Chapter 1222 Grandparents and Grandchildren (Correct)

Modil stood up, and couldn't help but look more curiously at the lady with outstanding temperament in front of him. In those extremely light blue eyes and snow-like hair color, he did see some shadows of himself , but he still can't remember, he can't remember his surname, he can't remember his experience when he was young, he can't remember whether he ever had a family and offspring, he can't even remember where he stopped and lived ——He could only guess the identity of the "Victoria" in front of him, and asked tentatively, "How long have you been looking for me?"

"...Six centuries." Duchess Victoria hesitated for less than a second, and finally made up her mind to say the answer.

Modil's expression froze for an instant, as if he heard a story from the Arabian Nights. After a long time, the corner of his mouth trembled, and he stared at the "descendant" in front of him: "How long did you say?!"

"Strictly speaking, it's five hundred and seventy-two years. Although it's less than six centuries, it's not far away," Victoria took a breath, knowing how unimaginable this fact sounds to a person who has lost his memory. , but she came here today to unravel the mystery entangled in the ancestors of the family. Except for the taboo "surname", it is best not to hide too many other things, "Ancestor, I'm afraid you don't even know that you are already here. How long have you wandered the world?"

"How is this possible!!" Modil suddenly raised his voice, pointing at himself in astonishment, "Six centuries, six...I..."

In the middle of speaking, the old man stopped suddenly, his expression changed rapidly, and Victoria immediately became worried when she saw this, but before she was about to speak to comfort, the old man in front of her suddenly frowned again, pinching her chin with one hand With a beard on his face, his expression was thoughtful: "But then again... six hundred years... I have experienced all kinds of weird things, it seems that it is not impossible?"

Victoria: "..."

The ancestor's ability to accept seems to be much stronger than she imagined?

While speaking, Modil's attention was on Victoria again. The old mage's brows were still unstretched, and he seemed to be full of thoughts: "I still can't believe it. According to what you said, didn't I become an old man?" Undead monster... Of course, I usually live happily... Ha, this is not the point. The point is that I actually don't know what happened to me. I don't know if those dragons have told you about the situation. My memory is a bit messed up now, and even my daily experiences are messed up, especially recently. In fact, I don't even know that I have descendants... Sorry, girl, does this sound a bit irresponsible?"

"Of course not," Victoria said immediately, "the envoy of the Dragon Clan told me everything about the situation before I came, and I am mentally prepared. I am also here to confirm your situation and help you as much as possible—I also have There are many things I want to ask you."

"oh oh,

Of course you can, of course you can," Modil said again and again, and then glanced at the curious onlookers who had gradually gathered in the surrounding streets, and then at the "adventurer's cabin" where he temporarily lived not far away, with a serious expression on his face. With a smile, "Why don't we go to the house first, this busy street is not a place for conversation after all. "

"Of course." Victoria nodded immediately, and then looked back at Maggie, "Maggie, then you..."

"I won't follow in," Maggie shook her head before Victoria finished speaking, and said with a smile on her face, "This kind of occasion is not suitable for me, an 'outsider', to make trouble by the side—Kole and I It’s rare to be able to come to the homeland of the Dragon Clan, and I really want to look around and learn about the history of this place.”

Victoria didn't say much, but just took a deep look at Maggie, as if showing gratitude in her eyes, then she nodded and walked towards the hut with Modil.

Looking at the direction in which Victoria's back disappeared, Maggie turned her head after a long time. She seemed to be talking to herself, and she seemed to be saying to the black dragon girl beside her: "It seems that the beginning is not bad."

The black dragon girl Keletta couldn't help but look back at this "distant relative" who came from afar beside her. Obviously, she was curious about Maggie, a "Dragonborn". "Aid to build", but their main activities are still in the southeastern Binhai County area. In New Argondor, dragonborn figures are rarely seen.

After hesitating for a few seconds, Coretta finally couldn't help asking: "You... are friends with that Victorian lady? Is it easy for dragons and humans to be friends in Loren Continent?"

Maggie looked at this pure-blooded giant dragon whom she had just met not long ago. She knew that the other party was also a black dragon. From the point of view of blood, she and the other party belonged to the same "branch line". There is a little bit of intimacy on the land of Loren, and she is also willing to answer the question raised by the other party: "How to say... In fact, in most places in Loren, the figure of 'dragon' is still extremely rare, no matter it is pure blood The giant dragon is still a descendant of the dragon, and its main activities are still in the northern countries. When it comes to the specific relationship with humans, only the Cecil Empire and the dragons and locals who are active in parts of the northern part of Typhon are familiar with it.

"Of course, the situation has been changing. Humans are a very receptive race. As more and more dragons are active in the world, the relationship between dragons and humans is becoming more and more familiar.

"As for Victoria and I... we are in a special situation. She and I met many years ago. At that time, not to mention the pure-blooded dragon, even the dragon descendants were still in a state of blockade..."

She casually talked about her relationship with Victoria, interspersed with some details about her life in the Loren Continent, most of which were trivial matters, but Keleta showed great interest, and she asked several questions in a row Question, it was finally Maggie's turn to take the initiative: "I've said so much—should you also introduce this place to me?"

The black dragon Keleta raised her head, glanced at the rough and tough adventurer market town, and then at the towering city wall of Agondor in the distance-this is not a "scenery", but her face in the end is still He smiled and said, "Let's go outside the city. The safety zone has been extended to the crystal rock hills. We can go and see the former factory area and the current slag pool—those are places with great stories."

While speaking, she took Maggie's hand and walked towards the takeoff and landing site on the edge of the town: "Come on, we can fly directly there!"

...

Victoria looked around and looked at this small bedroom. Everything in the room was clear at a glance—a simple bed with a small cabinet at the end of the bed, a desk for one person, a chair, and a wall fixed to the wall. A shelf on top, that's all there is in the room.

She knew that for a person who came to take risks in the wasteland of Tarrond, such conditions were considered exceptionally favorable, but there was still a strange feeling in her heart, and she couldn't help but look to her side The old man: "Do you usually live in such a place? If you want, I can..."

"The leader of the Dragon Clan told me similar things," Modil waved his hand before the other party finished speaking, "but I think this is pretty good—even a bit too good. No need to eat and sleep, no need Set up a bunch of magic traps outside to deal with monsters, and the entire camp has sufficient supplies, this is not an adventurous day, but more like a vacation."

This is not a polite remark, but the true thoughts of the old mage. Victoria saw this, so she didn't insist anymore. Modil went to the bed and sat down, and then pointed to the chair in front of the desk next to him. Nodding to Victoria: "Sit down."

Victoria sat down in front of Modil. After the sound of creaking wood rubbing against each other, the hut fell into silence for a moment. She looked at the old man in front of her, thinking about how to continue the conversation, and at the same time, Hetty popped up in her mind. And Rebecca’s name—she finally knew how complicated and wonderful it was to suddenly face her ancestors from hundreds of years ago. Facing a theoretical blood relative but a real stranger, she seemed to be thinking no matter how she spoke. not enough……

So how did Heidi and Rebecca start the conversation after seeing the ancestor who had been lifted from the coffin? How did you make the atmosphere less awkward?

Victoria suddenly felt a little regretful that she didn't consult Ms. Hetty carefully about this matter before departure, because Hetty was busy with affairs at the time, and she only had time to chat with Rebecca in the magic net terminal, but what Her Royal Highness said at that time made her feel ashamed. She was even more confused. She said "I moved my hands before my brain could react", "The key is to be coaxed fast enough", and "It's better to be more resistant to beating"... I don't understand it at all.

Countless thoughts were spinning in Victoria's mind, but the expression on her face remained motionless, maintaining her frozen face as usual. Modil suddenly felt a bit of a headache when he saw such a "descendant". It would be such an unsmiling woman, which is quite different from his own personality. How did this seemingly difficult personality be educated?

But after thinking about it, he doesn't seem to be qualified to speak in this regard - after all, according to Victoria, he is already her "ancestor" six hundred years ago, and in terms of the education of future generations...he really can't speak mouth.

Fortunately, in the end the old mage took the initiative to speak and broke the silence in the hut: "Victoria, right? What's your last name?"

Victoria: "..."

Mordir: "..."

"It's the same surname as yours, but..." The extreme embarrassment almost pierced Victoria's more than ten layers of mental protection. Don't tell you anything about surnames - it seems to stimulate your 'memory fault'."

"Ah, ah, that's right, I remembered," Modilton slapped his head suddenly, and said a little embarrassedly, "I remember that Heragor reminded me about this matter not long ago, saying It's a 'fault' in my memory system that interrupts and resets consciousness as soon as key information is touched. Well, it was my oversight."

As he spoke, he laughed, and it seemed that the previous awkward and stiff atmosphere had subsided a lot because of this little episode: "Then let me ask something else... What do you do? Home... That should be mine. Family, what's the situation now?"

"I... mainly manage, um, manage a lot of land, and many people live on that land," Victoria said awkwardly. After all, she had never considered describing her ordinary life in this way before. And the people around me, "Your descendants are quite competitive in this generation. Apart from me, there are some people who have joined the army or run their own industries. Most of the young people are still studying. One of the best talents is me. nephew, he is studying in the imperial capital..."

Modil stared, only feeling that these things seemed to be far away from him, and that sense of unreality surged up again, making him mutter subconsciously: "I am an old man who is adventurous everywhere, why do I suddenly have such a strange feeling?" A lot of descendants who sound very powerful?"

Victoria didn't seem to hear clearly: "What did you say?"

"Ah, it's nothing." Modil quickly waved his hand, and looked at Victoria curiously, "It sounds like it's not easy, you have property and land, but I'm even more confused, you usually What the hell is it for...sounds like farming? But it seems to be a little more powerful than that..."

"Um, it's a little bit better than that," Victoria said with difficulty. She was really not good at communicating with people in this way, but at this moment she had to think quickly about how to explain her own affairs to her ancestors, while making the other party refuse to accept her at all. Reminiscent of the behemoth Wilder family in the north, "I don't manage the land myself, I just manage a large piece of land, and I also manage all the industries on the land..."

Modil listened carefully, but suddenly frowned. The seriousness in his expression made Victoria startled, and the latter stopped talking immediately: "Ancestor, what's the problem?"

"You can't break the law," Mortier said suddenly, rambling, "this is no joke."

Victoria was confused: "Huh?"

"Although I usually wander around, I understand the laws promulgated by the empire and the policies announced by the government affairs hall." Modil continued to look at Victoria with a serious face. At this moment, he really seemed to be worried that future generations would go astray. The old man said, "Son, it is against the law to embezzle land and monopolize it!"

Victoria: "...?"

After being stunned for two seconds, she finally came to her senses, and explained in a very embarrassed (although it couldn't be seen on her face): "No, you misunderstood, I'm just in charge of managing those - the land belongs to the country, the property belongs to others, I'm just managing it. Of course, we also have some family businesses, but that's definitely not an annexation or monopoly—everything is under legal premise..."

The Grand Duchess who ruled the entire Northern Territory was rarely at a loss in her life, but Mordir gradually relaxed her brows. The old mage finally nodded and finally understood everything: "I'm relieved when you say that... Ah, I I figured out what you do, you work in the government affairs office?"

"Um..." Victoria was startled, then quickly accepted this brand-new idea, and nodded repeatedly, "Yes, I work in the government affairs hall—I have to show up to the government affairs hall almost every day, and sometimes I have to bring documents with me. Let's deal with it at home..."

"Then you've worked really hard," Modil finally smiled again, even a little relieved in his smile, "but it's good for young people to work a little bit harder, it's to accumulate for the future life... By the way, listen to what you said, Are you still an official in the government affairs hall?"

"This...is sort of it," Victoria nodded with a stiff expression, "he's... well, an ordinary administrator..."

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