As for Gwen's third request, Viscount Andrew agreed without hesitation.
Although he did not know why Gwen wanted so many literate people in his territory, he was not interested in it. This was the most insignificant part of the three things in his mind. Although literate people were a minority, it was not difficult to find a group of people who had read books and lived in poverty in the prosperous Tanzania Town. It was easy to get a group of such people from the Chamber of Commerce and the church.
After talking about the three most important things, Gwen casually mentioned the ancient ruins that Viscount Andrew had dug out under his territory. "I know about the ruins."
"I'm afraid I know about the ruins you mentioned." Gawain did not mention the existence of the same ruins in the Gloom Mountain Range. Instead, he used his identity as an ancient to start the conversation. "You know, I was active seven hundred years ago, when the Gondor Empire was still flourishing. According to the history of the empire, the ruins in this area are most likely the 'outpost research stations' of the Gondor Empire left behind during the Starfire Era. Most of them are from the middle to the late Starfire Era."
Viscount Andrew was obviously not an ignorant person (in fact, except for the weirdo Rebecca, there were not many nobles in the kingdom who did not have a good history). He immediately looked surprised. "Isn't it about a thousand years ago? The ancient magic gears in there are still running! "
"Yes, the magic gears in the ancient ruins from a thousand years ago are still working. This is not unimaginable for the Kingdom of Gondor back then. Compared to the magic gears, the fragments of the Eternal Slate sealed in the ruins are more interesting. "Gwen shook his head." Even the Kingdom of Gondor back then was quite concerned about the Eternal Slate. They would not leave such an important 'sacred object' in an abandoned research institute for no reason. "
Viscount Andrew's brows gradually knitted together. He had heard the deep meaning in Gwen's words. After a long time, he said, "I thought I had found a treasure, but now I realize that the Leslie family has been sitting on a volcano for generations …"
Then he looked up at Gwen with an unusually serious expression. "I know what you mean, and I also know that you are the one who knows the Kingdom of Gondor best. I am afraid that no scholar in this era can surpass your knowledge in this aspect. Therefore, I hope to receive your guidance on the matter of the underground ruins. "
Gwen smiled slightly. This was a wise decision. The viscount was obviously not blinded by the possible 'treasure'. Or rather, he was once blinded by it, but after the great change and the truth of the ruins, he had completely calmed down.
A single Eternal Slate had already caused such a ruckus here, and it was very likely that something even more dangerous and terrifying than the Eternal Slate was sealed within the ruins. There was no need for anyone to say this, and at this very moment, everyone standing here could probably guess this.
Oh, Amber, who was standing next to him, might not have thought of it. She was looking at the ceiling, thinking about something, and it was most likely related to dinner.
"I suggest that you be more cautious in exploring the underground palace and corridors, but no matter what you find, it's best to discuss it with me." Gwen nodded. "Of course, you can also temporarily stop exploring in this area, which is a safer choice. In short, those things are in your territory, and you can do whatever you want with them. "
It was now late, and the group simply stayed in the castle that was gradually getting rid of the evil magic. The next morning, Gwen bade farewell to Viscount Andrew and left the place with his men.
Looking at the messengers who were running through the streets of the town, loudly announcing the new orders from the lord's castle, Gwen was slightly relieved.
In the foreseeable future, Viscount Andrew would probably be extremely busy. Under the influence of the evil cultists, unimaginable chaos had accumulated in just a few days, and this chaos was not easy to deal with. The martial law had to be lifted, the big merchants and mine owners had to be appeased, and the people who died in this crisis also needed to be buried … … But there was no need for him to worry about that.
The group left Tanzania Town, and looking back at the town gate that had been reopened, Amber could not help but turn her head and look at Gwen curiously. "You're really decent, that Viscount Andrew is at his weakest, and you were still holding his little life. To be honest, the most insidious nobles would have taken the opportunity to annex the Leslie family's property, but you didn't loot a burning house?"
Gwen looked at Amber and revealed a meaningful smile. "No, you don't understand, I've already looted."
Amber frowned and looked at Gwen for a long time. "You didn't sleep well last night, right? Are you talking nonsense? "
Gwen just smiled and did not explain in detail.
"Let's go back to Gorlin's Mill first," he raised his hand and pointed to the southeast. "Bring the little mute, he saved Byron Knight's life."
Byron Knight looked at Gwen with a slightly moved expression. "Thank you for your kindness. But the child is likely to be the 'property' of a big merchant in Tanzania Town, we'll just take him away … … "
Gwen waved his hand. "I've already mentioned this to Viscount Andrew, he will go find the child's owner and help us redeem the child's freedom. This is a small matter, don't worry about it."
In the dilapidated and abandoned Gorlin's Mill, they saw the mute child again.
The mute child remembered what Gwen told him before he left and stayed in the mill for a day and a night waiting for them to come back. When the two tall figures of Byron and Gwen came out of the woods, the mute child was setting up a small bonfire in the open space in front of the mill. He was seriously roasting an unknown dried fruit that he had picked from the woods.
Seeing Gwen and the rest return safely, the mute child suddenly cheered and ran up happily. He held out his hand in front of Byron Knight and held out a handful of dried fruit that had just been roasted.
"It seems that he likes you very much," Amber looked at the middle-aged Knight with a smile. "He even left you some food."
"I've never been a person that children like." Byron took the dried fruit and scratched his head awkwardly with his other hand. "I don't know what's going on."
Knight Philip thought for a moment and asked Byron very seriously, "I remember you're not married, right?"
"So what if I'm not married?" Byron glanced at Philip. "I'm not like you who has a bunch of girls coming up to you wherever you go … …"
"Being ugly is not a sin, don't worry about it," Philip comforted Byron frankly and seriously and said before the latter jumped up. "Why don't you adopt the child and let him be your heir?"
Byron froze on the spot. "Huh?"
"That's quite reasonable," Philip said with a serious face. "First of all, he saved your life. As a Knight, you can't let him down. Secondly, the child has a lot of good qualities — he's brave, kind, upright, and has a certain amount of wisdom. Although he's very thin and weak now, his physical strength can be made up for through training. Of course, his disability is a problem. Now that regeneration magic has no effect on him, if he wants to enter the noble circle in the future, probably … … "
"All right, all right, all right, don't say that," said Byron, interrupting Philip in the middle of his long speech. "I didn't say no. And before you guys came … I had already thought of this. "
As he spoke, he laughed a little self-deprecatingly. "At that time, I thought that if I survived this time, I would bring the child back to the territory. But at that time, I really didn't expect that I would survive."
After that, he turned to Gwen with a serious face. He was ready to follow the usual procedure of a Knight's adoption and apply to his lord and take the oath again. But before he spoke, Gwen had already smiled and nodded. "I've already allowed it. Why don't you ask the child and see what he thinks? "
"You heard what we said just now, right?" Byron lowered his head and awkwardly adjusted his expression to a more approachable state. He squeezed out a smile and said to the mute child, "I'm willing to adopt you. Are you willing?"
The mute child raised his head and looked at the adults in a daze. He then lowered his head and slowly nodded.
… …
Riding on the few fast horses that were previously tied near the mill, Gwen and the rest took a day to return to the new Cecil's territory downstream of the Whitewater River.
Heidi's and Rebecca's hearts were finally put at ease.
Rebecca was particularly thorough. In fact, Gwen even suspected that this silly girl was not worried about him at all. After hearing that the old ancestor had returned, the first thing this girl did when she rushed over was to tell him the story of the adventure in the castle and the battle with the cultists. At that time, Heti was standing next to her, and her aunt was almost spasming, but she did not feel it. It could only be said that the silly girl's brain was too thick to realize the atmosphere before she was beaten.
But Gwen just smiled at Rebecca's jumpy behavior. Probably in this girl's heart, her legendary ancestor who was resurrected from seven hundred years ago was really omnipotent. She did not need to worry about the cultists at all.
What's more, the super powerful old ancestor had brought along the crystal grenade that she was so proud of.
Speaking of the crystal grenade, Gwen felt that he still had to praise the silly girl. So when he returned to his tent, the first thing he did was to smile and pat Rebecca's head. "Your crystal grenade really played a big role."
"Really?!" Rebecca's eyes suddenly lit up. "You guys used that thing?!"
Gawain smiled and said, "Only one was used, but that one was enough to blow up one of the cultist's arms. That's a level 5 druid we're talking about. "
Of course, there were many specific factors in the process. For example, the cultists were injured at that time, or he did not have time to cast a more powerful protective spell, or he held the explosive by himself … But no matter what, one fact would not change.
Even a child could learn to detonate the crystal grenade, and it could hurt the body of a Level Five Transcendent.
Rebecca cheered loudly, and her cheers could even be heard from far away outside the tent.
Byron and Knight Philip, who were already outside the tent, could not help but look at each other when they heard the viscount's cheers.
"It seems that our young mistress has been praised." Byron smiled. "She's been smiling every day recently."
"She used to be smiling every day too." Philip was expressionless. He just looked down at the little mute beside Byron. "First, take your 'adopted son' to wash up and change his clothes. From today onwards, he's a member of Cecil's territory, and he's also Knight's child. You have to pay attention to your image."
Byron frowned. "Sigh … Who would have thought that at my age, I don't have a wife. Instead, I have to learn how to take care of a child …"
On Gwen's side, after Rebecca and Heti reported the situation in the fief and left, he lowered his head and looked at the two things he had just put on the table.
One was the fragment of the Eternal Slate, and the other … was the Mithril Ring he got from the cultists.
A cultists of the End is actually a big client of the Mithril Vault … Perhaps it's time to contact that 'my'.
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