After the train traveled for about two hours, announcements sounded in each carriage, reminding passengers that they were arriving at the station ahead.
Palmer, who was slightly sleepy, immediately woke up. This was his first time arriving in the hidden land. The same was true for everyone else in the car. Everyone cheered up and looked through the car window to observe the scenery outside.
"I'm quite curious about what a society where sublime people are supreme would look like." Palmer said, rubbing his eyes.
Boluogo said from the side, "You will see it soon."
As soon as he finished speaking, the train entered the tunnel in the mountains, and the carriage was suddenly plunged into darkness. After a period of driving, the train left the tunnel, and bright light penetrated the carriage.
After a brief dazzling loss of consciousness, Boluogo's vision became clear again, and then a majestic city came into view.
The train entered a deep valley at this time, surrounded by tall circular cliffs. Sunlight and vines fell from the center. Under the light, a city hidden in the deep valley appeared.
The first thing that caught Bologo's eyes was the countless high towers. Their architectural styles were not similar to any of the ones Bologg was familiar with. They were completely opposite to the rough and barbaric style of Kenshi. The architecture was smooth everywhere.
The long lines, the top of the tower are open umbrellas, like giant mushrooms.
They are stacked up one after another, like a circle of dominoes. In the center is the tallest tower. It passes through the boundary above the deep valley and penetrates into the dazzling sunlight. I wonder if there is the same one.
A huge umbrella-shaped building opens in the sunlight on the ground.
The cliffs of the circular canyon are also covered with honeycomb-shaped buildings. They have completely transformed the circular canyon and extend all the way to the top of the cliff. They are just like the long-destroyed Wandering Fork Road. However, this place is not as abject and decayed as the Wandering Fork Road. Instead, it is full of prosperity.
, mysterious and full of futuristic feeling.
"Wow……"
Palmer couldn't help but sigh, and then he murmured, "No wonder these people always think of us as country people, this place does have a sense of the future."
"I had the same feeling when I first came here."
A slightly aged voice sounded from behind, and Palmer turned around nervously. At some point, Nathaniel came over. He leaned down and shared a window with the two of them, looking at the city outside.
"In many aspects, the Secret Group is indeed a bastard, but we must also admit that they do have many areas of improvement."
Nathaniel seemed to have heard the content of the conversation between the two, and he continued, "For example, they really envisioned a society of Sublimators standing in the sun."
Pointing to the tall tower in the center, he said, "That tall tower is called the Holy Hub and is the heart of the city. With the same comparison, you can understand it as the reclamation center located in the Oath City Opos.
room."
"Ether, a transcendent energy that we do not yet fully understand, is like an embodied miracle that, through different alchemical matrices, can consume the ether to distort reality."
When Nathaniel mentioned this, he glanced at Boluogo vaguely. Both of them knew the principle of ether, but they just had to deceive Palmer temporarily.
"Based on this principle, the Secret Group built an ether reactor to provide a steady stream of electricity to the entire city by continuously consuming ether."
No matter how much the group of secrets devote themselves to ether technology, what supports the human world is still the existing basic science.
"They combine ether technology with basic science very well. In addition to electricity, they also created this kind of terrain that is almost impossible to exist in nature through large-scale control. They also repaired underground water veins and obtained a steady stream of water.
Water resources.”
Nathaniel praised, "Without restrictions, the Sublime Ones can freely release their creativity."
In the circular valley, Boluogo saw one figure after another rising into the air, walking freely between the towers... For a moment, Boluogo was really moved. With the power of the defender, he could
He was driving through the streets at high speed, but in order to hide his identity, he actually had to prepare for the driver's license test.
The idea quickly dissipated, Bologo said, "But if you are too free, it will only grow wildly."
"I agree with this. A condenser should not be a certain identity, but a tool and a function. For example, if a leader like you is on the construction site, he will be an amazingly efficient porter, not a arrogant person."
An arrogant uncle."
"Don't you think you're looking down on me a little bit if I work as a porter?"
Nathaniel said, "Just to give you an example, a high-level condenser like you is suitable for dealing with more troublesome things, such as natural disasters."
"I know this," Palmer interjected. "The Clerks family is often deployed to deal with natural storm disasters. Often the storm will be defeated by us as soon as it approaches."
"Yes, that's it. Condensers can not only be used in wars, they should also be like reformers to create a better world."
Boluogo raised his head and glanced at Nathaniel, "It's really weird coming from your mouth."
"Is it because I am the biggest killer?" Nathaniel laughed, and then said, "If the Condenser wants to step out of the shadows and completely integrate into the world, there is still a long way to go, at least in terms of targeting the Condenser.
There are still many laws to prepare for the restraint of the Chinese."
Boluogo said, "There is also a judicial institution for those who sublime. Ordinary people cannot arrest those who sublime."
"Yes, a strict control agency is necessary."
Borogo and Nathaniel asked and answered questions, and they suddenly thought about the future of the Condenser. While it was beautiful, many problems also emerged, such as the most fundamental problem.
What would happen if a pathological lunatic were allowed to master extraordinary powers? On the first day, they might be honest, on the second day they might be restrained, and on the third day, they might be like the Night Clan, completely regarding themselves as higher than human beings.
existence and lose the moral bottom line.
There are too many examples of this kind. Boluogo has read the files and the Bureau of Order executes many out-of-control Sublime People every year. Therefore, if the Sublime People want to integrate into the world, the review of the implanted ones will also be a necessary part.
.
"So...you still regard the Group of Secrets as a testing ground?" Boluogo suddenly thought.
"Absolutely. We don't have that much energy to conduct experiments to simulate society," Nathaniel smiled. "Don't you really think that the Bureau of Order will let him maintain his independence so easily?"
"It seems that the social simulation trend of the Secret Group is very bad."
"It's not particularly bad. At least these Sublime Ones still have mortal nature and are still limited by their lifespan." Nathaniel suddenly became serious, "But once these people become immortal, that will be really shocking.
A world of despair.”
Nathaniel said, "The world has faced a crisis like this before."
Bologg had read those confidential files, and he knew what Nathaniel was referring to, so Bologg whispered.
"Extraordinary disaster·Eternal blood tax."
As soon as Bologo recalls the essence of the eternal blood tax, he will feel a lingering sense of despair and suffocation. It is different from all the extraordinary disasters that Bologg knows. It is a feeling of powerlessness that goes deep into the bone marrow.
, even if Bologo holds the sword in his hand, he can't cut away any hope of death.
When a person with absolute power gains near-eternal life, it will be a shackles that no one can break, a completely frozen hell on earth.
After realizing this, Bologo was once again grateful for Sere's betrayal, and lamented that this bastard actually had the courage to betray his own class. As for the reason for the betrayal, no one still knows.
"The Bureau of Order can tolerate the various demands of the Secret Groups, and even says that we can reluctantly accept even their refusal to join the War Alliance."
Nathaniel said, "But we just cannot accept that the Secret Group has something to do with the Night Clan. This is the last red line."
Bologo immediately understood Nathaniel's vigilance and anger, "The group of secrets is very likely to promote the eternal blood tax again."
Palmer vaguely understood the conversation between the two, and also knew the true purpose hidden under the curtain.
"Wait a minute, that is to say, the mission is just a cover. In fact, we are still an investigation team? Is the team investigating the secrets connected with the disobedient royal court?"
The train entered the station, and the carriage shook slightly. Nathaniel patted Palmer on the shoulder with a smile on his face, "It's not really an investigation team."
Nathaniel then said something that made Palmer pale, "You and Boluogo are just the two of you, at most, we are an investigation team."
Burlogo felt helpless at Palmer's slow response, "Otherwise, what do you think he did by dragging us two debtors?"
Nathaniel lifted Bologg and Palmer up from their seats. Under his broad shoulders, Bologg and Palmer stood on each side. It was like an act of intimacy, but more like intimidation.
"We've arrived at the station, and it's really too late to turn back now."
On the platform, the welcoming team had been waiting here for a long time. Several figures walked out of the carriage in a swaggering manner. They recognized the leader at first sight, it was Deputy Director Nathaniel.
The two people following Nathaniel looked a little unfamiliar. Judging from the list, they should be Bologg and Palmer.
"Palmer" stood tall and straight, with sharp eyes, and indeed had a somewhat extraordinary aristocratic demeanor, while "Bologo" seemed much sluggish.
The reception staff couldn't help but think in their hearts that even if they adhere to the concept of putting the Sublime One first, there is still a big difference between the extraordinary family and the ordinary Sublime Ones.
"Palmer" poked "Bologo" on the waist and whispered, "I thought that since you were promoted to a person in charge, you would be more positive about your work."
"Bologo" said weakly, "Is it possible that I just hate work by nature?"
"Palmer" said, "Stop complaining and stand up straight. We are now the Imperial Envoy."
