Chapter 1182： The basis of cooperation (1/2)

Without knowing it, the topic seemed to ran to a strange place. The very experienced dragon goddess once again used her experience to plunge into a long silence under the golden oak tree. Gao Wen held his head and sighed before raising it. Eyelids, when looking at Enya, the expression on her face was a little helpless: "Is it my illusion... how do you feel that you are quite proud?"

"Of course it's not something to be proud of," Enya's expression was still serious, "I'm just explaining the facts-I have experienced something that you can't imagine, or... it was the'I' who had experienced that. Everything. Although past experience may not always be useful in the new era, at least in the part that involves the laws of nature, my words should still be of great reference to you."

"Everything is exactly as you said," Milmina woke up from a dazed state, and immediately nodded and said, "It seems that we can't expect the'mutual exclusion' between the gods to suddenly disappear...rather than expect this For whimsical things, you should calm down and work out technically..."

"Let’s discuss these things in the long term," Gao Wen coughed slightly, and brought the topic back to the right track. "We are a little bit far away-back to the topic at the beginning, about Typhon’s plan to open the kingdom of God...I can Do you think the opinions are in agreement?"

"All the questions have been cleared. You can reply to the Emperor Typhon, and by the way tell him what we said today," Enya nodded gently, "and then inquire whether he has a thorough enough , A feasible plan. If you think there is something wrong in the process, we will help you at any time."

"Let me thank you in advance," Gawain stood up, glanced across the three gods of the past, and nodded sincerely. Then he stepped back and let out a sigh of breath, "Then I should leave too. The time wasted here today..."

"Is it going to go now?" Amone raised his eyelids, and a smile appeared in his old and gentle eyes. "Gawain, you are pressing yourself too tightly, between the heavy burdens. There should be some relaxation. This does not prevent you from continuing to be a wise and powerful ruler..."

Gawain didn’t speak, but looked at Ammon quietly, and saw the other side waved his hand slightly, the beautiful card on the table disappeared into the air, replaced by something that seemed to be more heavy. In the square box, the former **** of nature smiled slightly: "Now we are four of us, we can have a game of Mahjong from the gods..."

"No, thank you." Gao Wen did not hesitate to take a half step back again, saying that everything was as expected: these retired gods have become bored to a realm after the rise of humanity, and they have enough for two. Just play checkers, make up three and fight against the landlords, make up four and prepare to draw a table of mahjong. I can't imagine what they can do if they make up five-and these people will give it to themselves if they don't move. His fishing behavior is crowned with the name "The Gods XX", and the logic thrown to the directors and screenwriters of that gang of magical dramas dare not write that, but Gao Wen has no way to refute...

After all, these three can really be called gods, and even Enya herself used to be the "gods". Even if they squat on the ground to count ants, they must also be "gods count the ants"... How does it make sense?

Anyway, Gao Wen felt that he could not reason with them, so he simply chose to turn his head and leave. Amone opened his mouth in the back without even having time to speak. Gao Wen's figure has disappeared in the fallen leaves and under the golden oak. There was a breeze.

"...He doesn't seem to be interested in participating in us," After a while, Amone sighed and shook his head, and sat back in his position with regret, "I thought I added'the gods 'After the two words, it's somewhat attractive to him."

"The attraction of the word'Gods' to him will not be reflected in this aspect," Milmina glanced at Amone with a slight sarcasm, "and he is not as idle as you and me— He has many things."

"Okay, too, but it doesn't matter," Amone said relievedly, then looked at the two ladies on both sides of the table, "Anyway, we have three left, and we can still play a round of magic cards... "

"I won't spend time with you," Milmina said casually, her figure gradually fading in the air, "I recently discovered a beautiful free settlement outside the city, and I am planning to create a foothold there. I'll talk about the card game next time."

The figure of the goddess of magic completely disappeared into the air. Amone was stunned and turned to Enya helplessly, but the latter had already stood up: "Sorry, I have to leave too. There are still things waiting for me in the real world. I should have been busy for a while."

"The real world?" Amone was stunned, "Do you need to do anything in the real world? Your current state..."

"I'm incubating eggs."

With such a word, the elegant figure that seemed to haunt the pale golden brilliance has disappeared under the golden oak tree, and only Amone was left beside the square table for a time. The former **** of nature blinked. It took only seconds to finally realize what Enya mentioned about "Incubating Eggs", and then I looked around, showing a clear look of frustration on his face: "Really gone..."

He muttered, sat back at the square table, and re-transfigured the exquisite card, slowly switching the order of the cards and the phantom suits that appeared on it, and at the same time recalled in his mind that Milmina mentioned casually. One of the things-she seems to have found a monitoring loophole in the neural network, and she has definitely researched around that loophole for a while.

"She's really good at this... Isn't it a **** created by the most adept at research and exploration among mortals..." The former **** of nature sighed softly, and then handily sent Naritiel a message The news reported Milmina.

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Aldernan, the approach of autumn is gradually receding the summer heat left on this land. The entire imperial capital and the large plains surrounding the imperial capital are ushering in their relatively dry and comfortable season of the year-rising in the frosty sky. Before the highest position and the arrival of the frosty moon, the sun will continue to shine on this land for some time, until the fog on the plain reappears, re-wrapping everything in Aldernan with a humid and cold atmosphere.

In the last days when the sun was shining, the study room on the upper floor of Obsidian Palace also opened its windows, allowing the fresh air and sunlight to spill on the desks of the imperial rulers.

Rosetta Augustus was sitting in his favorite high-back chair, looking down at the documents that the attendant had just sent. The sunlight poured down from behind him, reflecting the black and white of the writing on the documents. In the well-organized, concise and accurate text, he can clearly grasp the pulse of the entire empire at this moment-just as he has done in the past two decades, everything that happened on this vast land is clear in his mind To present.

The wounds left over from the war are not so easy to heal. Even with the double strong blood transfusion brought about by the circum-continental route and the new international trade, it will take some time for the vitality of the Empire to be lost in the battle of Winterhold to make up for it, but after a whole In the winter and the first half of this year, the domestic situation has completely stabilized, and there is a clear trend of recovery in various fields. As long as the current stability continues, this recovery will become faster and faster, and will eventually bring about a new trend. The pinnacle.