After Heidi finished speaking, almost everyone present subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva.
Except for Betty — the little girl did not understand at all.
Rebecca could not help but think of the monsters in the Destruction Family's territory. Those monsters were the product of the Demonic Wave. Before this, she had thought that those monsters wandered from the Gondor wasteland, passed through the Great Wall, and invaded Ansu. After all, Cecil's territory was located at the southern border of Ansu, very close to the Gondor wasteland. If there was a problem with one of the sentinel towers, causing a hole in the Great Wall, then it was conceivable that some monsters would escape.
But now, Rebecca could not help but think of a worse possibility. What if those monsters did not come from the Gondor wasteland, but were naturally born in Cecil's territory?
What if those monsters … meant a new Demonic Wave?
"This … Aren't we a little too nervous?" Amber was the first to break the silence. The half-elf forced a smile and pointed at the notebook in Heti's hand. "It's just a diary left by a rogue wizard, and the content is unclear. Are you going to link it to the Demonic Wave?"
Gwen did not refute her. Instead, he nodded and said, "Well, maybe I'm too nervous."
After all, it was just a random analysis based on the inherited memories in his mind. Although it was really cool to recite the historical events from 700 years ago in one go, he himself felt that it was a little sensational after reciting them.
"That's right." Amber saw Gwen nodding and immediately breathed a sigh of relief. "You've been dead for 700 years, and your brain still hasn't figured it out. I know you've experienced the Demonic Wave, and it's probably because the trauma was too … Ouch!"
Rebecca knocked the half-elf's head with her wand and glared at her. "Don't be rude to the ancestor!"
Gwen looked at Rebecca's magic staff with a strange expression. He thought to himself, 'Why didn't this little girl feel rude when she was beating up the ancestor with the "Rest in Peace Staff Technique" not long ago …'
"No matter how credible these things are, when we reach Saint Sunil, we have to report to His Majesty," Heti said as she returned the notebook to Gwen. "As for how much the king will believe … that is not something we can influence."
Gwen silently put away the notes, suppressing all kinds of complicated thoughts in the bottom of his heart.
Then, he raised his head and looked at the huge "sun" in the sky.
There was no canopy above the clearing in the forest. The sky was wide open, and a huge sun had risen to the highest point of the day. The huge and oppressive crown of light was bringing light and heat to the world, as well as the power of magic.
Perhaps it was this last element that brought the laws of nature to this world that were completely different from those on Earth.
Gwen's eyes wandered on the surface of the huge sun. Those faint patterns should be the storms on the surface of the gas giant. He tried to find those unknown dark red patterns, but in the end, he found nothing. Those patterns were probably really just a flash in the pan, and they had all disappeared at this moment.
However, the sense of urgency in Gwen's heart did not disappear. He just temporarily suppressed it in the bottom of his heart and silently planned the path to take in the future.
First, he would establish a foothold in this world. Although it was just an old family that had fallen … it was better to have a starting point than to transmigrate to the wilderness.
After passing through the dense forest, the journey seemed to be much smoother. Probably the law of conservation of moral integrity really existed, the group did not encounter any monsters or strange 'natural phenomena' anymore. They smoothly stepped on the official road and also smoothly met a small caravan halfway. After paying enough money, Gwen and his group finally got rid of the dilemma of crossing the mountains by foot and were able to sit in the caravan's carriage to Tanzania Town.
The caravan's boss was a fat northerner who came from the rich land of the kingdom to the southern border to do business in selling local specialties and herbs. It was said that he originally planned to go to Cecil's territory to do the last transaction, but halfway through, he heard of the terrible disaster in Cecil's territory, so he had to turn back halfway. At first, the fat merchant was still a little wary and conflicted with the murderous intent of Gawain and the others. However, in the end, Heidi persuaded the cautious merchant caravan owner with two pieces of gold. She even made the merchant caravan owner give up his carriage.
Gold was indeed the most eloquent commercial negotiator (Surefire).
On the seventh day after leaving Cecil's territory, the gate of Tanzania Town finally appeared in front of everyone.
This was the first time Gwen had close contact with a human town in this world. Of course, when he first left Cecil's territory, he climbed up the mountain to take a look at his nominal manor property, but at that time, the entire Cecil's territory had been stirred into ruins by the violent elemental forces, and a blue dragon appeared out of nowhere and sprayed salt soda into an abstract painting, so he really could not see the local customs, and the Tanzania Town in front of him, to be honest, did not give him a very good feeling.
It could even be said that he was a little disappointed.
Tanzania Town was very large — this was what Rebecca said. Probably because it was located in the plains, fertile land, and close to the river, this place was one of the most populous towns in the southern region, with nearly ten thousand people living in this triangular flat land. The Whitewater River came from the west and divided into two in front of Tanzania Town, flowing from the north and south sides of the town. It irrigated a large area of farmland near the town, and at the same time, it was the lifeline of the town's traffic. In the east of the town, there was a mine, and that mine was the town's most important source of income.
But it was such a place with fertile farmland, a mine, and a river that could be used as a navigation route, no matter how one looked at it, it was a place with good feng shui. After entering the town, what Gwen saw the most were sallow and emaciated civilians, as well as countless low and shabby wooden houses, and the dirty streets that emitted all kinds of smells.
Because the civilization of this world was far from being developed to the point where humans could crush nature, and all kinds of monsters and beasts were kept in zoos, coupled with the frequent conflicts in the border area, the entire town was protected by a low wall, and the dilapidated civilian areas were piled up inside the wall, like layers upon layers of moss and rotten sores. Those dilapidated houses had no beauty to speak of, and at best, could only serve as a shelter from the wind and rain. From the city gate to the center of the town, there was a wide road, but the scenery on the road was not much better.
Gawain sat in the carriage of the caravan and looked at the scenery on the streets outside. He saw the poor people in short sleeves walking on both sides of the street. Only a small number of them were wearing shoes, while the rest were mostly tied up with rags. There were also poor people who couldn't even afford to tie up rags mixed in with them. Those walking in the middle of the street were clearly dressed in much cleaner clothes and had shoes on their feet.
They did not communicate with each other, and there was no conflict. They just quietly walked their own path, as if they were separated by a world.
They lived in the same town and walked on the same road, but they were like people from two different worlds.
Gwen searched Cecil's memory, but found that there was not much to refer to in this part: Gwen Cecil was born in the glorious Kingdom of Gondor, and he grew up in a rich place, which did not have such scenery at that time. Later, when the demonic tide broke out in Gondor, Cecil led the people to fight a bloody path to the north. Along the way, everyone shared weal and woe, and there was no distinction between the rich and the poor. Then, when the Ansu was established, the pioneers built a kingdom on a wasteland, and everything started from scratch. Even the founding dukes and the king himself had the experience of putting down their swords to work in the fields, so how could they see this scene?
And then … and then Gwen Cecil died on the southern border. The hero who died young at the age of 35 did not live to see the day when the country he founded was divided between the rich and the poor.
Therefore, he could only seek advice from "his descendant" and ask about the rules of the road.
"Those who walk on both sides of the road are serfs, and slave workers in the mines," Heti explained. "There are also poor freemen in the peripheral areas, who are not allowed to walk on the road because they can't donate money when they are cultivating. Those who walk in the middle of the road are decent 'citizens', and there are also merchants or mercenaries from the outside. These people can pay all kinds of taxes, and can walk in the middle of the road. "
Gwen remembered that when the caravan entered the gate, the fat merchant gave a few coins to the gatekeeper — it must be the tax to enter the city.
Then he remembered the soldier who had been buried in the forest — the son of the serf.
He could pick up his sword and die for the lord because of Rebecca's mercy, but even if he died for the lord, he was not allowed to be buried in the warrior's way because he had not redeemed himself, and he had not even redeemed his sword.
"Ancestor, is there a problem?" Heti noticed the uncertain expression on Gwen's face and asked with some doubts.
Gwen withdrew his gaze from the outside of the carriage and shook his head slightly. "No, there's no problem."
He just instinctively felt conflicted about these things with the mentality of a transmigrator, but now was not the time for him to criticize and 'correct' it.
Because he did not know enough about this world.
After a short thought, he looked at Heti and asked, "What are you going to do next?"
Heti obviously had a plan. "Let's go to the lord here first. Viscount Andrew is a relatively easy person to talk to. It should be easier to contact Knight Philip through him. If everything goes well with Knight Philip, we can find the people who broke out of the siege that day. Then we'll see if we can settle the people here first or go directly to the Captical. What happened in Cecil's territory is not something that can be solved by one or two messengers. Rebecca has to meet the king personally to explain the situation. "
Gwen felt that there was no problem (mainly because he really could not think of any suggestions as an 'ancestor' who had a 700-year gap with modern people). "Then let's do that first."
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