This is a wonderful and fun journey.

At least so far.

Matilda sat in a comfortable and spacious seat with an impeccable dignity, quietly watching the mountains of the Cecil Empire gradually retreating outside the car window, the wind and snow had weakened a lot, the scenery outside began to become wide and distinct, and the interior of the car was surrounded by soothing music, beautiful scenery, music, just the right temperature environment, and the abundant food stored on the train, making this long-distance trip in winter particularly comfortable.

Even so comfortable that people forget that they are sitting inside a giant steel beast, forget that they are galloping in the cold winter wilderness of Cecil at a speed far beyond the galloping horse.

A young man with short golden hair, young face, but particularly mature and calm temperament was sitting opposite Matilda. He noticed that the exotic princess in front of him seemed to be in good interest, and showed a faint smile, with a little pride in his tone: "How is the experience of traveling on the magic train?"

Matilda retracted her gaze looking out the window and looked at the young man opposite her.

This young man named Philip had a surprising identity. He was so young, but in fact he was already one of the military commanders of the Cecil Empire. He commanded the most powerful ground legion of the Cecil Empire, and the main force of this legion... is now located in the Changfeng Defense Line.

The envoys led by such an important military commander to welcome and "escort" Princess Tifeng, were of equal status and completely in line with etiquette norms.

Matilda smiled.

“A great experience,” she said with a smile, “and we also saw the best view.”

Philip also laughed.

With the proper arrangement of the reliable General Maryland and the efforts of units at all levels in Changfeng area, the princess in front of him has indeed only only the scenery to see since he entered Cecil.

"To be honest, this level of travel experience is not new to me," Matilda continued. "What's new is that it all depends on magic machines. In the past, relying on the power of a mage, it was not difficult to achieve such a huge vehicle to quickly pass through the wilderness, or maintain a comfortable travel environment in a harsh environment, but magic technology can use lifeless steel to achieve these forces that should be controlled by mages, which I never imagined.

"In Tifeng, most nobles agreed with the power of magic machines and welcomed the emerging magic trains and various factories very much, but there were still some conservative mages who didn't like these things - they always said that the operation of machines lacked souls."

"This is different from us," Philip laughed. "We feel that there is another soul in the machine, which is hidden in the rotating gears and moving pistons, only lubricating grease and surging magic. It is the loyal friend of human beings."

"...so magic technology first appeared in Cecil, and it also developed the fastest on this land," Matilda said with a hint of emotion. "I have always been interested in magic technology. I love it even more than traditional spells. Unfortunately, Tifeng still has a long way to go in this regard."

This is a programmatic modesty rhetoric, and Philip is very clear about this, so he just smiled faintly and did not respond to anything positively.

After all, commercial bragging is not the area he is good at...

A black-haired middle-aged male aristocrat sitting next to Matilda also joined the topic: "I am also concerned about magic technology. To be honest, I am even investing in it and studying it. This is really a very expensive cause. From this point of view, I admire the Cecils - you are the ones who dare to pay the price to gain benefits, and are full of adventure."

Matilda glanced at the male nobleman - Earl Duller is one of the "progressive nobles" who are most passionate about the field of magic technology. He owns the largest plantation in the north and has also invested in several large-scale textile mills and spinning mills. His role in the mission actually represents to some extent the aristocratic groups of Aldernan who are concerned about magic technology and try to discover more commercial value from magic technology.

Thinking of this, the Princess Tifeng nodded in agreement: "Building factories and R&D machines is indeed huge, but the returns are indeed amazing - so it can attract more and more nobles and merchants to become investors. Is this the same thing in Cecil?"

"…Of course." Philip smiled and nodded.

The train was running in the wilderness. Outside the window, the undulating ridge line was almost at the end, and it seemed that it was about to enter the plain in front.

But Matilda couldn't help but recall the "of course" that Philip finally answered herself. For some reason, she always instinctively felt that this word contained more profound meanings, but she couldn't grasp the root cause for a while.

At this moment, the train finally rushed out of the mountains. After the huge rock wall flashed, there was an endless plain in front of it, and the scene outside the car window suddenly became wider.

At the junction between the plain and the end of the mountain range, on a natural high ground, a huge stone tablet stands beside the railway line. There seems to be a wall around the stone tablet to block it. Nearby it seems to be a maintenance and monitoring station for the railway line.

As soon as Matilda noticed the unusual building, she was about to wonder why such a striking thing was set up in the wilderness, she suddenly heard a loud and high whistle sound from the top of the carriage and echoed on the vast plain.

This made her stunned: Why did she suddenly honk? Are there stops or interlaced trains here?

While confusion surged into her heart, she and the surrounding messengers were surprised to see the Cecils in the carriage standing up at the same time, including the young army commander, the noble knights, turned the officers out of the car window and stared at the huge stone tablet standing at the end of the mountain range, solemn and solemn, as if they were paying tribute.

The envoys of Tifeng were startled when the Cecils around them stood up at the same time, and even felt nervous. At this moment, they were only confused. The solemn faces made them wonder whether they should ask or not. They could only wait for more than ten seconds in confusion. It was not until Philip and others sat down that Matilda couldn't help but ask: "General Philip, may I ask this..."

"Did you notice that stone tablet?" Philip asked calmly at Matilda.

"Yes, I noticed-and was about to ask."

"The railway line under your feet was built after the end of the Jingcun War and was urgently extended and built on the basis of the original Baisha Mining Railway," Philip said slowly. "In order to send food and security forces into the East in a timely manner and prevent the subsequent impact of the Jingcun War from creating large-scale famine and chaos in the East, the construction period of this line must be compressed until the end of winter.

"In order to quickly pass through the most complex Bessel Mountains, the Third Construction Corps used large-scale geological shaping spells, including the mage group urgently drawn from the Old King Capital, and large-scale engineering machinery that could release fossils into clay.

“When breaking through the Kalin Pass, a hidden mana focus caused the spell to lose control and the mountain wall collapsed.

"Thirty-seven people were buried below, including seven mages and twenty workers."

Matilda opened her eyes slightly, and Count Duller subconsciously spoke: "So that is to commemorate the wizards who died..."

"It is to commemorate all the sacrifices," Philip looked at the eyes of Count Dulle, "The collapsed rock walls swallowed the victims, and the aftermath of the spell caused the flesh and blood of man to merge together, and we could not separate them at all. We transported the huge rocks that fused flesh and blood out of the pass, shaped a monument, and placed them at the end of the Kalin Pass, which they had tried to break through but failed - facing the Baiser Mountain Range, staring at the eastern plains.

"It is a habit on this route when the train whistles after passing through the Kalin Pass and soldiers pay tribute when passing through the monument."

Matilda listened quietly and seriously, and her expression did not seem to have changed much.

The messengers from Tiphon all listened quietly, some seemed confused, and some seemed to be thinking.

The great investment noble from Aldernan, the black-haired and black-bearded Earl Duller couldn't help looking out the window, looking at the direction where the monument had gone, and couldn't help muttering in the sound of the car whistle that seemed to be still lingering in his ears:

"That's a big monument...even if the mage takes action, it's not easy to build."

Maybe it's enough to build another textile factory.

Matilda listened to Count Dulle's moaning and watched the plains of Cecil quickly retreat outside the train.

A foreign country...

...

The wind from the extreme northern seas blew across the towering mountains, rolling the snow between the mountains. The dragon's flag fluttered high on the heavy spire of Longlin Fort, and the end of the flag faced the south and floated endlessly.

"The candidates for the messenger group have been decided and will set out soon," said Baloger, the Dragon Blood Grand Duke, standing on the wide stone terrace of Longlin Castle, overlooking the snowy country, and saying to the court officials beside him, "Sir Goros, you must be foolproof."

"The mission will be completed, your majesty." Sir Golos said in a deep voice.

Baloger nodded, and said leisurely: "We have indeed been closed in this bitter and cold mountain for too long. The world outside the mountain is worth a look.

"Just treat it as the eyes of the principality, and go and observe the Cecil Empire and see what extraordinary things are there in them.

"It's also considered that we 'exiles'... have not disappointed Tallond's kindness."

"Tarrond..." Sir Golosh's eyes changed slightly, "How long will we wait..."

"From the beginning, this is a near-permanent wait," said Grand Duke Balogel slowly, "Only our patience will last with a hopeless attitude."

“…Yes, Your Majesty.”

Baloger was silent for a moment, withdrew his gaze, looked at the trusted court minister beside him, and suddenly smiled slightly: "Talk about it, you and your daughter have not met for a long time, right?"

"...I saw it once five years ago," Sir Goloss said with a little helplessness and a little embarrassed, "The nonsense child... She is really unruly in the human world."

"It is normal for young people to be more reckless or rebellious. Didn't you jump over the Dragon Leap Cliff when you were young?" Grand Duke Baloger shook his head with a smile, "Just treat it as a short trip to the human world. After traveling for decades or hundreds of years, you will probably come back after you have enough fun."

Sir Golos was silent for a moment and sighed: "...I hope so."

...

The cold wind blew, and Maggie, who was walking next to the flight test field, suddenly couldn't help but sneeze, and felt a strange chill surge in her heart.

Rebecca, who was walking beside him, immediately glanced at the dragon friend curiously: "Hey? What's wrong? Have you caught a cold?"

"No...it shouldn't be," Maggie rubbed her nose hard, feeling a little strange in her heart, "I just suddenly felt a little cold and couldn't help but sneeze."

"Isn't it really too cold to catch a cold?"

"Definitely not," Maggie shook her head with certainty. "The dragon descendants are very strong, especially not afraid of the cold. I have grown up in a colder place than here since I was a child. When winter is the coldest, we even wear single clothes to play "ice road speeding", which is a cold sport."

Rebecca's eyes lit up suddenly and she became very interested: "Ice Road Speeding? What is that?"

"Ah, it's a small game that is popular among the dragon children," probably because he remembered the interesting things in childhood, Maggie couldn't help laughing. "The main way to play is to stuff yourself into a solid bucket, roll down from the top of the mountain along the pre-cut ice path, and go to the foot of the mountain to see who is the first to stand up - by the way, if you vomit, you will lose your qualifications, even if you are the first to stand up."

Rebecca: “…Wow!”

Sonia, who was walking on the other side, stared at Maggie with a strange look: "You people from the Duchy of Holy Dragon... have played with this kind of thing since they were young?"

Maggie thought for a while and shook her head: "Of course not all children play like this."

Sonia then breathed a sigh of relief: "I just said..."

"Girls are the way I talk about playing - boys don't need buckets."

Sonia: "?"
Chapter completed!