Hearing Gawain's words, Victoria nodded slightly, while Grand Duke Baldwin next to him raised his eyebrows: "Do I need to avoid it?"
"It doesn't matter," Gawain casually walked from the side. The attendant who passed by took a glass of red wine from the tray and turned back to look at Victoria, "It's about dragons."
"That is indeed just a rumor," Victoria said lightly, as cold as the wind in the north. , if someone doesn’t know her well, they may even find her difficult to approach, “I have sent people to investigate, and no one saw the so-called dragon that day except for a drunkard.”
"I'm not talking about that time, but in the past hundreds of years in the north," Gawain looked into the eyes of the duchess, "Since my death to this day, how many rumors about dragons have there been in the north?"< /p>
Victoria's eyebrows raised slightly, and Archduke Baldwin next to her glanced at her curiously: "In that case... the so-called 'dragon haunts' story does seem to be from your north. 'Specialty'?"
"There are indeed occasional stories about giant dragons circulating in the northern region, and there are even some small groups that worship dragons, but they are basically the superstitions of the mountain people. That's all." Victoria shook her head, "The north is mountainous, and there are often winds and snows in the mountains. Mountain people regard those winds and snows as the roar of dragons. Moreover, the north borders the Principality of the Holy Dragon. The people in that country claim to be descendants of the dragon. , and regard dragons as their official public belief. The mountain people are greatly influenced by them, so it is inevitable that some strange stories will be spread - but in fact the Wilder family has lived in the north for seven hundred years, and even now I have never really seen a dragon appear in the sky, those stories are just nonsense."
"But now a real dragon appears, flying right in front of my eyes." Gawain said lightly.
"If there is really a dragon, I will inform you as soon as possible," Victoria said lightly, and seemed to smile, "I thought you were going to invite me to dance just now."< /p>
"I'd better forget it - I'm not good at this, and it's been seven hundred years, and I don't know what modern dance looks like." Gao Wen smiled and shook his head, waving his hands, "You are busy. It’s your own. It’s not comfortable to chat with me, a seven-hundred-year-old living fossil. I just want to see for myself.”
The expressions of the two dukes were a little stiff at the same time (Victoria was always stiff. ), usually they say this to other juniors or minor nobles at gatherings. This is the first time someone has said it to them in many years, and it feels like they have returned to their childhood...
But I still can't refute...
Seeing the two contemporary dukes leave, Gawain sighed slightly in his heart.
As expected, it’s not that easy - in the meeting just now, he heard the Duke of the North mention the rumors of dragons appearing, and he thought this was an important clue.
It has been too long since dragons left this continent. There have been no actual sightings of giant dragons recorded in the past millennium.Those powerful creatures are so far away that they are almost mythical to most of the intelligent races on the continent, but to Gawain, who has hung in the sky for many thousands of years, giant dragons are no stranger.
After witnessing the dragon, he sorted out the memories in his mind and counted all the scenes in which the dragon appeared. After browsing through them, he found that basically all dragons They all come from the north.
No matter whether the time span is a thousand years or ten thousand years, no matter whether the dragons that come to the continent are one or a group, they all first cross the mountains in the north and then enter the hinterland of the continent, and every time the dragons come to the continent, When dragons appear, they all seem to have a clear purpose - they will run straight into the depths of the continent, and then leave quickly after doing something, with no intention of visiting the mountains and rivers at all.
It’s a pity that Gawain’s perspective was limited when he was in the sky. He could only see part of the continent and a small amount of coastline in the southern region. He was not even sure where the northernmost part of the continent could spread to, so he had no idea. Guess whether those giant dragons came from behind the mountain barrier in the north, or from another continent across the more distant sea.
But he has a feeling that the dragon will definitely appear again.
Gawain and his party did not stay in the royal capital for too long, and set out to leave on the third day.
It will take some time to mobilize the aid promised by the king: food supplies cannot be taken by land, otherwise half of them will be consumed by people on the road eating horse chews. If they are transported by river, they will have to wait until half a month later to reach the Holy Spirit Plains. The water level of the Dorgon River will rise; it will also take time to form a team of one hundred craftsmen and apprentices, mainly because each association has to wait for the unlucky ones within them who are out of touch, powerless, squeezed, and offended. They are all recommended, and then the top 100 most unlucky ones are selected to register. This is also a relatively time-consuming process. It is already very fast to ensure that these people can set off before the food is loaded on the ship.
Gawain couldn't afford to wait for this. He finally got the development rights he wanted, and there were a lot of plans in his mind waiting to be implemented, so after getting a lot of documents provided by the king , and couldn’t wait to leave the royal capital.
When he came here he was slow and leisurely, wandering all the way, but when he went back he was so fast that he wished he could fly back directly. At this time, Gawain sincerely envied the "teleportation spell" in many fantasy movies he had seen. It would be great if there was a teleportation technique. You could just open the door and be home. Why would there be such a fuss?
It is a pity that in this continent of Loren, although magic exists, it is not as convenient as in the story. The use of magic by various races basically remains at making big fireballs to hit people or compressing them. A piece of arcane energy is enough to smear your face. Magic such as teleportation and space storage are not unrecorded, but they are basically close to legends - for example, it is said that the original elves who have long disappeared in the long history have mastered the technology of space teleportation. Some people say that Dragon language magic - the source of many spells in the world - has a description of the space system...
It's a pity that no one canNever seen it really.
On the other side, the Duke of the North, Victoria Wilder, has now returned to her castle in the Northern Territory, Winter Castle.
The duke who guards the four borders of the kingdom cannot leave his territory for a long time. Although the situation in the north is more stable than that in the east, it cannot be without someone to take charge of the overall situation. Therefore, Victoria Wilder ended her relationship with Gawain Sethi. After your first meeting, he immediately left Silver Castle and returned to his territory on the fastest griffon.
Throwing the thick and warm silver fox cloak to the servant, Victoria walked quickly towards the depths of the castle.
She sat down in her office. A woman with black hair, black eyes, and ordinary appearance walked forward, placed a cup of hot tea on her desk, and then came behind her and pinched it skillfully. Holding the Duchess's shoulders.
"You look tired." The woman spoke, her voice low and reassuring.
"The founding prince is really resurrected, the legendary Gawain Cecil," Victoria whispered. "The appearance is exactly the same, and the sword of the pioneer is exactly the same. I boldly used Detective With the magic of detecting lies, everything he said is actually true."
The woman who looked like a maid retorted to Victoria: "A skilled trickster can avoid detecting lies, and even with magic. It doesn't always work, it's not always reliable - there's always a chance of thaumaturgy, you can't rely too much on it."
Victoria shook her head: "Maggie, I still have my intuition."
"Intuition..." The woman called Maggie pondered for a moment, "Then what are you going to do?"
"The resurrected hero seems to have no intention of doing anything. By intervening in the current power system of the kingdom, he is only taking away his permanent right to develop." Victoria said calmly about her experience in the royal capital, "What concerns me is his attitude towards the king - I originally thought that the founder of the kingdom The Duke would attach great importance to the orthodox bloodline of the Morn family, and would even go to the extent of tit-for-tat with the current royal family on this issue, but he actually publicly recognized Francis II’s identity as the heir of the founding gentleman... This surprised me.”
"They should have had contact in private," Maggie paused in her massage, "You were careless."
"You were careless," Victoria frowned, " And now, His Majesty the King may be even more difficult to control..."
"Do you want to..."
"No," Victoria shook her head, "The Wilder family wants to..." It's Ansu Yongsheng, not power."
"So you don't plan to take any action," Maggie continued the massage. "You are too gentle."
"I don't want to. I like the way my parents acted, but it is no longer suitable for today's era." As Victoria said, her eyes involuntarily raised and looked at the wall opposite the room.
On that wall, hang the family emblem of the Wilder family and five portraits - the founding kings of the country.Portraits of Charles I and the four pioneering knights - these portraits can be said to be standard in the homes of various nobles in Ansu.
Next to the portrait of the ancestor of the Wilder family is the portrait of Gawain Cecil. The mighty man wearing armor and holding the sword of the pioneer looked into the distance with vicissitudes of eyes, as if his sight could Penetrating time and space, seeing the distant future - this association made Victoria couldn't help but think of the other party's resurrection after seven hundred years, so she couldn't help but tremble slightly.
"Vicky?" Maggie's voice came from behind.
“Put away the portrait of Archduke Cecil,” Victoria Wild said lightly. “It’s not appropriate to hang it anymore.”
“Put it away? Is that okay? "
"...He told me personally, saying that he was not used to being hung on the wall while he was still alive." There was a hint of fatigue in Victoria's voice, "He is an elder. , I am still a good friend of my ancestor, I can’t help but listen to his words.”
“Okay.” Maggie nodded helplessly and walked to the opposite side to put away the portrait.
At this time Victoria spoke again: "By the way, Maggie, are you a mountain person?"
"Yes."
"Then you Do you know... the story of dragons? "
The woman with black hair and black eyes turned her back to Victoria. She was silent for a moment and shook her head: "They are just boring legends. ."
"But there is really a dragon appearing in the Cecil Territory in the south."
"Really?" Maggie reached out and picked off Gawain Cecil's hand. Portrait, "That's probably not a good thing."