Chapter 605： End of winter (1/2)

Andersa looked at her loyal monarch with a trace of horror.

At first, she did not hear anything wrong with Rosetta the Great. Because almost any Titan aristocrat who mastered the situation and understood the changes of the Empire over the years can see that there will be a war between Tifeng and Ansu. It was a necessity, but soon, she realized that Rosetta’s words were more than that.

Gao Wen Cecil will eventually be an enemy of Tifeng.

Rosetta Augustus has always regarded Ansu as a prey, but now there is a hunter and a hungry hunter in the prey.

"Your Majesty, why should you cooperate with him?"

"There are many forms of war, and 'cooperation' is one of them," Rosetta said calmly. "In this cooperation, the interests of the empire can be too great. The children of Cecil have what we need urgently. But at the same time, we also have what they need in our hands... We are trying to figure them out, and they are trying to figure us out."

Andersa lowered his head slightly and pondered the deep meaning of the emperor's words.

“The 'magic industry' created by the Cecils is changing the rules of society. I still don't see what it will eventually become, but I can feel that the existing order is based on land and farming. The order will soon be broken by factories and machines. In this field, the Cecils are already ahead of us, but they have their advantages and we have ours," Rosetta continued. "This car will be The car is sent back to the country, sent to the Imperial Engineering Association, and dismantled into parts. No matter how much it costs, we must understand how it works. We can temporarily create better than it, but at least we must create it. Run like that.

"In addition, I told the Duke of Dinantan to convene a court consultant to count the national iron ore, magic material and the production and demand of grain and cotton, and plan the initial transportation route.

“Scholars in organizing machinery and magical technology, from now on, let them work together with road workers to become 'workers'. The Cecils have a high probability of not allowing our mages and scholars to participate. In the technical aspects of repairing 'railroads', they are unlikely to recruit workers.

"Prepare an order for me to let the Duke of Severn start the preparations for the 'bank'...

"The council is assessing the risks of all matters..."

Risk... Andersa flashed the word in his mind and kept every order of Rosetta the Great.

The giant day is hidden behind the chaotic cloud, and the light leaking from the clouds gradually approaches the western horizon. The skylight quickly dimmes, the street lights in the camp are lit up, and the bright magic spar lights release a constant radiance. Let this small camp be like a beacon in the chaos, shining and radiant with the magnificent wall of grandeur.

Rosetta Augustus returned to his own palace, and he sat quietly on the high-back chair, with many reports and materials related to factory, road, and cotton production.

As the night darkened, the emperor glanced at the skylight outside the window, then leaned back slightly on the back of the chair, closed his eyes and took a short break.

The boundless darkness and the tranquility of the darkness seem to cover his senses and spirit for a moment.

Rosetta Augustus opened his eyes and he saw himself in a magnificent palace.

The palace is extremely beautiful, the columns are towering and the dome is spectacular. All the walls and roofs are painted with exquisite paintings and colorful lines. The narrow windows with thick abundance style are set on the walls on both sides. The crystal glass on the windows is also the same. There are complex and delicate patterns.

A wide hall is presented in front of Rosetta, which can hold thousands of people to hold a dance. In fact, the entire palace is empty.

An unspeakable death enveloped this gorgeous and empty building. There were no attendants, no guards, no half-shadows. Only the desert, dusk light came in from the high narrow window and fell in the palace hall. One after another, the dark and dark shadows.

Rosetta quietly looked at the uninhabited palace in this dream, and the look was indifferent. After a short silence, he walked forward.

In the moment when he took a step, countless low-pitched, ambiguous, whispers and whispers from unknown sources suddenly came from all directions.

The ubiquitous voice was mixed with shuffled conversations and laughter, as if mixed with depressing crying and screaming, as if this empty palace was suddenly full of people, those invisible Visitors or residents come and go in the empty corridors and halls, around Rosetta Augustus, talking and laughing, crying, but surrounded by these sounds, Rosetta just walked quietly, as if ignoring The interference of all sounds.

Finally, there was a clear whisper in the chaotic whisper and whisper, which was hoarse and low into the ear of the Emperor of Tifeng: "...ah...you are coming again...so I don't know how to yield..."

Rosetta continued to move forward. As he stepped forward, the wide hall was broken silently, and a corridor deep and long, where he did not know where to go, appeared in front of him. There was also a narrow window on both sides of the corridor. The skylight is sprinkled through the narrow window on the opposite wall, and between the light and the shadow, you can see a portrait hanging silently on the wall.

Rosetta saw her brother, saw her father, and saw her uncle...

Everyone who has inherited the blood of the Augustus family, who has left the world, hangs quietly here, through the cold oil painting, watching himself with a cold voice.

The closest to him is his eldest son who died young.

The young man who solidified in the frame looked at Rosetta and suddenly said: "Father... don't you stop and rest?"

Rosetta did not stop and continued to move forward.

The deep whisper rang again: "There are deaths on both sides of this road. At the end of this road, it is also death..."

Rosetta gradually moved to the depths of the corridor, and the surrounding light had become more and more dim. The portraits on both sides began to become more and more ancient, more and more faded, and more indifferent, and those from the older ages. It seems to be a malicious look at the Emperor Tifeng in the corridor, and the deep whisper is still ringing:

"...It's better to stop and take a break. You don't have to challenge this impossible task...

"How painful the truth is... It’s better to leave it behind, sometimes it’s a mortal blessing to live ignorantly...

"The Augustus before you, they are as stubborn as you, but what are their results? No one succeeds, they are crazy, they are crazy... you should not see it, but since you have See, it’s better to accept this curse..."

At the end of the corridor, all the whispering whispers and whispers disappeared without a trace. Rosetta quietly looked up and looked at the portraits hanging at the end of the corridor.

That is the beginning of the name "Augustus" as the ruler of Tifeng, the Augustus of this ancient family earlier than that, which has disappeared over time in the ruin of the ancient Gangyan Empire, even though There is a name circulated, and it is impossible to leave an image in this "palace".

In the shadow of the shadows, Rosetta saw several portraits: Roland Augustus, Betomond Augustus, Thalia Augustus...

At the end of these parallel images, he saw the position of Bertila Augustus, but in the middle of the dark frame, it seemed to be covered with a layer of shadow that completely covered the seven hundred years. The face of the former active Saint.

Rosetta looked calmly at the portrait for a while, then withdrew her gaze and broke the silence for the first time: "Is Bellilla Augus really alive?"

In the depths of the empty palace, there was no voice to answer his questions.

Rosetta seemed to have expected this result. He just showed a sneer smile and turned to the direction of coming.

The whisper sounded again: "Why are you still crazy?"