Gawain didn't know the bold and unbeatable idea in Rebecca's mind, but he also knew that Viscount Andrew's protection of Cecil's people must not be free - that lord swore to defend his people to the death, and all the people were involved. The era of helping each other and everyone making selfless contributions to rebuilding civilization has long passed. Seven hundred years later, although the Kingdom of Anzu has not yet returned to the glory of the Gondor era, the nobles' skills in selfishness are unparalleled. Since the pass point reached the full level, there is no doubt that from the day the refugees led by Cecil entered Tanzanian town, Rebecca was burdened with a debt from heaven.
But it is better to bear this debt than to have everyone die.
"The Cecil family will be grateful for your help," Gawain broke the silence. "But what is more important right now is the disaster itself."
Viscount Andrew From the beginning, he noticed Gawain sitting between Rebecca and Hetty, and he was very curious about this man wearing ancient noble clothes, with a big sword beside him, and a majestic face. As far as he knew, There is no such figure in the aristocratic circle - but judging from the respectful attitude of Hetty and Rebecca when facing this man, this man is by no means an ordinary person.
So after Gawain spoke, he took advantage of the situation and asked: "Excuse me, I was curious just now - who is your Excellency?"
"Ancestor of the Cecil family, The pioneer among pioneers, one of the seven founding generals of Anzu, the Grand Duke of the South, Gawain Cecil," Hetty had been waiting for this question for a long time, and immediately stood up and introduced with a serious face, "You should grow up hearing this name from an early age - he is the first light of the dawn."
Gawain kept a straight face and tried to look serious and not angry, and cooperated with Hetty He forced himself to blow it up and nodded slightly, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help being stunned, and quietly asked Rebecca next to him: "What the hell is that last name?"
< p>Rebecca quickly explained: "The posthumous title given to you by the founder of the country after your death..."Gawain was shocked: "...that old middle schooler couldn't think of a nicer name. ? ”
On Viscount Andrew’s side, the first reaction of this meticulous orthodox nobleman was blank after hearing Hetty’s words.
Did this lady go crazy because her family suffered a catastrophe and was frightened by monsters? She suffered from excessive mental stress and finally went crazy?
Just as Gawain thought from the beginning: Unless they see it with their own eyes, it is impossible for others to believe that the ancestor of the Cecil family would climb out of the coffin, even if they see it with their own eyes. Neither the well-informed nobles nor the learned mages would believe such a fantasy—on the contrary, those commoners who could not read a single word but were full of superstitious thoughts might believe it to be true.
After hearing what Hetty said, Andrew did not immediately ask the attendant to come up and feed the lady medicine, which was already a very restrained performance.
"Ma'am, please let me...uh...let me think for a moment," Andrew tried hard to adjust his expression.It seemed that he was trying to find a way to express his emotions without being too rude, but in the end he couldn't help but tell the truth, "I know you have encountered an unimaginable nightmare, but you used such a whimsical story to... Isn't it a bit too much?"
Hetty's expression remained unchanged: "I know you will react this way. In fact, even we ourselves can't believe that this is true. However, the ancestors of the Cecil family He has indeed woken up from his long sleep. We saw him sit up from the coffin with our own eyes, still holding the Sword of the Pioneer in his hand, and we have also verified that he was truly resurrected, not a trick like resurrecting the undead... "
Andrew showed a dumbfounded expression: "If you have any request for me, please just say it directly. This..."
Gawain waved his hand and asked Hetty to sit down. He put the Pioneer Sword on the table and turned to look at Viscount Andrew: "Viscount, what do you think is the meaning of such a lie? A viscounty was destroyed by monsters and elemental tides, and a dragon appeared. Over our territory, an incident of this magnitude can directly alarm His Majesty the King in the royal capital. In such a fatal situation, we will arrange for a person to put on ancient costumes and pick up inferior ancient swords. I came to your castle to tell you a fantasy story just to have fun?"
As he spoke, he injected the magic power in his body into the Pioneer Sword, and then With the injection of magic power, dark red lines appeared on the ancient long sword again. This time its lines were clearer, and a heraldic pattern of a sharp blade and an iron plow crossing was formed near the hilt - that was exactly The emblem established by the Cecil family on the day Ansu was founded represents the family emblem of the pioneering years.
Knights also have magic power, but the way they use magic power is completely different from that of mages.
Although the Pioneer Sword has lost most of its former power, the most basic identification features are still there. Andrew was a little dazed the moment he saw the sword - he had never seen a real sword. The Sword of the Pioneers, but a replica of this sword was enshrined in the Royal Temple of the Royal Capital. He had the honor to see the replica a few years ago, so he would naturally not admit it.
If the sword on the table is not a fake made by the Cecil family, it can only be the real thing - it is sealed in the Cecil family cemetery and will not survive even if their family declines. The real thing that one dares to make up his mind about.
Will this declining family open the graves of their ancestors, dig out the holy sword and use it to tell a big lie?
Andrew hesitated. If this matter is really a farce, then the cost of this farce would be a bit scary, but if it is not a farce...
The old ancestor will die. No one dares to believe that he suddenly ran out of the grave! !
“You can ask the elf craftsmen to identify the authenticity of this sword. This sword was made by their people back then. They know how to check the elf sigils. You can also use the swords of the founding princes to Take out the portrait and compare it with me. AlthoughAlthough I have been sleeping for seven hundred years, my appearance has not changed much." Gawain looked at Andrew's uncertain face and said with a smile, "If you can do that, you can also look for it to see if there are any. There may be people among the elf mercenaries who participated in the second development and now live in seclusion in the mountains and forests who know me. "
"No, no need," Viscount Andrew waved his hand. He rubbed his brows and felt that what happened in front of him was really not something he was good at handling. "Since it is a legendary hero like you... ...It might be possible to sleep for seven hundred years and then be resurrected. ”
Although he said this, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that Mr. Viscount still didn’t believe in Gawain’s identity. He was just looking for an excuse to temporarily suspend the discussion amid half-doubts. .
He has already figured it out - what does the Cecil family's ancestor jumping out of the coffin have to do with him? If people say this is true, then take it as true.
Anyway, he is just an ancient man who has been dead for seven hundred years.
After thinking about these things, Andrew. The Viscount seemed to belatedly realize a detail mentioned by Gawain: "Wait a minute, you said just now... a dragon appeared near here? ! "
"Yes, the blue dragon, I don't know where it came from, but it finally went to the northwest..." Gawain nodded, and then took advantage of the situation to tell what happened in Cecil's territory. Tell each other, “…that’s just the way it is. "
"Abnormals...monsters from the Demonic Tide period...and dragons...my God..." Viscount Andrew's brows seemed to be knitted together, and the blush on his pale face was gone. Fading away, "What is going on in this world..."
"What is going on in the world is something that scholars and His Majesty the King have to consider. What we have to do is to convey what happened here to Shengsu as soon as possible. Neil City," Hetty interrupted Andrew, "the matter is already serious. "
"I have sent a messenger to report the news of the attack on Cecil Territory," Viscount Andrew said. "The messenger set off on a fast horse. He should be halfway there by now. ”
It seems that Viscount Andrew is still very capable of doing practical things. He not only accepted refugees from neighboring territories, but also sent messengers to report to the king as soon as possible. This should be considered among the border nobles of this era. It was already considered excellent, but Hetty had to make a further request: "Viscount Andrew, this is not enough - the matter has become serious enough that Rebecca must meet His Majesty in person. Moreover, when Archduke Cecil wakes up from his long sleep, he has to go to the royal capital. We appreciate your help for the Cecil family, but we still need more help. "
When Andrew heard Hetty's words, he lowered his eyelids slightly, as if he was thinking. Then he stood up and walked around in front of the long table with his hands behind his back.
" What do you all need? Fast horse? supply? Guard?"
"We need them all," Rebecca said with courage, "and we also need to ask you to help take care of the people of Cecil Territory for a while - until we return from the royal capital and There are new territories to settle those people..."
"This is the key point," Viscount Andrew raised his hand and interrupted Rebecca, "In fact, I was about to talk about this. Question: I have tried my best to help my neighbors, and I am also willing to be a generous person, but I am just a viscount, how much can I give to feed the refugees? "
Gawain picked up the already cold black tea before his eyes and took a sip, thinking that Mr. Viscount finally talked about "business".
Rebecca said impatiently : "Knight Philip brought a batch of gold and silver when he broke out. The gold and silver should be enough..."
"Of course, I know the gold and silver," Viscount Andrew interrupted Rebecca again, “Don’t worry, I’m not a person who takes advantage of others, but medicines and food all cost money. I should have said that just now, right? The brave knight was already scarred when he arrived in Tanzanian town. Almost all the soldiers and civilians he brought with him were also injured. In order to treat them, I used the best medicinal materials in the territory and invited the best. Pastor, these are very expensive, and the gold and silver are just enough. "
Rebecca's eyes widened.
"Of course, I still have to emphasize that I will not take advantage of others," Viscount Andrew continued, "So I will continue to shelter Those refugees, and will help you as much as possible, I just want to make sure - after I do this, will the Cecil family still have the ability to repay this debt? ”