The mausoleum of the Duke of the Northern Territory, Modiel Werde, was just a cenotaph. There were no remains of his ancestors in it. As Victoria said, it was not a strictly guarded secret, but it was not something that should be made public either.
No one would be bored (or stupid) enough to casually talk about the mausoleum of the ancestors of the Duke of the Four Territories, and people would not pay attention to such things that were destined to have little to do with the lives of ordinary people. Whether it was the old Ansu era or the new Imperial era, there were always countless secrets and legends hidden deep in the thick curtain of the royal family and the upper echelons of the big families.
But Amber was obviously not one of the "ordinary people" who was indifferent to such things. After hearing Victoria's reply, she did not immediately answer the other's further questions. Instead, she touched her chin thoughtfully and said, "It's really a cenotaph …"
Victoria quietly looked at Amber and said, "It seems that you've investigated it."
"Err … Just a little bit." Amber suddenly waved her hand nervously. "You know, it's my duty … There are rumors that Duke Modiel Werde was not buried in the family cemetery 600 years ago. He left the Ansu in the last adventure of his life and disappeared into the depths of the vast world … But I've only heard of this rumor. You know, in intelligence work, inaccurate information can only be used as a reference. His Majesty asked me to confirm this matter with you, so I still have to confirm it with you … "
Victoria did not pay attention to what Amber was mumbling about. She wore her usual cold expression and slowly spoke after Amber's voice trailed off. "The rumor is true — the ancestor of the family, Modir, did not rest in peace in the catacombs of Winter Fort Academy. According to the family records, he went on the last adventure of his life at the age of 70 and disappeared in that adventure. The great adventurer eventually went far on the road of adventure. As a noble, there were many controversies about him, but as a member of the Werde family, many of his achievements in the adventure made us proud. "
"Disappeared … In this case, the 'great adventurer Modiel' who emerged from Tarlonde is even more 'highly suspected'," Amber said softly as if she was talking to herself. Her occupational habit of coordinating intelligence work gradually kicked in, and she finally ignored Victoria's cold and oppressive aura. She subconsciously asked, "Where did he go on his last adventure? Are there any clues? "
"There's no clear record. Modiel Werde made his own plans for every adventure, and he was a person who never did things according to the plan." Victoria shook her head gently. "Only when he returned from an adventure could people sort out where he went and what he did from the notes he brought back. and what he did. his last adventure … he did not return.
"Of course, after his disappearance, the Werde family and the royal family of Ansu also put in a lot of effort to find clues, and they more or less got some results. According to the family records, the last sighting record of Modiel Werde's last adventure was near the border between the mossy forest and the old Ansu. Some travelers saw him continue to go north. "
"North … If you go further north from the mossy forest, there are only the northern city-states and the cold coastline … It's unlikely that he went to Tarlonde again. There are no corresponding records on the Dragons' side." Amber muttered to herself as she pondered. Her gaze involuntarily drifted to the large map hanging on the opposite wall of the office. Her gaze swept across the Loren Continent out of habit, but before she retracted her gaze, she suddenly noticed a country that had rarely appeared in the eyes of the Loren people before. Recently, due to the focus of her work, she had frequently paid attention to a country that rarely appeared in the eyes of the Lorens.
North of the mossy forest was not only the northern city-states and Tarlonde across the sea, but also a hermit kingdom surrounded by the northern sea, a mysterious giant island ruled by mages — the Violet Kingdom.
"Violet …" Hu Po mumbled to himself subconsciously, "Could it be that she's still connected to that side …"
"It seems that you have thought of something." Victoria's voice came from the other side of the magic network terminal, interrupting Amber's muttering. "I heard you mention the Violet Kingdom."
"Do you think it's possible that Modiel Werde went to the Violet Kingdom 600 years ago?" Amber raised her head and looked at the Grand Duke of the North with a serious face. When the face of the Shame of All Things became serious, even Victoria felt a little shocked. "And what happened there that made him so 'unusual'?"
"Reason?" Victoria looked at Amber with a blank expression. "As the head of intelligence, you shouldn't be making such a wild guess."
"Of course, there is a reason." Amber straightened her chest. "First of all, the Violet Kingdom is a country of mages. It is one of the most sacred places in the minds of all mages, and Modiel Werde is a mage. No matter what kind of halo he has, he is still a mage.
"Secondly, Modiel Werde is an adventurer. Mysterious and unknown territories have a fatal attraction to him. In this world, other than Tarlund, there is no place with more secrets than the Violet Kingdom. For Modiel, who has traveled all over the known world, that place is almost the 'last piece of the puzzle of the world' in his mind. As a great adventurer, there is no reason for him not to go there.
"Secondly, in order to keep its secrets, the Violet Kingdom is good at using unimaginable memory erasing technology. This may point to the symptoms of memory loss that the great adventurer, Tarlonde, showed. He may have tried to resist the 'memory erasing' imposed on himself, but it caused his memory and mind to be in a mess …"
At this point, Amber deliberately paused to make her expression more serious. "Finally, and the most important reason — intuition. My intuition told me to keep an eye on the Violet Kingdom. You know, I am the Chosen One of the Shadow Goddess. Don't you believe in the intuition of the Chosen One? "
Victoria did not speak when Amber began to list the reasons. Her expression was cold and indifferent, but there was a look of serious listening in the depths of her eyes. When Amber's voice trailed off, she said in a low voice, "Your three reasons are valid … I am convinced, and maybe I can add a fourth reason for you."
"I said four reasons …" Amber could not help but murmur. However, Victoria's serious look instantly made her swallow the murmur in her throat. "What's the fourth reason?"
"The Violet Kingdom's system of sending out traveling scholars and selecting apprentices, their attention and influence on the magic system of the Lolun Continent — all started about 600 years ago," Victoria said in a low voice. Her words were like the frozen ice of the North that would not melt for thousands of years. "Almost at the same time as the disappearance of Modiel Werde."
Amber was stunned. After a moment, she opened her mouth and said, "… Oh …"
"Now, it's your turn to answer my question, Miss Amber." Victoria quietly looked at Amber for a few seconds and said in a cold voice, "I want to know more about the 'adventurer' who appeared in Tarlonde. This will help me to further compare with the information in the family records."
"Oh, oh, of course." Amber suddenly woke up and nodded quickly. "First of all, this matter starts from when the adventurer, who is suspected to be your ancestor, bought a ticket at the North Harbor …"
…
In the incubation room, the two hungry Young Dragons finally had their first meal. Under the command of Betty, the strong attendants brought in two large bowls of freshly cut meat and two cans of water (and a large amount of soft bedding for the Young Dragons as a temporary nest). The serious conversation between Gwen, Melita, and Enya was temporarily interrupted. The elated Young Dragons attracted everyone's attention in the room.
When the two little guys, whose scales had not fully hardened, smelled the food, they threw away the eggshells that they had been playing with for a long time and rushed to the wooden bowls of fresh meat. Gwen was surprised to see the cubs, who were at the top of the mortal races, pouncing on the two bowls of raw meat. Then, he was even more surprised to see them quickly pick up the slices of meat and throw them into the air. The little Young Dragons raised their necks, and bright red flames spewed out of their throats. The slices of meat were quickly roasted in the high temperature until they were half-cooked, and then they fell into the mouths of the Young Dragons.
Sometimes, when they encountered a larger piece of meat, it was difficult to roast it evenly in one breath. They would even throw a few more slices into the air to roast the meat thoroughly.
The Young Dragons' eating process was obviously much more delicate and complicated than Gwen had imagined.
"This is really … eye-opening." Gwen, who had been watching dumbfounded for a long time, finally could not help but mutter, "They actually know that the meat needs to be roasted as soon as they are born …"
"For humans who can't ignite fire by instinct, roasting food before eating is a complicated and high-end way of eating. It's an important step in the history of civilization. But for Dragons who are born to create high-temperature flames, roasting food is just an instinctive action. It's even similar to the 'chewing' action of humans." En Ya's soft and slightly smiling voice came from the eggshell as she patiently explained, "This is the difference brought about by the 'physical talent' in the process of biological evolution."
"… That's quite reasonable." Gwen's expression froze for a moment as he muttered in a low voice. At the same time, he was a little emotional. A former god was here to talk to him about science and guide him to use scientific thinking to explain the behavioral patterns behind extraordinary creatures. Why does this feel so weird …
"They will probably ask for more food after eating this meat, but don't feed them anymore. The next meal has to wait at least four hours." While Gwen was muttering, En Ya's voice came from the side again. "This food is just right. Young Dragons can't control their appetite well in the first week of life. Feeding them too much food will make them bloated. But you can feed them more water. It's okay. "
"They won't starve, right?" Melita asked a little worriedly. "I heard that the cubs get hungry very easily. Can they really eat enough?"
"Don't worry, they won't starve. Unless they are so hungry that they start to try to eat their own eggshells, you don't have to worry about their nutrition not keeping up," En Ya explained with a smile. "By the way, the eggshells must be kept, at least until the Young Dragon is one year old. During this period, the eggshells are their best toys and teeth-grinding tools, and also a prop for them to sleep peacefully. They will choose the larger eggshell fragments to use as pillows.
"But the skin and scales of the Young Dragon are still very fragile. Be careful not to scratch them with the sharper eggshell fragments. Polishing the eggshells that don't fit well is an important step in taking care of the Young Dragon."
Gwen nodded as he listened. "Oh, don't worry, I'll arrange for someone to —"
"I meant for Melita," En Ya interrupted before Gwen could finish. Her attention was on Melita. "Polishing the eggshells of the Young Dragon and finding a place to sleep is the responsibility of a novice mother. In more ancient times, this was a skill that Dragons who used the ancient method of hatching eggs must master. And after seeing the adult polishing the eggshells for her, the Young Dragon will trust and rely on you more.
"Remember to leave a few pieces of eggshells for Noretta to polish. Otherwise, the Young Dragon will not recognize her 'other mother'."
Melita nodded as she listened. In the end, she could not help but sigh. "So taking care of the Young Dragon is such a learned thing … I didn't know before …"
Gwen was also listening with a sigh. He felt that he had gained a lot of useless knowledge in just a short while. But if he had to say, the knowledge of taking care of the Young Dragon would be invaluable to some scholars who were obsessed with studying the Giant Dragon. After all, they could develop 17 or 18 schools of thought by making up stories and supporting each other when the Giant Dragon was in seclusion. But now, the knowledge he heard was from the mouth of the Dragon God …
Among other things, this was at least more reliable than the 'Draconic Essentials'.
Some random thoughts flashed across Gawain's mind. At the same time, Enya heaved a sigh of relief after seeing that the baby dragon was able to eat successfully. She shifted her attention back to the topic that they were discussing earlier.
"According to your description of Modiel Werde's state … he does show some characteristics similar to that of the undead."
Melita said instinctively, "But Chief Helagol has confirmed that Modiel is indeed a living person …"
En Ya interrupted her with a faint smile. "The body is alive. What about the soul?"
Melita instantly quieted down. She and Gwen widened their eyes slightly.
"There is no difference between life and death in the soul, but it will enter the stage of life and death. For the mortal race, it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye. But it is not impossible to distinguish. Helagol probably did not take it seriously enough," En Ya said slowly. "Modiel Werde is probably a living person, but this does not mean that he has not 'died once' or 'died halfway' …"
Melita was stunned for a long time before she finally took a breath and said in a low voice, "Chief Andal did say that they guessed that Modiel Werde was in a 'state of neither life nor death' …"
"You need to send someone to confirm it in person. At least confirm his identity first," En Ya said. Her 'gaze' seemed to have fallen on Gwen. "I can't return to Tarlonde now, and it is inconvenient for me to contact the other Dragons. I still need you to do this."
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