"This is the fragment of the Eternal Slate?"
Looking at the palm-sized metal fragment in front of him, Gwen could not help but look surprised.
"Yes, the Eternal Slate. I didn't expect it to be like this." Viscount Andrew shook his head weakly. "The fragments of the Eternal Slate were secretly worshipped by the major sects, and the other forces or individuals who could get the fragments would definitely not show it casually. So at first, I didn't know what I had dug up, but soon my people found the remaining text description in the ruins. Only then did I dare to confirm that this metal plate protected by layers of magic devices was the legendary fragment of the Eternal Slate …"
Speaking of this, Viscount Andrew could not help but shake his head and sigh. "Many of the magic devices in the ruins have stopped working, but only the ones used to protect this fragment of the Eternal Slate … Those mechanisms are still working today. In order to get it, I paid a great price, but I didn't expect that after I got it, it was the beginning of an even greater price …"
Gwen could not help but think of a sentence on Earth in his previous life: A man's wealth is his own ruin by causing his own greed.
He picked up the "fragment of the Eternal Slate" (Can this thing really still be called a "slate"?) and found that it was made of metal. He confirmed that it was indeed made of metal. This light gold metal did not belong to any magic conductive material or conventional material that he knew of. It was more like some unknown alloy. The surface of the metal was extremely smooth, as if covered with a thin layer of enamel. Under the "enamel" were complicated and fine patterns. On the back of the metal were some grooves of unknown function. Some of the grooves even had small pieces of crystals embedded in them.
And on the edge of the metal plate, there were neat fractures. The fractures were like some kind of connecting teeth, making the whole fragment a complex geometric structure. Rather than saying that it was "broken" from a whole, Gwen suspected that the so-called Eternal Slate itself was pieced together by a large number of such geometric structures, like some kind of jigsaw puzzle …
It was really interesting.
He looked at the fragment over and over again and said thoughtfully, "It is said that mortals who come into contact with the Eternal Slate will get a revelation from God. Why is it that it has no effect at all when I hold it?"
"Just touching it is useless. You also need to communicate with it with your mental strength," Viscount Andrew said slowly. "But my strength is low. Even if I communicate with it, I can only hear some vague whispers. I can't get any knowledge at all. But if it is you … maybe it is possible to directly gain power. "
Gao Wen nodded, but he didn't intend to use his mental strength to communicate at all.
In fact, he was deeply afraid of this thing.
The Eternal Slate was a legendary item that brought the faith of the gods to the mortal world. The first generation of mortals had come into contact with the Eternal Slate, which was why they created so many religions and gained the power to use divine spells. To the ordinary people of this world, this might be a gift, but Gawain could not help but wonder if this thing had some kind of mind control or brainwashing power. What if his mind was taken over by the spirits of the gods because of a miscommunication? .. Even if it did not take over his mind, he could not afford to hear the gods whispering in his mind every now and then...
"Please take this fragment of the Eternal Slate with you," Viscount Andrew suddenly said. "You can keep it for yourself, or give it to the king, or give it to a church that you believe in and want to be on good terms with."
"Are you sure?" Gwen raised his eyebrows. "You should know the value of this thing. Even if you don't dare to keep it, you can give it to the king or the church in exchange for a lot of benefits."
"I don't want to have anything to do with this thing anymore," Viscount Andrew said, shaking his head vigorously. "Even if I have to give it to someone, I don't want to do it through my own hands. If it weren't for you today, I wouldn't have survived. Please take it as a gift."
Gwen said with a half-smile, "It's hard to tell if it's a gift or a plague."
But even so, he did not hesitate to keep the fragment of the Eternal Slate.
This thing was indeed a ticking time bomb. It could even make a dark organization like the All End Society take risks against a kingdom's noble. However, this thing was also a treasure. It might contain the secrets of the gods, and it might even let Gwen catch a glimpse of the truth of this world. In any case, Gwen could not turn a blind eye to this thing.
Now that the All End Society had just failed, he was sure that no one would have any ideas about this thing for the time being. And it would take time for the news to spread. It would be difficult for outsiders to know that he had the fragment of the Eternal Slate in time. In this relatively safe time, Gwen wanted to study this mysterious fragment.
Gwen's status as a "legend in name" was also a powerful guarantee to keep this fragment. Although Cecil's domain was weak now, but in this era, the name of a legendary champion was often more powerful than a powerful noble's domain. Gwen did not mind borrowing this power.
Of course, he had also considered the hidden dangers of doing so. So if the situation was really critical, he did not mind giving this thing to the king or the church. The knowledge of the gods was indeed precious to some, but it might not be able to be converted into productivity. When the time came, it would be worth it to exchange this sample for other benefits as long as the benefits were enough. But this was definitely a choice that he would make in the most desperate situation.
Pitman and the two Knight, who had gone to the atrium to rescue the people, had also returned to the council hall.
"The power of the cultists has begun to fade from the castle. It's not difficult to remove the magic on those poor people." The old Druil explained how he was able to get rid of the large-scale witchcraft in such a short time. "The two Knight and I have rescued some of them. Then, we asked those who were in better condition to help. With the means of controlling plants, we have dug out all the people buried in the ground. But there are still many who have lost their lives. One-third of them are incurable. Among those who are still alive, many of them have suffered serious mental damage. Some can recover, but some will be muddle-headed forever."
"That's a heavy loss." Gwen looked at Viscount Andrew sympathetically.
Andrew could only smile bitterly and shake his head. "I'm afraid I'll have to spend a lot of money to clean up the aftermath … But I'm still alive, and I'll be able to recover. What I'm most thankful for is that my two sons went to the fief to collect rent a few days ago. Their procrastination saved their own lives. But my little daughter … "
"Your daughter is still alive," Knight Philip said. "But the poor girl has suffered serious mental damage and is now in a state of madness. Perhaps only the gods know if she can recover."
"It's good that she's alive, it's good that she's alive …" Viscount Andrew said with a complicated expression. The once elegant, confident, and proud noble had aged by at least 20 years overnight. His voice was now filled with exhaustion. Although there were many things that could be considered good news, they could not support his severely exhausted body and spirit. But he still tried to raise his head and looked at Gwen who was standing beside him. "In any case, I would like to thank you for your help. The Leslie Family owes you and your Knight a great debt. If you need anything, please do not hesitate to ask."
Obviously, he knew that there was something wrong with giving away the hot slate fragment as a gift …
"Helping each other is a rule that Charlie and I set for the Ansu nobles 700 years ago. Today, I'm just fulfilling what I said back then," Gwen said righteously. "I won't take advantage of this opportunity to loot a burning house. But since we have a chance to talk, maybe we can strengthen our cooperation. "
"Cooperation?" Viscount Andrew repeated the word.
"You should know that the new Cecil Hill is under construction. We are short of all kinds of materials, and most of them are purchased from Tanzania Town." Gwen laughed. "What we lack most at present is magic storage crystals and various magical materials. There are large-scale crystal veins in the Tanzania Mine."
Seeing that Viscount Andrew's expression was a little stiff, Gwen continued, "Don't be nervous, I want to buy them. I just hope that in the future, we can purchase a variety of crystal magical materials from Tanzania Town at a discounted price. We don't ask for quality, even the lowest grade of magic storage crystals. We only ask that the quantity is enough. You don't have to worry about losing anything. You have to know that we have a huge shortage of resources. The amount of crystals purchased by New Cecil will definitely swallow up a large portion of your crystal production. Even if the price is a little lower, the profits you will earn will still exceed the cost of transporting the crystals to other territories and finding a market for them yourself. If you agree, I will send someone to discuss the specific price after you have recovered a little. "
Viscount Andrew relaxed and nodded slightly as he listened. He began to recognize that this was a win-win idea. Cecil Hill could get a lot of cheap main magical materials, and Tanzania Town did not have to worry about the sales of crystals. They could also quickly raise money to repair the castle and deal with the aftermath of the incident.
As for how the poor Cecil family suddenly became rich and started to mint coins recently … Viscount Andrew did not want to know at all.
Regardless of whether they found a gold mine in the Dark Mountain Range or whether the ancestor from seven hundred years ago dug out his real coffin, it had nothing to do with him. As a viscount of the border with a flexible mind, Andrew Leslie had always been very open-minded and could grasp the part that was really beneficial to him.
In fact, he guessed part of it right: Gwen did dig out the coffin capital, but what he dug out was the coffin capital of the entire Ansu Kingdom.
Seeing that Viscount Andrew nodded, Gwen continued, "Second, population. I hope you can help me spread the news that Cecil Hill is taking in refugees. If you have refugees here and you don't want them, you can also send them to my side. In short, no matter what kind of surplus population, as long as they are not criminals, I want them. In this regard, I will not ask for a specific number. Just do what you can. "
This time, Viscount Andrew nodded even more happily. He did not think that there was any problem in transporting people to Cecil Hill. In fact, this was a good opportunity for him to get rid of the "useless population" in his territory. After all, there were too many homeless people piling up in the slums, and they could not produce any value.
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