The life of the nobles was always accompanied by night's banquet and socializing, and carnival was their greatest virtue. The dance party in Granburg lasted until dawn, and the guests in the castle gradually dispersed - some people stayed in the castle overnight, while others rode in a carriage wrapped in fur and a constant temperature spell. The hustle and bustle of the night finally gradually calmed down.

The hostess of the castle and the most identifiable guest in the castle disappeared for a long time in the middle of the dance. This incident brought endless room for imagination to the nobles attending the party, but only the shallowest people would speculate on the romantic affairs of a widow. For those nobles in the southern territory who had a keen sense of smell and always looked at Cecil's leadership with conspiracy, they were more willing to guess what secret deal the grand duke of the southern territory had reached with the female lord of the Glen.

There must be a secret transaction, and there is no doubt that there is no simple friendship between the nobles' gatherings, especially when a duke meets a viscount. No one believes that there is no transaction behind this, but the specific transaction content is probably not so easy to inquire.

However, the guests at the banquet probably guessed that they knew that Glenling did not have a lot of mining resources, but the farmland was still abundant, and there were a lot of fur and wood output, so they felt that Viscount Glen and Duke Cecil's transactions were the most revolving around these outputs. Considering the cheap alchemy potions of Cecil's, Glen might have learned to exchange their fur and wood for druid potions for improved land...

This is what most guests will do after reasoning.

Anyway, no matter what transactions Viscount Glen and Duke Cecil did, it would not affect the southern territory. The relationship between the nobles has always been like this. The interests are intricate, they peek at each other but depend on each other. How many tree roots are entangled in the black forest? How many land nobles in civilized society are engaged in trade and marriage privately while fighting. It is nothing that Viscount Glen and Duke Cecil signed a trade agreement. Who doesn’t buy the potions Cecil received in the southern territory? This does not affect them at the same time buying the magic net technology stolen by Earl Hosman…

Gao Wen stood on an open terrace outside the side door of the banquet hall. The cold night wind blew from the north and blew back several centimeters in front of him. He looked down at the mountain road below the castle, watching the carriages hanging magic crystals leave one after another in the rising sun. In this cold winter, the nobles could still travel between various territories at any cost, rushing to one banquet after another, but the poor people even left their houses to pick up some firewood in the mountains and could be frozen to death on the mountain road.

After a moment, he turned his head slightly: "Amber."

Amber's voice came from behind him: "Here are here."

"You...well, when did you get behind me?" Gao Wen was about to give things, but suddenly he was stunned for a moment, turned his head and found that Amber, who was originally standing behind him, was standing behind him.

"Please block the wind behind you," said the half-elf lady with confidence. "You use your protective aura to block the cold wind. I'll stand beside you, so how can I whistle the wind!"

Gao Wen: "…Ahem. Go back and bring Carmier and Pittman as fast as possible."

Amber was stunned for a moment: "Carmire came over to check Patty's magic device, right? What did Pittman do? Are you planning to ask him to treat Patty?"

"That's right," Gao Wen nodded, "The druid is better at restoring damaged flesh and blood and replenishing vitality than the holy light that simply stimulates vitality. His treatment methods should be effective for Patty."

"Is that old man okay?" Amber's voice sounded uneasy, "Miss Glen has already found various extraordinary healers, and must have also found druids and others. Maybe all middle and high-level people have been invited - the old man is just a low-level druid, and he can't even be cured by a master. Can he work?"

"Just call it," Gao Wen smiled, "Maybe it works?"

Amber scratched her hair, and her figure gradually disappeared in the air, only the voice came: "Okay, you are the boss anyway..."

Gao Wen turned around, looked at the empty terrace, and waited there without saying a word. Sure enough, after a while, he saw Amber's figure jumping out from the side again. The half-elf stood in front of him and stretched out his hand high: "Give me money, travel expenses!"

Gao Wen smiled slightly with an expected expression, reached out and slowly touched the money from his arms. Then, taking advantage of the moment Amber relaxed his vigilance, he immediately pulled his hand out and knocked it on the other party's head: "You still dare to ask for money! I saw that the enfeoffment document I just received a few days ago was still gold in the morning, but it turned into gold in the afternoon! You still dare to ask for money!"

Then the amber turned into a black light and rushed straight to the southwest...

Gao Wenze took a last look at the rising sun after Amber really left. He took a deep breath of fresh air conditioning from the north, cheered up his mind, and then turned around and walked into the castle.

Although he didn't take much rest last night, as an extraordinary professional, he is still very energetic now.

He decided to go and see Patty, said good morning to the little girl, and told her the story about Charlie and the Three Golden Crowns that he had not finished yesterday.

At the same time, in a secret underground palace located in the Tifeng Empire, the light of the magic crystal stone lamp suddenly lit up in a stone hall.

The bright light driven by magic power illuminates this dark place, allowing the circular platform in the hall, the neat seats around the platform, and the artificial neural net behind the seats to appear in the light, while figures wearing black or white robes stand quietly in front of the seats like nightmare emerging from the darkness.

They are the high-ranking nightmare bishops of the Sleeper Sect.

A ball of starry light flashed, purple-black shadows appeared above the circular platform in the center of the hall, and the sound of the shadow sounded in the minds of every bishop: "The people are here, let's start."

The bishops sat down one after another. One of the bishops looked around, then looked at the platform in front of him, and broke the silence with a chuckle: "After getting used to the gorgeous hall in the Dream City, I felt more and more shabby in the real world assembly room."

The shadow floating above the platform made a sound in the bishops' minds: "There are always things that cannot be done in dreams, so the real world assembly center needs to continue to retain."

"Under the Crown, we have made a key progress on the 'Project No. 0'," said a white-robed bishop with a female voice. "In the sandbox No. 166, the 'Sanctuary' has achieved a long period of stability and successfully operated to the first millennium."

"This is the longest-lasting sandbox inside," said a black-robed bishop across the round table. "And we have achieved spiritual maintenance for the residents of the shelter. The 100 testers in the 166 sandbox did not have a mental breakdown in a thousand years. Until the sandbox collapsed, they could still answer our questions clearly - of course, in order to prevent pollution, after the disintegration of the 166 sandbox, we still cleared the 100 testers."

"Very good," the shadow above the platform made a sound of praise, and the starlight on its surface seemed to surge, "What is the current number of time iterations?"

"The 'a thousand years' of sandbox No. 166 took 26 days in the real world," a female bishop in black robe bowed and responded, "At present, we have encountered a bottleneck in time iteration. Excessive iteration stages require huge amounts of computing power. And the deeper iterations enter the acceleration level, the more difficult it is to ensure the stability of the sandbox - the previous sandbox No. 132 successfully entered the highest number iteration state, running to 378 in one day, but the information emitted from the sandbox was only chaos and madness. All testers became nightmare derivatives after leaving the network..."

"We need to balance the time iteration series and stability," the shadow above the platform, the Pope of the Eternal Sleeper spoke quietly, "Don't be impatient, before this world is swallowed, there are still hope for human beings - there are still many talented people among our compatriots waiting to be discovered, and we are not moving forward alone."

The first thing that the bishops on the scene thought of was the "nightmare mentor" level of the eternal sleeper cult who suddenly emerged and showed extraordinary talent in the new thing of the spiritual network.

"The emergence of the spiritual network is greatly advancing our plans. Some people who were originally unknown may show their unique talents in the face of this new thing," the pope's wisdom voice echoed in the bishops' minds. "The concept of database has been proven to have an extraordinary role in managing sandbox systems. According to my rehearsal, network architecture optimization will further improve the efficiency of the spiritual network - you should pay more attention to such talents and not let them be buried in vain."

The bishops all stood up and saluted respectfully: "Yes, my covenant, obey your will."

...

In the northern border of Ansu, among the snow-covered mountains, the female grand duke of the northern border Victoria Wilder stood in the study room hanging with a huge map of the northern border, quietly staring at the entire Ansu area depicted on the map.

The windows of the study were locked, and the howling northern wind and snow were blocked from the window, but beside the duchess, the faint snowflakes still appeared out of thin air from time to time, as if she was the incarnation of the cold winter.

The door of the study was pushed open at this moment. Maggie, who had a black hair and black eyes and an ordinary-looking maid, walked into the study. She held a sleeve sealed with wax, which was printed with the light golden emblem of the Moen royal family.

"Vicky, a secret letter from the city of St. Sunil."

The duke turned around and looked at the brunette woman who looked like a maid but actually a friend and consultant: "Is there a white ribbon tied around the griffin's neck or is it gold?"

"gold."

"Then it seems that this is the will of 'His Majesty the King'." The duke said lightly. With a light wave of her hand, the wax sealed sleeve automatically opened, and the secret letter inside flew out and landed on her hand.

Victoria opened the secret letter, carefully read every word on it, and then showed a faint smile.

"The magical messenger tower at the border between Ansu and Tifeng has been restarted."
Chapter completed!