Deep Sea Embers Chapter 397: City Hall

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It is snowing.

The fine weather didn't seem to last long at all, and another snowfall visited the frost. From the morning, the gloomy cloud was like a lead block over the city-state, and the disorderly cold wind kept blowing Crossing the street, and when the time was approaching noon, the snowflakes began to fall one after another. From the upper city to the lower city, from every high tower to every back alley, the whole city-state was shrouded in hazy, numerous snowflakes. middle.

The sudden snowfall made the streets seem a lot quieter.

The sound of steam brakes broke the tranquility of the street in the snow. A dark gray car stopped at the gate of the city hall. The door opened, and Agatha in black got out of the car and walked towards The tall and majestic large building with light gray as the main color in front of it.

She raised her head and looked at the towering main building of the City Hall—this classical building inherited from the royal power era still retains the majesty of the previous era, with its towering columns, arches and continuous undulating roof structure no matter what It looks imposing at any time, although its name has changed from "Winter King's Court" to the current "City Hall", but its status in the city-state has never changed.

It still symbolizes one of the "authoritative dual poles" in the city-state. Together with the silent cathedral that is far away, it shelters this city of boiling gold-the building is a history book piled up with stones, and the building circulates The changing powers and characters are nothing more than line after line of text descriptions on the pages of a book. Whether it is the Queen's Era or the current Consul system, it will inevitably become a record that has been turned over in the history book...

Agatha frowned suddenly, raised her hand and gently pinched her forehead.

She knew that she was distracted again, and she was expressing a lot of emotion like a sentimental poet—I have always been like this these two days, and for some reason, I couldn't help but think about some things, or I was in a state of mind for no reason Restless.

This is not a good phenomenon. As the gatekeeper of a city-state, one must maintain a high degree of control over one's mental state, and "wandering mind" should be avoided as much as possible.

Footsteps came from the direction of the gate, interrupting Agatha's mental activity. She raised her head and saw a senior secretary in a dark blue coat walking towards her.

"Ms. Agatha," the young man serving as the consul's assistant came to Agatha and bowed his head respectfully, "The consul has heard of your visit, and he is waiting for you in the dome office."

"It's better to save the politeness," Agatha nodded, "Lead the way."

In a large office with a circular vault on the top floor of the city hall, Winston, the current consul of Frost City, is sitting behind a large curved desk.

He is a tall man with a slightly fat body, wearing a bright blue coat decorated with medals and ribbons. Perhaps it is too much energy to manage a declining city-state, and his hair has thinned to a precarious state So much so that she had to wear a curly wig to cover her scalp—when Agatha entered the domed office, the consul was fiddling with an elaborate brass mechanism on a desk.

The mechanical device with complex structure looks like some kind of miniature model. Its closely meshed gears and connecting rod structure are as exquisite as works of art, and it makes crisp sounds from time to time under the manipulation of Consul Winston.

"I didn't expect you to have time to play with machine models after being so busy with government affairs," Agatha's voice came from the desk, "I thought the recent situation in the city-state was enough to keep you busy It's open."

"This is not a machine model, this is the next generation of mine cart traction mechanism - it can save 30% of the power, and it is more reliable and durable than the previous generation," Consul Winston raised his head, Face said seriously, "The troubles of the city-state come one after another, but we can't stop living and developing because of this."

Agatha was noncommittal.

Mr. Winston, the consul, is obsessed with machinery and engineering technology. He has served as a consul for twelve years, and most of his energy has been put on the support and promotion of engineering design institutes and machinery manufacturing plants. This Mr. Consul With ambitious ideas, he seems to hope to solve the current predicament of the city-state through technological breakthroughs - including upgrading old facilities and seeking new economic drivers,

But how to say...

I can only say that I have a good idea, a lot of confidence, and a lot of hard work-but the reality is full of difficulties.

"Technological progress allows us to complete the transformation of mine facilities at an acceptable cost, and more practical new machines can also be exported to other city-states - Frost cannot rely on selling boiling gold forever Alive," Winston noticed that the gatekeeper's reaction was flat, and couldn't help but say a few more words, "The boiling gold mine is the foundation for Frost's survival, but the pillar formed by a single industry is too weak... "

"I am not an official in the economic or technical field." Agatha had to remind euphemistically.

"Oh, well, I ignored it," Winston raised his hand and looked up at Agatha while putting the machine model on the desk aside, "Then let's get down to business, Agatha Ma'am, you seem to have something to say about the exploration of the Second Waterway?"

"The exploration team encountered trouble under the connecting shaft in the second central area," Agatha said bluntly, "That passage is near the bottom of the boiling gold mine, and some of the pipeline branches have traces of modification, but The gate to the next link is blocked - my orders to the Exploration Force are to use violence to break down the obstructions in the Second Waterway, but my men report seeing the city hall left on the gate. The lead seal and nameplate under it.”

"...The lead seal and nameplate of the city hall?" Winston was obviously stunned for a moment, his surprised expression did not seem to be fake, "Are you sure?"

Agatha watched the expression on the consul's face for a long time before she said softly: "It seems that you don't know anything about it."

"That's the second waterway that has been abandoned for half a century—the last time it was put into use was when the Frost Queen ruled the city-state!" Winston raised his hands, his expression a little exaggerated, "Even though What kind of lead seals and nameplates are there, they must be from the queen's time, how can there be things left by the city hall - Ms. Agatha, do you think I secretly sealed the gate there? What's the point of that? What about storing treasure deep underground?"

"...You really have no reason to do this," Agatha nodded lightly, "If you really want to store some treasure, any place in the city-state is more reliable than the second waterway that is out of control. "

"I don't want to hear you seriously assuming such a thing," Winston waved his hand, but his expression became serious. "Then there is no date and the name of the person in charge on the nameplate? A regular nameplate There must be something like this on the Internet, and you should be able to easily determine who locked the gate."

"Unfortunately, all the text is defaced and illegible, the nameplate and lead seal have suffered considerable corrosion, and in fact even the door is extremely fragile—we suspect that the acidic environment of the formation near the mine caused it Agatha shook her head, "I can only confirm that the door was indeed locked by the city hall - the Queen's era would not have that kind of standard seal."

Winster stood up, with a slightly irritable expression on his face. He paced back and forth behind the large curved desk. It could only have been a long time ago - maybe even the first or second council after the end of the queen's time..."

"It appears that your predecessors did not pass on all the information to their successors," Agatha said.

"It's also possible that some of the data was lost or damaged due to the early chaos," Winster waved his hand, "But no matter what, there is an area deep underground in the city center that was ordered to be sealed off by the city hall, and This area is still part of the Second Waterway, this matter is very abnormal... Ms. Agatha, this matter must be investigated.”

"Of course~IndoMTL.com~This is my duty," Agatha nodded, her expression relaxed a bit, "Although I didn't get the answer I wanted, it's the same attitude to get your support ——The exploration operation will continue, and I will find out what is behind that door as soon as possible. If there is any new progress, the church will communicate with the city hall in time."

"This is the best." Winston nodded. The mood in the dome office is a little more relaxed.

"Then I won't bother you much,"

Agatha said, "There are still many things on the Second Waterway that I need to personally supervise."

She bid the Archon a polite farewell, then turned and left the domed office.

The figure of the gatekeeper disappeared into the room, leaving only the sound of the cane and heels hitting the ground gradually fading away. It took a long time for Winston to breathe a sigh of relief, and then frowned with some doubts.

"... Ms. Agatha is useless today. 'Grey Wind, hurry up...'" The middle-aged consul with a slightly fat body raised his head, looked at the direction Agatha left, and whispered Muttering, "So she can also walk in and out of the door normally?"