a certain system.

And than the sounds that these human ears could hear, Belsetia could hear the deeper "echo" of the temple from the neural links directly connected to the fortress' core: the echo sounded low and gentle.

Since Master Vilania led the astrologyists to carry out some overhaul of the depths of the Temple of Stars and replaced the ancient systems that had completely failed with new energy arrays, this ancient aerospace fortress, which has experienced thousands of years of ups and downs, finally broke free from the countdown of continuous decay and collapse. The overwhelmed energy system has a chance to breathe a little, and the anti-gravity engine group that has been operating for many years has also improved after receiving auxiliary power. In Belsetia's memory, this is almost the lowest and comfortable low sound of the fortress she has heard from the neural links since she sat on the throne of the dominance.

But she knew that this relief was still temporary... The Temple of Stars is too old, and the problems it faces are far from being repaired by replacing some energy arrays and engines. Although magic technology is useful, it is by no means omnipotent.

The technicians delayed the time for this air fortress - and only delayed the time. One day, the elves still had to find a way to find a real long-term path.

But that's not something to consider now.

Belsetia gently rubbed her forehead, allowing the perception of "misplaced" due to the long-term connection to the temple system to recover a little bit. At the same time, she looked at the maid Elaine standing beside her: "It's almost time - let the unrelated people retreat."

"Yes, your majesty." Elaine, the personal maid, responded softly, then turned around and waved her hands to the attendants under the throne platform and the royal guards outside the inner ring. The personnel who received the order immediately saluted the throne, and then came out in sequence. In just a short moment, only the Silver Queen on the throne, the maid Elaine next to her, and a large number of fortress monitoring systems that were operating automatically.

"The master control is transferred to self-discipline mode and continue to cruise at low speed." Belsetia gave orders to the control system of the Temple of Stars in her mind, then bent her fingers and gently tapped the handrail of the throne. A nerve cable connected to the throne became bright, the lights in the control hall became darker, and windows everywhere were quietly closed and locked. The next second, the floor in front of the throne slid to both sides with a slight friction sound, and a communication device like a crystal altar rose from it.

The device is activated, and the array of responsible crystals embedded on the top quickly becomes brighter, and two beams of light are released from it, forming a clear magical projection in the air, and the figures of Gauven Cecil and Rosetta Augustus appear in the projection.

"Very good, the meeting began as scheduled," Gao Wen looked at the two figures in front of him. He was sitting in his study at the moment, and the images of Belsetia and Rosetta were sitting opposite him. Except for the slight shaking at the edge of the picture, this feeling was almost no different from face to face conversation. "Good afternoon, two of you."

The three imperial leaders greeted each other without any excessive greetings. Rosetta Augustus, who was thin and black-haired and dark-eyed, immediately spoke directly: "I heard that when you were exploring the Kingdom of God of War, you boarded an ancient spaceship to the depths of the 'deep sea' and returned to this world two days later. Now you called this meeting at the first time... What did you find?"

"That ship is the legacy left by the Departing One, belonging to an ancient guard system called the 'Sentinel'," Gao Wen said without hiding it. The matter about the Departing One used to belong to the confidential intelligence of the Cecil Empire, but with the establishment of the alliance and the changes in the world situation, especially the approaching of the common threats faced by the mortal countries, this part of the content has now been made public among the member states of the alliance. According to the weight of each country, each country has different degrees of information about the Departing One. Among the three empires, this part of the information is shared according to the highest standards. "I think you should be familiar with the warning of 'Beware of the Sentinel' - yes, that 'Sentinel'."

Gao Wen expressed everything he saw in the deep sea, the information he obtained at the Sentinel's home port, and his observations and speculations on the strange situation of the spacecraft. In the face of a crisis that could threaten the whole world, this information was not necessary to hide it. Explaining the critical situation of the matter can more effectively allow the comrades on the same front to exert enough strength.

During Gao Wen's story, Rosetta and Belsetia's expressions remained serious and solemn throughout the whole process. They frowned and listened without a word. Sometimes they would interrupt them because of questions. It was not until Gao Wen's story came to an end and the communication system returned to calm, Belsetia broke the silence first: "So not long ago, the Siren salvaged the 'mysterious cube' from the deep blue net, which is very likely a signal that the sentry began to act?"

"If before that, we only suspected that the activities of the wasteland cultists were related to the Deep Blue Net, then now we can almost certain that the "Sentinel" behind this incident," Gao Wen nodded. "The cubes it put on are likely some kind of magic control device. A large number of those devices will form a huge system in the Deep Blue Net. Once that thing is formed, the sentry and the cultists controlled by the sentry will almost control the lifeline of our planet - the danger is not to be emphasized."

Rosetta Augustus looked at Gauven: "So what are your thoughts on this?"

"Mobilize all the power we can use to the foot of the magnificent wall. Now is not the time to continue to preserve power. After the border defense is completed, immediately let the various propulsion bases march into the wasteland, build bridgeheads in the polluted areas, and start searching for traces of those cultists. At the same time... find a way to contact the wasteland center."

"Contact with the Wasteland Center?" Belsetia couldn't help but frown. Gao Wen's last sentence obviously attracted her attention, "What can be there..."

Gao Wen's eyes slowly swept across the Silver Queen and Emperor Tifeng. After a moment of silence, he slowly said in a low voice: "The last legion of the ancient Gondor Empire... is still standing firm in the ruins of the Deep Blue Well, and they will become our most determined allies when counterattacking the wasteland."

Belsetia's eyes widened for a moment, and she subconsciously looked at Rosetta Augustus again, but she also saw a shocked expression similar to hers from the face of this serious middle-aged man who always had a stern face. It took more than ten seconds before she heard Rosetta speak: "I can't remember how many times I've been shocked by you. My Majesty Gao Wen - how many secrets do you still hide?"

"That's too many, Augustus, who has no secrets?" Gao Wen said with his hands spread out, "but the secrets in us should ultimately serve the security of this world and the survival of all mortals. Just like now, we are facing the biggest security problem in this world."

Belsetia quietly stared at Gao Wen in the holographic projection, then she slightly adjusted her posture and leaned her upper body forward: "I agree with this statement."

...

Winter has arrived, and the cold wind dominated the mountains and ridges of the northern border. With the expansion of several major peaks, the city at the foot of the Winter Fortress walls has gradually become connected with the world of ice and snow. In the wind and snow, the land protected by the Wilder family for hundreds of years has been wrapped in pure white - and this is the most familiar scenery of Victoria, who was born and raised in Winter Fortress.

She stood on the terrace at the highest point of Winter Fort, letting the cold wind whistle by herself, snow was blown down from the high tower, and it was blown away from the terrace. She turned to look at the old man standing beside her, and a very rare smile appeared on her face: "This mountain and the vast field outside the mountains, the valley is the shelter of the Wilder family for generations - of course, with the establishment of the Cecil Empire, a new order began to be implemented, the old land aristocratic system had collapsed on this land, and the mountains in the northern border now belong to all the people living on this land, and the government affairs office under the authorization of the empire was managed by the empire. As one of the three major consuls of the empire, I have returned the ownership of all northern lands except Winter Fort."

Modir Wilder walked to the edge of the terrace and carefully poked his head down. He saw the city built along the mountains extending in his sight. Smoke rising in the city, and a giant shield flashing with a faint light shrouded in all the places where people existed. He knew that he should have seen this scenery, but he searched his memory and could not find any trace of this scenery.

So in the end he could only shake his head, give up the meaningless memories, and ask curiously: "But you still seem to be in charge of managing parts of this place?"

"This is one of my work as a great consul. Each great consul is responsible for a 'directional province' that is the center of industry and military importance of the empire," Victoria explained. "My power to issue orders in the central province of the North comes from the empire's authorization, not any innate power over these lands - in fact, the next great consul in the north may not even have the surname Wilder, and my family heirs can inherit from me, except for the title, is the only family property such as the castle under your feet."

Modir had never been exposed to such things, at least in his memory. He listened to Victoria's explanation at this moment and was both curious and surprised, and after a moment of thinking, he said seriously: "Then does your heir have no objection to such a thing?"

"We had a candid and in-depth exchange, and he had no objection to it," Victoria said seriously. "In fact, Fendir is a very outstanding young man. He has the keen thinking and acceptance of the young man, and is very able to understand the necessity of the new order, and is willing to embrace His Majesty's new policy - you should not know yet? He entered the Imperial Academy for further study a long time ago and graduated from the NCO branch with excellent grades. Now he has taken the initiative to go to the wasteland border in the south, preparing to take his first step as a soldier there."

The duchess who always had a cold face in front of outsiders said, with a slight smile on his face: "I believe he will use his abilities to exchange for a place in the empire, rather than inheriting anything other than titles and castles from me... This is also his own choice of way out."

Speaking of this, she paused and continued slowly in her thoughts for a few seconds: "It is not easy to get the remaining nobles who survived the upheavals to accept this change. Even if they have decided to stand on the 'right side', some things are more uncomfortable for some people than death when it comes to their turn, but if a family like Wilder is the first to stand up and use real actions to support His Majesty's decision, then things will be much simpler, at least... we can drift significantly less on the flagpole."

"...It's very good," Modir thought for a while and said, "I mean the order is very good now. In Beigang, I have been in contact with local government affairs offices and office procedures. I have dealt with nobles from all over the country before. The comparison between the two is obvious. Some old things do need to be replaced by new things, and that's fine."

Victoria looked at her ancestor quietly for a while before speaking in a strange tone: "Actually, I was worried that you would be angry just now - when I mentioned those 'new orders', such as the land and powers I gave up, such as the changes in the Wilder family today... I thought you would blame the 'recession' of the family in my hands."

Modir was stunned for a moment, with a somewhat complicated expression on his face. He looked back at the mountains in the distance and the smoke rising from the cities in the mountains. He responded after a long time of silence: "I know what you mean, but... I don't feel it. This huge castle, these mountains and snow, and the "antiques" you showed me. Do you say there are many things in it and even the utensils I used back then? But I still have no impression. I only remembered my name and the origin of this surname, but my connection with this land... seems to have been completely separated into a 'another place'. Sorry, Victoria, my answer must only disappoint you."

"No, don't say that," Victoria said immediately, "I don't mean anything else. I just hope you can have a little fun here. If you really can't remember the impression of this place, you can also treat it as a comfortable place - every door here is still open for you, even if you don't remember them."

"I'm glad you can say that," Modir laughed. "Actually, I'm very happy to live here. Victoria, there are not as good rooms as here in the wilderness - and although I still can't remember what I used to live here, I still found something I like here, such as the soup from dinner last night, what do you say is a traditional delicacy in the North, what's the name..."

“Mosak Assorted Soup.”

"Oh yes, it's that assorted soup, I like that flavor."

"Okay, I'll tell the kitchen to make dinner again today."

"Very good," Modir said with a smile, "I think I can start with that assorted soup and re-look at this place as a 'home'."
Chapter completed!