Although winter is not over yet, the cold wind is still blowing outdoors from time to time, but the sunshine these days is particularly sunny.

On clear weather days, Patty's favorite thing is to stay where the sun can shine, listen to the maid telling stories to herself in a rare body soothing, or watch those interesting Magic Net shows.

There are many interesting things on the Magic Net, including stories about the distance, unheard of knowledge, and novel and interesting magical creations. Recently, the smart people in Cecil City have also made something called "magic drama".

That is a drama performed on Magic Net terminal, and more and more people are talking about it recently.

Patty had never been to the theater. When she was just about to be able to watch the show with her parents, she lost the opportunity to go out, but she still watched the show. Her mother once invited the best nearby theater troupe to perform classic comedy in the castle, and Patty could no longer remember what that show was about.

She failed to hold on until the scene was finished, and was sent to the doctor by the maid and the butler.

But just from those fragmented childhood memories, she still feels that the drama she saw at the beginning is definitely not as interesting as the "Magic Movie Drama" on the Magic Network terminal.

The sunlight quietly sprinkled into the room, outlining a warm and bright area in the room. Patty sat happily in her small wheelchair, looking at the Magic Net terminal not far away without blinking. In the holographic projection above the terminal, immigrants who had suffered hardships and finally arrived at the southern port safely were supporting each other and walking down the springboard. The port personnel in the uniform of the sheriff were maintaining order.

This is the third time she has seen this scene.

The close maid stood quietly beside him, and the gentle lady looked at the scene in front of her with a smile. When the witch appeared in the picture, she heard the little lady's excited voice: "Miss Witch lives in Cecil City, right? Will she really welcome travelers in the port?"

"It's just a show, Miss Patty," said the maid with a smile, "but Miss Witch does live in Cecil."

"It's so good..." Patty couldn't help but sigh softly, "I want to go to Cecil City, too..."

"When you are in better health, you may have a chance." The maid said gently.

"...I still can't, mom will worry," Patty shook her head gently, and then her attention returned to the Magic Movie Drama, "Are you all watching this? Will there be a new Magic Movie Drama?"

"Yes, everyone is watching. The lady has screened it for everyone in the castle three times. Everyone in the castle has seen it. There are more and more people outside the castle. Many people have watched it more than once. As for whether there will be a new magic drama... I don't know, but there should be some."

"It's so good..." Patty sighed again, "Do you like watching too? Do you like that Mr. Knight?"

The personal maid thought for a while and nodded with a smile: "That Mr. Knight? Of course, many people like him, and I like him too, but my favorite is the textile worker..."

"Why?"

"Because I have a sister, she is a textile worker," said the maid, "she works in the factory now."

The maid answered patiently, but the little girl had many questions: "Is the mechanical ship really that big? Can you live on the ship for a month or two? Is it really that cold outside the castle? Why didn't the lord at the beginning share the charcoal with people who were about to freeze to death? He already has so much charcoal... When everyone is very hungry, they will really catch mice to eat? Is it still possible now? Why did the Knight see the sheriff run away after getting off the ship? He is obviously a good person..."

The maid looked at the girl in the wheelchair with some amusement and tears. She had answered some of these questions more than once.

But she bent down again and patiently explained from the beginning.

...

In the long hall of the ancient castle, Viscount Glen, who had high cheekbones and tall figure, had returned to his former beauty, stood in front of the steps and welcomed Gao Wen and his party who were visiting here.

When Duke Gaowen became His Majesty Gaowen, this ordinary visit became meaningful. Although His Majesty's new policy has been promoting a system of streamlining etiquette norms and reducing the cost of rituals, as a well-educated noble lady, Roppenni Glen still strives to behave properly and meticulously within the scope permitted by the system.

"Salute to you, my supreme Majesty," the virgin lifted his skirt and bowed to salute. The attendants and knights in the castle were arranged neatly on both sides of the long blanket, like two neat rows of sculptures, "You have made this castle glory."

"Actually, there is no need to trouble this way when I came to visit last time, the etiquette was much simpler," Gao Wen nodded in response with a smile, and his tone was relaxed, "Just treat it as a friend to visit."

"I am honored but the necessary etiquette is always required," Viscount Penny Rowe straightened his waist and a sincere smile appeared on the face that was once always tense. "The rest room has been arranged for your entourage, and dinner has been prepared, of course, it is completely in line with the regulations of the Government Affairs Department."

"That's good, thank you for your hard arrangement," Gao Wen nodded, "Is Patty in the room?"

"Here, she should be watching the magic drama at this time, with a maid accompanying her," replied the viscount, "Do you want to see her first? I'll send someone to..."

"No, she is in poor health, I'll go find her," Gao Wen interrupted the Viscount's words and said with a smile, "She hasn't seen me, Uncle Gao Wen, for a long time. I wonder if it would be a surprise for her today."

"Of course she has mentioned you more than once recently," the viscount's smiled at the corner of her eyes. "She really hopes you can continue to tell her those stories."

Gao Wen was silent for less than a second and said softly: "Is that... that's great."

...

The network of the mind, the city of dreams, the central temple.

In the magnificent conference hall, the archbishops gathered at the round table depicting many mysterious symbols (decorative lighting effects). Pope Mergol III, who appeared in the form of an astral polymer, was suspended in the middle of the hall. In a solemn atmosphere, a key meeting was underway.

"...This is all the exploration," Archbishop Yuri's voice echoed in the hall. In front of him, the memory projections restored with the power of the mind were presenting several key images in the Phantom Town. "There is no need to be repeated about the various strange properties of the Phantom Town, and I believe everyone has done a lot of research in these fields. This time, what we should mainly pay attention to is the situation where the priest of the "upper narrator" possesses the "divine art".

"At present, we can at least be sure that the 'divine art' cast by the projection priest can take effect in the Phantom Town and can effectively attack the minds of us 'real people'. This is a proof that the power of the upper narrator is sublimated and close to the gods.

"The 'Divine Descendant' released by the projection priest failed. Although the most likely reason is that his 'projection essence' causes him to be unable to release such a high-level magic, or because the Phantom Town is isolated from the Sandbox No. 1, it is not ruled out that the upper narrators in the Sandbox No. 1 have not yet been fully formed or unexpected situations have occurred..."

The starlight aggregates above the hall were swelling and squirming, and the voice of Mergol III came into the minds of everyone on the scene: "Article Yuri, Archbishop Magnan, you were almost contaminated by the upper narrators in the process of calibrating your mind. According to your own experience, do you think the upper narrators have already peeked out of the outside of the sandbox during this pollution? Did it extend part of its own body to that small town?"

"...I don't think so, Pope's Crown," Yuri thought for a moment, shook his head and said, "though that kind of pollution is difficult to prevent, it is still a projection in essence, and after the pollution fails, it has no 'activity'. It should not have a connection with the upper narrator in the sandbox One."

"The Phantom Town has now completely disappeared," Archbishop Magnan also stood up and said, "I 'flushed' with the spiritual storm several times later. The subsequent monitoring can confirm that the data area has been completely cleared. In theory, there is no need to worry about it anymore."

"The Phantom Town disappeared, and Sandbox No. 1 is still there," a low and hoarse female voice sounded. A beautiful and mature woman in a long black dress stood up and looked at the pope in the air. "Uncle, it seems that we must take some risks. The danger of the 'monster' nurtured by Sandbox No. 1 has exceeded the limit. It is no longer meaningful to continue to maintain the status quo of the sandbox. We... need to 'active disposal' on Sandbox No. 1."

Archbishop Magnan glanced at the woman in a black dress. Her ears were pointed and longer than humans, and she showed the characteristics of a elves mixed race, at least, her virtual image was like this.

Magnan nodded slightly: "I agree with Archbishop Miyue's view. Entering the sandbox and facing and solving the problem is probably the only solution. Pope's Coronation, Archbishops, it's time for us to call our psychic choir and the Spirit Knights."

Yuri frowned, he opened his mouth and then said, "Our number of spirit knights is limited, maybe..."

Before Yuri finished speaking, a loud alarm suddenly interrupted him, and then a slightly nervous young woman's voice came into the hall: "This is a big hole outside the 16th district west of the surveillance team's dream city!"

The archbishops who were attending the meeting were shocked, and then figures disappeared into the hall in an instant. In an instant, the figures of the twenty-three archbishops came over the area where a large hollow appeared outside the Dream City.

In the magnificent and magnificent border area of ​​Dream City, a shocking crack broke through the outer barrier of the city, connecting a small part of the blocks with the vast wasteland outside the city. Inexplicable force rages in the crack area, tearing the blocks and wastelands involved, squeezed into a huge vortex with chaotic light and shadows. The gorgeous palace vaults, towering towers, and flat streets were all stirred into this terrifying vortex, spinning wildly in the "big hole" and whistling endlessly!

The Archbishops floated over this "big hole", staring at the spinning fragments of light and shadow, and the expression on each face was particularly ugly.

They could see that a large number of congregations gathered outside the torn block, and in the huge vortex that rotated, there were probably believers involved in it...

This is no longer a problem that can be solved by performing one or two memory cleaning and area reset.

Archbishop Magnan's short red hair stood up, he looked at Yuri, his tone was extremely solemn, and his voice was as always: "Article Yuri, we must assemble our troops immediately."

"As you said," Yuri took a deep breath, "we must assemble the troops."

Selena Gerfen floated quietly in the bishop's group, suddenly tilted his head slightly, muttering with a strange expression: "Get the troops..."

...

"At that time, we assembled our troops, and with just one order, everyone would come," Gao Wen sat next to Patty's wheelchair, with a gentle smile on his face, slowly telling the stories in his memory. "At that time, we didn't have enough food than now. Every time the army gathered, no matter how the lords hollowed out their assets, they could only get enough military rations for one or two months. Therefore, many knights and even the apprentices brought their own dry food. There was no gain in the war with the distorted ones, and everyone paid voluntarily."

Patty widened her eyes: "Just as my father once told me, 'Glory'?"

"Yes, the word "Glory Expedition" came from then on, meaning that everyone went to the battlefield not to plunder interests, but to fight for glory in their hearts. However, later this concept was destroyed by the corrupt and degenerate nobles and became a word used to beautify plundering."

Patty thought for a while and nodded: "...I seem to understand."
Chapter completed!