Please abide by the Basic Law

Chapter 176

Langdon asked back: "Do you want magic to decline forever?"

Cecil was a little bit tangled up. Emotionally speaking, he certainly hoped that magic would be completely dead. The best magic is dead magic. It’s not that he hates it, but that magic can easily do “big things” because of one person. "Come on, it's like a group of terrorists in the industrial society who want to build a nuclear bomb must have uranium raw materials, specialized technical personnel, channels for transporting materials, places for assembly, and release that can evade various inspection mechanisms. The combination of these methods will greatly increase the cost of criminals, but what if there is magic?

It only takes a genius, and the cost of crime is too low!

Having said that, magic is also a very convenient shortcut. Many of Cecil's techniques require the assistance of magic. Under the current conditions, the "result" is first obtained, and then the process is reversed. For example, the earliest screw slot lathe Magic is used, otherwise it can't be done at all.

Magic is indeed miraculous, how much medical expenses can be saved just for the treatment alone!

As a manager, Cecil is very clear that medical treatment is not the responsibility of the residents at all, but his business. Who wants the residents to be safe and never get sick?Of course he is the guy who collects taxes. Although the disease has made the medical profession, it not only affects the quality of the population, but it is also the kind of industry that is angry and easy to cause disputes. It's much more convenient. Although he doesn't understand the operation mechanism of healing magic, the healing magic he has seen so far is much more miraculous than modern medical treatment. The only problem is that the number of magic treatments is too small.

After listening to Cecil's entanglements, Langdon asked, "So, you want industry to be the life of ordinary people, and magic to be a high-end product?"

"Isn't that good?" Cecil said, "Everyone gets what they need, and there aren't many mages who can cast magic that won't be replaced by industrial technology. Low-level mages will naturally be eliminated."

Langdon replied vaguely, looking ahead and not speaking.

The two of them are walking on the highway at the moment. It is rare that the empty highway looks like a doomsday wasteland. Occasionally, they will encounter some small animals. After the highway is opened, there will be fewer and fewer animals. On the one hand, the highway The highway divides the space for their activities, which detracts from the animals that need to migrate to survive. On the other hand, relying on the highway and post stations, the range of people's activities has greatly increased. It was impossible to walk away from the city for a few days before. Now just follow the highway, no danger at all, and natural hunting has increased.

Because of the popularity of ordinary food, the breeding industry is in a period of crazy growth. As far as Cecil knows, all the pastures along the Yuetuo Expressway have been "occupied". This kind of occupation is usually based on status and power, and there is no official certification. , Having said that, it is an unspoken rule that whoever occupies the wild land counts. The Moon City he occupied at the beginning was also a wild land.

Both sides of the Eto Expressway are cattle, sheep and pig farms, and the pastures are drying up year by year. Cecil thinks it is time to upgrade the livestock feed, and plan for the recuperation of the pastures. In the desert, since he has learned from the past on the earth, there is no need for him to wait for problems to be dealt with.

Cecil reckoned that they were on the Capital Expressway in Algiers. After seeing the design of the expressway, Tanbunita paid for the Gaoting people to build a Capital Expressway according to Foster III's idea. As a result, the Gaoting people hummed Say: "We are not paving workers, go to your magic road casting union."

Tanbuneta had a bad nose, and immediately turned to find the Magic Road Forging Union. After watching the high-speed road, the Road Forging Union reported a sky-high price to Foster III... Finally, the capital city of Tanbuneta The expressway was built by the Yuecheng Construction Engineering Team, which was the first foreign order for the newly established Middle Kingdom Engineering Team, and it was very profitable.

Will the road casting union not be able to repair low-cost highways?

The answer is no, of course, but they won't drop the price, which will lower the value.

Cecil was looking at the firmness of the road under his feet, estimating how long it would take for the current concrete road to be resurfaced, when he heard Langdon say, "I thought you hated magic."

"Me?" Cecil asked in surprise, "I don't hate you."

"You've always disliked using magic," Langdon said.

"I don't like it because I don't like it. I'm afraid that people are used to the convenience of magic and don't want to suffer from industry. Industrial development is always very difficult at the beginning, and there are many detours." Speaking of this, Cecil couldn't help recalling the past. time.

At first, he wanted to defeat magic with industry, get the same status as Langdon, and prove himself. Now, the big cat has been acquired, Moon City has been established, and Langdon has also shown that he doesn't like magic. Suddenly, magic has become It doesn't matter that much, and he doesn't even mind letting the magic continue, the age of mortals is unstoppable after all.

Cecil would not talk about these small thoughts with Langdon, and seemed very petty.

"You can't relax now." Langdon said, "The most important thing is that you don't have any accidents. Everything else doesn't matter. If you die, other things will be meaningless."

Cecil agrees with this sentence, just like the Dijal, a thing as large as Yuncheng, has been floating in the sky for thousands of years. Once the Dijal died, no one would know what it was anymore. According to rumors, it was actually recognized as a city of magic lunatics.

"Hey, don't tell me, I ran into Yuncheng on the first day I came, and then you were sent here because of what Yuncheng did. Do you think this is fate?" Cecil said enthusiastically, " It's like fate!"

Langdon leaned over and kissed Cecil on the cheek, and said softly, "If this is fate, I fully accept it."

"Speaking of it." Cecil brought the topic back, "I think it's possible to restore magic updates, how about just restoring medical aspects? Other magic shouldn't be so complicated, right?"

"Number Six said it is true that elemental magic is usually relatively simple, relatively speaking." Langdon replied after a moment of silence, as if talking to Number Six, "Healing magic is too complicated, so it uses the method of triage." .”

Cecil remembered something: "Why can't healing magic restore mutilated limbs?"

Healing magic can treat even cancer in theory, but the missing limbs cannot be regenerated. Moyer can regenerate because of his identity as a devil. Others, not even Master Owen, can do it.

"Number Six doesn't know, it seems to be some kind of limitation." Langdon said, "Magic can create an arm that is exactly like a human, and it can also connect this arm to a human body, but it cannot restore the function of the arm."

"Does Number Six know about nerves?"

"It says it knows, of course the nerve is connected, it's useless, it can't recover its function." Langdon laughed, "It's yelling in my ear, I think you take it for an idiot."

At this time, Cecil was extremely thankful that he didn't wear the golden contact ring on his ears. He said with a smile, "Well, let's restore the triage system of healing magic, but we need to add an advertisement when the magic information returns."

Langdon raised his eyebrows: "Advertising? What are you going to do?"

Cecil was pretty sure Langdon meant "doing" and not "doing", but he didn't care, people would travel in vain if they didn't mess around, and besides, he'd already done so much.

"It means that every time the triage advances to a level of magic, the person who uses magic will hear a sentence. If you don't listen, don't even try to use magic."

"What?"

Cecil thought for a while, and said with some embarrassment: "The Middle Kingdom, the land of dreams."

The two were flirting and flirting on a desolate highway, and the atmosphere was not bad. In contrast, King Foster III of Tambuneta was very moody.Since that terrible night, he has become weaker and weaker day by day. He can't breathe, has no strength and no appetite. He has heart palpitations all day long. It seems that it will die at any time.

These symptoms tormented him day and night and never stopped. Healing mages, herbalists and priests couldn't solve it. His temper became extremely irritable, but his body was weak and weak. This kind of inability to control himself exacerbated his inner irritability .

"The plague is coming? It's coming. Are the civilians worth saving? Don't you know healing magic? If you don't, die!" When the minister reported the news, Foster III, who was usually calm and wise, roared. Said, and then his face turned blue because of excitement, and he sat down on the throne with his hands on his chest, "Don't bother me with such trivial things!"

The ministers bowed their heads, and they saw the king's weakness, which was like fuel, and the fire of ambition grew vigorously.

"Why do you look at me like this?" Foster III's hoarse and gloomy voice sounded, "Do you think I don't know what you are thinking? I am still alive and will not die, everyone, keep your eyes open, your monarch is doing well sitting here!"

The ministers lowered their heads so that the backs of their necks were exposed.

At the same time, the healing mages in the palace were also roaring.

"Why does the phrase Middle Kingdom, Land of Dreams always appear?! What's wrong! What does treatment have to do with the Middle Kingdom? And what does it have to do with dreams?"

"Maybe a hint?"

"Whose reminder? God? My archmage, you should wake up, we are mages, and mages never give good looks to gods!"

"Perhaps the god of magic?"

"For the sake of your mother's hard work in giving birth to you, the God of Magic has long...how did his brain grow?"

"What the hell is this prompt for? Just repeating it like this, I'm going crazy!"

"...I dreamed about this sentence after I fell asleep yesterday."

"Ah ah ah ah, stop, don't repeat it again!"

Cecil had no idea that his advertisement had become a nightmare for mages. He and Langdon arrived in Algis at this time. In the same order as usual, there was a small shed at the gate of the city, and a group of healing mages stayed idly inside. The sign read "Ten Nitas for a cleansing magic, and a hundred Nitas for a healing magic".

"It's so dark." Cecil sighed, "Is there anyone here?"

"There is a reason for putting it here," Langdon said.

Sure enough, when they arrived at the gate of the city, the inspectors asked everyone to cast healing magic for themselves. Langdon cast it for Cecil, but was stopped: "Cast it yourself or find a healer, otherwise you are not allowed to enter."

Cecil: "My friend used it for me."

"No way, no way." The guard guard said impatiently, "If you can't, get out."

Cecil: "..."

Now I can understand why that expensive treatment shed can exist.

One hundred nita is impossible, no matter what, not to mention that Russell will feel distressed, Cecil himself will feel distressed, he wanted Langdon to take him in quietly again, but he did not expect Langdon to drag him into the While taking out a ring, after rubbing the palm of his hand for a moment, the ring lit up, and soon dimmed again.

Langdon said, "Someone will pick us up later."

"Who?" Cecil was not surprised. Langdon always has a lot of contacts and skills. It is definitely a blessing to have Langdon's help. "Your friend?"

"emmmmm..." Langdon made an ambiguous voice, "probably a friend, a guy from the Magic Association."

Cecil was taken aback: "Then our true identity has not been exposed?"

"It's okay, he will keep it a secret for us," Langdon said.

"Oh." Cecil was not surprised. It has been a day or two since Langdon has been favored by the Magic Association. "Is it your friend when you went to the certification?"

"Well, to be precise, a classmate." Langdon smiled, "A classmate from the magic school, and now serves as the president of the Arge Branch of the Magic Association."

Cecil was surprised this time: "Have you ever attended a magic school?"

"Is it weird that I went to a magic school?" Langdon asked rhetorically.

"No." Cecil said, "It's just that I thought you...uh, you hate getting along with magicians. It was taught by Brian himself."

"I didn't hate it before, and it was impossible for the teacher to teach me all the magic. In other words, I can learn more than the teacher can teach." Langdon showed a look of nostalgia, "I was very fond of magic when I was young." Longing, after all, magic represents status, power and wealth, and having magic means having everything, but..."

Cecil still wanted to ask again, but a luxurious magic carriage driving out of the city gate attracted his attention. Due to the decline of magic carriages over the years, the right to modify them freely has long been released. This carriage is painted in bright orange. It is red, and the decorations are mostly bright red and dark blue. It looks like a parade float.

The "float car" drove straight to where Langdon was standing, and a middle-aged man with green eyes jumped out of the car. He was very strong, not as strong as a mage, with metal armguards on his arms. She didn't dress like a mage, but she was holding an extremely flamboyant red snake-scale cane, and even the patterns on the snake scales shone in the sunlight.

Cecil's eyes hurt a little, hot.

"Landon!" The flamboyant middle-aged man opened his arms, revealing his broad chest muscles—literally, this guy's chest is open, and it has been crossed to his waist. "You are finally willing to come for authentication!"

"I'm not here for certification, Samuel." Langdon smiled helplessly, "I've said it countless times, I don't want to be certified for magic potential, you and I both understand what that means."

"Old guys are old guys, I have a new opinion, do you want to hear it?"

Samuel patted Langdon on the back hard, and at the same time glanced at Cecil seemingly indifferently.Of course, Cecil squeezed out a smile and prepared to socialize. Unexpectedly, he turned around like this and smiled at Langdon: "Come on, the Magic Association always welcomes you." After speaking, he pulled Langdon to go.

Langdon didn't move, he naturally turned around and supported Cecil's arm, and said with a respectful expression, "Let me introduce, Samuel, this is my Majesty, and I am now the cavalry of the Central King."

Samuel's smile froze, and complex emotions flickered in his eyes: "People said that you became a king knight. I didn't believe it at first, but I didn't expect it to be true."

"Of course it's true." Langdon has always insisted on his own opinion on this kind of matter, and he has never wavered. He can molest Cecil at will, but if others dare to make jokes about this kind of matter, he will never take it lightly. Let it go, "Samuel, I love my king and am willing to dedicate my life to him. If you still consider me a friend, please don't speak nonsense."

Samuel opened his mouth, as if he had something to say, but he finally swallowed it back, squeezed out a dry smile and said, "Welcome to Al and Magic Association, Your Majesty."

"If you don't welcome me, I don't have to go." Cecil is not losing his temper, especially with Langdon's support, "I don't even have to come here."

Samuel blurted out: "Then you..." Before the words came out, Langdon and Cecil stood together with clear positions. He took a deep breath and turned to Langdon with a pleading look, "I really have something to discover. , just wanted to tell you something. I heard that the Central King can't do magic?"

Langdon's expression remained unchanged, and he said calmly, "He is my king, Samuel."

Samuel finally lost his mind and said, "Please get in the car, Your Majesty."

Cecil didn't want to show off, so he got on the car after giving a step. After all, they didn't come here to have nothing to do, especially after learning about Foster III's illness. This was an opportunity, and he didn't want to miss it.

This time, the guard at the door did not even look at the carriage.

Tsk tsk, rich and powerful, Cecil couldn't help but sighed in his heart.

"What are you going to tell me, Samuel?" Langdon asked, holding Cecil's hand, "Is there any magic involved?"

"I think that besides magic, there is something controlling the magic energy in this world." Samuel went straight to the point, "After the wave of magic energy in Maibei Valley this year, the mechanism of magic suddenly became jerky. A lot of magic that has self-healing and finding functions has become numb and stiff, you have super legendary potential, you know what I mean, right?"

"Yes." Langdon said, "However, I don't think this should be our concern?"

"Why can't we care?" Samuel said a little excitedly, "Magic is all we have, what can we be without magic? What are we left with?!"

"There are many more, Samuel. Open your eyes and look at this world." Langdon sighed, "Haven't you noticed the changes in the past few years?"

"Those little gadgets passed down from the Middle Kingdom?" Samuel raised his voice, "Those are just small things, what can they change? Langdon, why are you still like this! You always care about these things even though you have super legendary potential Minutiae! Those things can’t change anything, and magic is still an irrefutable truth! With magic, you have everything!”

"Then do you have everything now? The branch president of the Magic Association." Cecil couldn't help mocking.

"Of course!" Samuel raised his hands into fists as if to prove something, "Magic is not only the past, but also the present, and even the future! There is nothing more important than magic!"

Cecil received a helpless look from Langdon, and finally understood why Langdon was unwilling to get involved with the Magic Association.

Samuel's persuasion went all the way, which can be called earnest, at first Cecil would block a few words, and then he simply shut up and said nothing - it's more meaningful than playing the piano with a cow!

When the car stopped, Samuel finally asked the first meaningful question after meeting: "What are you doing here?"

"See Foster III," Langdon said.

Samuel was taken aback, and asked, "Without a formal note?"

Of course, there is a whole set of procedures for the meeting between the king and the king, which is very long and complicated and the safety of both parties must be ensured. Although countries will not enlarge embassies in each other's countries, messages can be transmitted through various inter-civilization organizations, such as Magic Association, Gay Knights.

This time, Cecil sent the news through the Gay Knights. Unexpectedly, Foster III rejected it outright, even when they threw out a bargaining chip for treatment.

The news sent back by the Gay Knights is very intriguing: [Wang Qi has not seen the king for a week, and the two news were delivered by the new attendant. 】

The word "new" is very eye-catching.

Cecil suspected that the news had never reached Foster's own ears at all. There are indeed people in this world who would risk their lives, but he didn't think Foster belonged to this type.Fortunately, he and Langdon were in Tambunita, and it was easy to change the itinerary, just to see if it was worth it.

"What can we get in exchange?" Langdon asked.

"A large number of immigrants?" Cecil was not sure, "There are also large-scale procurement projects, does the king mean what he says?"

"Just sign the magic contract." Langdon said indifferently, "Unless the king is changed, we must abide by it."

"Change the king?" Cecil had a playful expression, "emmmmmm..."

Now it seems that Tambunita does have plans to change the king.

"I advise you not to go at this time." Samuel frowned and said, "The palace is not secure right now."

Cecil and Langdon exchanged glances.

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