In the third week of the month of recovery, dragon descendants from the northern kingdoms stepped into Cecil.

This is the first time since the second development and the establishment of humans in the four continents of the mainland, the dragon descendants have visited a human country in an official and public form.

The imperial flag with blue background and gold pattern flew in the wind on the spires of towers, colorful ribbons fluttered between the streets and alleys, and the sound of trumpets came from the direction of the north shore. The large magic projection on the streets and alleys broadcast the scene of dragon descendants entering the city in real time. Excited children ran around the roadside, competing for the falling ribbons and petals. Citizens gathered on several streets that allowed to watch, watching the envoys sitting in the convertible magic car heading to the palace along the Trail Blazers Avenue.

Elite steel rangers wearing black light armor rode war horses to guard both sides of the convoy, pointing etiquette spears high towards the sky, separating the enthusiastic crowd and maintaining order.

Sir Gorosh and Ashalina sat in the second magic car together. Looking at this human city full of vitality and vitality, and with incredible "magic technology" everywhere, he couldn't help but show a hint of surprise on his face: "This place is much more prosperous than I thought."

"... It was a little beyond my imagination," Asarena waved to a child cheering at her by the side of the road, and whispered quietly, "You must not believe what this place looked like when I left here twenty years ago... At that time, there was no human inhabited at the foot of the Dark Mountains..."

"...I'm starting to worry about something now," Sir Golos frowned slightly, with a weird tone. "I'm worried that the experience you have accumulated in traveling the human world can still come in handy in this new human empire..."

Asarena looked at Sir Golos slightly and said, "Your Excellency, please do not question my ability as a consultant. Although human society has changed rapidly, many habitual and etiquette things will not change within twenty years. And although there are many new things in this city, they will not be completely beyond me..."

As soon as the Dragon Seal Witch was halfway through his words, he was suddenly interrupted by a buzzing scream from the sky. She and Sir Golos raised their heads in surprise and saw that in the sun approaching noon, in the clear and cloudless sky, there were more than a dozen strange machinery like steel cones that seemed to have wings flying from west to east in neat triangular queues.

The buzzing machinery floated under the ring devices emitting a shimmering light, and the shapes extended on both sides reminded the strange structure of the dragon wings. They are obviously some kind of man-made objects, and the stable flight posture and skillful cooperation are breathtaking. When this wonderful "flying queue" was about to arrive directly above the mission, several of the aircraft suddenly opened some magic device suspended below. Accompanied by flowing lights intertwined in the sky, a huge magic projection appeared in the vision of Sir Gorosh and Ashalina.

On the magic projection, welcoming sentences are written in two characters: human common words and dragon language. They float above the city, and the scale is even greater than the illusion fireworks that any mage can create.

The magic projection should be devices similar to those seen on the streets of "magic network broadcasting devices". The Cecils installed them on the aircraft, and the effect produced was particularly shocking.

It took a while before Sir Golos to retract his gaze. He glanced at Asharena beside him: "Ms. Asharena, is this thing more than you imagined?"

“…I really never thought about this…”

"Humans have actually made this kind of flight device... and it looks like it can be mass-produced," Sir Gorosh couldn't help but look up again, "Is this also 'magic technology'?"

"It seems that our harvest here will be far beyond our imagination," Asharena whispered, "and I don't know if you noticed, Sir Golos, the 'wings' extending from both sides of the aircraft... are very close to the dragon's wings."

"I noticed it." Sir Golos nodded, and somehow, his daughter, who had been away from home for many years, suddenly appeared in his mind.

Maggie... should be in this city, I don't know how she will react to her arrival...

As he thought about it, Sir Golos's expression became complicated.

...

"Unit No. 1 completes the projection task, and the projection is turned off after twenty seconds, ready to cruise back. The rest of the units remain following."

"The second machine understands." "The third machine understands." "The fourth machine..."

The wingman's response was constantly heard from the communication device. Maggie, who was sitting in the captain's co-pilot position, breathed a sigh of relief, but her eyes couldn't help but look through the transparent observation window below, looking at the mission team driving across the street at a constant speed below.

The first phase of the Dragoon cadet, Air Force Commander Jinna, sat in the position of the main driver next to him. The young girl from the Griffon Knight family took a deep breath and calmed her slightly nervous mood. The first time she performed such a special task made her excited face slightly red. After confirming that the task had been basically completed and there were no mistakes, she turned to look at Maggie: "Miss Maggie, thank you for your hard work this time...Ms Maggie? Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Ah? Ah, no, nothing," Maggie woke up and waved her hand quickly, "I thought about something a little."

"It's rare," Jinna said, shaking her head, "You'll actually get distracted while performing a mission."

Maggie smiled slightly stiffly, and the light from the corner of her eyes swept through the oblique observation window again, her face becoming complicated.

When I was in the morning of the flight preparation, I realized that the envoy team had his own father in this envoy team. But in fact, such information should have been sent to the Emperor's case many days ago. The news was suppressed for so long before I told myself... It was inevitable that Maggie would doubt whether His Majesty was making fun of herself.

But Maggie quickly shook her head vigorously and threw this unreliable idea out of her mind. His Majesty Gowen Cecil is a majestic and wise man, and shoulders the burden of the entire empire. He would not have such evil tastes. The reason why no one came to tell him the details of the mission in advance was either for the need for confidentiality, or because His Majesty was too busy and did not care about these details.

Miss Dragonborn who ran away from home quickly convinced herself and continued to worry about what might happen later.

...

The place to entertain the messengers is still in the banquet hall of the Aki Palace.

After finishing a tourist journey from Pioneer Avenue to Aki Palace, Sir Golos finally met the ruler of this new human empire, Gowan and Heti, and several senior officials of the Government Affairs Office, standing in a brightly lit and quite grand hall, standing in front of the steps in the Aki Palace banquet hall, watching the dragon descendants wearing alien costumes come to him. When the attendant in charge of issuing the notice chanted the name of the envoy, the serious middle-aged man walked up with a red-haired woman and submitted a handwritten letter from Grand Duke Baloger.

"Salute to you, His Majesty of the Emperor Cecil, to you, the Knights among the Knights, the Blazers among the Trail Blazers... The founder of the Old Kingdom Ansu and the New Kingdom Cecil," Sir Golos looked at the "Blazers" who had a legendary story in the human world and even created the miracle of the resurrection from the dead. He did not show any excessive curiosity or snooping. He spoke with a solemn expression, saying an opening remark that conforms to the etiquette norms. A long list of titles and standard words came, "I brought the ruler of the extreme north mountains, the guardian of the dragon kingdom, the lord of the mountain rock and the snow... The greetings of His Majesty Baloger, the powerful and wise Dragon Blood Lord, and the friendly intention of the Holy Dragon Principality."

"Welcome to Cecil," Gao Wen's response was much more straightforward. "Cecil and the Principality of the Holy Dragon have always been cordial neighbors, and we always welcome visitors from the mountains in the far north."

At the same time, he was a little surprised - he hadn't heard such a standard statement in a long time, with a long list of honorary titles and flattering rhetoric. This dragon-born messenger came from a world that was isolated from the human kingdom for many years, and his words were surprisingly quite human.

It seems that in the far north, many dragon descendants still have the impression of human beings in the Ansu era in the past.

——In order to prevent ceremonial and cultural conflicts and to ensure the standardization of the ritual process, the messengers had already familiarized themselves with some ceremonial norms of Cecil at Winter Fort in the north before coming to Cecil, and adapted to the audition process in advance with the help of Victoria. However, although the process was practiced in advance, the interview words of the messengers were formulated by the Duchy of Holy Dragon (the Duchess of Victoria only confirmed that there were no taboos in these words).

Now, some of these classical words and sentences even made Gao Wen feel a little amused and crying.

Of course, he was still calm and calm on the surface, without showing any sign of it.

After submitting the letter of the country, completing the necessary audition ceremony, introducing each other, and following all agreed procedures, Gao Wen did not allow guests from afar to experience more red tape, but instead directly entered the main part of Cecilian hospitality - announcing the beginning of the banquet.

When the dazzling food was presented to the guests, a light and pleasant melody echoed in the hall, and when the attendant began to guide the guests to their seats, Sir Golos approached Asharena and couldn't help but whisper: "Although I learned a little in advance, the etiquette rules of the 'Cecil Empire' seemed to be much simpler than I thought... It seemed that there were no rules and cumbersome etiquettes like the human kingdom mentioned in the information."

Asarena tilted her head slightly and glanced at Sir Golos: "Do you like simple processes or cumbersome rules?"

Sir Golos smiled slightly when he heard this: "Personally, I certainly prefer this - simple and straightforward communication is more suitable for my taste."

Asarena smiled, but didn't say anything more.

In her impression, humans like to use complicated etiquette and rules to show their "orthodox" and "content", which is very different from dragon descendants. Although dragon descendants also attach importance to tradition and abide by rules, it is more of a respect for tradition and "obedience" to ancient precepts. However, human persistence in etiquette and rules is an unnecessary "external decoration" in the eyes of dragon descendants. Rather than having any practical significance, it is more like a body full of decorative feathers, etiquette for the sake of etiquette and rules for the sake of rules.

It is precisely because of this cognitive existence that the dragon descendants have been quite prejudiced to the human world for a long time: in their opinion, a race like humans with a short lifespan is too pursuing "orthodoxy" and "foundation", which seems inappropriate.

Asharena never expected that just twenty years have passed, human beings have changed in this regard.

A young, heroic, but sloppy mercenary leader appeared in her mind, and then the figure turned into a general with a beard that was neglected to take care of, wearing medals and ribbons on her body.

It's only twenty years.

Humans... are such interesting creatures.

The banquet began.

After entering the free activities and communication sessions, the guests began to walk around the table, get food and talk to each other. Sir Golos would naturally contact the Emperor Cecil first, and Ashalina walked around the hall with three-point curiosity.

She, the "consultant", wants to play a role in analyzing the data later, but she is very leisurely at this moment.

While using various human foods that you know or don’t know and chat with people passing by, a small figure suddenly ran past nearby.

It was a girl wearing a light yellow dress and not yet grown up. She was holding a large plate of food in her hand and a happy smile on her face, and was happily running from a long table full of food to another table.

Asa Lena immediately frowned subconsciously - a child?

She was curious about why a child appeared here, but soon realized that this should be the child of a member of the royal family or the senior executive of the empire. The other party's appearance of running around with a plate of food seemed very different from the "atmosphere" of others in the hall, but Asharena couldn't help laughing.

But at this moment, she saw the cheerful girl's feet suddenly slipping, as if she had lost her balance while running, and she was about to fall to the ground in a mess.

Asarena raised her fingers quietly, and an invisible force held the girl's body, allowing her to quickly stand back on her feet.

This was just a convenient help, and no one should have noticed it. Asarena smiled and shook her head, and was about to turn around and walk away, but she didn't expect that the girl in a light yellow dress would look over immediately and walk towards her.

This child has a very keen perception of magic!

As soon as Asharena felt such an amazement, the girl had already walked in front of her. She bowed politely without opening her mouth, but a slightly mechanical voice came from a certain position behind her neck: "Thank you~ Madam~~"

"No need...you're welcome," Asarena looked at the girl in front of her in surprise. She was sure that she hadn't seen the child open her mouth and speak, "Are you...you're talking?"

"Yes! But I'm talking with 'it'~!" The girl said happily, turning around and showing the strange metal device behind her neck. It looked like a flattened silver-white spine, obediently fitting to the girl's neck. "This is called Nerve Thorn. By the way, ma'am, are you a dragon descendant? I heard that this is being entertained today, a guest from the Duchy of Holy Dragon. I know a sister named Maggie, who is also a dragon descendant... Oh, by the way, I haven't introduced myself yet, my name is Pea Dou..."
Chapter completed!