Chapter 876 The Land Once Abandoned

When Gawain glanced at Noretta quickly and secretly, the high-ranking agent from the Mithril treasure house who temporarily replaced Melita Purnia also looked at Gawain twice - she was very interested in this human being. There are indeed some curious, resurrected from the dead, legendary pioneering heroes, subverting a kingdom and establishing a new order... In Noretta's long life, she has seen many people who can be called "legends" in the human world. characters, and even among these people, Gawain was quite a special one.

She controlled her gaze and expression and smiled faintly: "So, what kind of thing do you want to consult?"

"Strictly speaking, it's not a consultation, but I want to confirm something with the 'Dragon Race' behind the Mithril Treasure House," Gawain waved his hand, showing a serious look, "That's right, not long ago we set up a large-scale magic in the Holy Spirit Plain. The device has captured some mysterious signals. After many comparisons, humans, elves and even sirens can't figure out the source of these signals, so now I suspect that these signals come from dragons.

"Considering the development of magic technology, in order to avoid any misunderstanding between humans and dragons in the future, I think it is necessary to confirm with you..."

"Mysterious signal?" The white-skirted woman who claimed to be Noretta raised her eyebrows, and her expression became more serious. "What's the content?"

"We haven't cracked it yet. It's a series of very short tremors and echoes. The structural form has never been seen before, leaving scholars confused, but we have recorded a copy of it with magic crystals." Gawain aside As he said that, he casually made a move to the side, and a light blue crystal sheet about the size of a palm that was placed on the disposal shelf not far away flew into his hands silently.

This is a recording medium modified by Carmel, and its prototype is the memory crystal commonly used by traditional mages. After optimizing the etching structure in the crystal and performing more advanced standardized production, similar recording media are becoming more and more. It is widely used in devices such as magic net terminals and immersion chambers.

"It exists here," Gawain said, "but I don't know what equipment your dragons usually use to read similar things. This may require some transformation..."

"No, I can perceive its magical structure." Noretta interrupted Gawain's words. She reached out to take the crystal flake, her fingers lightly stroked the fine rune notch on one side, a pair of light-colored In this brief moment, Gawain felt that the magic power around the agent lady in front of him suddenly became extremely active and complex, as if there was a The extremely high-level magic was compressed within a square inch and completed in an instant.

In just a moment, Noretta completed the reading and recording of the storage medium, and she handed the slightly hot crystal sheet to Gawain: "I have recorded it, and I will hand it over to my superior for further analysis and processing. .Thank you very much for your prompt notification and sincere attitude, it is really beneficial for us to maintain a good relationship."

Gawain took the crystal sheet,

I couldn't help but take a deep look at the woman in the white dress in front of me: "Excellent magic skills - Melita has never shown it in front of me."

"Actually, she's not good at this either," Noretta smiled slightly. "I'm usually in charge of handling paperwork in the rear or doing command and support work. These are just 'little tricks' that are used in some jobs."

"It seems that there is a complex and effective job structure inside the Mithril Treasure House. I'm a little curious about this," Gawain said casually with a smile, "So, I can just wait for the news later?"

"It won't make you wait too long," Noretta nodded. "We will complete the analysis and comparison of the signals as soon as possible. In addition, although I can't give you a clear answer yet, it is only from what I just read. Come on... this thing probably didn't come from Tallond either."

"...Isn't it the Dragon Clan?"

"We use another communication technology, which doesn't produce a signal of this characteristic," Noretta nodded, "but this world is very vast, and there are many corners and secrets that even the dragons don't understand, and some things are only me My superiors only know, so I still have to report it, maybe the treasurer of the Mithril Treasury and the high-ranking members can find out where this thing came from."

"Thank you very much then."

...

The Spirit has been on this barren and desolate coast for almost a week.

Aside from some wild beasts that are not often seen on land and are not very afraid of humans, there are only lush vegetation, humid and warm sea breezes, and ruins of towns covered with shrubs and vines.

Earl Owen Dyson stood on a reef on the coast. When the glorious sun gradually rose to half, he took out the gold-plated mechanical watch from his arms and opened the cover to take a look.

At about the same time, a few swaying figures appeared on a path on the coast leading to the depths of the island, and several sailors emerged from the path covered with bushes and tall grass.

"Half an hour later than the scheduled meeting time," Earl Owen asked calmly when the sailors came before him, "Is there any trouble?"

A sailor wrapped in a red turban stood up straight and gave a military salute. At the same time, he reported meticulously: "Report to the captain, when I returned, I encountered a huge python. It may have mutated under the magical environment, but it has been resolved."

"Well," Earl Owen nodded, "what did you find?"

"There is only one abandoned manor, and like the town in the center, there are traces of being repaired twice," the sailor said as he took out something from his arms. "In addition, we found this in the manor. ."

Earl Owen took the thing handed by the sailor. He saw that it was a badly worn amulet. The logo on the front of the amulet was completely unclear, but judging from the material, it should have been a magic item - Owen Day Sen had seen something similar not too long ago.

"It was left by the children of the storm... It must have been more than ten years since it was thrown in this place," the Typhon noble quickly judged the abandonment time of this amulet, "It seems that at least ten years ago, The children of the storm still occupy these islands near the boundary between the offshore and the far sea, but then they abandoned these strongholds close to the human world and went to the farther seas..."

"These cultists have been occupying the property that belonged to the Empire, taking the facilities on these islands as their own," the first mate of Spirit couldn't help muttering in disgust behind Owen Dyson, " They left their delirious graffiti all over the town and just walked away. Wish they were swallowed by the deep sea and sacrificed to the monsters of the deep sea by their fanaticism."

"I don't care about the fate of the cultists," Earl Owen said casually. He put away the talisman and looked at the first mate. "How is the situation on the Spirit?"

"We have repaired the anti-magic shell, shield group and two magic energy engines, but there are still some problems with the transmission mechanism connected to the engine. The technicians said that those big guys need professional facilities in the port to be completely repaired. What is in this piece? On a beach with none, they could only 'fix one leg'."

"To what extent can it be repaired? Can it be sailed?"

"It's okay to set sail, but the speed is only about two-thirds of the previous speed, and once it encounters the previous level of 'disorderly turbulence' again, the entire drive shaft will be broken," the first officer said frankly, and finally seemed to In order to strengthen the persuasion, I emphasized it again, "100% will be broken."

"Since this is the result of the best efforts of the technicians, we can only accept it. We have to return. I believe that the Spirit will overcome this difficulty, and our luck should not be to encounter two consecutive incidents in the coastal waters. Sequence turbulence," said Earl Owen, glancing back at Spirit, which was docked not far off the sea - a beautiful and advanced magical ship lying quietly among the gentle waves, covered in magic metal The high-power magnetic storm crystals on the hull and bow of the ship shone brightly under the giant sun. After a brief gaze, the Count withdrew his gaze, "Notify the mechanical team to make final adjustments to the engine, and we will set sail in three hours."

The first mate nodded, and took out a short staff with many gems from his waist. As the gems on the staff lit up one by one, he released the communication technique and conveyed the captain's order to the guards on the Courage. personnel.

After watching the first mate do all this, Earl Owen nodded and looked towards the depths of the island: "Bring a few people, let's go to that town again."

The first mate glanced at the earl, but didn't ask anything. He quickly selected the sharp and alert sailor, and together with the earl, set foot on the path leading to the center of the island.

Owen Dyson walked towards the depths of this former imperial territory, walking on the ancient stone pavement that had obvious signs of repair but had been abandoned again. The sailors who were in charge of exploring the path before had used spells and swords to clear the bushes and vines that blocked the road. In addition, the entire island of Thassos itself was not very big. He quickly crossed the path covered by the trees and came to On the edge of a quiet and lifeless town.

This is the largest human complex on the island of Thassos, and seven hundred years ago, it was also the first springboard off the coast of the Empire. In that prosperous but too short period, countless industrious builders, ambitious captains and merchants, and adventurers who pursued their dreams gathered here. Spices, gold, precious minerals in the far sea, and rare treasures on land All things flowed here, and all of this made this inconspicuous island of Thassos a prosperous "place of gold" at that time.

And after the short golden age ended, what ushered in here is a longer sinking-the former sea refugees have turned into mad and depraved cultists in an instant, and the land of gold has become the domain of the children of the storm. , the wealth of the empire became the nourishment for the cultists to multiply themselves, and in the end those who did not have time to withdraw...

Earl Owen raised his head and glanced at the abandoned houses and towers. The obscure runes left by the children of the storm could be seen everywhere in the houses of the past, and the original Typhon or Dyson family emblem was nowhere to be seen.

At the end of the road, in a small square, Earl Owen also saw a pile of ashes that were still smoking with fine smoke. Some broken sculpture fragments and ritual utensils could still be vaguely seen in the ashes. The dark sect relics that the sailors found from all over the town, the cultists who once entrenched here have been evacuated, and the sailors can only burn what they left behind.

Earl Owen bypassed the ashes, bypassed the small square, and came to the town hall.

On the steps in front of the hall, a tattered dark blue banner depicting twisted emblems of storms and lightning was thrown to the ground.

Owen glanced down at the flag and stepped forward—he and the sailors stepped up the steps, through the open main entrance of the hall, into the empty assembly hall, and finally stopped in front of the deepest wall of the assembly hall. down, and there were only two empty hooks on the wall, and a little moss growing along the wall.

The Count looked up for a while, then lowered his head and groped in his arms. Soon, he took out a neatly folded piece of fabric from his arms and carefully unfolded it.

It was a very old, even faded flag, but it was still intact after seven hundred years, thanks to the magic thread mixed in the fabric and the careful care, and on that solemn black background, the shield The emblem with the crown, though dull in color, is still clearly visible.

After scrutinizing it carefully, the Count raised his hand and solemnly re-hoisted Typhon's flag in the town hall of Thassos Island.

Then he undid another thing from his waist - a sword that had been passed down from generation to generation in his family.

The hilt of the saber is engraved with a light golden harpoon pattern, which was given to the first generation of Earl Dyson by the founding emperor of Typhon 700 years ago. This sword represents the inheritance of the Dyson family. It also represents the glory of the first generation of builders of Thassos.

Swords and flags, these are the things that the ancestors of the family took from here when they evacuated from Thassos - that ancestor did not leave any last words to bring these things back to Thassos, because he was in the island of Thassos. The organization was buried at sea during the second evacuation, but after that, the relics left by the ancestors became the long-term responsibility of the descendants of Dyson.

After placing the sword under the flag, Earl Owen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to the sailors, turned around, and looked at the sword and flag on the wall with everyone, just like seven hundred. Like the people in this hall years ago.

After a few minutes, they left the town hall and made their way back to the Spirit.

The brilliance of the giant sun sprinkled on the ruined town. Unknown birds and beasts roared and screamed in the nearby dense forest. The lush plants continued to grow quietly on this land. In the direction of the distant coast, the Courage urged the crew. The loud and melodious whistle was playing as they returned to the beach to meet.

...

Aldenan, in the study room of the Obsidian Palace, Emperor Rosetta Augustus put down the document in his hand and looked up at the two mages sitting opposite, with a smile on his face:

"After all the hardships and dangers, there is finally good news from the 'Spirit' that they have successfully set foot on Thassos Island - today is a day to celebrate, two masters."

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