After drinking the porridge, Lorraine Hill recovered a lot.
She did not go to Begnis immediately, but moved a chair, sat under the eaves of the courtyard, closed her eyes and took a nap.
Although she had woken up, she was still a little sleepy now, just like when she woke up that year, as if she would still feel sleepy no matter how she slept throughout the day.
Recalling the distant past she saw in her dream, she now has a rough guess about her life experience, but there are still many clues missing. It seems that she will have to find more information about the Dusk Ruins in the future, so that she can slowly complete the puzzle.
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The faction at the end of the Twilight Era, the plan of the "Original Heart" should not have been completely successful, otherwise they would not have been defeated by the "Machine Parliament". But their efforts were not without results.
According to the records left by the 'Tree of Life' sect at the time, the 'Mechanical Council' seemed to be aware of its own shortcomings, and then absorbed the research of the 'Original Heart' and began to deduce its own path to god creation.
He and the other three original souls might later be taken away by the 'Machine Council' and join their plan.
According to the last record displayed by the system, the 'Mechanical Council' should have succeeded in creating a god many years later, but many changes occurred, leading to the final death of the god, resulting in today's situation.
Judging from the power of miracles that I used for the first time at that time, the system called itself the third throne, which meant that there were two more in front of it, so there was not just one throne of God built back then, but multiple.
This is the end of the information that is currently known. Let's rest for a few days and wait for Beness to stabilize the situation in the church before looking for the storage device she wants to excavate in the past.
While thinking this way, Lorraine Hill leaned on the back of the chair and slowly fell asleep.
The wind in the courtyard made a slight sound through the leaves. The girl's hair floated slightly and then fell down, scattered on her white neck. As her chest rose and fell slightly, her eyebrows slowly relaxed, as if she had entered a peaceful state.
Dreamland.
The nun guarding the door looked at the sleeping girl in the courtyard and felt a bit endearing and cute. She smiled and shook her head slightly, then looked up at the clear blue sky.
The church seems to be quite peaceful recently.
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Clock Tower City Mozwa
On the top of the tall bell tower, in the spacious and bright hall, twelve mages sit at the round table in the center, as if each person represents a mark of the clock.
"You must have received the news some time ago that our plan on the Holy Mountain of Kalunriel failed."
"The candidate for the next pope of the church is almost definitely Begnès, unless Charente suddenly jumps out to compete, but in fact he has not been involved in foreign affairs for many years."
"This is a huge failure for us. Not only did we lose a precious treasure, but it also turned the Sanctuary towards Crancia."
A mage in black robes stood in the direction of 12 o'clock and narrated to everyone present that the scene was a bit dull.
"Is there any way to save it?" asked the next mage with a silver chain on his chest.
"No more. The Joint Judgment Department of the Knights of the Holy Lance is under martial law on the Holy Mountain. If you try to make any moves at this time, it will be too easy for someone to get caught."
"Well, it seems that the Holy Land is hopeless."
"How is the situation over at Black Rock?"
"Now they are clearing out the remnants of the 'Hunting Bow Faction' internally. They have been doing this since they defeated the 'Hunting Bow Faction' coalition at the beginning of the year."
"Why did it take so long?"
"It is said that the 'Hunter Bow Faction' has changed its leader and has become cunning now. They do not fight head-on with the Halberd Faction, but instead engage in various harassment and raids, making the 'Long Halberd Faction' very passive."
"What a disappointment. Haven't their musketeers finished training yet?"
"The training is complete, but they don't seem to want to put their elite musketry troops into the complicated mountains and fields, because it is very wasteful."
"Hey, it won't work out. These mercenaries are still thinking about the same thing as before, prioritizing the preservation of their own strength and property. They don't have the courage or grand structure." Several mage representatives shook their heads, expressing their dissatisfaction.
"Set a time limit for them. Within two months, they must end the war in the country, and then cooperate with us in the war against Clanscia at the end of the year."
"The only good news now is that we can finally be sure that there will be no big moves over the green side in the past two years. In this way, we can also dispatch a large number of elites to go north to participate in the battle."
"Can this be confirmed? What if Grand Duke Pascal of the Green Empire goes beyond the emperor's order and suddenly takes action without authorization..."
"No. The physical condition of the two emperors is not very good now. It is also a critical period of transition of power and they are very sensitive. Such behavior, even if the emperor does not have an attack on the spot, will definitely leave a huge gap in the heart of the crown prince."
"This estrangement will continue to ferment against the Bhaskar family in the future during their reign."
"As for the Paskar family who wants to conquer our Seven Snow Flower Kingdoms, they definitely don't have the strength. The current head of the family will not be so reckless and embark on this extremely dangerous path."
"In addition, although he is not old yet, he is no longer young, and he will not take such risks and go astray."
Several representatives of mages who had set up informants in the Verdant Empire described their recent opinions, gradually making others in the room feel relieved.
"In this case, we can't waste such a good opportunity in vain. Let's start mobilizing step by step from this month."
"Logistics equipment, food, required armor, weapons, transport ships, combat airships, and mass-produced golems must all be prepared."
"I agree."
"agree."
"This is the time."
The mages sitting under the high chairs raised their arms and voted, and finally the decision was passed with unanimous consent.
Three days later, a fleet of carrier pigeons and messengers carried various orders and instructions, like blood flowing from a beating heart, spreading out in all directions from the city.
Various factories and workshops began to work overtime, machinery roared, smoke curled up, and soldiers wearing the same uniform began to train in the wilderness.
"Prepare, release!"
Bang--
The new steel weapon was held in the palm of his hand. As the smoke rose, a short blazing light appeared in the dark Far East, hitting the boulder in front of him into broken stone fragments.
More troops who were not equipped with muskets, under the command of the commander, pulled out the sabers at their waists, held up their metal bucklers, and slashed hard at the wooden stakes in front of them, making smooth cuts.
In other experimental sites, the curtains of the brand-new steel golems were pulled down and they began to be debugged and inspected one by one.
The frost rose has seven petals, and the seven petals merge into one. Now they must also fulfill the promises and ideals they made.