Chapter 21 Closing the Deal

After accepting the banquet from Viscount Andrew, Gawain and his party were temporarily placed in the guest room in the castle-at Gawain's special request, the two soldiers, maid Betty and Amber all had clean and tidy rooms available.

Anyway, this Viscount Andrew's castle is very big.

After rejecting the waiter, Hetty couldn't help but ask the question: "Ancestor, do you think Viscount Andrew can be trusted?"

Although they are "neighbors" with adjacent territories, Hetty is well acquainted with the atmosphere of aristocracy, that is, there is neither integrity nor honor-although they usually emphasize these two points, but they are also lacking in these. Especially in this desolate and barbaric southern region far from the political center, the way of life for the nobles is even more unbearable. Now that the Cecil family has completely fallen to the bottom, aside from the sudden appearance of an old ancestor as a bonus, Heidi really has no confidence to take the lead in the confrontation with other nobles.

"Reliable? I haven't considered this question at all," Gawain's answer surprised Heidi, "I didn't know what Viscount Andrew looked like a few hours ago."

Rebecca next to him was startled: "Ah? Then you talked to him so much..."

"Because it's necessary," Gawain looked at Rebecca, "It's not an exaggeration to describe it as a dead end now—let's not talk about the people who are in distress and have to support themselves, look at your own pockets, Is there money for the next meal? So we have to ask for help, that Viscount Andrew is just a choice - apart from him, can you find someone you know in the South? And speaking of him How reliable...I neither know him nor his family, and even the extent of his territory I heard from you two days ago, how do I know if he is reliable?"

Rebecca felt that her head couldn't turn her head: "Then why do you think he will definitely help?"

It was not Gawain who answered, but Amber, who had been lying beside the table and stuffing grapes into his mouth, the half-elf rubbed his mouth and rolled his eyes at Rebecca: "Stupid, because he doesn't want to lose money. "

"Don't want to lose money?"

"When the Philip knight brought the refugees to Tanzania, the Viscount Andrew had already made a decision," Amber said calmly, "He can completely close the city gate and wait for the refugees. Retire on your own or starve to death outside - don't talk about mutual aid laws. In such remote areas, the laws of the kingdom are not as effective as the gold coins of merchants. Since the Mr. Viscount accepted the refugees, it means that he is going from Sisi The Er family received compensation. He had this idea and believed that the Cecil family was capable of repaying the debt. You see, the transaction was established at that time, and today... it is just to expand the scope of the transaction, Just made it clear."

Rebecca was stunned at Amber: "You... how can you still understand these things? Is the threshold for thieves so high these days?"

Amber bared his teeth: "Is this very profound? I don't understand the logic of your nobles and a lot of rules, but at least I understand the truth that thieves don't go empty - when it comes to interests, your nobles and that Is there any difference between thieves who don't want to go empty?"

Rebecca was instantly furious, and when she drew out her staff, she summoned a fireball with a big head: "You have to ignore your own mouth, believe it or not, I really hit you with a fireball in the face!"

Amber seems to have decided that this young lady lord will not play the real thing, and even provocatively smiled and said: "If you have the ability, you can rub a Frostbolt and come out~~"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a chill in her ear. A Frost Arrow almost flew past her ear tip and froze a piece of ice on the wall behind her. Heidi was not far away. He maintained a posture of raising one finger, his expression indifferent: "The Frostbolt you want."

A drop of cold sweat fell on Amber's face, and the horror caused by the distance between the Frostbolt and the skin just now even surpassed the Frostbolt itself - she couldn't help but wonder how much magic control skills it would take to achieve such precision .

Rebecca twitched the corner of her mouth slightly: Aunt Heidi's aggressive magic really failed to hit people as always, and the strokes moved...

Gao Wen clapped his hands and ended the short-lived farce: "Okay, let's count as one's own people for now, let's be more restrained."

The words of the ancestors still work. Whether they like it or not, Heidi and Rebecca put away their staffs to show their obedience, and although Amber jumped out of the beating, they also knew the principle of taking it as soon as it was good (mainly a cold shot). The deterrent effect of arrows is indeed great), and Bianbianzui is no longer silent.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door from outside the room. After getting Gawain's permission, the little maid Betty pushed open the door and walked in.

"Master, Mrs. Hetty, Miss Rebecca," Betty called one by one, skipping Amber directly, "Knight Philip is here."

"Oh, waiting for him," Gawain nodded, then noticed the frying pan in Betty's hand, "Wait a minute...why are you still holding it?"

Betty blinked, thought for a moment, and said, "Because... I haven't gotten home yet, so I just put it in random places, for fear of losing it."

Gawain covered his forehead: "You... well, you can do whatever you want."

After a while, the knight Philip, who led the refugees led by Cecil to break through, walked into the room.

To Gawain's surprise, this is a fairly young warrior: he looks only in his early twenties, with short pale blond hair, deep eye sockets, and a high nose bridge. As a warrior, his heroic temperament and tall and straight figure are enough to make him stand out among ordinary people. Since it was normal, the other party was not wearing armor, but a normal suit, with a long sword slung around his waist, and unremoved bandages could be vaguely seen on his exposed arms and neck.

He really broke through with an injury.

"Lord Lord, ma'am," Knight Philip immediately saluted Rebecca and Heidi after entering the room, "I'm so glad to see you all safe and sound."

"Knight Philip, get up quickly," Rebecca quickly helped him up, "It's really thanks to you that you can save those soldiers and civilians."

She noticed the bandage on the other party's body: "These wounds..."

"What I suffered when I broke through, but it's much better," Philip said hastily. "Viscount Andrew has arranged for me a priest and a pharmacist. But..."

The young knight looked embarrassed, and there was shame and annoyance on his face.

"You mean the gold and silver that you were asked to take out of the castle," Heidi said proactively, "don't take it to heart—those things are meant to be used for emergencies, we said when we asked you to take them away, It's all up to you."

"Please don't worry, in fact, the gold and silver that was taken away by Viscount Andrew is only a part," Philip's face became better, and then he said in a low voice, "Before entering the city, I separated some of my belongings and handed them over to a few trusted soldiers for safekeeping. , and some are buried outside the city. I was worried that if Viscount Andrew was too greedy, at least part of the money would be left to feed the people, or to allow the soldiers to fend for themselves..."

Gawain nodded slightly, this is a young man with both courage and brains, he can lead a mere dozen soldiers to escort a large group of civilians without combat capability to break through, which shows his bravery, and when entering other places. Before the territory of the nobles, it was even more difficult to think of how to protect the property that the master entrusted to him as much as possible when he knew that he could not compete with the nobles, and even thought of arranging for the soldiers to make a living by themselves.

So he looked approving: "Well done. How many people survived?"

Philip actually saw Gawain in the room from the very beginning - after all, the latter's size is also really eye-catching. When he heard the other party's question at this moment, he finally had the opportunity to ask: "Could it be that you are..."

"It seems that Viscount Andrew has already told you," Heidi nodded, "This is the ancestor of the Cecil family, the founding Duke of Ansu, Li..."

Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Gawain hurriedly interrupted: "It's alright, alright, I don't need to mention the name of the old middle schooler, it sounds goosebumps..."

Before he finished speaking, Philip had already knelt down on one knee in front of Gawain: "Duke Gawain! I... I heard the news, but I didn't expect it to be true! You are a role model for all knights. , I have been..."

"Okay, okay, it's not over yet!" Gawain hurriedly dragged Philip up again. As an outsider occupying someone else's body, he was really embarrassed at the moment, "Tell me how many people survived?"

Philip managed to control his excitement, and his face sank following the topic: "There were only more than a thousand people who broke out that day. Later, the people who were attacked by monsters, were seriously injured, and died of diseases were finally alive. Less than 900 people have arrived in Tanzania..."

"How much exactly?"

"Eight hundred and seventy-three people—except me, 16 people are official soldiers, 30 are militiamen, and the rest are civilians."

Rebecca's body swayed.

"Is this the last survivor of Cecil's territory..." Heidi muttered to himself, "I didn't expect..."

Gawain patted Heidi on the shoulder: "Do you know how many people were there when we just ran out of the hinterland of Gondor more than seven hundred years ago?"

Heidi looked at Gawain: "At that time..."

"There are tens of thousands of people," Gao Wen sighed, "so today's situation is indeed quite annoying."

Hetty: "..."

At the same time, in the office of Viscount Andrew, the Viscount was writing a secret letter.

The secret letter was written directly to the king.

Due to the existence of the wasteland of Gondor, Anzu regarded the southern border as the most important barrier area of ​​the kingdom at the beginning of the establishment of the kingdom. Even though the south has been peaceful for a long time, some regulations that have lasted for hundreds of years still continue in this area, such as ——Every noble in the southern border, large and small, is a direct vassal of the Ansu royal family. They all have the right to talk directly with the king, and they also have the obligation to report directly to the king.

"Salute to His Majesty the King, greetings from your immediate vassals.

"You should have learned about the cataclysm that happened to Cecil in the southern region in your last letter, and now there is a new incident in this place. This matter is bizarre and unprecedented, but this minister has personally confirmed that it is actually true.

"The ancestor of the Cecil family, Gawain Cecil, the founding grand duke of Ansu and the head of the Seven Generals, has recently returned to the world.

"I saw with my own eyes that light descended on the wasteland of Cecil's territory, those invading monsters were all destroyed by the light, and then there were giant dragons appearing (about the giant dragon, the minister will give a detailed statement). I went to investigate in person, and together with Viscount Cecil, saw the resurrection of the heroic spirit..."