Chapter 1204 Pointing

Latest website: The mausoleum of the Duke of the North, Mordir Wilde, is just a cenotaph, and there are no remains of his ancestors in it-this matter is indeed, as Victoria said, not a strictly guarded secret, but it is not casually outside public matter.

No one would be bored (and stupid) enough to casually talk about the ancestral mausoleum of one of the Dukes of the Four Realms, and people would not pay attention to this kind of thing that is destined to have little to do with the lives of ordinary people, whether it is in the old Ansu era or in the In the new era of empire, there are always countless secrets and legends hidden in the depths of the thick curtain of the royal family and the upper echelons of the big families, all of which are true and false.

But Amber is obviously not one of the "ordinary people" who are indifferent to such things. After hearing Victoria's reply, she did not immediately answer the other party's further questions, but touched her chin thoughtfully: "Sure enough It's a cloak..."

Victoria glanced at Amber quietly: "It seems that you have investigated."

"Um... I just got a little understanding," Amber waved her hand a little nervously, "You know, what is my duty... There are rumors that the Grand Duke Mordir Wilde failed in the family six hundred years ago in the end. He was buried in the cemetery. He was far away from Ansu in the last adventure of his life, and has since disappeared into the depths of the vast world... But I have only heard of this rumor. You know, it is not accurate for intelligence work The news can only be used as a reference, His Majesty asked me to confirm this matter with you, I still have to confirm it with you..."

Victoria didn't care about what Amber was talking about behind her. She just had the same cold expression as before, and said slowly after the other party's voice fell: "The rumors are true-the family ancestor Mordir did not succeed in Winter Castle. Rest in the catacombs. According to family records, at the age of seventy, he took his last adventure and disappeared in that adventure. The great adventurer finally traveled far on the road of adventure. As a nobleman, in him There's been a lot of controversy, but as a member of the Wilder family, we're proud of the many things he's built on his adventures."

"Is it missing... In this way, the 'Great Adventurer Mordir' who came out of Tarrond is even more 'highly suspicious'," Amber said softly as if talking to herself, coordinating information The occupational disease at work gradually broke out, so she finally ignored Victoria's cold and oppressive aura, and subconsciously asked, "Then where did he go on his last adventure? Do you have any clues?"

"There is no clear record - every adventure of Mordir Wilde is his own plan, and he is a person who never follows the order," Victoria shook her head lightly, "only when he comes from the adventure After returning, people can sort out where he went and what he did from the notes he brought back, but his last adventure... did not return.

"Of course, after his disappearance, the Wilder family and the Anzu royal family also made great efforts to find clues, and some of them were somewhat rewarding. According to family records, the last sighting record about Mordir Wilder's last adventure near the border of Mosswood and Old Anzu,

Travelers have seen him continue northward. "

"North... from the moss forest to the north, there are only the northern city-states and the icy coastline... It is unlikely that he went to Tarrond again back then, and there is no corresponding record from the Dragon Clan. Amber muttered while thinking, her gaze involuntarily drifted to the large map hanging on the opposite wall of the office. Her gaze had just scanned the Loren Continent habitually, but before she retracted her gaze , she suddenly noticed a country that rarely appeared in the eyes of the Lorenites before, but has recently come into her sight frequently due to the focus of work.

From the moss forest to the north, there are not only the northern city-states and Tarrond across the sea, but also the hermit kingdom hanging alone in the northern ocean, and the mysterious giant island ruled by mages—the Kingdom of Violet.

"Violet..." Amber subconsciously said to herself, "Could it be possible that there is still a connection with that..."

"It seems that you have thought of something," Victoria's voice came from across the magic net terminal, interrupting Amber's self-talk, "I heard you mention Violet."

"Do you think it's possible... that Mordir Wilde went to the Violet Kingdom six hundred years ago?" Amber raised her head and looked at the Duke of the North with a serious face——when the expression of the shame of all things became serious Afterwards, even Victoria felt a bit of shock, "And what happened there that made him the 'unusual'?"

"Reason," Victoria stared blankly at this side, "As an intelligence chief, you shouldn't have made such a guess randomly."

"Of course there is a reason," Amber puffed her chest out, "First of all, the Kingdom of Violet is the kingdom of mages, one of the holy places that all mages yearn for most is that place, and Mordir Wilde is a mage—whether he How about the various halos on his body, his status as a 'mage' is always correct;

"Secondly, Mordir Wilde is an adventurer, and the mysterious and unknown domain has a fatal attraction for him. In this world, except for Tarrond, there is no place that has more secrets than the Violet Kingdom. For Mordir, who has traveled all over the known world, it is almost the "last piece of the world's puzzle" in his cognition. As a great adventurer, he has no reason not to go there.

"Secondly, in order to keep its secrets, the Violet Kingdom is good at using unimaginable memory erasure technology, which may point to the amnesia symptoms shown by the great adventurer in Tarrond—he may have tried to resist The 'memory cleansing' on himself has caused his memory and sanity to be messed up..."

Speaking of this, Amber paused on purpose, making her expression more serious: "The last and most important reason - intuition, my intuition made me look at the Violet Kingdom. As you know, I am the Goddess of Shadow God's Chosen, don't you believe in God's Chosen intuition..."

Victoria didn't speak when Amber began to list the reasons. Her expression was indifferent and indifferent, but there was a look of serious listening in the depths of her eyes. She didn't speak until Amber finished speaking, "Your three reasons are all tenable. . . . I am persuaded by you, and perhaps I can add a fourth reason for you."

"I'm talking about four reasons..." Amber couldn't help mumbling immediately, but the serious look of Duke Victoria instantly made her swallow the mumbling in her throat back into her bronchi, "The fourth What is the reason?"

"The Violet Kingdom's expatriate traveling scholars and the selection of apprentices, their attention and influence on the magic system of the Loren Continent - all started about six hundred years ago," Victoria said in a deep voice, as if the northern millennium was condensed in her words Unmelting ice, "almost at the same time as Mordir Wilde's disappearance."

Amber was stunned for a while, and opened her mouth after a while: "...Ahh..."

"Now, it's your turn to answer the question I just asked, Miss Amber." Victoria stared at Amber silently for a few seconds, and said in a cold voice, "I want to know more about the one who appeared in Tarrond." Adventurer's information, which will help me further compare with the data in the family records."

"Oh, of course," Amber Jiling came to her senses and nodded quickly, "First of all, this matter starts with the Mr. Adventurer, who is suspected to be your ancestor, buying a boat ticket in Beigang..."

...

In the hatching room, the two hungry young dragons finally had their first meal in their lives—under Betty’s command, the strong attendants brought in two large bowls of freshly cut meat and Two cans of water (and by the way, enough soft quilts for the wyrmlings to use as a temporary nest), the serious conversation between Gawain, Melita and Enya was temporarily interrupted, and the elated wyrmlings attracted the room everyone's eyes.

The two little guys whose scales hadn't fully grown and hardened smelled the food, and immediately dropped the eggshells they had been playing with for a long time, and rushed to the side of the wooden basin containing the fresh meat almost rolling and crawling, Gao Wen Surprised to see this group of cubs at the apex of the mortal race pounce on two pots of raw meat, and then even more surprised to see them pick up pieces of meat with swift movements and throw them directly into the air - the little dragon cubs raised their necks, bright red The flames spurted out from their throats, and the meat slices were quickly roasted to half-cooked at high temperature, and then fell into the mouths of the voracious young dragons.

Sometimes when encountering a relatively large piece of meat, it is difficult to cook it evenly in one breath, and they will even throw it into the sky a few more times, rolling and roasting the meat...

The feeding process of the baby dragon is obviously far more elaborate and complicated than Gao Wen imagined.

"This is really... an eye-opener," Gawain finally couldn't help muttering after staring at the side for a long time, "They actually knew that their meat would be cooked when they were born..."

"For humans who can't make fire by instinct, cooking food before eating is a complex and high-end way of eating, which is an important step in the history of civilization, but for dragons who are born with high-temperature flames, roasting food Cooking is just an instinctive action, even similar to a part of your human's "chewing" action," Enya's soft and slightly smiling voice came from the eggshell, explaining very patiently, "This is the process of biological evolution' 'Physical talent' makes the difference."

"...that's really quite reasonable." Gao Wen was stunned for a moment, muttered in a low voice, and at the same time felt a little emotional in his heart: a former god is here to popularize science with him, guiding him to use scientific thinking to explain what is behind extraordinary creatures. How does this matter feel weird...

"They should ask for more food after eating the meat, but don't continue to feed them. The next meal will be at least four hours later." While Gawain was muttering, Enya's voice sounded from the side again, "These foods are just right. The young dragons can't control their food intake in the first week of life. If they feed too much, they will stretch themselves. But you can feed more water, and that's okay."

"Won't you be hungry?" Melita said a little worriedly, "I heard that cubs are very easy to get hungry, can they really be full?"

"Don't worry, they won't be hungry—unless they are so hungry that they start trying to eat their own eggshells, you don't have to worry about their lack of nutrition," Enya explained with a smile, "By the way, the eggshells must be kept, At least keep them until the baby dragons are one year old. During this period, eggshells are their best toys and teething tools, and they are also props for them to sleep peacefully. They will choose relatively large eggshell fragments as pillows.

"However, the skin and scales of the young dragons are still very fragile. Be careful of the sharper eggshell fragments scratching them - polishing those eggshells that are not suitable for them is an important step in caring for the young dragons."

Gao Wen nodded repeatedly while listening: "Oh, don't worry, I'll arrange someone..."

"I'm talking about Melita," Enya interrupted without waiting for Gao Wen to finish speaking, her attention was on Melita, "the place for the whelps to polish their eggshells and settle down to sleep is for novices Responsibility of mother, in the more ancient times, this is a skill that dragons who incubate eggs in ancient methods must master - and after seeing the scene of adult individuals helping themselves to polish egg shells, young dragons will trust and rely on you more .

"Remember to save a few eggshells for Noretta to polish, otherwise the wyrmling will deny her 'other mother'."

Melita nodded repeatedly while listening, and finally couldn't help feeling: "Is it so learned to take care of the baby dragon... I didn't know it before..."

Gao Wen also listened with emotion, feeling that he had gained countless useless knowledge in just a short while—but if he had to say it, if the knowledge of caring for baby dragons were placed on someone who was obsessed with research Among the scholars of dragon science, it is also a priceless treasure. After all, they were able to rely on random fabrications and mutual praise to develop this knowledge into seventeen or eight schools in the era when the dragon was hidden and independent. The knowledge he heard now But it was genuinely said from the mouth of Dragon God...

Among other things, this is at least more reliable than "Dragon Slaying Outline" and the like.

Some far-fetched thoughts flashed in Gao Wen's mind, and at the same time, Enya was slightly relieved after seeing that the young dragon could eat smoothly, and her attention was refocused on the things discussed before.

"According to the state of Mordir Wilde you described...he does exhibit some undead-like qualities."

Melita subconsciously said: "But Chief Heragor has already confirmed that Mordir is indeed a living person..."

Enya interrupted her with a faint smile: "The body is alive, but what about the soul?"

Melita fell silent instantly, and opened her eyes slightly together with Gao Wen.

"The soul has no difference between life and death, but it will enter the stage of life and death. For mortal races, it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye-but it is not completely impossible to distinguish. Heragor probably didn't look seriously enough "Enya said slowly, "Mortil Wilder is probably indeed a living person, but that doesn't mean he hasn't 'died once', or 'half died'..."

Melita was stunned for a long time before finally taking a deep breath and whispering: "Speaker Andal did say that they guessed that Mordir Wilde was falling into a 'state of neither life nor death'..."

"You need to send someone to confirm it yourself, at least confirm his identity first," Enya said, her "eyes" seemed to have fallen on Gao Wen, "I can't return to Tarrond now, and it's inconvenient to communicate with other dragons." Contact, this matter still needs to be done by you.”