Chapter 19 Debt

Gawain didn't know the bold and terrifying thought in Rebecca's mind, but he also knew that Viscount Andrew's protection of Cecil's territorial people was definitely not free - that lord swore to defend his people to the death, and the whole people watched and helped each other. The days when people made selfless dedication to rebuild civilization are long gone. Although the Anzu Kingdom 700 years later has not recovered to the glory of the Gondor era, the nobility’s skills in selfishness are self-taught. At the full level, there is no doubt that Rebecca has been burdened with a debt from the sky since the day when the refugees led by Cecil entered Tanzania Town.

But it's better to carry this debt than to die.

"The Cecil family will thank you for your help," Gawain said, breaking the silence, "but the more important thing at the moment is the disaster itself."

Viscount Andrew noticed Gawain sitting between Rebecca and Hetty from the very beginning, and he was very curious about this dignified man dressed in ancient aristocratic costumes with a big sword beside him. There is no such person in the known aristocratic circle - but from the respectful attitude of Heidi and Rebecca when facing this man, it can be judged that this man is by no means an ordinary person.

So after Gawain opened his mouth, he followed the trend and asked: "Excuse me, I was just curious - who is your Excellency?"

"The ancestor of the Cecil family, the pioneer among the pioneers, one of the seven founding generals of Ansu, the Grand Duke of the South, Gawain Cecil," Heidi had been waiting for this question, and stood up immediately. He introduced with a serious face, "You should have grown up hearing this name when you were a child—he is the dawn of dawn."

Gao Wen sternly tried to show a serious look without anger and self-righteousness. He nodded slightly in line with Hetty's forcible blow-up, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but froze for a moment, and quietly followed. Rebecca next to him asked, "What the hell is that last name?"

Rebecca quickly explained: "The posthumous title established by the founding emperor after your death..."

Gao Wen was shocked: "...that old middle school sophomore can't think of a better name?!"

On Viscount Andrew's side, the first reaction of this meticulous orthodox nobleman after hearing Hetty's words was a dull expression on his face.

Did this lady finally go mad because of her family's calamity and frightened by monsters?

Just as Gawain thought from the very beginning: unless you see it with your own eyes, it is impossible for others to believe that the ancestor of the Cecil family will climb out of the coffin, even if it is a well-informed nobleman and scholar. Even the most knowledgeable mages wouldn't believe this kind of fantasy -- on the contrary, those commoners who didn't know one big character but were full of superstitious thoughts might believe it.

After Andrew heard Hetty's words, he did not ask the attendant to come up to feed this lady the medicine for the first time.

"Ma'am, please allow me... er... Let me think about it," Andrew tried to adjust his expression, as if he wanted 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've had unimaginable nightmares, but with such a whimsical story...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 it's true, but the ancestor of the Cecil family has indeed woken up from a long sleep, and we have seen him with our own eyes. Sit up from the coffin, holding the sword of the pioneer in his hand, and we have verified that he is really resurrected, not a trick like the resurrection of the dead..."

Andrew showed a dumbfounded expression: "If you have any request for me, please 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 Hetty's lie is worth? A viscount is surrounded by monsters and elements. The tides are destroyed, and a dragon appears over our territory,

An incident of this level can already directly alert the king in the capital. In this terrible situation, we will arrange for a person to put on an ancient costume, take an inferior ancient sword, and come to your castle to give Do you tell a story from the Arabian Nights just to have fun? "

As he spoke, he injected the magic power in his body into the pioneer sword, and with the injection of magic power, dark red lines appeared on the ancient long sword again, this time its lines were clearer, and Near the hilt of the sword, a heraldic pattern of a sharp blade and an iron plow was formed—that was the emblem set by the Cecil family on the day of the founding of Ansu, representing the pioneering years of the family emblem.

Knights also have magical powers, but the way they use their magical powers is very 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 the real pioneer sword, but The replica of this sword was enshrined in the royal sanctuary in the capital. He had the privilege of seeing that replica a few years ago, and naturally he would not admit it wrong.

If the sword on the table is not a fake made by Cecil's family, it can only be the real one - the one that was sealed in the Cecil family's cemetery, and no one dared to make an idea even if their family declined. Authentic.

Will this declining family go to open up the graves of their ancestors, dig up the holy sword and use it to tell a big lie?

Andrew hesitated. If this incident was really a farce, then the cost of this farce would be frighteningly high, but if it wasn't a farce...

No one would dare to believe that the old ancestor suddenly came out of the grave while he was dead! !

"You can find an elf craftsman to identify the authenticity of this sword. This sword was made by their clansmen back then. They know how to check the elf talisman. You can also take out the portraits of the founding princes and compare them with me. For a moment, although I have been sleeping for seven hundred years, my appearance has not changed much." Gawain looked at Andrew's gloomy face and said with a slight smile, "If you can do it, you can also look for it. Have you ever participated in the second development, the elf mercenaries who have now lived in seclusion in the mountains, maybe there are people who know me."

"No, no need," Viscount Andrew waved his hand, rubbing his eyebrows, feeling that what happened in front of him was really not something he was good at handling, "Since it is a legendary hero like you... Sleeping for seven hundred years and then resurrecting this Something like this might be possible.”

Even though he said so, a discerning person could tell at a glance that the Viscount might still not believe in Gawain's identity.

He has already figured it out - what does the ancestor of the Cecil family have to do with him jumping out of the coffin? Why bother with the truth of this matter, since the Cecil family said it was true, then it would be good to take it as true.

Anyway, it's just an ancient man who has been dead for seven hundred years.

And after thinking about these things, Viscount Andrew seemed to realize a detail that Gawain mentioned just now: "Wait a minute, you said...a dragon appeared near here?!"

"That's right, Blue Dragon, I don't know where it came from, but in the end it went to the northwest..." Gawain nodded, and then took advantage of the situation to tell the other party everything that happened in Cecil's Territory, "...things That's it."

"Aberrations... monsters from the magic tide period... and dragons... my god..." Viscount Andrew's brows seemed to be locked into a ball, and the blush on the pale face subsided, "What is this world? What's wrong……"

"What about the world is something that scholars and His Majesty the King have to consider. What we have to do is to pass on what happened here to Saint Sunil City as soon as possible," Hetty interrupted Andrew, "The matter is already very serious. "

"I have sent a messenger to report the news of Cecil's attack," said Viscount Andrew. "The messenger set off on a fast horse, and it should be halfway there by now."

It seems that Viscount Andrew is still able to do some practical things. He not only accepted refugees from the neighboring territories, but also sent a messenger to report to the king as soon as possible. This should be considered excellent among the frontier nobles of this era, but He He But Ti 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. And Archduke Cecil woke up from his long sleep, and he has to go to the king. Either way. We appreciate your help to the Cecil family, but we still need more help."

Hearing Hetty's words, Andrew 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 horses? Supplies? Guards?"

"It's all needed," Rebecca said with courage, "and we also need to ask you to help take care of the people of Cecil Land for a while - until we return from the capital and have a new territory to house those people. …”

"That's the point," Viscount Andrew raised his hand, interrupting Rebecca, "in fact I was about to talk about this: I'm already doing my best to help my neighbors, and I'm happy to Be a generous person, but I'm just a mere Viscount, how much can I give to feed those refugees?"

Gao Wen picked up the black tea that had cooled a bit in front of him, took a sip, and thought that Mr. Viscount finally talked about "business".

Rebecca said impatiently: "Knight Philip brought a batch of gold and silver when he broke through the siege, and those gold and silver should be enough..."

"Of course, I know those gold and silver," Viscount Andrew interrupted Rebecca again, "please rest assured, I'm not a person who takes advantage of others, but whether it's medicinal herbs or food, there is a cost. I should have said that just now? That? When a brave knight arrived in Tanzania, he was already scarred. The soldiers and civilians he brought were almost all wounded. In order to treat them, I used the best medicinal herbs in the territory and hired the best priests. , these are very expensive, the gold and silver are just enough."

Rebecca's eyes widened.

"Of course, I'd like to stress that I'm not going to take risks," Viscount Andrew continued, "so I'll continue to host those refugees and help you as much as I can, I just want to make sure that - when I do After all this, will the Cecil family still have the ability to repay this debt?"