Yuri approached the wall on one side of the carriage. The freight carriage had no windows, but a breathable grille was opened in the hidden place. His eyes penetrated the gap between the iron plates and the iron plates. He saw that there was a thin mist on the platform at some point. The man in uniform was walking around in the background of the interweaving light and fog. A manager carrying a large number of keys was locking a fence door at the end of the platform.

Wendy's voice came from behind: "The 'stealer' has appeared several times before, but they were all cleared after triggering the key consciousness lock. This time, the mind that left the network 'disappeared' out of thin air before triggering the consciousness lock... It seems that all mental connections were directly blocked by some powerful force..."

Yuri retracted his gaze and looked at a figure in the dark, with a low voice: "It seems that the continuous abnormalities have aroused the alertness of Rosetta Augustus. If the Royal Mage Society takes action, it is not too difficult to block the mental connection..."

"What was expected was that the Royal Mage Society and Rosetta Augustus responded a little faster than we thought," Wendy whispered. "The key now is how much damage the 'whistleblower' will cause..."

"Most of the middle-level and above members have completed statistics and markings, and they have sent away two groups of people before. The situation is still under control," Yuri returned to the crate and said while thinking. "There will not be whistleblowers at the core level, and most of the people who are shaken are below the middle level... The information they have limited, and it is difficult for Rosetta Augustus to determine our detailed plan as soon as possible, so this train should still be safe... but the follow-up people must formulate a new route as soon as possible."

“Will the next train be cancelled?”

"Cancel away, no longer large-scale transfers," Yuri nodded, "Let the compatriots who stay here act in batches and cross the border scattered..."

While saying that, he couldn't help frowning and sighed: "It's a pity that the mind network can only operate in the basic mode now, and cannot monitor every node as sensitively and accurately as before. He can only react when the informant touches the consciousness lock... There will definitely be a large number of shakers who miss the network."

"It's all expected losses. We just need to keep the core personnel and information as much as possible," Wendy said slowly, then frowned, "But Daniel's side..."

"He should be safe - Daniel was just a middle-level priest two years ago, and there were very few people who usually deal with him. After being promoted to bishop, he started to engage in Aldernan. Due to the special activity area, his identity has always been highly confidential within the sect, and those who are insiders are reliable. However, he should also be reminded of him, after all, he is in Aldernan..."

A sudden ringing sound pierced the quiet night and interrupted Yuri's words.

The carriage became quiet for a moment, and an unspeakable feeling of tension and expectation filled the crowd. Someone approached the hidden breathing holes on the wall and looked at the situation outside through the gap between the iron plates.

The lights on the platform penetrated the mist, and the glow of magic projection appeared faintly in the mist. Someone blew a whistle deep in the mist. A sharp sound was transmitted from one end of the platform to the other end, while a faint tremor began to come from the bottom of the car, and the buzzing sound of the power ridge charging became more and more obvious.

The lights on the top of the relay pile changed from red to green, and the platform slowly retreated backwards. This heavy and huge industrial machine buzzed and started to slide on the rails faster and faster, accelerating towards the depths of the thin fog in the distance, plunging into the vast night...

...

Mary twisted the magic crystal lamp embedded in the wall, allowing the soft light to illuminate the living room. The darkness and faint starlight that had been filled with the living room were instantly dispelled by artificial lights, and the warm and bright atmosphere created a comfortable and secure feeling.

Then a voice suddenly came from the corner, almost shocking the young female mage who was about to hang her coat on the coat rack: "Why did you come back so late?"

"Teacher... aren't you asleep yet?" Mary turned her head and was surprised to see Daniel sitting on the sofa in a corner of the living room. There was a small brown suitcase on the round table in front of the sofa. The old mage's eyes were inquired, which made the young female mage react in a hurry, "Ah, I searched for information in the Royal Library... I accidentally missed the time..."

"It's a good thing to like to study, but it's another thing to almost be locked in the library," Daniel shook his head, signaling Mary to walk closer and ask casually, "Have you ever encountered any suspicious person or thing?"

"No," Mary sat down on the small sofa opposite Daniel, wondering, "Why did you ask that?"

"...It's nothing, but be careful recently and don't tell outsiders too much about our previous seclusion in the West," Daniel's voice was low, and his fingers seemed to unconsciously tap the small box placed on the round table. After thinking for a while, he pushed the small box forward, "Mary, leave this box to you for custody."

"Ah... OK, OK," Mary subconsciously obeyed the instructor's orders, and then asked after taking the box, "Instructor, what is this?"

"...Some of my notes and materials have been sorted out over the past years," Daniel said casually. "Other apprentices are not people who can take these things seriously. It would be great that they can understand their own knowledge. You are somewhat smarter than others..."

Mary's eyes widened wider and wider as she heard Daniel's dull voice, and she finally couldn't help but speak: "Teacher, you are..."

"Don't be so nervous, just be prepared for any trouble," Daniel glanced at Mary, and his tone became stern. "Looking at your shocked look, how could you feel like a magician calmness? How can I give you something with confidence?"

Mary shrank her neck and did not dare to continue speaking. Daniel, who was sitting opposite, snorted coldly with a little dissatisfaction, and then said: "You know the matter of the spiritual network... and also know what has happened recently. Our master defeated a god, but someone with a shaken will is afraid of Him...

"Mary, if something goes wrong, you can inherit what I left behind. I have no one to entrust you. You are one of my smartest apprentices...

"Windsor may respect me, but she is more loyal to her emperor. She was taught by me, but she is no longer my apprentice.

"As for now, just put these things away, remember, it's just a preparation, and it's almost impossible for us to use it."

Mary looked at the small box in her hand and looked up at the instructor in front of her. The old mage sat there quietly, with only a quiet place in her deep eye sockets.

When did this terrifying and powerful old man completely fade away his madness and paranoia?

Mary suddenly realized that she had missed the final stage of this change. She was immersed in the library and magic laboratory of Aldernan, immersed in a brand new environment that could learn with greed and greedily absorbed knowledge like a sponge, and enjoyed the most ordinary daily life of a normal mage. Now she suddenly woke up and was surprised to find that her terrible mentor... had become like an ordinary old man in the evening.

She suddenly reacted, habitually shrank her neck and lowered her head: "Teacher, I...I understand..."

"It's good if you understand," Daniel said lightly, then held the table with his hand and slowly stood up from the sofa. "Stay early today and we have an experiment tomorrow."

He left the round table, bent forward with his hunched body and slowly walked towards the stairs not far away. Artificial nerve ropes drooped quietly behind him. These biochemical transformation products once scared Mary, but now they seemed to be lifeless burdens, pressing heavily behind the old mage.

"Teacher," Mary suddenly couldn't help but scream, but after she spoke, she didn't know what to continue to say. She seemed to have a lot of things to say, but when she spoke, there were only a large piece of blank space left in her mind. After a few seconds of awkward and nervous silence, she finally organized a sentence, "Teacher, do you... regret it?"

After saying this, she couldn't help biting her lips, and her heart was pounding unscrupulously. She realized that she was too reckless. The questions she asked were not only bold, but also offensive. This was not what an apprentice should say to her tutor, especially in the current situation.

However, the old mage was not angry as before, and did not even look back. He just paused for a moment and continued to slowly walk towards the stairs.

It was not until he stepped on the first step that he said in a low and slow voice as if he was talking to himself: "He heard the truth..."

Mary stood there in a daze.

The instructor said a strange phrase, which was created and combined with several words, but she could understand it, and she knew that the phrase was said by the great "master". The "master" who was similar to the gods used this phrase to describe the scholar when talking to the instructor about his knowledge, and the instructor always liked it.

But what is the purpose of the mentor using this sentence to answer now?

Mary wanted to ask something more, but when she looked up, the instructor had disappeared on the steps leading to the second floor.

...

"Your Majesty, that's all I know." Lord Bomeier sat in the chair, holding the hem of his clothes nervously with his hands. His long speech made him feel a little dry, but at this moment he didn't dare to ask Miss Diana for a glass of ice wine for soaking his throat. He knew how much of what he had just said was something that could make his head fall. So after telling the matter, he sat in place like a prisoner waiting for trial, waiting for Rosetta Augustus to make a judgment on him.

But an imperial ruler obviously did not have the interest to pursue a little Lord's guilt at this moment.

"For so many years... they have been hiding in Orlandel, hiding under the ruins of the collapsed..." Rosetta Augustus' expression had returned to calm. He sat quietly on the high-backed chair, his right hand relaxed on the armrest, and his left hand was on the arm of his right hand, "The Sleeper... Augustus is no longer with them."

Lord Bomeier's mind was a little confused, but he immediately keenly captured some words in His Majesty's words. After a brief shock and surprise, he realized that he might have heard something that should not be spread, so he quickly lowered his eyelids and pretended not to hear anything.

"Your Majesty, we must immediately set out to eradicate this cult," Windsor Mapel's voice came from the side, saving Lord Bomier's thumping heart like a natural sound. "They have developed to this scale secretly... This is no longer a small problem."

"It's true," Rosetta nodded, "they should have begun to evacuate completely and remove traces left everywhere, but it is impossible for such a huge organization to disappear completely and quietly in a short period of time."

While speaking, the ruler of Tifeng chuckled and said, "But what I care more about is that Gowen Cecil... a group of cultists, who in awe, called him an "outside-domain wanderer" and believed that he was a "god-like" who invaded the world from outside the world, which I never thought of."

"Your Majesty, the cultists are crazy, but we still need to pay attention to this information," Windsor Mapel immediately said, "At least we can be sure that Gowen Cecil has infiltrated and controlled the Eternal Sleepers in the Empire in some way. This is undoubtedly a very terrible hidden danger. He has set up countless eyeliners in the Empire from this... This matter must be dealt with quickly and secretly immediately."

Rosetta nodded slightly, with a serious expression. At the same time, Windsor Mapel continued: "In addition, the statement about the 'outer vagabond' must be taken seriously. An ancient hero who had died for seven hundred years suddenly resurrected was very strange from the beginning. I think... it is indeed impossible to rule out that some kind of 'thing' outside human beings occupying the body of Gowen Cecil, causing this incredible miracle of resurrection..."

Rosetta suddenly shook his head and chuckled softly when he heard Windsor Mapel's words.

"His Majesty?"

"I don't care who is in that body. Maybe he was indeed 'Gowen Cecil' when he first got up from the coffin, but from the beginning of his new order, it doesn't matter who he was," Rosetta Augustus said in a deep voice. "It's a heroic soul, an evil spirit, or even the incarnation of a god. For us, his only meaningful identity is 'Emperor Cecil' - our neighbor.
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