Chapter 937： funeral

The goddess of magic probably really won't come back.

Victor awakened from the deep meditation and saw the familiar magic laboratory in front of him, with unfolded books and rune stones arranged neatly on the table not far away, and the copper kettle on the side was floating. There was a slight lilac smoke, and the scent of incense was escaping from there.

There are still some light and chaotic impressions in his mind, that is the "revelation" brought by deep meditation, which may also be mixed with a little "shadow" like a mixture of dreams and fantasy. He shook his head, leaving those impressions of no practical meaning out of his mind: in those impressions, there was no feedback from the magic goddess.

Victor exhaled softly, feeling that his spirit had completely recovered-as an old mage who was no longer young, his energy was not as good as before, doing several magic experiments or conducting high-intensity calculations for several hours in a row He must use deep meditation to recover, but he feels that he is very early to "retire". In terms of the life span of a high-level transcendental person, he may still be able to loyal to the Wild family for half a century. The wisdom and experience accumulated for most of your life, as well as the accurate judgment of things and changes in the situation, are the key to ensuring that you have the opportunity to continue to be loyal.

The old mage who served as a high-level consultant in the Winter Castle left his laboratory. He came to the corridor outside and saw the attendants polishing the beautiful crystal windows, and the snow-capped mountains outside the window were in a clear sky. The lower part became clearer and sharper, and there were soldiers and battle mage standing on the corner of the corridor meticulously, looking spiritual and majestic.

The hostess was not in the castle. She went to the Imperial Capital a few days ago in a passenger aircraft (based on the dragon cavalry technology). As a member of the "investigation team", she participated in the investigation of the strange disappearance of the magic goddess. On the day the master left, the Winter Castle still had to maintain orderly operations, which was the main job of Victor and several other consultants and housekeepers.

But in fact, this kind of work was not theirs. When Ms. Maggie was still in the castle, if the hostess occasionally went out and did not take her, then the maidservant would be in charge of everything in the castle. This may sound strange to outsiders. They should have difficulty imagining how a "maid"--even a maidservant--has the qualifications and ability to manage such a castle and command a large number of mages and noble knights in the castle. And only those who really live in this castle will understand that maidservant's ability and ... combat power.

However, Ms. Maggie has not returned to the northern border for a long time. She seems to be busy serving another mission assigned by the hostess and is directly serving the royal family.

A high-ranking attendant wearing a blue and white smock hurriedly walked through the corridor. When he passed by Victor, the old mage called him: "How is the castle prepared for the ceremony?"

"Master Victor," the attendant stopped and paid a tribute to the great magician. "The castle is ready-the horn has been polished, and the guard has put on an ceremonial costume. Everyone, including the painter and the kitchen maid. We have all been notified in place, we just wait for the bell to ring."

Victor nodded: "Very good, well done-keep busy."

The high-ranking attendant left, the old mage thought for a moment, then he sensed the direction of the others, and he got up and flew across the corridor, and went straight to a terrace at the end of the second floor cloister of the castle.

Several people have gathered here, and it seems that they are waiting for something while negotiating. A translucent breeze shield covers this open semi-circular terrace, blocking the cold wind from the mountains in the north. To make this terrace as comfortable and pleasant as the interior space.

The old mage controlled flying and landed smoothly on the terrace. A middle-aged mage wearing a light blue robe immediately greeted him: "Master Victor, are you finished meditation?"

"Meditation is over," Victor nodded and asked casually, "Is there new news coming from the hostess?"

"A communication came about half an hour ago," the middle-aged mage nodded back. "Let's just follow the process issued by the'Transnational Funeral Council', pay attention to order and personnel safety. There is nothing else to order."

The order of the hostess still continues the previous content, it seems that this matter will not change today-the magical goddess probably will not come back again.

"Is the Sheriff of Buddy Moore responsible for the order in the city?" Victor looked at the other man on the terrace and asked casually.

"Yes," said the middle-aged lady wearing a black conservative jacket with a golden collar on her collar. "A security team has been arranged in all the gathering and viewing areas, and medical personnel have been seated everywhere in the city. . Almost all citizens participating in the ceremony have gathered in several squares and two open spaces outside the city-places that other patrols can't see, I will always pay attention to them with the eyes of the master."

Victor nodded and calmed down slightly.

Today, a special funeral will be held, and mortals will bury a god. However, for most ordinary people in the city, the goddess of magic is a **** who has nothing to do with them, except for the amazing gimmick of "Falling God". In addition to attracting enough attention and shock, most people gathered today are actually looking at the lively, but because they are looking at the lively citizens... Maintaining order is a particularly important task.

There are too many people, and the "fall of the gods" really attracts too many people, and this makes Victor as a mage feel more uncomfortable.

He looked at the middle-aged mage wearing a light blue robe, as if he wanted to say something, but before he spoke, a melodious bell from the direction of the castle's main building suddenly interrupted his movements.

The bell was melodious and low, the rhythm was slow and solemn, and the heavy and blunt sound of the metal impact penetrated the air with a sound, rippling around around the Winter Castle, and at the same time as the castle bell sounded, below Several bell towers in the city also began to operate at almost the same time, and mechanical synchronization devices accurately driven them, and the solemn bells immediately enveloped the entire city.

Immediately afterwards, the magic net terminals inside and outside the castle were activated at the same time, and a deep and solemn voice came from the magic devices located in the Winter Garden, the meeting hall, and the city square: "All attention, silence begins."

Everyone on the terrace closed their mouths at the same time and began to observe silence in accordance with the rules of the process. The whole city became extremely quiet in an instant. Only the bells seemed to have not dispersed, echoing illusionally in people's ears.

Three minutes later, the silent session ended, and Victor heard a loud horn suddenly coming from the direction of the city wall. He raised his head subconsciously. After a moment, he saw a few small black suddenly rise in the direction of the southwestern city wall. Shadows, those dark shadows took off from the city walls, getting closer and closer, gradually showing a clear, inverted cone-like outline, they passed the main body of the castle in a low buzzing sound, and then toward the city He flew, circled over the city and returned to the castle, and continued to accelerate towards the distant frozen mountains.

That was the Dragon Cavalry squad attached to the Winter Castle. They carried the "relic ash" of the goddess of magic. According to the process, they would sprinkle the ashes to the mountains in the north before the sun sets.

In such a looped process, Victor finally felt a bit sad-although like most wizards, he was just a shallow believer of the magic goddess, but the shallow believer was also a believer after all, and at this moment he finally had something about what happened There was a sense of realism. Although it felt a little weird, he really realized...the goddess of magic could not come back.

At the funeral, in the heart of each participant, the goddess just left like a human, and he really couldn't come back.

...

The Dragon Cavalry Flying Squadron passed the city at a low altitude, and the buzzing sound came from the sky. After these aircraft carrying the "relic ash" accelerated to the direction of the Baishui River, broadcasts were set up across the city. A low and solemn voice came from the installation and began to mourn the goddess Mirmina.

Amber stepped forward and opened the study window, allowing the sounds outside to be heard more clearly into the room-those sounds echoed between the tall buildings of Cecil City, and when they were passed in, they were stacked one after another. There is a trace of unreal texture like a large chant.

Gao Wen stood behind the window, gazing calmly at the clear blue sky outside.

The three chief executives of Herty, Victoria and Baldwin stood beside Gao Wen. They listened to the movements outside and looked at each other. After a while, their expressions were a little weird.

"The funeral seems to be going very smoothly..." Hetty twitched her lips and said to Gao Wen, "There has been news of the Dragon Cavalry being lifted up everywhere."

"'Ashes' spilled into the mountains and the earth, the goddess' soul returned to this world..." Baldwin whispered, "This symbolism... is indeed extraordinary."

"Professional," Amber returned from the window commented on the side, "Very professional."

Gao Wen actually thought it was weird, but he still kept his majestic ancestors' design, and nodded slightly and said, "We have established a very professional committee for the sense of ritual at this moment."

"A **** died like a mortal at the funeral. The more solemn the ritual at this time, the more indisputable his "death" was," Hetty said, but then whispered whisperedly. Get up, "But...in another sense, the goddess of magic is still'alive' after all...Isn't it a little bit wrong to do this..."

"Somewhat unsuitable?" Gao Wen glanced at Hetty and shook his head with a smile. "But isn't Ms. Mirmina's biggest wish to destroy her own **** position-we are helping her a lot, believe me , That'Goddess' definitely has no opinion, maybe she would also like to thank us."

"...To be honest, I even suspected that she was secretly watching her funeral throughout," Amber murmured next to her. "After all, she took the initiative to hide, and she was not locked in the shadow world, she secretly No one knows when he slips out."

"That's not what we care about," Gao Wen said casually.

During their speeches, the mourning speech that resounded throughout the city gradually came to an end. In the storytelling of the announcer, the meaningful life of Ms. Mirmina, the magical goddess of love, greatness, and wisdom, was summed up. Cecil's royal family and the highest government office made an attribute for this deity, affirming his outstanding contribution to the development of mortal civilization. The basic summary is-

After the proposal of the Office of Administration, the discussion of the three consuls and the approval of the emperor, the life of Ms. Mirmina, the goddess of magic, is a life of selfless dedication, a life of love and generosity, and a life of active struggle, the people of Cecil and the world All mortals who have been blessed by the goddess of magic will remember him forever and wish him all the best.

And the formations of the Dragoons everywhere soon came to the news that they had successfully completed their mission.

In the eyes of as many witnesses as possible, the pilots of the empire carried out the largest joint flight mission in history, giving the "gods" of the goddess of magic... to the sprinkles he loved and loved. soil of.

Sprinkle evenly.

"I really didn't expect you to write something like this... a memorial speech," Victoria looked at Gao Wen, and there was always no expression on the frozen face, but the tone was obviously a little weird, "I never thought you would use this Many words of praise to describe a god... To be honest, to be able to get such a "funeral" is also glorious for anyone."

"Giving honor to the deceased is the least need to be mean. I can generously give all the praises of the world to the goddess of magic, because she is already'dead', not to mention that the more sincere our memorial service, she will die. "The more you look like a person," Gao Wen said with a smile, "and the mourning message was not meant for the dead-it was for the living."

"I don't know what's going on at Tifeng," Baldwin said suddenly. "I hope the Tifeng people don't make trouble."

"I believe in them at this point," Gao Wen said. "Maybe they don't have Magic Net communications and Dragoons, but they have communication towers across the country and two or three times more Griffins and Wizards than our Dragoons. Troops, and in the matter of'making big scenes', an old empire will never be shabby than the young Cecil. They will also have a grand funeral there,"

As he said, he glanced at the mechanical clock hanging on the wall not far away, and then nodded to the three magistrates in front of him: "It's almost time, it seems that this'funeral' has ended successfully, we talk Talk about other topics."

He left the window and returned to the back of the desk. However, when he just sat down and was about to start a conversation, his eyes solidified for a while.

Above the wooden desk, the arcane energy free in the air was focused out of thin air, leaving a scorched dent on the table quickly, the dent lines extending rapidly, and gradually spelled a striking word-

"thank you--"

Gao Wen: "..."

Before he tried to capture the breath, the energy focused out of thin air dissipated and nothing was left.

Gao Wen shook his head, brushed his hand on the table, erased the handwriting, and whispered, "Hide it up, just hide it."