In the brightly lit R&D workshop, the prototype of the Steel Wings was redisassembled into components and spread out onto the platform and bracket.

On the lower edge of the huge pair of metal wings, the broken and twisted metal structure is particularly eye-catching.

With a jingling sound, Rebecca came out from under one of the giant wing structures, greasy on her face and a newly removed part in her hand.

"A magic capacitor used to balance the load burned out, which should be the main cause of the imbalance of the entire set of devices," Rebecca said to the technician beside him, "All other mechanical failures and deformation of the parts are caused by the crash."

Maggie walked up curiously and looked at the round cake-shaped part in Rebecca's hand: "What's the reason? Why did it suddenly become overloaded?"

"If I guessed correctly... it should be that the acceleration is too fast, so that the waste energy is accumulated too much and there is no time to release it. Then you just maneuvered too much, such as rolling at a high angle, and then exploded the magic capacitor," Rebecca frowned, "We really didn't consider this... Humans can't do such an operation at all, and the body will not be able to bear it. We still don't know enough about dragons..."

Rebecca was still muttering, but Maggie's expression was already awkward. She lowered her head with a hint of shame: "It's... it's my fault..."

Rebecca immediately shook his head: "No, this kind of failure during flight is a design problem itself - the magic capacitor has limited load, and we should add restrictions from the beginning. In fact, it is also good news - at least the failure is due to the design, and redesign and retest can be solved little by little. If it is a flaw in material strength, it will be a big problem."

Maggie is not an expert in magic technology, but after following Rebecca's research team for so long, she is no longer unfamiliar with relevant technical terms and concepts. She understands that everything is indeed as the other party said - design omissions can be corrected, which is always easier to break through than the material difficulties.

But there was still a trace of shame in her heart, because in the final analysis, the crash was caused by herself.

The feeling of embracing the blue sky was too charming, making it difficult for the young dragon descendants to control themselves. She knew that she was too intoxicated by that feeling, so she ignored the work of the Iron Wings at all times. There would definitely be some signs before the magic capacitor was overloaded. If she hadn't been addicted to the feeling of free flying at that time, she would not have made things as severely as crashed.

Although Rebecca is not very good at speculating on people's hearts, at least he can guess what Maggie is thinking. She waved her hand hard: "Don't think too much. The tester originally wanted to test out various limit data of the prototype. Equipment will inevitably be damaged during this process. It is better to find problems during the test flight than to cause accidents after mass production of the prototype in the future."

Speaking of this, Cecil Steel Pearl seemed to suddenly remember something, touched her chin and changed the subject: "And compared to me, you should think about how to apologize to Tyre..."

Maggie was stunned, with a confused look on her face: "Miss Tyre?"

"When I went back to dinner yesterday, I saw Tyre arching around the corridor, telling people everywhere that she was stabbed to death by an iron chin falling from the sky - this should be the second time you hit her, last time you smashed it with a Dragoon prototype..."

Maggie: "…"

...

The afterglow of the sunset shines among the mountains in the north, and the light golden light fills the ridgeline like a splash. The majestic Winter Fort stands on the top of ice and snow and rocks, overlooking the mountains and rivers of ice and snow. This is a completely different landscape from the south. It lacks much prosperity and enthusiasm, but it has a sense of magnificence and vastness that penetrates into the bones.

Byron, who was visiting this northern city for the first time, stood on the terrace that could overlook most of the city, his vision was filled with this magnificent scenery from the north. As a mercenary, he couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion, wanting to sigh at the vastness and magnificence of the empire-

“…There are so many mountains.”

After searching for the stomach and scraping, he found that he only had this sentence. In addition, he couldn't think of a few reliable words at all, Byron scratched his chin awkwardly, and suddenly felt that it might make sense for Philip to advise him to read more books - at least when he encountered such a scenery, he could describe it with more literary words...

At this moment, a voice suddenly came from behind, interrupting Byron's feelings and greatly enhancing his embarrassment: "General Byron, what were you just talking about?"

Byron turned his head a little stiffly, and saw that Duchess Victoria in white dress had come to the terrace at some point and looked at this side with suspicion. His lips trembled, his movements were extremely unnaturally scratched his face, and he smiled dryly: "Ahhh... I'm just talking to myself."

Victoria looked at Byron without any doubt, but nodded slightly: "The banquet hall is ready, it's time for you, the Imperial General, to show your face."

Byron's expression suddenly became a little stiff and seemed a little helpless, but in the end he didn't say anything and followed Victoria.

The envoy from the Duchy of Holy Dragon has not arrived yet, and tonight's banquet is for preliminary contact with the upper class in the north.

A general from the southern part of the Empire led a construction corps to the north to build a North Port and a series of facilities on the northern coastline. This is undoubtedly a major event. The existing nobles and new government affairs officials in the north obviously need to see who the general from the imperial capital was. For Byron, this kind of "conforming upper-class socialization" is not a pleasant thing.

In the brightly lit hall of Winter Fort, banquets have been set up, with precious wine and exquisite food filling the long tables. The band played light-paced music in the corner of the hall. The nobles in various dresses and the officials of the Government Affairs Department were randomly distributed in the hall, talking about strangers from the south and the about the North Port project that was about to begin.

Byron came to the hall under Victoria's leadership and dealt with these strange but influential people in the north.

Everyone was smiling, polite, with just the right gentleness and kindness, and welcomed the "Emperor's Will Speaker" with a sincere attitude.

Byron, wearing a dark blue Imperial General uniform with golden tassels and ribbons, walked in the hall accompanied by Victoria.

As a knight who was born in a mercenary, he was not good at this kind of "upper society" life, but as a soldier, he could maintain a cold personality with a stern face throughout the whole process, and would not be said to be a lack of etiquette.

Similarly, as a knight from a mercenary background, he is very good at observing his expressions and expressions under various circumstances.

He could clearly feel that most of the people here were on guard against him, a "outsider", and this did not surprise him at all.

After chatting with the Earl XX of unknown number, Byron temporarily left the scene on the grounds of being frustrated in the hall, went to the balcony to get some breath and take a rest at the same time.

Uncovered footsteps came from the direction of the banquet hall, and Byron turned around and saw Victoria Wilder coming here.

He shook the wine glass in his hand and said hello to the Duke of the North. Then he turned around and looked at the distant mountains that had gradually submerged in the darkness. He continued to sigh in his heart that there were so many mountains in this place.

The voice of the Duchess of Victoria came from the side: "General Byron, do you seem to be interested in the scenery of the North?"

"There are indeed more mountains here than in the south," Byron smiled, "and they are tall and majestic, impressive."

"The northern border is so mountainous that there are very few plains and even hills. Coupled with the cold climate, it is not as suitable for survival as in the south," Victoria said lightly. "The continuous snow-capped mountains are just magnificent scenery for foreigners, but are a symbol of bitter and cold for mountain residents. Since the founding of Ansu in the past, this land has not been very rich. It is not a grain-producing land or a commercial center. It is only equivalent to a snow-capped defense line to protect the northern gate of the kingdom - the relatively difficult living environment and the "Northern Barrier" position for centuries, making the northern people more brave and resolute than the people in other regions, but more difficult to deal with."

Byron didn't know the intention of the Duke's sudden mention of these things, but he had already unconsciously thought of the people in the banquet hall, so he showed a thoughtful look, but forgot to respond to the Duke's words.

Victoria himself didn't care and just continued, "General Byron, you will go to build North Port on the orders of His Majesty. This is not only about dealing with the cold wind and frozen soil, but also with people in this bitter and cold land. Do you want to hear what I think?"

"Of course," Byron curled his thoughts, "I will start the North Port project soon, and I must listen to your suggestions."

"North Port is a gateway, not only the gateway of the empire, but also the gateway of the northern border. For this cold and barren land, such a gateway is enough to bring great changes," said Duke Victoria calmly, with deep eyes and sincere tone. "If the North Ring Road route is successfully opened, a large part of the trade between the Empire and the Duchy of Holy Dragon, the Ogure Tribe, the Dwarf Kingdom and other countries will be completed through the North Port, which will change the current situation of the closed and poor state of the North. Thanks to the magic era brought by His Majesty, new technologies and new commerce can bring prosperity to such an insurable land in the North, but unfortunately, many northerners did not realize this in the early stage - this is something you must consider clearly."

"I understand what you mean," Byron nodded. "The North Port Development will bring prosperity here, but before seeing the real money, the locals will only feel that there are a bunch of outsiders messing around on their land and pointing fingers at their lives - indeed, this is a problem."

"But Your Majesty still chooses to send a southerner like you to build North Port instead of appointing the head from the local consuls in the north." Victoria looked at Byron and said slowly.

Byron listened to the other party's words and was silent for two seconds and suddenly smiled: "North Port is not just a civil port."

“… Someone commented that you are a rude person who has never read a book, but now I don’t seem to look like that.”

Byron raised his eyebrows: "I haven't read many books, but the mercenary's cunning and vision are not trained through books."

"...Your Majesty chose to send you here, and it was indeed thoughtful," Victoria seemed to smile, but her tone was still plain. "You are the first group of soldiers created by the Cecil order, and are typical of new officers - you strictly obey discipline and safeguard the interests of the empire, and give priority to following orders rather than aristocratic traditions. The production and construction corps you brought also follow the same principle. North Port must be built by people like you, not any northern consul, or even me - in this way, you can ensure that North Port belongs to the empire, not to the northern border."

"But you seem quite calm about this." Byron glanced at Victoria and said curiously.

"Your Majesty's choice is very correct, and I... when I chose the Cecil order, it was not based on impulse," Victoria responded calmly, "The old forces entrenched in various parts of the empire are thorns that are difficult to remove. In addition to the southern border, there are many places in this country that have not been completely rectified. Many old nobles still retain their influence, and it takes a long time to completely eliminate this influence. Grand Duke Bedevin and I know this, and have decided to fully support His Majesty's efforts to transform this country, so we will send our respective heirs to the imperial capital and respond to the Cross Artery Railway Plan as soon as possible.

"General Byron, I'm telling you all this today, just to allow you to complete your mission without distractions - North Port is the Empire Project, and the Wilder family will do their best to support it. Our family has reproduced and lived in this land for hundreds of years, and its impact on the North Port is very far-reaching. This is something I can't deny. From today on, all the people in the North Port influenced by the Wilder family will not become an obstacle to the North Port Project. I can assure you this."

Byron looked at Victoria deeply and said with a smile: "...so in other words, after the construction of North Port started, the local forces that still had obstruction... are not natives from Northland."

"In the bitter and cold remote areas, it is normal for bandits to harass the Construction Corps, and strangling bandits is also a matter of duty. The Wilder family will fully support these righteous acts," Victoria said lightly. She turned around and looked at the direction of the banquet hall with calm eyes. "Please rest assured, those who secretly make small moves will never dare to go to the stage, bandits will always be bandits. After a few hits, those restless people will be quiet."

Byron couldn't help but shake his head: "I'm afraid that before the completion of North Port, many people will secretly say that you have betrayed the people of the North."

"After the completion of North Port, they will be the ones who praise and support North Port," said Victoria with a expressionless face. "They will soon be shocked by the amazing scale of transnational trade and the power displayed by the empire in this process, and these people have basically no position in the face of interests."

"That's when it's the issue that you, the great consul, will consider," Byron said casually, "I am just a soldier, and I will only carry out orders from His Majesty. My mission is North Harbor and the fleet. On this basis, I will not go beyond one step."

Victoria nodded and said, "Also, although my reminder may be a bit redundant, as the Duke of the North, I still have to say something - I hope you can pay attention to your qualities. Some people who disrupt the order may just be civilians who are incited."

"Dude Victoria, I am a soldier," Byron looked into Victoria's eyes and said seriously, "It is my most basic responsibility to distinguish who is the enemy and who is the friend."

"Then I don't have any worries."
Chapter completed!