Listening to what Bedvin Franklin reported, Gao Wen's thoughts have gradually spread out-

The intelligence from the Agure Tribe State confirmed his previous speculation: the mysterious signals heard by Winter Fort Winter and Solin Castle were not limited to Cecil!

On the other hand, Bedevin's report has come to an end. He looked at Gao Wen: "Your Majesty, in addition to this, we have also received a letter from the Dwarf Kingdom handed over by the leader of the gray elf, Wenna, and the King of Forge City, Morton Molten, to send you greetings and agreed to the invitation of the meeting at Silver Outpost 112 next month's Resurgence Festival. Forge City will send ambassador Paladin Huishanyan to attend the meeting."

"... Has the dwarf finally made an official response?" Gao Wen breathed a sigh of relief. "It seems that our restarted maritime route has indeed inspired their confidence in participating in mainland affairs..."

The Dwarf Kingdom is located in the mysterious kingdom in the westernmost part of the road. Although its territory is closely connected with the Loren continent, its entire country is completely closed by a natural arc-shaped mountain range. The steep cliffs have always blocked the curious sight of the countries of the mainland for thousands of years and blocked the residents on the other side of the mountains.

During the long years, the dwarves lived a self-sufficient life on the other side of the mountains. It is said that their kingdom has rich output and unique climate. Even if they do not communicate with other countries on the mainland, they can maintain prosperity. It is said that they have developed technologies and cultures that are completely different from those of other countries on the mainland, and even retain many ancient traditions before the first development - but all of these are just boring speculations by the world. Almost no one has truly crossed the mountains to see the dwarves' kingdom. Only a part of them who take the initiative to leave the kingdom. Dwarves who come to the inland will occasionally mention their homes to outsiders. In their description, the Forge City is magnificent, with iron stones, hills, gold and silver everywhere, bright plains and fertile fields, and picturesque scenery on the west coast...

After the communication with the Duke of the West, the air near the desk rippled slightly, and Amber's figure emerged from it, with an interest on her face: "It is said that the mountain range surrounding the dwarf kingdom is protected by ancient power. Foreigners will get lost as soon as they enter the mountains, and finally return to the foot of the mountain in a confused manner. Only the dwarfs have the secret to safely crossing the ridge, so only the dwarfs have never come to the inland activities, and few people can enter their kingdom..."

"But in fact, the dwarf kingdom is not as mysterious as the legend - although it does not have much communication with other parts of the mainland today, hundreds of years ago, when humans were still able to explore the ocean, Ansu still had a period of communication with the dwarfs," said Gao Wen with a smile. "There are indeed many wonderful customs there, and the dwarfs also have unique smelting techniques, but they are far from the level of "like a different world" described by the legend."

"You said that was hundreds of years ago," Amber spread her hands. "For humans with short lifespans, hundreds of years of barriers are enough to turn a land that once established diplomatic relations into an incomprehensible foreign land."

"...It makes sense," Gao Wen thought for a while, and had to admit Amber's statement. Then he suddenly remembered something and asked, "Does the matter you asked you to investigate before have any clues?"

"Are you talking about the 'Gondor Iron Man'?" Amber immediately understood what Gao Wen meant. After a brief thought, the information she collected recently came to her mind. "It was indeed a bit of gain, but there was no breakthrough.

"First of all, it is about the identity of the 'Ms. Diana' in Tifeng. It can be confirmed that she is the leader of the 'Roamer' of the Special Forces of Tifeng - the 'Roamer' is an elite unit directly loyal to the 'Roamer' of the Royal Family. It is divided into different functions and is positioned similar to the Royal Shadow Guards of the Ansu era or the current steel rangers, mainly performing special operations and internal and external intelligence tasks. The main combatants of the roamer are basically elite combat mages, and have undergone special combat training. Unlike ordinary mages, they have performed well in various practical combat conditions, including raids, assassinations and close combat. This is somewhat similar to the 'Master Soldiers of the Gondor era in historical records. Obviously, this special soldier is the result of the personal training of the Gondor Iron Man.

"Secondly, we also confirmed that Diana was indeed loyal to the Augustus family for a long time, but she seemed to be only loyal to the position of "Emperor". She did not stand on the side of any political force, did not support any uncrowned heirs, and did not involve factional disputes. I suspect this is related to the contract established by her at that time after being "repaired" by the scholars of Thirty-Feng hundreds of years ago and the royal family.

"The above two items can be regarded as summarizing from public channels. The third item is more interesting... It is an unexpected gain from '25th'..."

As Amber said, she took a few touches from her bag, took out a piece of carefully folded paper, and unfolded it in front of Gao Wen.

It turned out to be the information from Daniel? Gao Wen was a little surprised for a moment. He didn't expect that Daniel had obtained information related to that "Diana", and then his eyes were attracted by what Amber showed-

On the unfolded white paper, it is not depicted with the technical secrets of ancient Gondor or the secret deployment of contemporary Tifeng, but a picture that looks like a child's graffiti: more than a dozen ink dots appear to be arranged irregularly on the paper, and a small circle of unknown significance is drawn in the middle of the ink dots, and lines like radiation are connected between the dozen ink dots and the circle in the center. The whole picture looks like a sun with a failed graffiti, with a chaotic proportion, and the sun is surrounded by abstract light.

"What is this?" Gao Wen was confused by the picture. "Is it some kind of abstract painting?"

"This is the work of the 'Ms. Diana', and it is also the only 'painting' she usually can 'create'," Amber put the unfolded paper on Gao Wen's desk, with a strange look on her face. "It sounds strange, but in fact, 'Twenty-Five' doesn't understand it. He knew this from the president of the Royal Mage Society of Tifeng by chance-

"Ms. Diana, the head maid in the Obsidian Palace, who 'never make mistakes, always alert', occasionally makes strange moves when she is alone. She will find paper and pen to doodle. The content of the graffiti will always be like this, one after another, over and over again... No one knows why she did this, and even she herself doesn't seem to understand it. Most of these graffiti will be destroyed as soon as possible, but a very small number seem to have been forgotten by her and fell into the hands of a few people who are qualified to enter the Obsidian Palace and are highly curious."

"This is really... unexpected." Gao Wen frowned slightly, looking at the graffiti on the table. He couldn't see through the deep meaning of the painting. Only some associations that seemed to be inconsistent with the current world style appeared in his mind: the unconscious "creation" behavior that arises after AI broke through restrictions, the mysterious graffiti of out-of-control robots, and the reproduction of information caused by memory errors in ancient machine servants...

"Are these precise graphics of the graffiti? Or are they 'conceptual pictures' drawn based on their impression?" Gao Wen raised his head and asked curiously.

"No. 25 said that this picture has a reduction degree of more than 90%," Amber nodded, "at most there is a little error in the proportion of certain lines."

"Have you seen this for Carmier and Veronica?" Gao Wen asked again, "They are from the Gondor era, and there may be some clues."

"I've seen it, but they don't understand it," Amber shook her head. "Camier thinks this thing may be an abstract expression of some ancient rune array, and Veronica suspects that it has something to do with Diana's deepest memory when she served at the Viplanton Observatory, but they're all just guessing."

"...Dianna is a Gondor Iron Man who has lost some memory, and those memories are related to her experience leaving the Viplanton Observatory. These images may reveal some of the "impressions" deep in her memory, but for those who lack intelligence, they are just meaningless graffiti," Gowan said while thinking, "...I am very interested in the secret of the Gondor Iron Man. I upload this image to the neural network and hand it over to the analysis team of Mergol III and Selena Ger to identify it under confidentiality to see if any of the known things have similarities to this graffiti."

Amber nodded: "Okay, I'll do it when I go back."

She agreed while putting away the paper, then noticed that Gao Wen seemed to be thinking about something else, and was still unconsciously turning a small silver-white ring in her hand. She quickly recognized what the ring was: "I'm thinking about Tallond again?"

"It is still impossible to contact the Misilian Treasure House," Gao Wen nodded, threw the Misilian ring in his hand on the table, watching the small circle bounce on the table, making a crisp sound. "With the technical level of those giant dragons, it is impossible to not be able to repair a communication system for such a long time. With the 'credibility' of the Misilian Treasure House for thousands of years, it is impossible to remain silent after losing contact with customers for so long. Now the eternal storm has disappeared. According to the various information we have, something really happened to Tallond... and this matter is very small."

"Are you worried about those giant dragons?" Amber blinked, "Actually, I don't think I'm worried about it... That's a dragon. A dragon that is invincible in both legends and reality. When a volcano erupts, you can rush in and drink a hot sip. Do we still need to worry about this kind of unreasonable creature?"

"It is precisely because they are such a powerful group that I am particularly worried now-I am worried that some unpredictable disaster is brewing in the Arctic, and that it will affect the human world," Gowen shook his head. "Suppose that the worst situation, the entire Tallond is destroyed by some irresistible force-How strong is this force?"

Amber was startled by Gao Wen's guess and his eyes widened: "This... shouldn't be that right?"

"Suppose, just assumption," Gao Wen exclaimed, "It's like there is a powerful giant standing in the distance. You clearly know that the giant is there, know how strong he is, know that he was fine the previous second, but suddenly the giant disappeared, and because it was too far away, you can't see how he was gone, and whether he was attacked... At this time, you may be worried about the safety of the giant, but you should be more worried about whether the power that caused the giant to disappear would spread to you."

Amber thought about it and rubbed his arms immediately: "...ah, I feel goosebumps!"

"After all, it's because of the uncertainty that I'm thinking about it," Gao Wen sighed and admitted that he was thinking about it. "So I hope those enthusiastic Siren and Nagas in Beigang can investigate some clues, at least to figure out what happened to the Eternal Storm."

...

The cold wind whistled, beating against the twisted and deformed steel frame and the temporary shelter wall. The heat source device dug out from the ruins emitted a warm orange-red light in the dim sky light, radiating a large range of constant temperature heat. A projector with poor contact was placed in the corner of the camp, and several energy packs were connected to the base of the device. The picture in the holographic projection was blurred so that it was almost completely unrecognizable, but the intermittent music could still be heard from the base.

Several weak young dragons were lying on the open space next to the projection device. The failure of the implants in the whole body and the withdrawal reaction of the synergist were tormenting their spirits. The intermittent music from the device was supporting their will at this moment, but this insignificant support was almost meaningless. They eventually had to rely on their own tenacious thoughts to survive this cold dusk.

This is not easy - for most dragons who once lived in the lower class of Tallond, completely separated from hallucinogens and synergists, they have to face not only mental pain, but also a real physical injury when the nervous system cannot adapt.

After returning to the camp, Melita, who had returned to human form, stood next to a huge rock next to the wind sheltered wall, with her lavender eyes staring at her fellow compatriots twitching in the cold wind. Her eyes fell on one of the young red dragons, and she had not looked away for a long time.

It was the young mechanic who had the implant surgery for her at noon this day - she was busy all day long, and more than a dozen compatriots avoided the fatal damage caused by implant failure and relieved the pain, but when dusk came, she encountered a serious pneumatic withdrawal reaction... No one in the camp could help her.

The only reserve of synergists in the shelter has been used to rescue the wounded.

It seemed to have noticed Melita's gaze. The red dragon lying on the ground turned around and showed a self-deprecating smile in the twitching: "I shouldn't have been so addicted to 'soul' and 'gray' at the beginning... But the sense of accomplishment and fulfillment they brought to me at that time was really important..."

She mentioned the names of two synergists, and these two synergists that act directly on the spirit are flooding in the lower Tallond.

Melita sighed, she didn't know how to answer the mechanic who once lived in the lower class of Tallongd, who was engaged in illegally transforming implants, had to do her best to release another large-scale mental soothing - this spell was hardly effective for the symptoms caused by the addiction to synergists, but the young mechanic still smiled gratefully to her.
Chapter completed!