Gwen and Amber left, leaving only the grandfather and granddaughter who were separated by 600 years in the parlor. Modir stared at the door for a long time before he finally retracted his gaze, and the excitement on his face faded.
The old mage sat on the chair as if he was trying his best to sit upright and not show any emotion on his face. However, compared to his great-granddaughter who was born with facial paralysis, his forced facial paralysis was still lacking. The old man adjusted his expression for a long time, but in the end, he couldn't stop the corner of his mouth from curling up.
"You look very happy." Victoria's slightly cold voice came from the side. She had been paying attention to the changes in her ancestor's expression since just now, and now she could not help but break the silence. She had expected Modir to be very happy after seeing Gwen, but she obviously did not expect him to be so happy.
"Of course!" Modir immediately replied, no longer hiding the smile on his face. "That's Gwen Cecil! The founder of the kingdom, the pioneer in the wilderness! I never thought that I would see him with my own eyes one day — a living legendary hero in the real world! Don't you feel excited to see such a person? "
"… When I first saw him, I was really excited." Victoria recalled her first contact with Gwen, and then the series of trade and exchanges between the Ansu royal family and the Southern Territory. She recalled the impressive economic and diplomatic skills of the living ancestor. The Duchess of the Northern Territory, who had almost lost all her dowry money, was in a subtle mood. "… After that, I only felt pressure. He's a very scary person. Of course, I think that's a compliment. "
Modir looked at Victoria, and his expression became serious. He said earnestly, "It's normal to feel pressure when working in the government office. You can't have bad thoughts about His Majesty because of this …"
The corner of Victoria's mouth stiffened for a moment, but she could not explain. She could only lower her head to express her acceptance. "You're right to remind me. I can't always complain because of pressure …"
As she spoke, she couldn't help but think of a lady's face. Princess Royal Heti and her skillful dark circles appeared in her mind. Suddenly, she felt that there was no pressure on her.
Modir seemed to have thought of something. This great adventurer's gaze landed on Victoria. After a few seconds of staring, the old man suddenly said in a deep voice, "When you met His Majesty, you acted very familiar. His Majesty's attitude towards you was also very cordial."
Victoria was stunned for a moment and quickly responded, "This … I'm a relatively high-ranking official in the government office, so I've met His Majesty a few times. As for His Majesty … he has always been kind to people."
Modir smiled. He shook his head and said slowly with a knowing but unconcerned tone, "I know there are some things you can't tell me. I've been troubling you these days. Don't worry, I've put a lot of psychological cues and spiritual restrictions on myself. I won't think about some things, won't guess, and won't take the initiative to ask. I'm not a stubborn old man who doesn't know right from wrong. You can rest assured about that. "
At this, the great adventurer sighed softly, but there was still a smile on his face. "I only hope that one day in the future, I can lift the 'curse' on myself. When that time comes … I want to hear you tell me personally who you are, and who I am."
Victoria stared at her ancestor. After a long time, her expression became serious. "Please don't worry. That day is definitely not far away — because His Majesty has come in person."
…
Bright magical light emanated from the crystal, dispelling the darkness in the room under the arctic night. Gwen walked into the suite that was specially arranged for him. He glanced around casually.
The living room was spacious. The carefully polished stone floor was covered with a soft carpet. There were tables, chairs, sofas, and shelves. Not far away, there were two doors that led to other rooms. On the opposite wall, there was a hanging golden-red tapestry and a crystal sheet hanging from the ceiling for decoration. On the edge of the sheet and the surface of the tapestry, there were exquisite patterns that glowed with a metallic texture under the light.
This should be the best accommodation that Tarlonde could find today. Many of the furnishings in the room were obviously from before the "coming-of-age ceremony". Gwen could see the distinctive style of Tarlonde's extremely complex and luxurious style from the objects, and these things were obviously not produced by the Dragons of today.
The dragons had abandoned the extravagant and wasteful way of life of the past, but the remnants of the past glory excavated from the ruins still had to be put to good use. Hence, the magnificent fragments of the past and the crude buildings of the present age of the wastelands were combined. In this land that was undergoing a rebirth, such wondrous sights could be seen everywhere.
Hu Po followed Gawain into the living room. As soon as she entered, her eyes widened and she looked around curiously. After the dragon attendant politely left, she immediately ran to the shelf against the wall not far away. She was surprised to see a cylindrical display placed there. She even patted it twice with her hand. "Hey, I remember this thing. But I remember that it can make sounds?" she exclaimed.
"The premise is that it has to be connected to the Omega network. Now similar objects have become simple decorations like this, or materials in the recycling yard." Gwen shook his head and came to the coffee table in the middle of the living room. The coffee table was made of some kind of silver-gray industrial synthetic material, with irregular geometric edges and transparent lines inlaid on its surface. Delicate patterns and reliefs could be seen on its side. It had a typical "old Tarlonde" atmosphere. Gwen guessed that the transparent lines on its surface might have been some kind of ambient light, and the tabletop was probably integrated with a smart networked display. But now, it had returned to the most essential function of furniture. Except for being sturdy and stable, it was no different from a carefully carved stone.
The changes of the world were hidden in the gaps of these details.
"Okay, stop studying. Those disconnected devices won't respond to you like before." Gwen looked at Amber, who was looking around not far away. He finally could not help but say, "Let's talk about business first."
It was only then that Hu Po reluctantly put down the dragon items that she deemed as "valuable" and turned to the coffee table in front of Gawain. After throwing herself into the soft and comfortable sofa, Hu Po stretched herself and then knocked on the coffee table. As an invisible breeze blew across the table, the fog-like sand was swept up by a cyclone and became clear in front of Gawain. It undulated on the surface of the silver-gray coffee table like a cloud of dust.
Gawain was stunned by the opponent's smooth operation. He raised his head and looked at the Shame of the Alliance, who was gloating, and said with a surprised tone, "You're already so familiar with the operation? You look like you've been practicing for a decade. "
"I found that I can control the sand very easily, and the trick to control it seems to be imprinted in my mind," Amber said casually. There was no modesty in her voice. "I don't know how the sand works, but controlling it seems to be an instinct. When the right time comes, the way to use it will naturally appear in my mind …"
Gwen frowned and muttered with a serious face, "A set of fake sand with a set of authentic instruction manual …"
Amber did not hear him clearly. "Huh? What did you say? "
"No, it's nothing." Gawain waved his hand. His eyes fell on the 'dust mist' that was rising and rolling on the surface of the coffee table. "When you stripped the sand from Modir … was it also this' instinct 'that told you what to do?"
"Yes." Amber nodded. She then pinched her chin and thought for a while. "I noticed some 'essence' of the sand from Modir. It seems to have replaced Modir's original 'half' and is maintaining the survival of the great adventurer. So I dared not strip too much of the shadowy sand from him, let alone point out the existence of the sand in front of him. What if the old man suddenly realizes that half of his body is gone and falls down in a fit of excitement? I can't beat Victoria … "
"Then is the sand you removed from his body okay?" Gwen asked a little worriedly. "If it's really the sand that's maintaining Modir's survival to this day …"
"No problem. This is just a small part. Without it, it won't affect the operation of the remaining sand." Amber shook her head before Gwen could finish. "I can feel the 'critical point' that maintains Modir's survival, although I don't know how to explain to you where this' feeling 'comes from …"
"Then there's no need to explain." Gwen waved his hand and pointed to the swirling sand on the coffee table. "Let's talk about the sand first. You got them out of Modir, but how do we know the secret hidden in the sand? They can't talk. "
For a moment, Hu Po did not speak. She just stared at the dancing sand in a daze. She seemed to be thinking and sensing something. After a long time, she suddenly whispered, "The sand does not know how to speak … but the sand has witnessed the things that happened in the past …"
As she spoke, she slowly raised her hand and placed it on top of the sand.
The swirling "sand mist" on the surface of the tea table suddenly stopped flowing. Under Gawain's astonished gaze, it came to a complete stop and only resumed flowing a few seconds later. But this time, it was no longer in an irregular state. Instead, it kept rolling and piling up, slowly forming a three-dimensional image on the surface of the tea table.
Gawain was dumbfounded. "This is …"
"It may be Modir's memory, or it may be the memory of the sand, or it may be something seen by a pair of third party eyes," Amber whispered. Her voice seemed to be trembling. Gwen instinctively looked back and found that she had changed into another form. Her long black hair fluttered in the air as if gravity had been lifted, her Amber pupils emitted a pale golden light. She was surrounded by a cloud-like shadow power, so much so that her temperament had changed dramatically. But she did not seem to notice it. She just continued, "What you are going to see next is not something I control. I am just guiding the sand to release their 'records.' As for what they have recorded … I don't know."
As she spoke, Gwen saw that the sand on the coffee table had condensed into a clearer form. He saw a pillar-like structure suddenly rising from the sea of sand. Many crisscrossing lines and arches extended from the pillars. He saw that there seemed to be a larger, blurry structure outside the pillars, but it could not be fully shown due to the size of the sand. When the pillars and arches formed, he saw a figure suddenly bulging in the middle of the scene. The figure was formed by the grayish-white sand. His face was blurry, and he could only see that he was wearing something like a robe or a cloak. He looked like he had just gone through a long and arduous journey … or was still on the way.
Gwen and Amber could not see the face of the figure, but they almost instantly guessed the identity of the figure based on their intuition.
"This is Modir!" Amber said with her eyes wide open. "This is the memory of Modir Werde!"
Gwen was also a little excited, but soon he found that there was a new change in the scene. "Wait, there's something else!"
Before his voice trailed off, a small cyclone blew in the sand stage, and in front of Modir, who was in the middle of the scene, two new figures suddenly emerged!
"This is …" Amber's eyes widened. While maintaining the guidance of the shadowy sand, she looked at the changes in the scene in surprise. "Theoretically, this should be the last memory of Modir Werde before the 'split'. How did two people suddenly appear?"
A strange thought popped up in Gwen's mind. Could it be that Modir Werde was split up by these two?
The scene formed by the sand continued to change. Gwen quickly threw these uncontrollable thoughts out of his mind. He looked at the center of the "stage" and saw that the Modir formed by the sand seemed to be communicating with the two figures in front of him. He could not hear anything, only the physical movements of the two parties. Judging from their movements, the two parties did not seem to be in conflict.
"I thought they would fight," Amber suddenly said. "When I saw it, I thought Modir was split up by those two. I was ready to watch a thriller."
Gwen was speechless.
He was embarrassed to admit that his thoughts just now overlapped with the shame of the alliance. His expression was a little stiff, so he forced himself to change the subject. "I can't see the two figures clearly …"
"Yeah, it's blurry." Amber's eyes widened as she carefully stared at the scene formed by the gray sand. "The one in front is Modir, I can confirm that. Even if I can't see it clearly, I can feel it. But the two behind are really hard to tell … I can't feel their breath …"
"Can it be clearer?" Gwen could not help but look at Amber. "Like adjusting the projection focus or something …"
"I'm not a magic net terminal! There's no focal length to adjust! " Amber immediately clenched his teeth and rejected Gawain's request on the spot. "Furthermore, this is made of sand. No matter how fine it is, it can't be scaled. After all, the scene is only this big, and it can't be scaled.
"Modir's resolution is not good …" Gwen could not help but sigh. But his eyes were more serious as he stared at the two figures that appeared in front of Modir, trying to distinguish the clues from the blurry sand. And under such careful observation, he finally found something. "These two look to be women. Look at their clothes … Hmm? Wait! Amber, look, don't they look a little like elves? "
(End of Chapter)
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