Chapter 28 New Visitors

Edmund Moren left with a smile, and it seemed that the negotiation was quite satisfactory to him, but the prince declined Gawain's invitation to stay for dinner - he said he To return to Silver Castle as soon as possible, the old king is still waiting for his good news.

After Edmund left, Rebecca commented: "He seems to be a very kind person - I thought the crown prince would be a particularly difficult person to get along with, a lot of court etiquette..."

"That's because in front of him is an elder from seven hundred years ago, not a run-down Viscount of the Frontier," Gawain glanced at Rebecca, "Do you think what he is showing here is what he usually looks like? On the contrary, it is precisely because his performance just now almost completely conformed to my communication habits, that I am sure that he has done his homework and came here."

Rebecca: "Huh?"

Gawain thought for a while and explained to her: "The so-called negotiating skills, no matter how many things are summed up, it is nothing more than seeing someone say something. At first, he visited a very senior 'aristocratic patriarch as a prince. ', showing just the right amount of politeness and maturity, and then noticing my way of speaking and attitude, he immediately became lighthearted and humorous, which made me more willing to talk to him more, which is a great skill. "

Rebecca scratched her hair: "...Eh?"

Gawain sighed: "...you should study the four rubbing methods of the fireball technique."

No matter how stiff Rebecca's head was, she could feel Gawain's deep helplessness at this time, and she was a little nervous: "Master Ancestor, am I... a little too stupid in this regard?"

"Everyone has their own strengths, your talent is not here, don't force it," Gawain patted Rebecca's head (he can do whatever he wants), "And to be honest, I don't really like this kind of intrigue, I still prefer the style of painting where a group of people put their life and death aside, burying their heads and trying to find a way out in the wasteland..."

Rebecca nodded with a vague understanding, and then asked curiously, "By the way, Mr. Ancestor, is what you said just now true?"

Gawain: "What do you mean?"

Rebecca asked seriously: "Did you really give a red wine more than 30 names back then, and each name was accompanied by a sonnet?"

Gawain sighed: "Of course it's true."

"Sounds great!"

"But in fact it was because of poverty, because the pioneering team hadn't even reached the Holy Spirit Plain at that time, and it was difficult for everyone to fill their stomachs until they found a grain-producing area. We named a wine more than 30 names because We only had one kind of wine at the time, and it was the last barrel, and we gave it sonnets because there was no entertainment other than that, so you know, the complicated etiquette and rules of the nobility were either full of food It’s just a matter of holding on, or being hungry and anxious, and it’s basically boring stuff.”

Rebecca's eyes lit up, and it felt like she had added a lot of incredible knowledge—things Aunt Hetty would never teach her!

At this time, the window of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Amber jumped in from the window. She threw herself on the chair, and swayed her legs to joke with Gawain: "You old man is quite interesting! In other words, my evaluation of you will surpass that of all nobles!"

"Don't call me old man, I'm in my prime!" Gao Wen glared at Amber, "And didn't I let you patrol outside? Did you want to be lazy by slipping in?"

Amber swayed on the chair, as if he couldn't stay still for a moment: "I was patrolling, and then I didn't find anything, so I came in for a drink, you can't stop me from resting - then again, you How can you be so sure that someone will sneak up on the door? Look at the princes, they all enter through the door..."

"If all the princes climbed over the wall, then Charlie would have jumped out of the coffin like me.

The corner of Gawain's mouth twitched. "But not everyone who wants to know something from me will come in through the gate. I am here today to wait for these people. "

"Okay, now you're the boss," Amber waved her hand, poured herself a cup of tea and gulped it down, then got up and walked to the window, but before jumping out, she turned around and came back from Gawain who was going to serve as tea. I squeezed two pieces out of the muffin, "It's cold outside, I'll eat something to make up for it."

Gawain regretted that he didn't have the Sword of Trailblazers in his hand.

Then he looked at his great-granddaughter on the N+1 floor: "Go back to the house to rest first, and meet the king tomorrow. You must face it in your best condition."

Rebecca nodded, and then asked, "What about you, Mr. Ancestor?"

"I'm used to going to bed late, and I plan to go to the study," Gawain said. "It's more or less a visit to the old place. I have to see how much this place has changed."

Rebecca obediently said good night to Gawain, turned and left the room, while Gawain stood in place for a while and then walked to the study on the second floor.

Gawain Cecil is famous for his martial arts, but he is not a martial artist who only knows how to dance with knives and guns. In fact, he is also half a polymath and a herbalist at the same time, and he likes to read books in his spare time, so he is in the crown. In this mansion on No. 4 Street, in addition to a collection room for the owner to store weapons, armor, and loot, there is also a large study.

Sitting in front of the desk restored by later generations, Gawain tapped the table with his fingers lightly as he pondered. His eyes moved between the quaint bookshelves and the paintings on the wall, and finally fell back to the table.

The memories that didn't belong to him surged up again in his mind, making him feel a little more familiar with the things in front of him. He sighed at the dedication of the people of the future - they not only restored the furniture here, but even the magic water on the desk. The quill and paper were placed in the places that Gawain Cecil was most familiar with before his death, and this almost paranoid restoration even gave him a faint fear.

It was as if someone had already known that he would come back and had prepared this place specially.

But although the memory was clear, it was not his own after all, and it was difficult to resonate emotionally. Gawain quickly retracted his gaze, left the seat and fell on the ground, groping on the floor under the table.

A secret cell was opened, and he felt his fingers touch a piece of cold metal. After groping for a tab on the metal surface, he lifted it out of the dark cell.

It was a delicate little box, exuding a cool silver light, still as new after seven hundred years.

Seeing this small box, Gawain immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

still.

Perhaps more than half of the things in this mansion are no longer original, but some things can be preserved for more than 700 years, such as a small safe made of mithril.

The box is engraved with intricate magical patterns, but in addition to these patterns, there is also a sword and shield emblem forged in adamantine and star iron, with delicate characters beside the emblem, as well as Charles I and Gawain Seier Searle's joint seal.

These marks and words, coupled with the secret orders passed down from generation to generation within the Moen family (Ansu royal family), can ensure that even if someone rebuilds the main body of the house and finds this small box, it will be sealed again in its original place.

But this is also because Gawain's "resurrection" is not too late, because the ancient secret orders and the deterrent power of the predecessors will lose their effectiveness over time, especially now that it is the second dynasty, the influence of the first dynasty It is at the bottom of the valley. If he arrives later and the mansion undergoes a comprehensive renovation again, then no one can guarantee the whereabouts of this small box.

Gao Wen solemnly placed the small box on the table. If the most important purpose of this trip to the royal capital was the "permanent development right", then the Mithril safe in front of him was the second most important purpose.

He didn't bring Rebecca to find this box, not because he didn't trust his theoretical descendant, but because he wasn't sure if the box was still there, in case he mysteriously brought a pair of "old ancestors" I'll show you something good." The expression fooled the little girl, but she didn't find anything when she fell on the ground, how embarrassing.

Gawain injected magic power into the magic pattern on the surface of the box in the way he remembered, and then smeared a drop of his own blood on the emblem in the center of the box lid. The inside of this small magic item immediately made a crisp mechanical sound, and then its lid slightly bounce.

There are very few things inside, except for a few crystals that have lost their magic power and can only be used as decorations, there is only a slap-sized platinum disc. Gawain put the crystals aside for the time being, picked up the disc and looked at it.

Its surface is also engraved with complex magic lines, but in addition to the magic lines, there are some characters that seem to float on the disk and keep shaking slightly, which are the seals used to communicate with the elements.

"Okay, now the key is in hand..."

Gao Wen muttered in a low voice and tucked both the crystal and the disc into his arms, but just as he got up, a breeze suddenly blew past his ears.

He immediately picked up a short sword that was spared by the table, and at the same time his muscles were tense, ready for battle.

"This sharpness and responsiveness, it seems that you are indeed right," a young woman's voice came from outside the window, and Gawain noticed that the window of the study had been opened at some point, and a veiled , A woman in a long purple dress floated into the air out of thin air, and walked towards the window, "Please relax, people like you and me, once we fight, I'm afraid people in half the city will be shocked..."

Before the woman could finish speaking, a swift black shadow suddenly came down from the roof, accompanied by Amber's shouting: "Little thief! I finally caught you—ah!"

Amber, a master of shadow affinity, a ghost-level talent with full sneak and shadow steps, but because the frontal combat power is only 1.5 geese, the mysterious woman is casually knocked out.

However, the mysterious woman seemed to be taken aback, and she didn't respond after knocking Amber flying: "Just now... what was that?"

Gao Wen held the dagger in his hand, but he still didn't relax: "If it's correct, it's my bodyguard."

"Ah, sorry," the mysterious woman hurriedly apologized, her attitude was surprising, she glanced at the direction Amber fell, turned her head and explained, "Suddenly rushed out and started subconsciously. But don't worry, she's fine, At most, a little dizzy for a while."

Gawain breathed a sigh of relief, but his attitude did not relax at all: "Who the hell are you?"

"Sorry, it seems that my way of appearing is a bit ill-considered," the mysterious woman stood on the windowsill and bowed politely, "Greetings from the Mithril Treasure House, please allow me to introduce myself, I am your VIP commissioner , Melita Purnia, I am responsible for your savings in the Holy Silver Vault."

Gawain frowned: "My Little Pony?"