The streets of Cecil are as prosperous and full of vitality as ever, and the sights are all about the city scenes that you have used to. However, for Byron today, walking on the streets of Cecil has a different experience-

Pea followed him, talking constantly.

She spoke with great enthusiasm, about her experiences in the academy, about new friends she met, about everything she saw, about the weather, mood, books she read, and the new magic drama being produced, the girl who was finally able to speak again seemed to be coming to this world for the first time, almost chattering, as if she wanted to redescribe everything she had seen and experienced.

Even in the street shop that she passed by every day, she would run in with a smile, say hello to the boss inside, give a surprise, and receive a little congratulations.

Byron always smiled and was with Pea.

The short journey home took me a long time to walk.

When the father and daughter finally arrived near Knight Street, Byron saw a figure wandering at the intersection - Philip, who had returned to Cecil two days ago.

Byron walked forward with a smile. Philip, not far away, also felt the breath approaching and turned to welcome him. But before the two old partners spoke, the first one was pea. She was very happy to greet Philip. A happy voice came from the vocalization device of the nerve thorns: "Uncle Philip!!"

Philip was about to speak, but after hearing this strange and synthesized female voice, he was stunned. It took him two seconds to look at Pea in surprise and doubt: "Pea... are you talking?"

"It's me!" Pea smiled happily, turned around half a circle, and showed Philip the metal device behind his neck, "Look! Grandpa Pitman made it for me! This thing is called Nerve Thorns, which can speak for me!!"

"We just came back from the institute," Byron quickly explained before Pea chattered. "According to Pittman, this is a small artificial nerve cord, but its function is more complicated than artificial nerve cord. Talking to Pea is just one of the functions - of course you know me, and I won't pay attention to the content that is too professional..."

"I've heard of this project..." Philip opened his eyes wide and looked at Pea with joy and surprise, "but I didn't expect it to be so soon... so good, Pea, today is definitely worth celebrating!"

"Celebrate, don't drink with my dad!" Pead immediately said with his eyes wide open, "I know you have strong self-control, but my dad can't control himself at all! As long as someone pulls him to drink, he must get himself drunk. Every time he has to sleep in the living room with alcohol until the next day, and then ask me to help clean up... Uncle, you don't know, even if you persuaded dad on the spot, he would drink secretly after he went home, and he also said that there is a beginning and an end, saying that it is respect for the brewery... And, last time you..."

The girl's brain was spinning rapidly, and the magic device driven by brain wave signal did not need to breathe or rest. The words like rainstorm made Philip confused. The young (actually not so young) Mr. Knight was still smiling at first, but soon became stunned. He looked at Byron in a daze--it was not until Pea finally calmed down and he found the opportunity to speak: "Byron... This... What's going on with this child..."

"I didn't expect it?" Byron's expression was full of "You have today too". Although he was still the one who was preached this time, Philip was replaced by the one who suffered the "storm and rain", which made him feel inexplicably happy. "We didn't expect that there would be so many words in the pea belly..."

Pea immediately glared at Byron, with a look of "If you do this, I will speak out", which made the latter wave his hand quickly: "Of course she can say this, but I am very happy..."

Then, without waiting for Pea to speak, Byron immediately pulled the topic in another direction, and he looked at Philip: "Speaking of it...what are you doing here?"

"I know you're going to the north, I'll say goodbye to you," Philip said seriously. "I've been busy recently, and I'm worried that I won't have time to say goodbye after missing out."

"...Why do I feel uncomfortable when you say this?" Byron immediately rubbed his arms, "It seems like I'm going to die outside this time."

After hearing this, Philip thought about it and analyzed seriously: "Theory will not happen like this. There is no war in the north, and your mission will not conflict with the locals or the violet opposite the strait. In theory, you can come back alive except after drinking high and jumping into the sea and having nothing to do to find someone to fight... "

Byron: "…to be honest, are you intentionally sarcastic?

Philip's serious expression remained unchanged at all: "Sarcasm is not a knight's behavior."

Byron thought about it again, his expression became more and more weird: "I still think you are mocking me - Philip, you have grown up!"

Pea stood beside him, looked at Byron, then looked at Philip, and slowly, happily laughed.

...

Earl Duller sat comfortably on the comfortable soft sofa, next to it was the large floor-to-ceiling windows of the garden and the bustling blocks in the distance. The comfortable afternoon sun shone into the room through the clear and clean crystal glass, warm and bright.

The soft and gentle music sound was heard from the magic device in the corner of the wall, and the exotic tune made the upper noble from Tifeng feel more relaxed.

He held a beautifully printed book in his hand. The cover of the book contained the words "A Notes on the Folk Myths of the Northern Mainland" and the paper of the book was not expensive, but it contained exquisite illustrations and neat and beautiful text layout. He turned over a new page, glanced over the first few lines, and couldn't help but show some emotion again. He looked up at the person sitting opposite him: "Master Habiye, I have to admit that the printing technology of the Cecils is much better than ours. The exquisite printing of this book even made me urge to open a printing factory."

The person sitting opposite him looked no longer young, with a scholarly elegant temperament and a bald man. This old man with a bookish atmosphere was the famous scholar and grammar master of Tifeng, Habier Reston. He was also a member of this Tifeng envoy, and was also a reading book printed by the Cecils at this moment, but it was not a large-scale work, but a thin popular book with colorful covers and short articles.

Hearing the words of Count Dulle, the old man looked up: "It is indeed an incredible printing, especially the fact that they can print color patterns so accurately and in large quantities - this technique is really curious."

"It is said that this technology has just appeared in Cecil for a few months," Earl Duller said casually, but his eyes fell on the popular booklet in Habier's hands. "Are you still reading that booklet?"

"It's called 'magazine'," Habiyeyang's booklet in hand. A handsome and upright cover character on the cover of the booklet was shining with ink reflections under the sun. "The content above is popular, but it is surprisingly interesting. The grammar it uses and the structure of the entire magazine gave me a lot of inspiration."

"But IMHO, it seems to me that the things on it are a bit too common," said Count Dulle with a smile. "I thought a great man like you would look down on something like that--they are not even as deep as the collection of myths in my hands."

"Your Majesty has given me the task of compiling the "Imperial" and the greatest experience I have accumulated over the past six months is to change the one-sided pursuit of 'elegance' and 'deep' in the past," Habier put down the magazine in his hand and looked at Count Dulle quite seriously. "News and magazines are a new thing. They are different from the expensive and rare classics in the past. They do not have such a high status and do not require too profound knowledge. The heraldry and ritual norms cannot arouse their interest - they cannot understand it."

As he said that, the old man pointed to the magazine that was placed on the table: "What they can really understand is something more straightforward and straightforward. In this regard, the Cecils are obviously better than us. Your Majesty hopes that we can learn the advantages of the Cecils in this regard and find the tricks of them to unite people, boost morale, and guide the common people, so I sent me here, and I naturally have to pay attention to their achievements in this regard."

Earl Duller raised his eyebrows: "Oh? Then what have you gained these days?"

"There are a lot of gains. These magazines - and other popular books that are circulating on the market - have attractive things. I don't know if you noticed that, now even many young people in the group are interested in these books. They often discuss popular stories in private. Some people have watched two magic dramas and are very fond of the characters in the drama. The attraction of novelty is undeniable," Habier said with a smile. "I also talked to Mr. Goldwin Orlando, who is a knowledgeable person and even made me want to ignore his Cecilian identity.

"Nearly half of those magazines and newspapers were created by Godwin Orlando. His idea of ​​organizing similar publications refreshed me. To be honest, I even wanted to invite him to Tifeng. Of course, I also knew that this was unrealistic - he was awesome here and was highly valued by the royal family, so it was impossible for him to serve us."

"Haha, it's rare that you would praise others so frankly," Earl Duller couldn't help laughing. "If you are really mean, maybe we can try to win over the apprentices trained by Mr. Goldwin - after all, recruiting and exam-study talents is also one of our tasks this time."

Habiye smiled and shook his head: "If it weren't for our visit schedule, I would have considered your suggestions seriously."

...

"The signing ceremony in the morning was successfully completed," Hetty placed a thick document on Gao Wen's desk in the spacious and bright study. "After so many days of bargaining and revisions, the Tifeng people finally agreed to most of our conditions-we also reached a tacit understanding with them on many reciprocal terms."

"This is called a win-win," Gao Wen smiled, put down the stack of information he was just reading, raised his hand and picked up the documents brought by Hetty, and said casually while flipping through them, "New trade categories, new diplomatic memorandums, new peace statements, and...investment plans..."

Gao Wen's eyes fell on certain words in the document, and he leaned back against the seat back with a smile.

Among the new investment licenses, "film and television drama production and distribution" and "audio and video book products" are listed.

Herty's eyes fell on the stack of information that Gao Wen had just put down, and she was a little curious: "What is this?"

"The new script of the magic drama," said Govin, "The Beacon - the honor of the brave and fearless Marquis of Berk Loren, the scourge that should be remembered forever. It will be released this summer or earlier, and if all goes well...the Tifen will see it soon after that."

Herty's eyes were deep and thoughtful, and she heard the voice of her ancestors coming slowly:

"Give them magic dramas, magazines, and more popular stories, and everything else that can beautify Cecil. Let them worship Cecil's heroes, familiarize them with Cecil's life, constantly tell them what advanced civilization is, and constantly hint at how far their own lives are from the true "civilized and civilized state". In this process, we must emphasize our kindness and emphasize that we stand with them, so that when a sentence is repeated a thousand times, they will think that the sentence is their own thoughts...

"Then, the era of peace comes, Hetty."

Herty's eyes slowly moved across the desk, and finally fell on a document that was placed at Gao Wen's hand, as if it had just been completed.

There is only one line of words on the cover of the file:
Chapter completed!