A figure in a black robe flew over from the direction of the Shadow Swamp and landed on the checkpoint of the Tifeng people. immediately, soldiers and garrison officers approached and asked about the mage's purpose of coming. The mage who mastered flight techniques was different from the "combat mages" trained in mass production. They came from the Royal Mage Society, received systematic education and years of training, and were usually stationed in places such as the messenger tower or the mage society branch. It is obviously important for such people to come in person.

"You should stop the train just now!" As soon as the black-robed mage landed, he looked at the magic train that had crossed the border in annoyance. It did not enter a state of complete acceleration, but moved on the rails as if it was sliding, but the border line was an invisible wall. After crossing the border, even if the speed of the train was slower than that of the snail, it was something that the people of Tifeng could not catch up with. "Damn... there may be people secretly crossing the border on that train!"

The knight who was stationed at the outpost widened his eyes and immediately looked back at the direction of the train, then turned around: "We have checked, there are only cargoes that meet the list and members of the registered crew on the train."

"You checked it yourself?"

Looking at the wizard's stern gaze, the young officer Tifeng was not afraid. He raised his chest: "I checked it myself, the soldiers checked it, I checked it myself."

"...Okay, I hope you're not wrong," the mage sighed, "Listen, Aldernan's order..."

...

The train stopped at the checkpoint on the Cecil side, and the soldiers began to inspect the goods on the train as required and handed over the necessary customs clearance documents with the train manager. They did it meticulously and looked nothing unusual.

A commander wearing an officer's standard melt-cut sword around his waist walked into the carriage and glanced at the inside.

Between the crates, there are many silent figures.

The commander nodded slightly and turned around and left.

The door of the carriage was closed again, and the carriage returned to darkness again.

"We're safe," a voice came from the darkness. "This is the checkpoint for the Cecilians..."

"It will take a little more time," Yuri whispered, "we have to get off at Baisha Station - where we will get into the staff of Baisha Mining Company to truly embark on Cecil's land."

Wendy's voice sounded aside: "Will your mental interference affect the knights and soldiers who were on the car to check out?"

"No, that knight is just a low-level," Yuri shook his head. "As for the combat mages stationed at the site... the mages trained in batches cannot see through high-level spiritual spells. However, the situation will be different after Aldernan's order arrives at these border posts. They will definitely send more powerful formal mages to check the levels."

"That's nothing to do with us," a priest murmured in a low voice, "I just hope that the compatriots who cross the border can pass the test smoothly..."

Wendy glanced at the last priest who spoke in the darkness, closed her eyes slightly, but didn't say anything.

After this train... how many compatriots will cross this border and head to Cecil under the rule of "extraterritorial wanderers"?

As Yuri said... Maybe many people will stay in Tifeng.

Although the extraterritorial wanderers are powerful, there are only a few archbishops who have truly understood and faced this power. In addition to the dream world, the extraterritorial wanderers are only showing an emperor in the mortal world in reality. In addition, the "loyalty" brought by the deterrence of power... are always fragile.

The Eternal Midwich Cult, which has lasted for seven hundred years, is destined to be divided into pieces and will be transformed into nutrients for the two human empires in the future. Where will it go in the future... Who knows?

The "future" may be like this train, rumbling forward and constantly heading to the distance. What the distance looks like can only be imagined for Wendy, Yuri and others now.

In the darkness, someone whispered to himself: "Cecil...we are here..."

...

The morning sun shone on the lawn in front of the Palace of Cecil, and the fresh earthy smell slowly drifted along the wind. Gao Wen walked between the paths as usual, while Amber was walking around him in a small morning stroll as usual.

This is Gao Wen’s most leisurely moment of the day.

When the melodious and loud first sound of the mechanical bell tower came from afar, Gao Wen suddenly said: "Late last night, the first successful whistleblower appeared."

Amber didn't react for a moment: "…ah?"

Gao Wen casually reminded him: "The side of the eternal sleeper."

As the head of intelligence, Amber immediately understood what Gao Wen was saying. She subconsciously frowned: "So quickly? At that time, we predicted that it would take at least one week before anyone could successfully disclose the news to Rosetta Augustus?"

"Now it seems that we underestimated the Royal Mage Society of Tifeng," Gao Wen shook his head. "They thought of a way to successfully block the spiritual network in a very short time. Even if it is just a small-scale application, it is enough to understand many things."

"... Then it seems that we have to deal with it early," Amber curled his lips. "The number of eternal sleepers who can successfully arrive at Cecil will probably be half less than expected. Fortunately, there should be no problems with the core personnel and most of the technical information... The rest will fall into the hands of Rosetta Augustus."

"Of course it will fall into his hands, and he will immediately start trying to analyze and apply the techniques of the Eternal Sleeper. If he has a broad mind, he will gather the Eternal Sleeper who have been intercepted in Tifeng like me, try to dig them out and stuff them into his craftsmanship association... Maybe... no, he will definitely do this," Gao Wen said in a calm tone. "They may soon find the means to improve the communication tower..."

Amber glanced at Gao Wen suspiciously: "Is this in your plan too?"

"This is not my plan, it is an inevitable change in the situation. Megol III and I were unable to reverse it, but fortunately I didn't mind letting things develop in this direction," Gao Wen said casually. "Just as I said a long time ago, we cannot expect our opponents to stay in place forever, especially those like Tifong - it will definitely develop rapidly. What we can do is to develop faster than them and to make them have a little more pitfalls on their development path."

Amber curled her lips and muttered while trying to keep up with Gao Wen's pace: "Anyway, the most important thing now is that you, the 'master behind the scenes', must have been exposed to Rosetta."

Gao Wen was slightly silent for two seconds after hearing this, then he let out a gentle breath and his eyes turned to the distance: "Yes..."

"Do you need to respond well to public opinion as soon as possible?" Amber asked, "Tifeng may make a fuss about this - although I think they should not have any clever means in the 'public opinion'."

"Just look at the arrangement," Gao Wen said casually, "You should have been very experienced in this regard."

"Understood."

Amber nodded and responded simply. Then she saw that Gao Wen had no intention of continuing to speak, and couldn't help asking more: "In addition, if you interfere with the Eternal Midnight Cult, the traces of your activities in Tifeng were exposed. Tifeng should have another reaction - the trade plan and ambassador plan we just signed..."

"Believe me, business will be done afterwards, ambassadors will be peace as always, Tifeng and Cecil will still be good neighbors," Gao Wen smiled and glanced at Amber. "As for private... we have never had many spies infiltrating each other. Your Military Intelligence Bureau has been sending out excellent operators, and how many spies we have caught in the eastern border and several northeastern provinces... have they already...?"

Amber rolled her eyes: "It's so difficult to build a city, and it's a wealthy group to form a mining team."

"Isn't that all?" Gao Wen smiled indifferently, "It's just a daily life for a great country. Of course, Rosetta Augustus is more vigilant about us. He should also make certain restrictions in subsequent commercial orders, but what in general? Behind the peace agreement, who has truly underestimated the other - but in the face of sufficient national interests, everyone has a tacit understanding."

Seeing Amber showing a thoughtful look, Gao Wen just let out a soft voice. He stopped talking, but thought of something else in his heart.

What he and Amber said were only at the two countries' level, but in terms of personal terms, he did not know how Rosetta Augustus would feel about himself, a "extraterritorial wanderer".

There is only one thing he can be sure: he cannot expect a person like Rosetta to be nervous and nervous when facing a so-called "outsider wanderer".

It is even more likely that Emperor Tifeng did not regard himself as an "ancient hero" who "revealed his coffin" as an ordinary human being from the beginning. Whether he was a human or a ghost under his skin was probably meaningless to the ruler Tifeng.

Because Gao Wen himself also has the same mentality—

The Augustus family, who ruled Tifon, has been entangled with a "curse" since two hundred years ago, and behind this curse, people always remind people of the spiritual pollution of the gods.

Rosetta Augustus also has his "little secret" behind him. Whether this little secret is related to the spiritual pollution of God and which god it specifically involves, for Gao Wen, although it can arouse curiosity, it will not affect his dealings with the Tifeng Empire.

Because national interests need this.

"What did you think of?" Amber's voice suddenly came from the side, interrupting Gao Wen's random thoughts for a moment. He turned his head when he heard the sound and saw a pair of big amber eyes looking at him, "Suddenly his expression was so serious..."

Gao Wen was moved for a moment and casually said what he thought: "People who are in the position of ruler can often no longer be considered 'person'."

Amber was stunned and then scratched her face: "Although I think you are not someone to do, you can say it so calmly that I don't know how to continue..."

Gao Wen: "…I don't mean that."

"That's about the same thing," Amber waved his hand indifferently, and then muttered while following Gao Wen's steps two more steps, "I said you can't walk slowly? Are you walking at a speed?"

Gao Wen looked down at his steps, then looked at Amber trotting next to him: "I thought you were running in the morning..."

The amber's pointed ears immediately rose, and even blue veins were found on the edges: "...I can't keep up with you!!"

Gao Wen: "…"

...

When the freight train from the Tifeng Empire was speeding towards the white sand dunes in the sun, on the banks of the Gorgon River, which had gradually thawed and was about to fill the water level, on the vast plain outside Pompeii, another train was also crushing the newly built track and speeding towards the southern border.

The red-haired Asarena sat near the window, staring at the grass and relay piles flying rapidly outside, her eyes full of curiosity.

She had been to this human country and the southern border of this country, twenty years ago.

Twenty years later, everything here has an unimaginable freshness to her.

It only took twenty years.

The Dragon Seal Witch withdrew her gaze and looked at Sir Golos who was sitting opposite him: "Look, this thing is indeed much faster than the Earth Dragon Beast..."

The dragon descendants were riding in the north, and the traditional means of transportation fulfilled their mission, and they were not adapted to the climate and soil of the southern countries. The Cecils prepared more convenient and advanced means of transportation for the guests. At first, Sir Golos was quite suspicious of these rumbling machines, but now it seems that Mr. Jazz is already enjoying it.

"I don't know how the Cecils made this thing," said Sir Golos, with curiosity in his tone, "if they can operate in colder places, it's a good thing..."

"But it is not easy to travel through the mountains in the north," said Asharena. "The Holy Dragon Principality does not have many plains."

"This can be solved for the Dragonborn, isn't it?" Sir Gorosh said with a smile. "The key is to see whether the Cecilians sell their skills and how they sell them-judging from the attitude of your old acquaintance, they seem to be happy to sell these new things, as long as the price is right."

"Sir Golosh, I never knew you were a businessman," Ashalina looked up and down at Sir Golosh, "and when you said the word 'old acquaintance'... it seemed to mean something?"

Sir Golos looked expressionless: "This is your illusion, Ms. Ashalina."
Chapter completed!