Chapter 1250 The Memory of Dust

Gao Wen and Amber left, and only the grandparent and grandson who had been separated by six hundred years were left in the reception room. Modil looked in the direction of the door for a long time, and finally retracted his gaze slowly, with excitement on his face. His expression also subsided.

The old mage was sitting on the chair, as if he was trying to appear as if he was sitting upright, showing no signs of emotion or anger. However, compared with the great-granddaughter next to him who was born with facial paralysis, his urgent facial paralysis lacked a bit of skill after all. The old man adjusted his expression for a long time, but in the end he couldn't control the corners of his mouth from curling up.

"You look very happy." Victoria's slightly cold voice came from the side. She had been paying attention to the expression changes on her ancestor's face since just now, and she couldn't help breaking the silence at this time. She had expected Mo Dill would be very happy after seeing Gawain, but she obviously didn't expect him to be so happy.

"Of course!" Mordir replied immediately, without hiding the smile on his face, "That's Gawain Cecil! The founder of the kingdom, the pioneer in the wild! I never thought that I would one day To be able to meet him in person—in the real world, a living legendary hero! Don't you feel thrilled to see such a character?"

"...I was really excited when I saw him for the first time," Victoria recalled her initial contact with Gao Wen, and then recalled a series of trade and exchanges between the Ansu royal family and the southern border. After a series of impressive economic and diplomatic skills of the living ancestor, the Duchess of the North, who almost lost all her dowry money, became more subtle, "...then all I felt was pressure. He Quite a horrible man, of course, and I take that as some kind of compliment."

Modil looked at Victoria, his expression became serious, and he said earnestly: "It's normal to have pressure in the government affairs office, but you can't have bad thoughts about His Majesty just because of this..."

The corner of Victoria's mouth froze for a moment, but she couldn't explain it, so she just lowered her head to accept the opinion: "You are right in reminding me, I can't always complain because of pressure..."

While talking, the face of a lady appeared in her mind, Her Royal Highness Hetty and her skillful dark circles appeared in her mind - immediately she felt that there was really no pressure on her body.

Modil didn't know what he thought of. The great adventurer's eyes fell on Victoria. After a few seconds of staring, the old man suddenly said in a deep voice: "When you met Your Majesty, you acted very familiar, Your Majesty. The attitude towards you is also very kind."

Victoria was stunned for a moment, and quickly realized: "This... I am a relatively high-ranking official in the government affairs hall, so I have met His Majesty several times. As for Your Majesty...he has always been kind to others."

Modil laughed, shook his head slightly, and slowly said in a clear but indifferent tone: "I know there are some things you can't tell me, and these days are really embarrassing for you.

Don't worry, I have imposed many psychological hints and spiritual restrictions on myself. I will not think about some things, I will not guess, and I will not take the initiative to ask - I am not a stubborn old man who does not understand right and wrong, you can Take it easy. "

Speaking of this, the great adventurer sighed softly, but still had a smile on his face: "I only hope that one day in the future, I can lift the 'curse' on myself, and by then... I want to hear from you personally Me, who are you, who am I?"

Victoria stared fixedly at her ancestor. After a long time, her expression became solemn: "Please rest assured, this day will definitely not be far away—because His Majesty has already come in person."

...

Bright magical radiance emanated from the crystal, dispelling the gloom in the room under the arctic night. Gawain walked into the suite specially arranged for himself, and his eyes swept around casually.

The living room is very spacious, with carefully polished stone floors covered with soft carpets, tables, chairs, sofas and shelves, etc. There are two doors leading to other rooms not far away, and on the opposite wall On the ceiling, you can also see the hanging golden-red tapestry and the decorative crystal-like sheet hanging from the roof. On the edge of the sheet and the surface of the tapestry, there are exquisite patterns that glow with a metallic texture under the light.

This should be the best residence that can be found in Tarrond today. Many of the furnishings in the room are obviously from the heritage before the "Rite of Mature" - Gawain can see from those objects that Tarrond did everything he could. A complex and luxurious distinctive style, and these things are obviously not something that the current dragon clan can produce.

The dragons have abandoned the overly luxurious and resource-wasting way of life in the past, but the legacy that has been excavated from the ruins and still retains the glory of the past will continue to come in handy, so the gorgeous fragments of the past and the ruins of today The rough buildings of the earth age are combined, and similar wonderful scenes can be seen everywhere in this land that is undergoing rebirth from the ashes.

Amber followed Gawain into the living room. As soon as she entered the door, she stared and looked around curiously. After the accompanying dragon servants politely left, she immediately ran to the shelf near the wall. Beside him, he looked at a cylindrical display in surprise, and patted it twice with his hand: "Hey, I remember this thing, but it seems to be able to make a sound when I remember it?"

"The premise is to be connected to the Omega network - now similar objects have become such simple decorations, or have become materials in the recycling yard." Gawain shook his head and came to the coffee table in the center of the living room. Made of some kind of silver-gray industrial synthetic material, with irregular geometric edges and transparent lines inlaid on its surface, exquisite and detailed patterns and reliefs can be seen on the side, it has a typical "Old Tarrond" atmosphere Gao Wen speculates that the transparent lines on its surface may have been some kind of ambient light, and its desktop may have integrated a smart networked display screen—but now, it has returned to the most essential function of furniture, except for being solid and stable. In addition, it is indistinguishable from a finely carved stone.

The changes in the vicissitudes of life are hidden between the cracks of these details.

"Okay, don't study it anymore, if you study those devices that have been disconnected, they won't respond to you as before," Gao Wen looked at Amber who was groping around not far away, and finally couldn't help it. He said, "Come and study the business first."

Only then did Amber reluctantly put down those dragon items that she considered "probably quite valuable", and turned around to come to the tea table in front of Gao Wen. After throwing herself into the soft and comfortable sofa, she first stretched vigorously, Then he casually knocked on the surface of the coffee table—accompanied by the invisible breeze blowing across the table, the dust like veil-like mist was engulfed by the cyclone, and it floated in front of Gao Wen from hazy to clear, and lay there like a cloud of dust. The surface of the silver-gray coffee table is undulating.

Gao Wen was stunned by the opponent's smooth operation. He looked up at the pride of the alliance, and said in surprise, "You are already so proficient in manipulation? This hand has been followed by practice." Like ten years."

"I found that I can control these sands very easily, and the trick to control them seems to be printed in my mind," Amber said casually, without any humility in her tone, "I don't know how these sands work, Controlling them seems to be an instinct, as long as I meet the right time, the method of use will naturally emerge in my mind..."

Gao Wen frowned upon hearing this, and muttered with a serious face: "A set of counterfeit sand has brought a set of genuine manuals..."

Amber didn't hear clearly: "Ah? What did you say?"

"No, it's nothing." Gawain waved his hands, his eyes fell on the "dust mist" that was rising and rolling on the surface of the coffee table, "You stripped the sand from Mordir...is this 'instinct' telling you what to do? "

"Yeah," Amber nodded, and then pinched her chin for a little thought, "I noticed some 'essence' of those sands from Modil, they seem to have replaced Modir's original 'half body', I am maintaining the survival of that great adventurer, so I dare not strip too much shadow dust from him, let alone point out the existence of those sands in front of him—in case the old man suddenly realizes that he is half The body is gone, and I just lie there when I get excited? I can't beat Victoria..."

"Then is the dust you stripped off his body okay?" Gawain asked a little worriedly, "If it is really these dusts that have kept Mordir alive until now..."

"No problem, this is only a small part, without them, it will not affect the operation of the remaining sand and dust at all," Amber shook her head before Gao Wen finished speaking, "I can feel the one that keeps Mordir alive' Tipping point', although I don't know how to explain to you where this 'feeling' comes from..."

"Then don't explain." Gawain waved his hand, pointing to the swirling dust on the coffee table, "Let's talk about these sands first. You got them out of Mordir, but how should we know about these sands?" Secrets hidden in them? They can't talk."

Amber didn't speak for a while, but looked at the dancing sand and dust in a daze. She seemed to be thinking and perceiving something. After a long time, she suddenly muttered softly: "Sand can't speak...but sand has witnessed the past. Things that happened……"

While speaking, she slowly raised her hand and placed it on top of the dust.

The "fog of sand and dust" circling and surging on the surface of the tea table suddenly stopped flowing. Under Gao Wen's surprised gaze, they completely stopped and resumed flowing after a few seconds, but this time they did not appear again. That kind of irregular state, but constantly surging and piling up, slowly changing into a three-dimensional scene on the surface of the coffee table...

Gao Wen was dumbfounded: "This is..."

"It may be Mordir's memory, or it may be Sand's memory, or it may be something seen by a pair of eyes standing on a third-party perspective," Amber said in a low voice, as if there was a whisper in her voice Trembling, Gao Wen subconsciously glanced back after hearing it, only to realize that she had changed into another posture at some point - her long black hair was floating in the air as if she had lost gravity, and her amber pupils were dissipating. With a pale golden light, she was surrounded by cloud-like shadow power, so that the whole person's temperament had undergone a huge change, but she herself didn't seem to notice this, she just continued, "What do you see next?" None of the scenes I manipulated - I was just guiding the sand to release their 'records', what exactly they recorded... I don't know."

While speaking, Gao Wen saw that the dust on the coffee table had condensed into a clearer shape. He saw pillar-like structures suddenly rising from a sea of ​​sand, and many vertical and horizontal structures stretched between the pillars. Interlaced lines and vaults, he saw that there seemed to be a larger, blurred structure outside those pillars, but it could not be fully presented due to the size of the sand and dust; when the pillars and vaults were formed, he again I saw a figure raised suddenly in the center of the whole scene. The figure was formed by the condensed gray-white dust, and his face was blurred. It could only be seen that he was wearing clothes like a robe or a cloak, as if he had just experienced A long and arduous journey...or still on the way.

Both Gao Wen and Amber couldn't see the figure's face clearly, but they guessed the figure's identity almost instantly.

"This is Mordir!" Amber said with wide eyes, "This is the memory of Mordir Wilde!"

Gao Wen was also a little excited, but he soon discovered that there was a new change in the scene: "Wait, there are other things!"

Before he finished speaking, a small cyclone blew up in the "Sanddust Stage", and in front of "Modir" in the center of the scene, two new figures suddenly appeared!

"This is..." Amber stared at the changes in the scene while maintaining the guidance of the shadow dust, "Theoretically, this should be the last of Mordir Wilde before the 'split' occurred Fragment of impressions, why did two people suddenly appear here..."

A strange idea popped up in Gawain's mind for a moment: Could it be that Mordir Wilde was divided by these two people back then?

The scene formed by the sand and dust was still changing, Gao Wen hurriedly threw these uncontrollable thoughts out of his mind, he looked towards the center of the "stage" of that scene, and saw that the Mordir formed by the dust seemed to be moving Communicating with the two figures in front of him, he couldn't hear the sound, he could only see the body movements of the negotiating parties, and judging from their movements, there seemed to be no conflict between the two parties.

"I thought they were going to fight," Amber said suddenly. "When I saw it just now, I thought Modil was divided by those two people. I was going to watch a horror show."

Gao Wen: "..."

He was ashamed to admit that his thoughts just overlapped with the shame of the alliance, and his expression was a little blunt, so he forcibly changed the subject: "By the way, I can't see these two figures clearly..."

"Yeah, it's vague." Amber widened her eyes, staring carefully at the scene made of gray-white dust, "the one in front is Mordir, I can confirm this, even if I can't see it clearly, I can feel it , but it’s really hard to distinguish these two people when they appear later... I can’t feel the breath..."

"Can you be more clear?" Gao Wen couldn't help looking at Amber, "For example, adjust the focal length of the projection or something..."

"I'm not a magic net terminal! There's no adjustable focal length!" Hu Po immediately bared her teeth and rejected Gao Wen's request on the spot, "And it's made of sand, no matter how fine it is... after all, that's all there is to it. Large scenes cannot be scaled.”

"Modir's resolution is not good..." Gawain couldn't help sighing, but stared at the two figures in front of Modir more seriously, trying to distinguish from the blurry dust. He found some clues, and under such careful observation, he finally found something, "These two should look like women, look at their clothes... huh? Wait! Amber, look, do they look like women?" Kind of like an elf?"