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Chapter 1443 Harbinger

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    Huge golden oak trees grow wantonly in the courtyard, and their open canopy covers almost three-quarters of the courtyard like a canopy. Around this huge plant that relies on the power of nature, a faint light disperses the shadow world.  In the eternal darkness, a vibrant nursery is bathed in light, eternally lush and undefeated in all seasons.

    A gust of wind blew from afar, stirring the green leaves in the nursery. Amidst the gentle rustling, Amorn, who was tending the flowers and plants, raised his head and looked at the golden oak tree not far away - a figure was quietly leaning against it.  On the tree trunk, she closed her eyes as if she was taking a nap, but as the breeze blew, the lightly sleeping lady slowly opened her eyes, and two shining magical lights appeared in the depths of her eyes.

    "You're back?" Amorn greeted casually, "You can watch the drama by yourself, I'm not done yet."

    "I didn't leave in the first place - I just sent an avatar to do activities 'outside'." Myrmina remained sitting under the oak tree and lazily raised her head to glance at Amorn, "You are tossing  It¡¯s been almost a whole day, haven¡¯t you finished yet?¡±

    "I plan to redo the plan, and then find a way to open another piece of land outside the original boundary of the courtyard." Amorn shook his head, and the two small flowers wrapped around the antlers swayed gently in the dim light, "Phil  Na and Leerna said they wanted to plant some blue bell flowers and silver leaf grass, which are plants unique to the Silver Empire and may not be suitable for planting next to potatoes"

    "To be honest, I don't think anything suitable to be planted around your vegetable patch - the combination is too strange," Myrmina muttered, then her eyes fell on Amorn's corner, and when she saw that  With two swaying flowers, she couldn't help but reveal a smile on her face, "It would be great if I could also hear their voices I'm really curious about what they usually talk to you about."

    "It's just daily chatting - do you want to hear it? Then in a few decades maybe more than ten years," Amorn seemed to have a smile in his tone, "They are recovering little by little, and they will soon be able to recover from their souls."  When they break out of their slumber, they will be "spirits" that can communicate with the outside world. At that time, I plan to find a way to make two new bodies for themor find Bertila to make two new ones. She is called Bell over there.  The technology tested on Na¡¯s elf seems to be quite successful.¡±

    As he spoke, he paused, then looked at Mirmina curiously: "Are you done over there? I remember that the Shadow Show takes a long time to produce Or should I say you are in charge?  Is the part over already?¡±

    Mirmina immediately waved her hand: "It's not that fast. It's just that I'm done with today's things. I left the avatar over there so I can help them with some less important work, answer some questions and so on. Tomorrow  I still have to 'pass', the next two scenes are famous scenes, and I have to take part in them myself"

    " Anyway, I don't understand what you are all busy with," Amorn muttered, "I just heard that you were going to help those mortals make a shadow play about the fall of the magic goddess. I thought you just needed  In the past, it was enough to just die in one go, but now it looks like it¡¯s still a pretty big project.¡±

    "I can't explain it to you," Myrmina narrowed her eyes, "Just wait and see the finished product. But then againare you really not going to try it too? What about the Theocratic Council?  Bian is planning to make the show "Lord of All Laws" into a long series if it succeeds, and to interpret all the stories of the gods in the form of a shadow drama. You will probably be the next onethink about it?"

    "I'm not interested - and I don't think I will be good at this," Amorn shook his head, "But I'm quite looking forward to what kind of story the mortals will tell me. The history of the Silver Elves is much older than that of humans.  , and my origin is in the earliest period of the history of the Silver Elf. Many early information about nature worship has long disappeared in the ancient years. Under this situation, how does the talented Firm plan to complete this difficult task?  ¡­ It¡¯s curious.¡±

    "Don't you even know this part of the matter?" Mirmina glanced at Amorn in surprise, "Even if you don't go into battle yourself, you can still give them some information for reference."

    "Do you know the history before your own birth?" Amorn asked back, "In the stage when the ideological trend has not yet taken shape, the gods do not have complete self-awareness at all, and that is precisely the most critical period for the birth of a god."

    "Ah, that's true, I forgot," Mirmina said in a confused tone, but soon said nonchalantly, "But it doesn't have any impact. I just made it up if I couldn't find the information. The key to this project is not really  Not to let people figure out how we came, but to make people think they figured out how the gods came - and how the gods disappeared. They also assigned me eight of the original revealed 'Arcanes'.  Where's the disciple??Exceeding the backlash from the Deep Blue Well"

    "It was not just the Deep Blue Well that destroyed half of his 'humanity', but also his 'humanity' itself" Amorn muttered, "No matter what the truth is, no one will know about it.  "

    "Yes, no one will know about it. Even the fall of the God of Holy Light will not be gradually lifted until many years later - this is to prevent the world's thoughts and respect for the God of Holy Light from re-forming, leading to  Create a new God of Holy Light." Myrmina shook her head. "After all, the truth of this matter is too special. It is related to the big explosion seven hundred years ago. People's emotions will change on any small matter.  It could be magnified to the point of getting out of control, and this is the right decision.¡±

    "No one knows the merits and demerits" Amorn lowered his head slightly, "But maybe, at least we should commemorate that guy - even if he is as stupid as the God of War."

    Myrmina cast her gaze: "To commemorate? How do you plan to commemorate?"

    "Prepare a bouquet of flowers for Him under the golden oak tree, just like the mourning between mortals," Amorn said softly, while standing up and walking towards the flower bed at the edge of the courtyard, "I remember there is a  Um?"

    Amorn stopped and made a confused sound.

    He stared at the open space adjacent to the "border" at the edge of the courtyard. Outside the vitality coverage of the golden oak tree, several clusters of flowers of unknown species were blooming quietly in the dimness.

    Myrmina¡¯s voice came from behind: ¡°What did you find?¡±

    "Another 'weed' appeared outside my memory," Amoun said in a deep voice, "I can be sure that I did not plant it."

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    The canopy of Solin¡¯s giant tree, the monitoring center of the Xinghai Project.

    Bud Wendell, who was on duty, sat in his seat and listened carefully to the "sound" captured by Solin's main antenna.

    But so far, all he has recorded today is the normal background noise from the antenna itself and atmospheric interference.

    The "Noi" people no longer send call signals 24 hours a day as they did in the past. After the last communication, they replaced the uninterrupted broadcast with one every thirty or more hours.  The brief pulse of information to say you are safe is like some kind of brief routine greeting, and it is still some time before this routine greeting arrives.

    That distant alien civilization seems to have seriously remembered the "Free Mic Turn Off" reminder sent by the Loren Alliance in the initial communication, and used it to standardize their "etiquette" in interstellar communication. Now they are waiting.  Loren once again established communication with them and maintained his courtesy and patience in the process.

    To be honest, Bard has a good impression of this alien group that he has never even met.

    At this moment, a low-frequency buzz suddenly came from the monitoring headphones, and an indicator light on the device next to it also flashed - the main antenna captured the already familiar signal.

    Bard subconsciously looked up at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall opposite, and found that the signal appeared nearly an hour earlier than the "routine greeting" this time.

    A trace of doubt flashed in his mind, but it did not affect the work at hand - no matter what news the Noi people suddenly sent, as a senior "listener" of the monitoring department, he had to ensure that the information was completely and properly processed.  Record and report important summaries or major changes to superiors in a timely manner.

    The recording device has begun to automatically store the original signals captured by the main antenna, and the automatic compilation system connected to the main brain has begun to convert those signals into pictures according to a mature process, and output them to the magic projection in front of Bard, and under Bard's control  , the printing device next to it quickly came into operation, printing the processed images into paper documents for later transfer and filing between departments.

    Bud was doing these tasks skillfully. While listening to the pleasant ringing from the monitor earphones, he glanced at the information spit out from the printer next to him. He turned a pen unconsciously in his hand, but gradually, his face  He showed a somewhat astonished expression, and his hand movements stopped a little bit.

    The signal captured by the main antenna is still continuing - this is not a short routine greeting, the Noi people suddenly sent a lot of messages!

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