Chapter 37 Dragon's News

Hearing Gawain's words, Victoria nodded slightly, while Grand Duke Bairdwen raised her eyebrows: "Do I need to avoid it?"

"It doesn't matter," Gawain casually took a glass of red wine from the tray of the attendant passing by, and turned to look at Victoria, "It's about dragons."

"That's really just a rumor," Victoria said lightly, as cold as the wind in the north. If someone didn't know her, they might even find her difficult to approach, "I have already sent someone to investigate, and that day, except for one Except for the drunk, no one saw the so-called giant dragon."

"I'm not talking about that one time, but the hundreds of years in the north," Gawain looked into the duchess's eyes. "How many rumors have there been about giant dragons in the north since my death?"

Victoria's eyebrows rose slightly, and Grand Duke Bairdwen next to her gave her a curious look: "So saying...the so-called 'dragon haunt' story seems to be indeed a 'specialty' of your north?"

"It is true that stories about giant dragons are occasionally circulated in the northern region, and there are even some small groups that worship giant dragons, but that is basically the superstition of mountain people," Victoria shook her head, "The north is mountainous. , there are often snowstorms between the mountains, and the mountain people regard the wind and snow as the roar of the dragon, and the north is bordered by the Holy Dragon Principality. Being influenced by them a lot, it is inevitable that some strange stories will be circulated - but in fact the Wilder family has lived in the north for seven hundred years, and they have never really seen a dragon appear in the sky. Those stories It's just nothing."

"But now a real dragon has appeared and flew right in front of my eyes." Gawain said lightly.

"If there really is a dragon, I'll let you know as soon as possible," Victoria said lightly, and seemed to smile, "I thought you were going to invite me to a dance just now."

"I'll forget it - I'm not good at this, and it's been seven hundred years, and I don't know what modern dance looks like," Gawain shook his head with a smile, and waved his hand, "You can do your own thing, here it is. It's uncomfortable to chat with me, this 700-year-old living fossil, I'll just see for myself."

The expressions of the two dukes were a little stiff at the same time (Victoria was always stiff), and usually these words were said to other juniors or minor nobles at parties. This was the first time someone said it to himself in many years. , it just kind of feels like going back to childhood...

Still can't refute...

Watching the two contemporary dukes leave, Gao Wen sighed slightly in his heart.

Sure enough, it wasn't that easy—he heard the Duke of the North mentioned the rumors of dragons in the meeting just now, and he thought it was an important clue.

Dragons have been away from this continent for too long. For nearly a thousand years, no real dragon sightings have been recorded. For a long time, those powerful creatures are almost mythical to most intelligent races on the continent. For Gawain, who has hung in the sky for many thousands of years, dragons are no strangers.

After witnessing the giant dragon, he sorted out the memories in his mind and counted all the pictures with the giant dragon appearing. After browsing it, he found that basically all the dragons came from the north.

No matter whether the time span in between is a thousand years or ten thousand years, no matter whether the dragons on the continent are one or a group, they all first crossed the mountains in the north, and then entered the hinterland of the continent, and every time a giant dragon appears, they seem to have A clear purpose - they will run straight to the depths of the continent, and leave quickly after doing something, with no intention of traveling.

It's a pity that Gawain's perspective is limited when he is in the sky, and he can only see a small amount of coastlines in some continents and southern regions. He is not even sure where the northernmost part of this continent can spread, so there is no way to guess where those giant dragons came from. Behind the barrier of the northern mountains,

Or from another continent across the sea from farther away.

It's just that he has a feeling that the dragon will definitely appear again.

Gao Wen and his party did not stay in the capital for too long, and left on the third day.

The aid promised by the king will take some time to get in place: the food supplies cannot be taken by land, otherwise half of the food will be consumed by people on the road, and if it is transported by river, it will take half a month for the water level of the Dorgon River on the Plain of the Holy Spirit to rise. That's fine; a team of 100 craftsmen and apprentices also takes time to form, mainly because each association has to elect all the unlucky ones who are out of place and offended by the run, and then choose them. The most unlucky top 100 are registered, which is also a time-consuming process, and it can ensure that these people set off quickly before the grain is loaded on the ship.

Gao Wen couldn't wait for this. He finally got the right to develop what he wanted, and there were a lot of plans in his mind waiting to be implemented, so after getting a lot of documents provided by the king, he couldn't wait to leave the king. All.

When he came, he walked slowly and wandered all the way, but when he went back, he rushed back, wishing he could fly back directly. At this time, Gawain sincerely envied the "teleportation spells" in many fantasy novels he had read. Well, just open the door and get home, why bother?

It's a pity that in this Loren continent, although magic exists, it is not as convenient as in the story. The use of magic by various races basically stays at smashing people with a big fireball or compressing a piece of arcane energy. degree. Magic such as teleportation and space storage are not unrecorded, but basically they are close to legends - for example, the original elves who have long disappeared in the history of the legend have mastered the technology of space teleportation, and some people say that Dragon language magic - the source of many spells in the world - has a description of the space system...

Too bad no one has ever seen it.

On the other side, the Duke of the North, Victoria Wilder, has now returned to her castle in the Northern Territory - Winter Castle.

The duke who guards the four borders of the kingdom cannot leave his territory for a long time. Although the situation in the north is more stable than that in the east, it cannot be without someone to preside over the overall situation, so Victoria Wilde ended her first meeting with Gawain Cecil. He immediately set off and left the Silver Fort, and took the fastest griffin back to his territory first.

Throwing the thick and warm silver fox cloak to the servant, Victoria walked quickly to the depths of the castle.

She sat down in her office, and a woman with black hair and black pupils with an ordinary appearance stepped forward, put a cup of hot tea on her table, and then came behind her and pinched the shoulders of the Duchess skillfully.

"You look tired," the woman said, her voice low and reassuring.

"The Founding Duke has really come back to life, the legendary Gawain Cecil," Victoria whispered, "with the same appearance and the same Sword of the Trailblazers, I dared to use the magic of detecting lies, he said. All things are true.”

The woman who looked like a maid retorted Victoria: "A clever trickster can avoid detecting lies, and even if magic works, it's not always reliable - Thaumaturgy always has a chance problem, you can't rely too much on it ."

Victoria shook her head: "Maggie, I still have my intuition."

"Intuitive..." The woman called Maggie pondered for a while, "Then what are you going to do?"

"The resurrected hero doesn't seem to have any intention of interfering in the kingdom's current power system, he just wants to take away his permanent right to develop," Victoria said indifferently about her experience in the royal capital, "What I care about is his The king's attitude - I thought that the founding duke would attach great importance to the orthodox blood of the Moen family, and even go head-to-head with the current royal family on this issue, but he actually publicly recognized Francis II as the heir of the founding prince . . . I didn't expect it."

"They should have had private contact," Maggie paused in her massage. "You're careless."

"I'm too careless," Victoria frowned, "and now, it's probably even more difficult for His Majesty to control..."

"Do you want to..."

"No," Victoria shook her head, "The Wilder family wants Ansu Yongsheng, not power."

"So you're not going to do anything," Maggie continued, "you're too gentle."

"I don't like the way my parents acted. It's not suitable for this era." Victoria said, her eyes raised involuntarily, and she looked at the wall across the room.

On that wall hangs the family crest of the Wilder family, as well as five portraits-the portraits of the founding monarch Charles I and the four pioneering knights-these portraits can be said to be standard in every noble family in Ansu. .

Next to the portrait of the ancestor of the Wilder family is the portrait of Gawain Cecil, the mighty man in armor and holding the Sword of the Trailblazer, looking into the distance with vicissitudes of eyes, as if that line of sight can penetrate time and space and see into the distance. The future of her was average - this association made Victoria couldn't help but think of the other party's resurrection after seven hundred years, so she couldn't help but tremble slightly.

"Vicky?" Maggie's voice came from behind.

"Put away the portrait of Archduke Cecil," Victoria Wilder said lightly. "It's not appropriate to hang it again."

"Put it away? Can you?"

"...he told me personally, that he was not used to being hung on the wall when he was alive," Victoria's voice became more tired, "he is an elder, or a friend of the ancestor, his words I can't help but listen."

"Okay." Maggie nodded helplessly and walked to the opposite side to put away the portrait.

At this time Victoria said again: "By the way, Maggie, are you a mountain person?"

"Yes."

"Then do you know... the story of dragons? What do you think of them?"

The black-haired and black-eyed woman turned her back to Victoria, she was silent for a moment, and shook her head: "It's just some boring legend."

"But a dragon really appeared in Cecil Land in the south."

"Really?" Maggie reached out and took off the portrait of Gawain Cecil. "That's probably not a good thing."