Chapter 1420： "Heart" (2/2)

"Very special thing? And it requires you to come to the depths of the earth yourself..." Ophelia on the throne moved her body slightly, with a curious look on her face. Obviously, her body is no longer the first meeting of the meeting. The head of the "catch-work product" I used in the day is no longer solid (I regret to lose the qualification to compete with Rebecca for Loren's first iron head), "It seems that this matter is of great significance, and it is very important. Please tell me your personal information. I am very happy that I can be trusted so much by you."

Gao Wen nodded: "First of all, I have to confirm one thing that your Iron Man soldiers should not be affected by the gods and are not part of the ‘Tide of Thought’, right?"

"Of course," Ophelia gave an affirmative reply immediately, "Iron Man Soldiers are not humans. Even the Iron Man like Diana who has a'heart' like a man cannot become a part of the'Ideological Trend'. I have already Repeated verification."

"In other words, the entry of iron man soldiers into space will not stimulate the mortal gods," Gao Wen said in a deep voice, "and it will not lead to the eventual rebellion in advance."

"...What do you want to do?" Ophelia's tone became more solemn, she seemed to have vaguely guessed what Gawain wanted to do, but she didn't dare to confirm it for a while.

"You should know that there is a legacy of sailors in space." Gao Wen breathed out softly.

"Yes, and this information is no longer a secret among the senior leaders of the alliance. The ancient dragons of Tarrond have even witnessed the space facilities left over our planet when the sailor left. Although due to the influence of some unknown technology, we mortals living on the surface seem to be unable to see those large-scale structures. In addition, I also know that the sentry was destroyed by your own hands and it was the sailor who left behind. Weapons."

"Yes, I released the news. It's all facts." Gao Wen nodded slightly. "Have you ever thought about...you can get close to the ‘legacy’ in space?"

Ophelia's expression changed again: "You mean..."

"You should know that part of the sailor's legacy is under my control, but the long years have brought these over-service space stations on the verge of shutdown. Recently I am trying to gradually restart and repair them," Gawain said of his plan. " After the Talash meeting is over, this restoration project will begin."

"Do you want my Ironman Corps to participate in it?" Ophelia confirmed it again very seriously.

"Yes," Gawain affirmed Ophelia's guess. "Byron discovered the orbital elevator that can send people from the surface to the orbital space station when he trek to the southwestern waters of the mainland last time. I have successfully restarted it. This channel and the corresponding area in the space station, but if I want the entire space station to "live", I need more manpower. At present, the dragons and sea monsters have accepted my invitation, but I think...this is not enough."

"...If this is the case, the Iron Man Corps is indeed a good choice," Ophelia nodded slightly. The mental matrix made her a little excited and calmed down quickly, and replaced it with calm thinking. "And considering the space in space In special circumstances, my iron man might even be more suitable for this job than a giant dragon. But then again, depending on what you look like...you seem to plan to make this more public?"

"... Millions of people have witnessed the appearance of the Sentry Cruise Ship on the battlefield, and then they saw the debris falling from space scattered on the Gondor Wasteland, and after that, the research work on the Sentry Wreckage was also done. It is bound to unfold on a large scale," Gawain sighed softly, "Some things have reached the time when they have to be made public, and continuing to cover up is likely to cause unstable changes in mortal thoughts, so we must reach a large number of people as soon as possible. Established a correct understanding of the concept of “set sailors”.

"Although mortals can't set foot on the stars yet, at least, we have to avoid them from establishing wrong concepts about things in the stars."

Ophelia listened quietly to Gawain's words, and at this moment she spoke softly: "Confrontation with the trend of thought is like a competition. If correct knowledge and reason can't take hold of people's hearts first, then ignorance and blindness will take root. I I understand what you mean, and the Iron Man Corps will respond to your call at any time."

"Uh, there is no need for such a reaction," Gawain was a bit awkward facing Ophelia's attitude, "Although Deep Blue Well is indeed protected by Cecil from the situation, you are the iron man here. The owner of the Corps, I think we should deal as equal friends."

"Friend..." The delicate "doll" on the throne slowly laughed, "Okay, then your loyal friend will answer your call at any time."

…

In Cecil City, in the prayer hall of the Cathedral of Light, Veronica, who was standing in front of the preaching stage with her eyes closed, slowly opened her eyes.

A gleam of light passed through her eyes, and the sacred light slowly floated beside the "saint princess". This sacred brilliance, as always, made her look holy, but not close to the world. The feeling of being close to the earth did not last for too long. A smile appeared on her face. This smile quickly dilutes Veronica's mundane feeling, making her look full of life.

With a light sigh, she tidied the priest’s robes and skirts. Veronica ended her prayer today. She picked up the platinum scepter placed next to her, and a voice that sounded quite cheerful followed. There was a sound from the side: "You look very happy today, Lord Saint."

Veronica followed her reputation and saw a nun who was in charge of cleaning the church smiling and greeted herself. She knew this girl, who only graduated from church school this year. She is a lively and cheerful child. She dreams of becoming a communicator. The armed nun of the gospel, even though she was slapped off in the last test because of her poor performance in the physical fitness test and body-stick technique, she seems to have signed up for the winter nun selection in the renewed Holy Light Church, which is so energetic. Young people are quite common.

Veronica laughed: "Is it obvious?"

The petite trainee nun replied honestly: "A little bit, I rarely see you smiling like this. Although you are always smiling, your usual smile is different from just now."

"I'm really very happy." Veronica smiled, and then she reached out and rubbed the hair of the trainee nun in front of her. While the latter was a little dazed, she also froze for a while, even though she was usually approachable in the church. The image of gentleness and amiability shows others, but it seems like this is the first time.

This is not like the usual "saint princess" who is always dignified, quiet and restrained.

But it's much like the "Ophelia" who was still alive seven hundred years ago.

Her smile became brighter, and she reached out and rubbed the trainee nun's hair again: "I am really happy."