Chapter 722 New Things, New Business Routes

In the bleak and cold late autumn season, the cold wind blew through the fields and fields, and no birds flew in the clear autumn sky.

Farmer Kahn bent down, lifted the heavy basket, raised his hand and fell to the wooden trough beside him. The golden beans made a satisfying rattling sound, flowing into the trough like a stream of golden water, and rolled into the trough. In the underground granary, the sound that gradually overflowed made the wrinkled man laugh, his eyes narrowed, and the corners of his mouth could not help but turn up.

"Maple carob beans" is one of the last crops that can be harvested in autumn in the southern region. With this batch of thoroughly dried beans entering the warehouse, all the hard work of the year has paid off.

It's another winter where people won't starve to death - if you're lucky enough to catch up with the nearby factories to recruit additional workers, not only will people not starve to death this winter, but the family may have meat to eat several times a week.

Kahn straightened his back and wiped the fine sweat on his forehead. Not far from the newly built street, there was a magic car pulling wood. Someone greeted, and light and shadow flickered on the square at the end of the road, which was the holographic projection projected by the magic net terminal.

Magic cars and magic net terminals are both incredible new things. It is said that they have not been popularized in slightly remote places, but this is a town close to Cecil City after all, and advanced "magic technology" is always necessary. some more.

Kahn doesn't understand the secrets behind these magic techniques, but at least now he doesn't scream out in fright after seeing the magic car, he knows that these incredible things are lords - it should be called your majesty now --- brought, and these things will be more and more in the future, and most of them will come in great use.

As useful as the water pump by the river and the mechanical mill at the farm machinery management station.

In the words of the scholar who often comes to town to teach, "this is all good."

Kahn shook his head, shook his slightly sore arm, and walked towards the door of the house. He could already smell the aroma of well-cooked porridge and freshly baked bread, which made his shriveled stomach wriggle.

But his movements were interrupted by a strange sound suddenly coming from the sky.

It was some kind of low humming sound, mixed with a whistling draught or something.

He had heard all kinds of bird calls and wind and rain, but he had never heard anything like it.

The wrinkled farmer couldn't help but raised his head and looked in the direction of the voice.

In the clear autumn sky,

No bird flew by, but a machine made of steel pierced the sky with a low hum.

"Three gods of abundance..." The farmer's eyes widened in astonishment, staring at the "iron beast" flying across the sky with an expression of fear or awe, or both, his lips wriggled, His knees couldn't help shaking, but in the end he didn't kneel down at the strange thing - he guessed that it should be a "new thing" made by the smart people in the city. In the old days, the common people When you see "Master Mage's creation", you must kneel, because it may be a terrifying golem or a synthetic monster, but today's Cecil civilians don't need to kneel to such a thing.

"What is that?!"

Kahn muttered to himself, watching the unimaginable machine gradually disappear into the sky, he heard exclamations from the neighboring houses, and the sound of things falling to the ground from the direction of his kitchen. These sounds It reminded him that what he had just seen was not a hallucination.

It looks like the men in town will have conversations in the tavern for the next few days.

...

In the government affairs hall, in Gawain's exclusive office, Hetty was fascinated by the holographic screen projected on the magic net terminal, and Gawain's voice from behind the desk came from his ear: "The 'Dragoon I Type' needs to be put into practical use. time, but we can already start preparing for a new type of air force."

New technologies will always be used in the military field first. This is true on earth, and the same is true in this other world. On the one hand, it is to strengthen the strength of the army. On the other hand, well-trained soldiers are always the best with new technologies. of testers.

Hetty turned around and nodded: "The selection of personnel has begun in the middle of the year. Byron and Philip each selected fifty experienced, bold and careful soldiers from their Gryphon knights. A reserve team of a total of 100 people was formed. These people do not know the reason for their selection, but the basic training on mechanical control has been carried out for half a month. If the training function is in place in time, these people will soon be able to transfer. into the training phase.”

"Very good, Rebecca's side will complete the data sorting and blueprint adjustment as soon as possible. Once the blueprint is adjusted in place, Nicholas will quickly build a practical training machine."

"It's really hard to believe... We actually made it," Hetty still couldn't help but sigh, "Free flight... The power of the middle-level mages is now handed over to ordinary people through machines. Come on. Rebecca has really done more than I could have imagined."

"I've said from the beginning that she's a very smart child with talents that others don't have," Gawain shook his head with a smile, without the scolding that Rebecca said on the proving ground. ——Anyway, she will be angry with Heidi in other situations sooner or later. "It's just that the old-fashioned occupational system and aristocratic rules restrict her ability, and now... let's let her do it."

"Your eyesight is far sharper than mine," Heidi laughed, smiling brightly like an imperial butler who forgot how much budget Rebecca's lab can burn in a month, then she slightly sorted out her expression, quite Wei asked seriously, "Another thing, ancestor, Rosetta Augustus's handwritten letter has been delivered for almost a week... Have you decided when to reply?"

Gawain narrowed his eyes slightly, and the corners of his mouth were slightly upturned: "...Rosetta's handwritten letter..."

There is indeed such a letter from the neighboring Typhon Empire. It was written by the great and talented Emperor Rosetta. It was sent by the special envoy to the frontier fortress, and then sent to the city of Cecil by the messenger of the fortress. He is still lying in Gawain's desk drawer, and the contents on it...

One-third were warm official greetings, one-third were euphemistic responses to last month's border bout, and one-third were rosy prospects for the future of trade between the two countries.

Kind, friendly, and with a genuine candor, no doubt the work of an outstanding master of the language, and carefully polished.

As Gawain had anticipated at the beginning, Rosetta Augustus was a character that was not easy to deal with. Not only was he brave and resourceful, but he was also able to bend and stretch. When the border contest fell into a disadvantage, the emperor did not hesitate. He chose to keep his stance low, but he protected Typhon's interests unreservedly.

Not only that, but Gawain also learned another thing from Daniel: Rosetta Augustus summoned the imperial nobles who held military power on the second day of the Changfeng-Winter Wolfsburg battle, a closed-door meeting. After that, all the military nobles kept silent——

The negative impact of that border contest did not spread outside the Obsidian Palace at all, and the noble circle in Aldenan was calm. This calm has been maintained to this day, and it was so quiet that no one dared to make waves.

Gawain once imagined whether he could take advantage of the opportunity of this border contest to attack Typhon's Wendell family, at least create some domestic pressure on the young wolf general guarding the border, and loosen Typhon's huge military group a little. , but it turns out that before all this happened, Rosetta shielded in advance all the details that might create a rift.

In terms of control over the upper-class nobles, Emperor Typhon's performance made Gawain only admire.

"I lowered the import price of textiles by 30% before," Gawain shook his head with a smile after a brief silence, "Of course this is unrealistic, we are just showing our attitude, I didn't expect Roselle myself. Tazhen agreed, but if you reply...let's wait for a while. It's only been less than a week, I believe that with Rosetta's patience, he can wait even a month or two."

Hetty looked at Gawain curiously: "What exactly are you waiting for?"

"That's right," Gawain nodded, "I'm waiting for news from Duke Baldwin."

...

A week earlier, Baldwin Franklin had returned to the West.

Now that the situation in Saint Sunil has stabilized, and the functions of the original capital of the kingdom are moving to the south, he no longer needs to stay there for a long time, and the western border is the most damaged of the four borders of the empire except for the southern border. In a minor area, he was about to take on the burden of "blood transfusion" to other areas. There were a lot of matters that he needed to handle personally, so he first returned to Shilin City, where the family has ruled for generations.

Today, there are special visitors visiting this big frontier city known as the "trade capital", and one of the imperial consuls, Baldwin Franklin, will personally receive them.

In the ancient and solemn family castle, Baldwin, wearing a duke's cloak, walked through the long corridor accompanied by his attendants. There was a roaring north wind raging outside the castle, as if it could soak the slightest chill into the interior of the castle. , Duke Baldwin listened to the whistling wind coming from the window, and couldn't help but whisper softly: "After staying with Victoria for a long time, I feel cold when I hear this kind of wind."

The close attendant next to him immediately responded: "Please don't worry, my lord, the constant temperature magic circle of the castle will block out all the cold."

The constant temperature array...

When Baldwin heard the attendant's words, his thoughts couldn't help but scatter.

I don't know if Shilin City will be able to install a "heating system" like the southern border next winter. The technical information is all there, but it may not be easy to adapt to the specific conditions of the western border.

If it can be used, there should be many fewer people who freeze to death in winter.

He shook his head, restraining his slightly divergent thoughts, and the door to the living room had already opened in front of his eyes.

In the high-pitched announcement of the attendant, Bai Dewen stepped into the living room, and his eyes were already on the figures seated by the tea table.

There were two dwarfs of stout stature but exceptionally strong, a shrewd-looking gentleman who looked like a clerk or a consultant scholar, and an expressionless, dark-red-skinned Red Valley man, Baldwin. His gaze swept across these people until it finally landed on a petite figure who was not seated and was standing not far away.

The latter is seriously studying the crystal magic pendulum on the shelf that decorates the room.

The figure was wearing a dark blue cloak and looked rather small. He had long gray hair draped behind him, and a pair of pointed ears were exposed between the strands of hair. Since it was from the back, his face could not be seen. It can only be judged from a little profile and figure that this should be a lady.

She seemed to be completely intoxicated by the ingenious magic pendulum, so that she didn't respond to the Duke of the West who entered the room, until Baldwin couldn't help but take the initiative to say, "Ms. Wenna, are you very interested in that magic pendulum?"

The figure in the cloak turned around, and a rather delicate face appeared in front of Bai Dewen.

Gray-white skin, extremely light-colored pupils, and elven-like ears—this is a gray elf, a gray elf from the Ogre Tribe.

"Human handicrafts are not as delicate as silver elves, but they have the creativity that silver elves can't match. No matter how many times I watch them, I appreciate your creativity in the field of art," said the gray elves known as "Ms. Wenna" He opened his mouth, but his voice was elegant and mature for his small size, "Duke Baldwin, I'm glad to see that you are still healthy - there is nothing better for the Grey Elves than seeing your business partner still healthy. Happy."

"Me too," said Badwin Franklin with a sincere smile. "A healthy body can sustain a healthy business relationship, isn't it?"

"Frankly, I was really worried for a long time after hearing the rumors about the civil war in Ansu and the natural disaster."

"It should be called the Cecil Empire now, Ms. Wenna."

"Ah, the Cecil Empire... this legendary surname, I really want to meet that pioneer when I have the chance. I was still a child when he was active," the gray elf Wenna shook her head, "but these are a little Let's discuss it later, my friend, we are here today to take a look at the 'new business' you mentioned."

"Of course," Bai Dewen smiled and clapped his hands. Immediately, a servant carried several boxes into the room, "I have prepared samples and sincerity."

"We are looking forward to it - the alchemy potion you showed us last time was impressive, what will it be this time?"

"Some of the more essential necessities of life," Baldwin's smile and words were full of affinity, "from the faraway Typhon Empire—for the western part of the continent, it is truly exotic."