The lights and runes on the surface of various magic equipment were flickering constantly, and a low buzzing sound came from the magic net from the base of the laboratory. A stream of light passed by the surface of the recording device not far away. Then Carmire came to the young researcher Cohen Bell.

"The auxiliary equipment is ready, Cohen," the great arcane buzzed, "prepare for the third connection experiment."

The young technician on the chair nodded: "I'm ready."

As he said, he raised his head and looked at the pea not far away because of curiosity, and squeezed his eyes: "Looking well on the side is the real use of nerve thorns."

After a period of time, almost everyone in this laboratory has become familiar with Pea.

Pea blinked and saw two more assistants stepping forward. One of them opened a device next to Cohen's seat. It looked like a terminal used to connect other magic devices. It looked like a cylinder with a rune flashing at the top. The other assistant came behind Cohen, pulled out the nerve thorn on the back of the other's neck, and pulled out a "cable" similar to the artificial nerve cable from the cylindrical device, and brought it closer to the end of the nerve thorn.

"Awareness extension project, the third connection test, each unit pays attention to recording data."

Carmire reminded the members of the team next to him, and then nodded to the laboratory assistant standing beside Cohen, who then connected the nerve thorn and the artificial nerve cable extending from the cylinder. The terminal extending from the end of the nerve thorn seemed to come alive in this moment, immediately entangled with the corresponding structure on the nerve thorn and connected to the whole.

The next second, Pea saw the young researcher's body tense for a moment, and many magic equipment in the entire laboratory heard a whistling sound almost at the same time, unknown instruments were buzzing, and nearby recording equipment instantly spit out long hole-punched paper tapes, and the lights in the entire laboratory seemed to be affected and began to flicker.

Carmier and Pitman were nervously watching Cohen, who was the tester. Watching each other forcibly recovering from calmness after the initial spasm and gradually regaining their ability to communicate with the outside world, Pitman stepped forward: "Cohen, can you hear it?"

"Many voices... overlap..." Cohen reluctantly opened his eyes and looked at Pittman standing in front of him, "feeling...chaotic...but it seems...no, I can't control it..."

With the last scream from all the equipment, the light at the top of the metal cylinder standing next to the seat dimmed instantly, and the connection terminals of the artificial nerve cord and nerve thorn also disconnected themselves. The lights in the laboratory suddenly became dimmed and returned to normal little by little - and Cohen Bell, who was sitting on the chair, had already sweated coldly.

"Don't move first," Pitman pressed Cohen's shoulder, "check the situation first."

After the temporary physical examination, Pittman and Carmier confirmed that the tester was not injured. Then Pittman shook his head and sighed: "It's still not successful..."

"But it's a little 25 seconds longer than the last time," Carmier buzzed, "this little 25 seconds is enough to let us record more data."

"That's true... these data should have some reference significance," Pittman smacked his lips and looked at Cohen Bell, who had a little frustration on his face. "Is this connection different from before? What did you see when it was finally interrupted?"

"There is basically no change. After connecting, you can instantly feel that your perception has been greatly expanded, but there are countless difficult-to-distinguish... impurities. The information from the auxiliary equipment has not been completely converted into harmless control signals, but has become something I can't understand..." Cohen frowned, as if he didn't know how to describe his feelings for a moment. Finally, he said a word he thought was barely fit, "As a kind of 'perception' that I can't understand."

"As the guess we put forward in the last meeting, the human perceptual boundary will fall into chaos when directly contacting 'unfamiliar cognition'. Our brain cannot understand how a magic network terminal 'thinks'... This is not simply a problem of brain-computer translation," Carmier shook his head. "The connection between the nerve thorns and the brain is deeper than traditional artificial nerve cords, so that the barrier between the brain and the machine becomes increasingly blurred. This 'fuzzy' is the biggest difficulty at present."

"Is it really too early to let the brain control the machine directly..." Pittman touched the sparse beard on his chin, "But fortunately, the experiment of directly controlling the magic terminal with nerve thorns was quite smooth... It can be said that the troubles during this period have not been wasted."

But Pea didn't understand what advanced technical concepts Carmier and Pittman were discussing. She just lay on the isolation railing next to the experimental area, poked her neck and looked at Cohen Bell who was wiping sweat, her eyes wide open: "Uncle Cohen, is this what you asked me to look at? You look a little embarrassed..."

Cohen Belt was immediately hit even more and subconsciously pressed his hand on his forehead. A researcher next to him couldn't help but tease: "Let you stop showing off your own slightest - let a little girl laugh at it."

Pea stared at the researcher who spoke, her eyes full of dissatisfaction. She was almost adult, and she was very sensitive to others' attitude towards children. At this time, she immediately muttered: "Who said I am a little girl? I'm going to be adult in two years! And what is ridicule? I mean to be honest, Uncle Cohen has no objection, right? Uncle Cohen? By the way, Uncle Cohen, your face is still a little pale. Are you feeling uncomfortable when you sweat too much? Do you want it..."

Pea started to stumble and said, without any breathless way of speaking, the parties involved had no room for interruption, so Carmier and Pittman, who were standing aside, couldn't help but take a step back. Pittman muttered in a low voice: "Why didn't we think about installing a switch for her at that time..."

Carmire flashed twice, buzzing: "...I'm careless."

...

"Daughter? Do you already have a daughter?" The red-haired dragon descended wide in surprise, looking at the former leader who had been away from for twenty years, but soon she realized, "Ah, that's right, it's been twenty years. As a human being, it's a long time. You should start a family... But after thinking about this, do you have children now? You have just learned to speak?"

"Ah, my situation is a bit... complicated," Byron immediately realized that there was ambiguousness in his words, and quickly waved his hand. When he wanted to explain, he realized that his fate with Pea was so special. He couldn't help but smile with emotion, "It's my adopted child, who is fifteen years old this year. As for just learning to speak... it's because she has been a mute for many years."

"Mutous?" Asarena was even more surprised, and she couldn't help but feel more curious in her tone, "Is it... cured?"

Byron glanced at Asharena, and a hint of pride suddenly appeared on his face: "It is a miracle brought by magic technology."

"Magic technology..." Asarena frowned slightly, repeated the word softly, and said with a hint of thought, "This word has also been recently passed on to the Duchy of Holy Dragon. It is said that... it is the basis for the sudden rise of the Cecil Empire. This time we went south, a considerable part of the factors that were also to see this brand new thing with our own eyes."

"There is more than magical technology in this land," Byron smiled and proud. "You have been away for twenty years, but you have missed all the upside down. Now you are just about to return to the southern border. Believe me, everything there will be stunned."

As he said that, he raised the wine glass in his hand. In the crystal clear crystal glass container, the dark red wine reflected the light: "Welcome to Cecil."

Asarena raised her glasses, and the crisp sound of collision came from mid-air. After taking a sip of the high-end wine, the red-haired dragon descended and couldn't help but smile and shook his head: "I really miss the days when everyone used oak cups to fill inferior beer in a cheap bar... The inferior wine mixed with water was so unpalatable, but the cups could be touched together as much as possible."

Byron smiled, then secretly glanced at Victoria, who was talking to Sir Golos not far away, and quietly approached Asharena with her upper body and whispered: "You must be interested. After returning to Winter Castle, I will invite you to drink something more exciting - do we know about our Cecil's frost resistance potion? Fifty-two-degree sauce-flavored type, holding the bucket, that exciting..."

"I feel deeply looking forward to it," Asarena also moved her upper body closer and whispered with a smile, "But now let me tell me about your experience over the years. What is your adopted daughter's name? What kind of child is it?"

Byron couldn't help but laugh happily: "She's called Pea, that's a good kid..."

...

In the eastern part of the mainland, night has already shrouded Aldernan.

A nobleman in an inner court in a dark coat hurriedly walked through the deep and deep corridor of the Obsidian Palace. The light of the magic crystal stone lamp shone on his face, which had slightly oozed out of fine sweat beads. The crisp sound of leather boots treading on the ground moved in front of the pillars and doors, and finally came to the gate of Rosetta Augustus's bedroom.

Wearing black light armor and holding a battle blade, the inner court guards turned to the side and stopped the inner court noble: "Lord Bomeier, your Majesty is ready to rest, and you do not have the right to enter the inner palace at this time."

The inner court noble, known as Lord Bommier, looked at the guard in front of him, his face was a little abnormally pale, as if his muscles were tense due to excessive tension, and more fine beads of sweat oozed out from his forehead. Such abnormal behavior made the fully armed guards more alert.

"I...I have something important to report to Your Majesty immediately," Lord Bomeier said with an almost pleading attitude, "very important. This matter is really important. It may be too late!"

The inner court guard looked at the man in front of him, and nodded after briefly thinking: "Lord, I can retell it on my behalf."

"No, I can't say it now...I may only have one chance to speak, I must tell Your Majesty myself..." Lord Bomeier grabbed the hem of his clothes with great force, as if he was staring from behind him by something terrifying. He seemed to be using great courage to fight a sense of fear that originated from instinctive, but he still insisted on meeting Rosetta Augustus, "Please go in and inform him, at least let Your Majesty know that I have been here..."

The two guards at the door looked at each other with some embarrassment: "Lord, please don't let us..."

But as soon as the guard said halfway, he was interrupted by a sudden sound from behind the gate. A gentle but indisputable female voice said behind the door: "Let him come in - this is the order of your Majesty."

Hearing this voice, the guard immediately stood up and responded solemnly: "Yes, Miss Diana."

Then, the gate of the inner court, which was blocked by magic, quietly slid to both sides, and the guard at the door nodded to Lord Bomeier: "You can go in."

Lord Bomeier stepped across the gate, and behind the heavy and gorgeous gold-inlaid gate, he saw a young woman with black hair and black eyes, dignified and gentle appearance, but expressionless face standing beside him, wearing the dress of the highest maid, and her eyes were quietly falling on him.

This is the royal maid in the Obsidian Palace, the highest female official in the inner court, a "maid" - but here, this "maid" symbolizes part of the mouthpiece of Emperor Rosetta.

"Thank you for your help, Miss Diana..." Bommier said.

"No need," said the Royal Maid indifferently, and while taking steps, he raised his right hand slightly and pointed forward, "Please follow me, your Majesty is already waiting for you."
Chapter completed!