Chapter 1082： What Gao Wen wants (1/2)

In the early morning, Gao Wen received an emergency contact from the Bitter Winter, and half an hour later, a second, more detailed piece of information was delivered to him.

The rising sun illuminates the Elf Stronghold No. 112. The town that stands in the valley wakes up in the warm spring breeze. The sun shines through the crystal window on the side of the room and casts it on the exquisite tapestry full of elves. After a bright light mark, Gawain was sitting at the desk, with the information transcribed by Amber placed beside him, and the letters appeared extremely clear and sharp under the sunlight.

Amber stood beside him, and the half-elf's expression was rare and serious: "...Further investigations revealed that the Typhons have built outposts on at least 14 islands or large reefs. Basically, as long as the wind and waves are acceptable, You can see the flying black flags in places where the farthest from the land is. The outposts farthest from the land have even reached the edge of the disorderly turbulence danger zone. All the outposts are small in scale, and the big one is just a wooden house. It’s even just a tent. It can be seen that they were all repaired in a short period of time. Considering the existence of the engineering mage, those things may even come out within a day or two. After all, Bitter Winter is not uncommon. Investigated the situation on those islands."

Gawain tapped his finger on the desktop on the side unconsciously, and said in a very plain and natural tone: "Even if the scale is small, it is proof of'actual control'. There are people on it, flags, and more importantly, the islands. It is indeed in Typhon’s waters, we can’t say that it’s an unowned island—after all, there is currently no internationally accepted certification standard to specify how islands that are far from the land should be classified and belong. After all, humans have left the ocean. Too many years."

"Maybe we can try to put those outposts..."

Gao Wen shook his head: "Any action we take now is to lay the foundation for the international order that we have created-or even think deeper. Some Typhon people are probably waiting for us to make some cross-border moves. Not all Typhons are happy to see the formation of the alliance, and not all Typhons want to see Cecil continue to gain higher and higher prestige. Now they have no ability to face us and wait for ourselves. Making mistakes becomes their last hope."

Amber couldn’t help but muttered: “How do those Typhonians do these things under the nose of the Bitter Winter... And it’s still on such a large scale..."

"Bitter Winter is just a ship, and an experimental ocean-going warship. From the ship to the crew to the supporting training, it is still in the verification stage, and what they have to face is the extremely wide sea-the breadth of the ocean. You can’t imagine it,” Gawain shook his head, “Byron would not have been able to block the Typhon’s territorial waters with a ship. He was just a symbol and symbol there, but the Typhon’s reaction...it’s really not slow. ."

At the end, he even showed a smile on his face, and this reaction naturally fell in Amber’s eyes. Miss Half-elf looked at Gawain's expression in surprise, and couldn’t help asking: “It looks like... I expected this situation a long time ago?"

"I did expect that they would not give way to the issue of those islands, but I didn't expect them to build those outposts... Their response was a little bit beyond expectations, but the whole thing went well," Gao Wen slowly Said, pointing his finger at the slip of transcript of information, watching the latter turn into a puff of smoke in the sun, "It's almost time, let's go, let's talk to Rosetta again."

Amber blinked, and she was finally sure that all this was indeed what Gawain had imagined-but she still couldn't understand it. She didn't understand why Gawain was so careless about Winter Wolf and those coastlines, let alone understand Gawain at this moment. Why is your emotions so...happy. She even had an illusion that she felt that Gawain's eyes were actually smiling, and that smile was almost a kind of... gratification.

But before she had a chance to ask questions, Gawain had already taken a big step and left the room. His voice came from the doorway: "Why haven't you followed? Being late is not a good habit."

……

In the reception room on the second floor of the Emerald Long Hall, Gawain and Amber once again came to Rosetta Augustus, and when they entered the room, Matilda was standing by the French window not far away. He seemed to be looking out the window in a dream.

From this window, the most visible are the desolate and barren valleys outside the town and the vast wilderness at the end of the valley. The land in the direction of the Gondor Wasteland is uninhabited, only the savage growth, which appears somewhat strange under light pollution. The vegetation covers the dark brown ground, and at this moment the sun is rising from the east, and the slanting light sweeps across the valley, spills into the town, and finally shines on the wilderness outside the window-in the light, those should originally symbolize the magic pollution The lush vegetation of the country also seemed a bit vibrant.

"Today's sunshine is very good. The elf astrologist said that such sunny weather will last for at least a week. This seems to be a good sign," Rosetta got up to greet him, and said casually, "I was here yesterday. It's already dusk, so that I can't see clearly what the scenery here is-the wasteland monitoring point under the night is too gloomy, I didn't expect it to look different in the early morning."

Gao Wen smiled slightly, and sat down casually: "When we met yesterday, the night was still covering the whole town, but the sun is flooding the room at this time today. In comparison, I still prefer daytime, which makes people feel good. happy."

Matilda was turning around and walking from the window. After hearing Gawain’s words, she seemed to be taken aback for a while, but she quickly returned to her usual expression. She came to Rosetta Augustus, and while seated, she pointed to a plate of red fruit placed on the coffee table: "This was sent by the elves this morning. They said this is your special purpose for this meeting. A gift from Cecil?"

Gao Wen glanced at the small red fruits in the plate and nodded with a smile: "Yes, I brought this here. It will be provided to representatives of all parties during the meeting. Considering that Typhon people have a habit of eating fruits in the morning, I asked them to send a copy here this morning—how is it, do you like the taste?"

"Very good, I have never seen anything like this anywhere else," Matilda said. "What's its name?"

"The Thorin tree fruit, the fruit of the Thorin giant tree-you should have heard of this giant tree."

Matilda didn't seem to react for a while, but Rosetta Augustus next to him couldn't help showing a strange expression on his face. Then he coughed twice, seeming to interrupt the current situation deliberately. Greetings, and took the initiative to avert the topic: "How about the rest last night?"

"Very good," Gawain nodded and said casually, "and we received information from the Bitter Winter early in the morning."

The room seemed a little quiet for a moment. Rosetta seemed to be surprised that Gawain’s attitude would be so plain. His eyes could not help but stay on Gawain for a few seconds before he said in a deep voice: "The Bitter Winter is indeed A very advanced ship."

"I'm a little curious," Gawain leaned forward slightly, with a serious expression on his face, "How long did you take to build those outposts? When did you start to build them?"

Rosetta was silent for a moment, and said calmly: "After noticing the Bitter Winter’s patrol route, we realized its role-then we spent more than half a month observing its patrol rules and detection distance, and determining its general The number of crew members, and finally completed the construction of all outposts in the twelve-hour interval."

"Twelve hours?" Amber was surprised, "How did you do it?"