Chapter 1127： Tips from Bertila (1/2)

All the enigmatic unknown signals oscillate in the invisible field. No one knows how far it spans, and no one knows what meaning it carries-it arouses in the ubiquitous magic field. The faint ripples of is so small that even the most powerful and sensitive masters of magic cannot perceive the traces it leaves in the atmosphere. However, it is received and amplified by the more sensitive crystal array, which is a faint ripple that humans cannot perceive. Gradually it becomes clear in the system of the Thorin hub, and after filtering and strengthening again and again, it becomes a clear and powerful "sound".

Bad and his colleagues have been chasing this voice for a long time, and long before they set up this special monitoring department, the scholars who laid the foundation for the Monet hub followed it for longer.

"The signal density seems to be higher than before..." the colleague on the side muttered to himself-what Bud was listening to has now been shared with everyone in the room. "These shocks seem to be very Dense..."

"This hasn't happened before..." Bud frowned. "Aren't these signals set in stone?"

"Who knows?" The colleague shook his head and looked at the holographic projection in the center of the room, "Wait, the picture seems to be transformed."

Almost everyone’s attention fell on the large magic net terminal in the monitoring center. On the projected holographic screen, some lines are emerging and quickly connecting into patterns-this is from Ms. Bertila’s Decoding technology has now been widely used in 18 monitoring stations in the Empire, from the cold North Port to the Imperial Capital in the South, from the Palamel Observatory to the main hub of Shilin City, no matter which monitoring station received the signal , It will be decoded and processed through this special "dot matrix drawing" and transformed into a plane pattern that seems to have a certain meaning.

Since the execution of this large-scale monitoring operation, Bard and his colleagues (including colleagues from all over the empire) have not gained much, but they have successfully captured the signal several times and have drawn more than ten simple "Decoding Graphics".

Without exception, they are the most basic geometric patterns, and even the content is the same every time. There is no deep mystery in the simple points and lines, and even children can easily draw them on paper— —No one knows why these mysterious signals use such complicated methods to convey some simple geometric figures. Bard’s colleagues gave them a very appropriate name: "urchin doodle".

"Today's urchin graffiti seems to be very stable..." The picture in the holographic projection is still continuing, and several geometric patterns have been clearly presented, and the colleague on the side murmured softly, "The signal strength has not been obvious until now. Signs of interruption or attenuation... is it because we replaced the main antenna wafer with a new one?"

"It's very likely," another monitor said casually while paying attention to the parameters of the equipment. "The raw materials for these antenna crystal plates come from the Ogure tribe. The crystal mines and original crystal dust produced by the Ancestral Peak are better than the Huishan Mine. The quality is much better."

"The crystal mines of the Ancestral Peak? Oh, no wonder-I remember the crystal mines from the Ancestral Peak before the trade line was opened, but they were top-notch casting materials, things that ordinary wizards can't usually buy..."

Colleagues beside him were discussing topics about international trade, crystal mines, spellcasters, and market changes in a low voice, but everyone’s attention was still focused on the lines that were constantly being refreshed. Bud watched the holographic projection intently. He has seen those extremely regular squares, triangles, circles and hexagons. In the past monitoring records, this is the limit of the amount of information recorded by the working group.

But the signal transmission continues, and more patterns are still being drawn.

When a spiral curve that continuously spreads outward appeared on the screen, the room became very quiet. Everyone stopped talking meaninglessly, and a dozen pairs of eyes fixed on the screen.

When a group of dots arranged in a specific grouping method appeared on the screen, Bud heard someone around him whispered to break the silence: "We better... report this matter immediately."

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The ubiquitous woody fragrance floated into Bersetia's nostrils, and the refreshing breath made the Silver Queen unable to help but relax.

After arranging for Elaine to go elsewhere to rest, she, Gawain and Bertila stepped into a hall located inside the canopy area of ​​the giant tree.

Here, there are elegantly growing branches supporting the dome made by overlapping green leaves. The light-colored wooden pillars are like a slightly curved skeleton that fits the nearby walls. The flower vines are wrapped between the pillars and the beams of the roof, giving off a shimmering light. Mycelium or vines hang down from it, bringing bright but not dazzling light, further soothing the spirit of every visitor who steps here.

"This is my living room," Bertila's figure moved forward surrounded by a cluster of vines. "General Margarita suggested that I create a place that can be used to treat guests normally, without having to put people in Take it to the deep biochemical laboratory or biomass factory-although I still insist that the split pool and biomass cavity I designed by myself are pretty cute."

Bersetia didn’t care what the other person was saying in the second half of the sentence. She just looked at the place in amazement, which obviously exceeded her initial expectations-she came to an arc-shaped clearing at the end of the hall, some Curiously looked at the layers of green leaves in front of me: "The leaves here seem to be different in color from elsewhere?"

"This is my balcony." Bertila said next to her, and as her voice fell, the layers of leaves suddenly shook and rose up like a curtain-an arc The wide opening of the shape appeared in front of Bersetia, and the bright sunshine instantly poured into the hall, and in the wide view, the small half of Solin Plain and the simple and elegant tower of Solin Castle appeared in front of her.

"Sometimes I will invite General Margarita or others to come here to look at the scenery, but more often I will test the photosynthesis efficiency of different leaves here. This is one of the areas with the best lighting in the canopy." Bertila continued.

"It's beautiful..." Bersetia came to the edge of the open terrace and couldn't help taking a deep breath. Then she turned to look at Bertila, and finally said what she had always wanted to say, "You really changed. Many...No, this can hardly be described as'change'..."

"All of us have changed a lot, good or bad," Bertila quietly looked at the silver queen who had grown up, and after a few seconds of silence, she suddenly asked, "In the sage ring corridor Is there still a portrait of me?"

The Silver Queen nodded: "It has been hanging there."