The long and cold winter is finally over.

The fog that lasted for the whole winter finally began to fade away from the Aldernan Plain. The whole world seemed to become clear with the arrival of spring. The daily wind was still cold, but it was no longer as cold as before. The snow began to melt, the ice turned into flowing water, and the streams of snow and ice melted down from the black roofs and towers of Aldernan, soaking the entire city in a piece of water vapor. Thanks to the new drainage system built more than ten years ago, these melted snow water can smoothly enter the underground water channel. People don’t have to worry that these extra "streams" will damage the foundations of buildings. Therefore, the melting of snow in the city is no longer annoying, but has become an alternative landscape.

The black carriage with the Wendell family emblem drove across the Imperial Capital Avenue, and the wheels squeaked on the wet stone pavement. Grand Duke Peidinan Wendell sat in the carriage and looked at the scene on the road through the opening on the window cover.

It was early morning, and the sun had just illuminated the streets. In the past, pedestrians could hardly be seen moving on the streets at this o'clock, but Duke Peidinan's sight showed many groups of civilians - wearing thick gray clothes, felt hats or wool hats, walking forward in one direction. In the cold wind of early spring, these people were shaking slightly, but still rushing with no stop.

"Are the workers of the textile factory..." Duke Pei Dinnan murmured in a low voice, "Go out so early."

The butler who had followed him for many years sat in the seat opposite the carriage. The loyal old friend explained: "In order to encourage new factories, His Majesty issued a favorable decree that vehicles carrying cotton can enter the city in the early morning without tax collection, so the work time of the textile mill is very early."

"Just start work one hour earlier..."

The old duke muttered and couldn't help but look out the window again.

He saw more textile mill workers walking out of their homes and heading towards the factory, and saw vehicles hanging from the empire and the emblem of the craftsmanship association hurried past. They were the big carts transporting magic net parts...

On Platinum Avenue, he saw an ancient warehouse that had been razed to the ground, the building belonged to Viscount Morris, and the Viscount had decided to build a spinning factory on the land originally occupied by the warehouse; on Iron Lily Street, he saw a high-rise chimney that was rolling smoke, which was the newly built stone acid chemical factory that could be used as fertilizer...

The scorched smoke and dust floating out of the chimney of the tartaric acid chemical factory can almost be smelled here - of course, Duke Pei Dinnan knew that this was just his own illusion.

The chimney is a hundred meters high, and the smoke emitted will only dissipate in the sky and will not affect the ground.

But the Duke couldn't help but frown.

Factory, magic net, boiler, tall chimney, and the lively "investment era"... It seemed like it emerged overnight, and suddenly it was everywhere, as if everyone was participating, and it seemed that everyone was happy.

The old duke who had been in the core circle of the empire for most of his life had never seen anything that would suddenly develop like this. He thought he was not a conservative, but these new things that were emerging... always gave him a very uncomfortable feeling.

"Recently, even the things discussed in the noble parliament have become what the construction of factories and cotton bills have become," Grand Duke Pedinan said, shaking his head, "the textile factory run by Viscount Hemil has attracted a lot of people to invest."

"After all, the new textile mills have a lot of fabrics and good," said the housekeeper. "I heard that Mrs. Mira wanted to open a textile mill, but she couldn't buy a machine - the machine was not enough."

"I've seen the fabric they woven," Duke Peidinan said with some disdain, "It's quite solid, but unfortunately it's very rough and has no taste at all."

The housekeeper spread his hands: "...but for ordinary people, that's a good fabric, sir."

Duke Pei Dinnan frowned. After a brief silence, he could only sigh slightly: "Probably I'm old."

"You are still an important pillar of this country," said the housekeeper, "His Majesty the Emperor needs you."

Pei Dinan did not respond to the butler's words. He just looked forward. The majestic palace walls of Obsidian Palace were already in front of him.

It is said that several special envoys came to the imperial capital. These envoys brought news from the south of the mainland and had a noble status. His Majesty the Emperor suddenly summoned himself to the palace, which should be for this reason.

The empire is growing and everything seems to be developing rapidly.

However, for some reason, Pei Dinnan Wendell always felt a faint uneasiness.

Obsidian Palace.

This majestic palace stands there as always, standing in the center of this empire. Although it is only the "New Palace" built two hundred years ago, the deep tones and solemn and steady style of the palace still have a sense of solemnity that it seems to be able to stand for thousands of years. After entering this palace, Pei Dinnan's originally gloomy and uneasy mood gradually calmed down.

He walked towards the reception room where the emperor was, and a crisp knock between his boots and the marble slabs made, and as he passed by the "Nightingale Hall", his steps stopped.

An old magician dressed in a black robe with a gloomy expression and a gloomy temperament came over from the opposite side. An unpleasant rustling or squirming sound accompanied the footsteps of the old magician, while a young female mage who looked only in her early twenties followed behind the old mage.

"Good morning, sir."

The old mage stopped not far away and bowed his head to greet him slightly. His voice was hoarse, as if even his vocal cords began to corrode.

Duke Peidinan nodded slightly with the reserve and pride that the top nobles should have, and said politely according to the courtesy that the great magician in front of him should receive: "Master Daniel, good morning."

The two were about to pass by, but Pei Dinnan suddenly spoke again: "Master Daniel, I'm glad to see you willing to return to this place - Ms. Windsor? Ms. Mapel must be the same."

"I'm very happy, too."

The old magician and his students walked away, and Duke Peidinan looked at their backs disappearing deep in the corridor and couldn't help but shake his head slightly.

Ms. Windsor Mapel's mentor, former member of the Royal Mage Society, the great magician Daniel Fred, was once a talented high-level wizard, but he was frustrated by research and failed promotion and changed his temperament and was exiled by himself. No one could have thought that such a person who left the highest magical institution of the Empire would come back one day. In recent times, this great magician has become a striking figure in the imperial capital. Not only has he shined in the Imperial Industry Association, but he has also become a guest of honor for many nobles. Those people seem to have forgotten the miserable appearance of Daniel Fred when he left the imperial capital many years ago. They all swarmed around just because they saw the amazing income of the textile factory.

Duke Pei Dinnan sighed at the ugly appearance of the little nobles when facing interests, and then walked through the corridor and came to the emperor's reception room.

After the announcement, the door of the reception room opened. Pei Dinnan Wendell walked into the room. He first saw Emperor Rosetta Augustus sitting in the main seat, and then his eyes fell on the slim and tall aliens.

Blonde hair and pointed ears, with slenderer and softer facial features than humans.

It is an elves, an elves from the Southern Silver Empire.

As expected, like the news I heard before, the empire welcomed a group of special "messengers", but why did these elves come?

It is not easy for them to come to Tifeng - it is a journey half of the continent!

Although some questions arose in his heart, Duke Peidinan did not show any unexpected expressions - he restrained all his thoughts in his heart, nodded politely to the elves, and then came to the Great Lord Rosetta: "Your Majesty, I will respond to your summons."

"Sit down, Pei Dinanqing," Rosetta Augustus nodded slightly, "As you can see, we have some guests—these elves bringing very important news."

Pei Dinan looked at the elves—every elves were extremely handsome. To be honest, face-blind humans were not even easy to distinguish between men and women when they saw the elves. Pei Dinan could only judge based on the other party's clothes to determine that the elf sitting opposite him was a lady: "Madam, I'm very happy to see you—I am Pei Dinan Wendell, the emperor's consultant."

"Shiva? Traveler, the messenger of the Queen of Silver Belsetia," the beautiful elf spoke--thankfully, it was really a lady, "We shoulder an important mission: the Silver Empire conveys the most urgent warning to the nations of mankind, and the situation of the grand wall is not good."

Pei Dinnan Wendell's eyes instantly condensed.

After a brief conversation, Pei Dinnan learned about the purpose of these elves and the current situation.

These elves are here to warn the nations of mankind that they kept the covenant seven hundred years ago - although it was an ancient thing for mankind - brought the latest news about the Magnificent Wall. According to them, the deterioration of the Magnificent Wall has reached an extremely serious situation, even exceeding the extent that the Silver Empire can handle, and the disturbing movement in winter... is only the beginning of a series of catastrophic events in the future.

As a top noble in Tifeng, Pei Dinnan certainly knew the abnormal movement of the barrier in winter - any country that connects the magnificent wall can observe the abnormal movement. The flashes and sounds that lasted for three days made the people on the border nervous. The western part of the empire even entered a state of martial law for this time. The Winter Wolf Legion also sent a force to the western border to guard against the movements on the wasteland. Fortunately, all this was a false alarm and the worst thing did not happen.

Now the Elf's Messenger has come here and brought the most disturbing truth: it is not a false alarm.

"We paid a huge price - the elves sacrificed twelve magicians and nearly a hundred rangers, and the Kaoling Kingdom sacrificed one third of the mountain corps, and then successfully restarted the Sentinel Tower," the elves said in a calm tone, "but if it is damaged again, it may not be enough to fill in many lives."

It was not a false alarm, it was a real disaster.

Something bad has happened - it just didn't happen to Tifeng.

Pei Dinnan Wendell suddenly felt a huge pressure, but he knew that the elf lady in front of him did not have any alarmist or thoughts of putting pressure on him. According to his understanding of the elf, the other party should just be stating the facts: this fact does not require any exaggeration at all, it is already disturbing enough.

He thought for a moment, looked at Emperor Rosetta again, and then looked at the elf: "What can we... do?"
Chapter completed!