Everything that happened in the ceremony square was recorded by specialized personnel. These records are generally divided into two types, one is freehand by artists and scholars, full of analysis and artistic records, and the other is real-time
There are only concise and concise records. Let’s not say what happened to the former, but the latter kind of reading hall-style records have now been disseminated.
The first batch of people who saw this "Subscription Reading Hall Live Record" were not many, only about ten people. They were the leaders of the North-South Treaty Business Group. Although these people were thousands of miles away from the city, they were almost
This record can be received at the same time as the incident occurs - the record is still a group of numbers in the hands of Dasbia diplomats, and then is deciphered and turned into words and handed over.
Of course, the time difference still exists, but it is only one to two quarters of an hour behind the scene.
"Did you subscribe to this from the reading hall?" When receiving the first copy, which was the record recording the opening remarks of the Third Faith, the leaders of the two business groups who were far apart had the same look on their faces. This kind of appalling
It's so fast, only the devil would believe it was made in the reading hall.
"This is the advantage of specialized services." Diplomat Sibia said with an implicit smile: "Timely, true and accurate."
The leaders of the business group know Sibia far better than ordinary people. They know that the other party has a special method of instant communication. In previous wars, Sibia relied on this method to gain information advantage, so this method has been kept highly confidential.
.Now I am enjoying the preferential treatment of Cohen Keda, but this feeling is not good-the more the Sibia people invest, the deeper their plans will be. However, the weak treaty business group has no resistance now
Ability, you can only wait for the other party to play their cards.
The opening remarks not only had a shocking effect on the audience, but also on the heads of the treaty business group. Even for Prince Ulysses, who is known for his maturity, prudentness and resourcefulness, Cohen's remarks surprised and confused him. All his attention was focused
Here, I lit my pipe but didn't bother to smoke it, and ordered fragrant tea but forgot to taste it.
On-site records were sent one after another, and the prince's expression also went through the whole process of surprise-surprise-and finally seriousness. When the statue of the God of Law was shattered and Cohen began to talk about gods and divinity, especially
Lysis couldn't sit still any longer.
He stood up, blocked the window facing the sea with his body, bit the pipe tightly in his mouth, and hid his face mixed with pain and regret in his back. Other records that came later were read by the prince's adjutant as usual.
For him to listen to, because the prince's posture means that he is thinking and making decisions.
Soon after, the prince took off his pipe and calmly interrupted the aide-de-camp: "Your Excellency."
"The prince has an order?" the diplomatic envoy Sibia stood up to respond, because he was the only person present who could be addressed by the prince in this way.
"I have a letter here, written to Duke Sweeney Hepburn, the leader of the Southern Treaty Business Group." The prince turned around: "I ask you, please use this reading hall channel to deliver it to him in the shortest possible time.
he."
"Well... generally speaking, I only have the right to receive messages."
"This letter is very important, and it is also related to important matters of the third faith, so I solemnly ask you again to do as I say!" Even when dealing with his subordinates, Prince Yuris rarely used this
A harsh attitude, let alone the arrogant Sibia people he has to face now.
"In what capacity does His Highness the Prince request me?" Envoy Speedy's expression was cautious and his attitude was serious, but the literal meaning of this answer seemed to be looking for trouble, so that the prince's adjutants and guards were a little angry.
"I am not asking you in the name of the prince of a certain country, nor in the name of the treaty business group." The prince stretched out his hand to stop the restlessness of his men, looked at the special envoy calmly and said: "I am a mature, calm, and experienced human leader.
In the name of the leader, I ask you, the young man from Sibia, to do as I say."
There was a brief pause in the riddle-like conversation between the two, because Special Envoy Spiat was looking at his deputy, the "scribe" who turned numbers into words, and the latter nodded slightly to him.
"I am honored to take on this responsibility." The special envoy breathed a sigh of relief, walked to the desk and spread out pen and paper: "Prince, please speak."
The prince was not surprised, and without a word of politeness, he immediately read out the first sentence of the letter: "To the leader of the Southern Treaty Business Group, the distinguished Duke Swice Hepburn, my dear nephew..."
Amidst the "rustling" sound, the prince's words turned into words under the pen of the special envoy, and then turned into groups of strange numbers under the pen of the "scribe". For a moment, everyone in the room was silent, and the attaché of the special envoy held out a
After some manipulation of the dark metal box, the crystals on the panel began to shine... The faces of everyone in the room were changing with the light, and they were equally dignified.
"Your Excellency, in accordance with the commander's secret order, from now on, we will serve you exclusively." After everything calmed down, the special envoy gave a military salute to the prince: "The Sibia Liaison Department has sent a special Thunder Stone Team to formally greet you.
check in!"
"You're welcome." The prince returned the courtesy: "I just hope your commander is still clear-headed."
In the vast sea, a giant ship is wading among the endless waves, with gray-white sails standing, holding up the clear sky and pressing down on the dark water. Amidst the ancient and deep shouts, the steering gear in the captain's cabin jammed.
In a left-turn position - the bow of the ship, turning at a constant speed, cut through the waves, pressing on its own frothy track, like a long snake swallowing its tail.
The captain stood on the platform outside the cockpit, ignoring the cold wind blowing in his face like his busy men, and personally directed small matters such as adjusting the sails and nooses. Everything on the flat and wide deck was in order, but there was a kind of...
The tension cannot be eliminated by the captain's calm command.
"Sir." The door leading to the inner cabin was pushed open, and a Sibia officer showed his head and said, "I'm afraid I need you to do this."
The general beside the captain nodded and walked into the inner cabin. Twenty smokeless oil lamps were burning in the long and narrow cabin. Under the bright light, groups of receiver panels were flashing with regular light.
Seeing that the general had closed the door behind him, the previous officer handed over a piece of paper: "Sir, this group of unfamiliar call signs is from the NATO Treaty Merchant Group. Using double special levels, the sending party will send a special Thunder Stone Team, and the receiving party will send a special
Freshwater Team—but we don’t have the codename Thunderstone Team.”
"Go and get the red folder." The general took out a key. The officer took it and took out his own key. Under the watchful eye of the supervisor, he went to the top-secret cabinet and took out one of the red folders and handed it to the general.
"The call sign is correct. Thunder Stone Squad is the advanced name of Dark Water Squad. Please immediately send the full text and submit it to the headquarters according to the double special level requirements. If nothing goes wrong, Fresh Water Squad is about to advance. You should pay attention to identify it."
The general returned the document to the officer, who immediately ordered his subordinates: "Double special level, send the full text to the special freshwater team, and forward the full text to the Liaison Department Headquarters!"
Southern Treaty Business Group.
In the bright and clean conference hall, Lip, the former Deputy Foreign Minister of Sbia and now the diplomat in the city, was putting the candy cubes into the cup with a gentle gesture, then gently stirring it with a silver spoon, and then lifting the spoon.
At this moment, a piece of foam was blown up in the whirlpool.
Viscount Gironde, who was sitting across from him, was banging his pipe and staring at him intently, as if trying to find some flaw in Lip's gentle movements. The Duke of Chivis was sitting on his sofa comparing several records.
, although his face is dull, people who are familiar with the Duke know that he is very serious. At this time, even the thunderbolt from the sky cannot affect him.
"Envoy Lip, I'm a little curious." Viscount Gironde used a small pair of scissors to dig out the residue in the pipe, and then knocked it in the jar: "Please forgive me for being an old man's curiosity, but I did check your
Past experience, just like what Sbiacha did to me."
"It doesn't matter." Lip put down his tea cup and said with a confident smile, "You don't actually need to check. It would be more convenient to ask me directly."
"Maybe!" Gironde smiled honestly: "I heard that you were a coachman before going to Sbia? This really makes me feel kind, because I am a farmer."
"The farmer who once forced my Majesty into a desperate situation? You are so funny!" Lip's smile widened. This smile was real and sincere, and he didn't care that he was talking about Cohen's past failures: "Yes, I am
I worked as a carriage driver for two years, three months and seven days. On that day, my carriage fell apart in the wilderness! His Majesty flew out of the carriage with a whoosh and almost ate me alive."
"You have become rich since then, but there is no evidence that you have ever yearned for such a refined life. It seems that you have told other coachmen what you will do when you become rich."
"There was a little misunderstanding. The other person was not a coachman, but a gangster." Lip corrected the Viscount without any embarrassment: "At that time, we were both lying by the ditch with bruises and bruises. I told him, I want to
Buy another hundred acres of land, build a big dungeon, and lock up a hundred noble women inside, and if possible, buy a hundred women from the Demon Palace..."
"Your Excellency is now famous. Not only does he own more than ten manors, but he also holds great power. He can mobilize an army of three thousand people at any time without reporting." It can be seen that the Viscount knows Lip's life quite well:
"But your Excellency did not fulfill the promise you made at that time. There were so many noble women living in Sbia, and you did not take in any of them. On the contrary, your Excellency fell in love with this simple and exquisite life. As far as I know, you can enjoy a drink quietly like this
There aren’t many tea aristocrats either.”
"Is this why the Viscount is curious?" Lip was surprised here.
"Yes, although your Excellency is judged to be ruthless in diplomatic situations, no one can deny your manners and temperament." Viscount Gironde replied seriously: "Etiquette can be learned, but appearance and temperament are reflections of mentality.
It’s hard to fake it.”
"Well..." Lip was silent for a moment, and then slowly said: "Before, I never thought about how I could live. All I thought about was to survive, one day after another. As long as I could get food.
And money, I am willing to sell everything except the hatred in my heart."
"Your Excellency, do you have such hatred?" This time the Viscount was surprised.
"It's gone now, because I cut it into pieces and swallowed it. Even though I vomited it out immediately, I think it's still considered eaten..."
Lip didn't say who the other party was or what his hatred was, and the Viscount didn't ask. He didn't even show too many expressions, he just listened intently.
"...I didn't know what to do next. I had no strength, so I could only crawl on the ground and vomit." Lip recalled calmly and said plainly: "Then, I saw the little princess playing by the pool. She
She is the most beautiful star in my life. She used the fountain to wash away the dirt on my face and put on me the garland she knitted... Even I despise and hate myself, but I was treated like this by the little princess..."
"Your Majesty told me that the former was called survival, and the latter is called life. This is by no means a state. In order to survive, we can give up many things, but life must be like a person. What is a person? He must have dignity, wisdom,
Have an enterprising mentality and an unyielding spirit. No one is born knowing how to live. Everything is learned and decided in life...Life has its own meaning, the key is to discover it."
"Is this the reason for your transformation?" The Viscount was a little unsure after hearing Lip's answer.
"Maybe!" Lip suddenly replied with a sly smile: "I'm not sure either."
"I know that you have secretly funded many foreign schools and institutions, but you have not gone back to help your former companions, such as that coachman..."
"We are learning and moving forward, but we will never stop. Those left behind are not worthy of our care." Lip said what Cohen, who was thousands of miles away, also said: "We are more generous than others.
, and crueler than others."
"Understood." The question was answered, Viscount Gironde sighed, and then leaned on the sofa - because the door of the conference hall was opened again, and a deputy of Lippe was walking quickly.
"Sir, double special class, it's from the NATO Treaty Business Group." The deputy said in Lip's ear: "It's a letter from Prince Ulysses to Duke Sves, but it's not a personal letter."
"Really?" Lip confirmed and handed the letter to the Viscount.
Viscount Gironde read the content and directly interrupted Siwes, who was still thinking. "Duke, I think this letter is very important. It is from Prince Ulysses to you. It contains the previously agreed secret message."
"Please help me read it." The Duke said calmly but did not raise his head because he was writing something.
"Okay." Viscount Gironde knew that the content of the letter was not a secret to the people of Sbia, so he did not object: "To the leader of the Southern Treaty Business Group, the distinguished Duke of Swithhepburn, my dear
nephew……"
"Nephew?" The Duke of Swiss raised his head in surprise and looked at Viscount Gironde with confusion.
The Viscount nodded, paused and continued reading: "Please don't be surprised, dear Duke, from a perspective that both you and I know, you should be my nephew. Because this title contains the care and hope of an old man.
, also contains a kind of spiritual transmission. What we did before and what we do now, including the ultimate goal that has been hidden in our hearts, are actually the same."
"Now, I ask you, my dear nephew, don't think about nationality or camp. Please temporarily put down the shackles that have been imposed on you and me, take a look at the situation in front of you, and think about the situation facing mankind...
…”
"Maybe you have noticed something, maybe you are wondering about the messy current situation, but I believe in your calmness and judgment. Because what I am about to say is relatively long-term and has wide implications. Please remember that all of this is true.
of."
"When I was young, I was undoubtedly a dissolute and frivolous member of the royal family. This character was specially chosen by me to exempt me from royal responsibilities. But I did not expect that this style could not erase my true heart. I still
I am still Ulysses. Then, in the eyes of a certain group, I am characterized as detached, cautious, and unambitious. Sadly, this is not my original intention; fortunately, this is my new
The starting point of life..."
"I know, dear nephew, you have worked for a certain group, and even now you still work for a certain group, so I understand your mentality. Depression, confusion, fear and fear are nothing. What matters is the kind of thing that millions of living beings are tied to.
A feeling of suffocation all over my body... This feeling is still lingering in my heart, because I have the same identity as you, guarding the same thing, but most of my companions died a long time ago."
"We once regarded ourselves as guardians, and we once prided ourselves on being enterprising, and we did not lack the sorrow of losers. For the same purpose, we commanded the army to fight in the war. We watched the blood of our brothers spilling on the earth with our own eyes, and we robbed our fathers of their lives.
Power, plundering the wealth of one's nephews, all this is just to please the real superior, just for most of the same kind to survive. And our kind, they don't even know the reason for all this, they just accept it quietly, they can only accept it silently
.”
"When facing extremely powerful forces, we must be cautious. It is precisely because of this that we are all trained in a rough way. We cannot train successors in conventional ways, and even we
It cannot be called qualified, but just suitable. My nephew, if you think back carefully, you will find that your growth is full of sorrow, twists and turns and luck. This is not your destiny, but man-made. You are very smart.
I'm sure you'll find the evidence around you."
"The above past events are just to show you that you and I have the same identity and mission. Next, please calmly listen to me introduce a person who is different from us, who is today's protagonist. You should have guessed it
Who is he, yes, that’s him.”
"Like you, he was once included in our investigation and training, but unfortunately, his observer later rejected him. I firmly believe that this observer has excellent vision and is public-minded, because he will show
His style and ideas seemed different, which was full of destructive power for our group. Therefore, we only regarded him as a peripheral force, a containment and expendable existence."
"But no one could imagine that he would have such power. Many forces that stood in front of him were crushed. He established a powerful province, army and empire in full view of the public. To this day, he has obtained the support of gods and demons.
Permission to form a third faith... None of this is the point. The point is that he decided to do the same thing as us. Until just now, I finally understood all this, but I can no longer stop it... He hid it from everyone, including him
Observer."
"Wait!" Duke Swice dropped the record in his hand, obviously suppressing the intense emotions in his heart, and slowly stood up. His absolute confidant, the pale-faced guard, came closer, holding his sword in his hand.
handle.
"Viscount Gironde, my friend." Swice walked up to the viscount and stood in front of him: "Tell me, you are not my observer."
"I am not your observer." Viscount Gironde replied sternly: "Chief, I am the observer of Xenia Gironde."
"Xenia..." Siwei's face was tense, and his expression was fluctuating violently: "Who is my observer?"
"You already know the answer, chief." Viscount Gironde replied: "Can I continue?"
"I hate this method, and I am not your leader." Siwes looked at the white-haired Viscount Gironde and stretched out his hand to hold the guard's elbow - his intention for doing this was perhaps to stop his men.
His further actions may be to use a fulcrum to support himself: "Who is the observer of that person?"
"Sorry, Chief, I don't know."
"I know." Lip, holding the tea cup, raised his hand and said, "If this can make the Duke relax a little, I can tell you the answer."
"You know?" Siwei was a little surprised.
"Don't underestimate the Sibia Liaison Department." Lip said with a smile: "The Blood Lord will be unhappy."
"explain."
"You should have gotten the answer from 'out of public interest', just as you thought, it is Prince Weisu." Lip told the answer frankly, and at the same time added viciously: "At this point, you
After all, I did not lose to my Majesty."
"This kind of winning or losing means nothing to me anymore." Swice said calmly: "Viscount Gironde, please continue!" (To be continued)