Commodities from the Cecil Empire are gradually flowing into many countries in the northern part of the continent. Even though it is the cold winter season, driven by high profits and the support of the imperial royal family, merchants are still not afraid of the severe cold of winter and the difficulties of the journey, and bringing things that are novel, interesting or hugely useful to distant foreign lands.

Among the towering mountains in the extreme north, a gray-white giant stone fortress is built on the top of the mountain. The cold wind whistled across the mountains, rolling up layers of snow and cold mist outside the fortress. The huge brazier burned everywhere in the fortress, mixed with frost, fire grass juice and dazzling crystal dust oil, which made these flames look red and blood-like, and even the cold wind whistled, it could not be blown out.

Invisible curtains enveloped the ancient "Longlin Fort", and together with the huge braziers, resisting the outside cold wind, inside the fortress, there were also huge braziers and fire pits burning in the extremely wide hall. The middle-aged man wearing a dark red cloak was sitting on a large seat, looking at the magic mechanism in front of him with interest.

The brilliance of the flame shone on the middle-aged man's face, casting a flashing glow on his firm face, short gray hair, higher cheekbones and nose bridge.

"Your Majesty, this is the magic terminal brought by the merchants of Cecil. By putting in different plugs, it can be used to release different simple spells, from self-defense to being a tool," a tall courtier with a thick beard and wide forehead stood beside the throne, introducing the objects presented by the attendant. "In addition, this is the alchemy potion they sell--the effect is very average, but the price is surprisingly cheap. In fact, if we follow our prices, the potion in it is even cheaper than the bottle itself..."

The middle-aged man with short gray hair, the contemporary dragon blood grand duke Balogel, who has ruled the Holy Dragon Principality for thousands of years, nodded: "I often hear news about this recently."

According to the tradition of the Holy Dragon Principality, although the head of state is "duke", the subjects still call him "Your Majesty" instead of the "Your Highness" of the southern countries.

"Yes, your Majesty," said the court minister. "In the past six months, the number of merchants has increased from the south. The new Cecil royal family has encouraged business activities very much. The novelty brought by merchants is very popular among young people in the Principality - especially those machines that can operate on their own and crystal devices that can record images."

Balogel looked at the magic terminal quietly for a moment, and said slowly: "It's... very interesting."

Standing on the other side of the throne, a court official with white hair and beard and wearing a white twill robe couldn't help but say: "But the young people are too keen on external things recently, and are even discussing going to the south to 'see the world'. This seems not a good phenomenon."

Balogel didn't turn his head and said casually: "Why isn't it a good phenomenon?"

"The excessive curiosity about the outside world will shake the will of the younger generation. The people of the Principal Kingdom began to pursue the interesting things of foreigners, and it was easy to forget the precepts of ancestors. The long exile had not yet ended, and it was not a noble act to step out of the mountains..."

"The ancestors' admonitions only tell us not to go north--but never say that we should not go south," Balogel said lightly. "The reason why we were not interested in the kingdoms in the south in the past was simply because they were stale and weak, and it was not worth seeing."

As he said, the Dragon Blood Lord shook his head while showing a playful smile on his face: "But now... some wonderful changes seem to be taking place in the south."

After a moment of pause, the ruler of the Holy Dragon Principality turned his eyes to the courtier with white hair and beard: "And as for the so-called 'noble act'... Sir Eugene, the so-called nobility is determined by people."

Then he looked to the other side of the throne and nodded to the courtier with a dense beard and wide forehead: "Sir Golosh, the ice and snow lord in the southern mountains has sent us two envoys to discuss the formal opening of the trade route. We should probably make some responses."

...

The western border of the Cecil Empire, Shilin City, and in the Franklin Castle.

The gray elf Wenna sat in the living room with a soft and thick carpet, with decorated shields and rune curtains hanging on the wall. The light from the magic crystal lamp shone on the smooth round table, and a psychedelic glow appeared between the colorful glass lattice on the table. She looked at the Duke of Berdevin Franklin in front of her, with a faint smile on her face: "Our first cooperation in the new era was very successful - the first batch of alchemy potions and oriental fabrics as samples were very popular in plains and hilly areas. The gray elf king ordered me to bring gifts dedicated to His Majesty Gowen Cecil to show our friendship."

The lady, who was as petite as a human child, but was actually a large tribe leader of a gray elf, gestured to the entourage beside her. The latter immediately stepped forward and placed a small box with an extremely exquisite and gorgeous decoration about one foot square on the table in front of Bedwin.

A faint rune light flashed, and the magic mechanism of the small box was lifted. After the lid was opened, a crystal clear crystal ball about the size of a fist was lying quietly on the velvet mat.

"This is a high-clear crystal ball from the Ancestor Peak. As you know, the crystal produced by the Ancestor Peak has the best quality in the continent. This crystal ball was carved and polished by the dwarf craftsman Mackintosh Ash Mountain and blessed by the Fairy King. May the two kingdoms maintain friendship for a long time, as pure and flawless as this crystal."

"I will hand over this precious gift to our Emperor," Duke Franklin nodded and ordered the attendants to put away the gift. "When the road is clear next spring, we have established a permanent embassy with each other and sent an ambassador. I will definitely invite you to our imperial capital. You will definitely like the prosperous commercial atmosphere there."

"I'm looking forward to it," said the gray elf Wenna smiled, nodded slightly, and then asked, "Otherwise, our king wants to confirm one thing. When will the second batch of textiles and alchemy potions be supplied? In the plains, there is a huge gap in both products."

"We can supply large amounts of alchemy potions at any time. Alchemy factories have been built in the western region. As for textiles from Tifeng..." Bedwin Franklin pinched his chin with some embarrassment. "You also know that it will take a long transportation process. The previous batch of samples was transported from the east to the west through the Baishui River and the land convoy. However, the bulk transport of the Baishui River has been temporarily interrupted due to seasonal changes, and the railway required by the Magic Train... is impossible to complete this year.

"Of course, even so, we can still supply a small amount of textiles, which can at least solve some of the gaps."

"The problem that the alchemy potion can be fully supplied has been solved," Wenna said with a smile. "As for textiles... we understand your difficulties. It is extremely difficult to transport bulk goods from the east to the west."

Speaking of this, the leader of the Gray Elf tribe suddenly paused, and then changed the topic naturally: "In addition, since you mentioned the 'magic train' just now, I have really heard this strange noun several times recently... Can you tell me about its situation in detail?"

The corners of Bedevin's mouth curled up slightly, and he leaned over his body while rubbing his fingers gently: "Oh? Are you interested in it?"

"It is possible to transport huge quantities of goods through the entire empire quickly, and the cost sounds very low. I think no normal-minded merchant would not be interested in it," Wenna said softly and maturely, "not only am I interested, but even our Gray Elf King, and even the other kings, are very interested."

"Ah, then I'll introduce it to you in detail," Bodewen's face filled with a smile, and waved to the shelf next to him. The exquisitely restored magic train model flew smoothly into his hands. "First of all, we must start with the concept of 'magic powered vehicle'..."

...

The fog and moon are getting deeper, and the year is coming to an end. In this special year, this young and ancient country has experienced too many things and too many changes.

This year, many people and things are destined to be recorded in history and become an important mark in the vast human civilization. This year, many new things are destined to be born in this world, changing people's lives, and many old things are quietly eliminated by the times and gradually disappear from their original stages.

After the day of training, Jinna slowly walked on the back door ramp of the Wind-Call Camp. The wind from the forest blew past her, not violently, but surprisingly cold.

She recalled today's special flight experience in her mind, and felt that she was still quite excited in a short period of time.

Today, she finally got out of the stage of ground simulation and familiarity with mechanical operation. She first drove the magic machine called "Dragonist" with the help of an auxiliary trainer to fly into the blue sky. Although she had only one hour of training in the air, the experience that was very different from riding a griffin still impressed her.

The more stable, faster, more agile, lifeless steel and crystal are constructed into a delicate flying machine like a bird. She sat with another trained soldier in the cockpit of the "Dragonist" capable of riding in three people. Under the leadership of the trainer, she passed through the sky on the northern foot of the dark mountains. The tremor brought by the airflow reached her hands through the joystick, which made her unable to help but think of the griffin's reins, but she felt completely different.

Two loud chirpings came from nearby, interrupting the new Dragoon commander's thoughts. She raised her head and realized that she had unknowingly arrived at the southern end of the Wind-Call Camp and came to a special place.

Several large wooden nests were placed under a row of wooden sheds, and railings were seen around the nests that were thicker than adults' thighs. The unique smell of large birds drifted into her nostrils along the wind. She saw huge wings and sharp beaks flashing through the railings.

She walked to the griffin's nest without realizing it.

The Wind Summoner Camp is a facility for training dragon cavalry pilots. It is somewhat of a cutting-edge facility in the Empire. The old griffin nest is somewhat inconsistent here, but from a practical point of view, this is actually normal - the new magic aircraft has just been released after all. In addition to a few trainers sent from R&D units, even the training of the first batch of pilots has just begun. Especially before that, there was not even a flying training aircraft in this training facility. In this case, the express transportation mission between the camp and the imperial capital must of course be completed by the old flying units.

Therefore, the cutting-edge aircraft training facility of the Wind Summoner Camp has always maintained an old-style griffin team.

But it may not take long before these griffins will be dismissed...

Jinna suddenly felt a hint of emotion in her heart, and she couldn't help but come to a nest she was familiar with.

Almost instantly, a huge figure stood up in the nest, and then the head with a sharp beak and white feathers appeared in front of her.

"Hi, old guy."

The female knight stretched out her hand and gently brushed the feathers near her old friend's neck.

The griffin made a loud scream.

Jinna couldn't help laughing: "You are still so energetic."

"Actually it's cursing," a voice suddenly came from the side, "and it's so ugly."

Jinna turned her head unexpectedly, but saw the blonde elf instructor coming from not far away.

A silent and quiet lady with long black hair was also followed by the elf instructor.

The black-haired lady was the auxiliary trainer who led Jinna to complete the training today. She was one of the technical experts sent from the Magic Technology Institute.

Jinna immediately stood up straight and gave a standard and neat military salute: "Instructor Sonia, Ms. Maggie."

Sonya first responded to Jinna's military salute, then waved her hand: "You can relax, today's training is over."

Jinna exhaled, and the griffin beside her screamed loudly again.

Sonya immediately glared at the huge bird that made the noise: "Vulgar words!"

The griffin raised his head and a hint of pride appeared on the feather-covered face.

Jinna: "…"

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