To be honest, Gawain was not surprised to find some strange and mutated versions in the process of searching for biographies of his life. Seven hundred years of change was enough for scholars with rich imaginations to make any ancient figure strange. Gawain Cecil was a gold-plated figure known throughout the continent. The thirty-five years of legendary life of this pioneering hero could be said to be an everlasting topic among people of all social classes. There was a saying that went — where could one find such a good topic to write about, a man with great achievements and fame died early?
At this time, Gwen was even a little glad that this world was backward. He was glad that the cultural industry of this world was not explosive because it was in the hands of the upper class. If this place was as developed as Earth, he could see the portraits of the pioneers from seven hundred years ago being hung in the game store one by one. Charles the First would be given a gift when he logged in, Duke Werder would have to sign in for seven days, and Gwen Cecil would be the first gift pack …
Every month, this group of people would produce new skins. His two granddaughters would most likely spend their entire family's money to lick the new skin of their ancestors. As for him, the person who had uncovered the coffin and risen from the ashes, he would be in an awkward position of more than 200 plus signs throughout the entire process. He wished that he could destroy his entire family …
Gwen slapped his forehead hard and forcibly pulled back his thoughts that had begun to run wild. He sighed and looked at the "popular book" full of absurd arrangements in front of him. Everyone knew that the stories in this book were fake, but it was the favorite pastime of the ladies in the central and southern parts of the kingdom. This fully proved the vitality of popular literature and how boring the daily life of people in this era was.
But as the person involved, Gwen saw some hidden truths in the fabricated love stories — not all of the stories in this book were fake.
Apart from the confidantes who worked hard to get into the book, there were many adventure stories related to Gwen Cecil. These adventure stories did not appear in any of the official biographies. When outsiders saw them, they would probably categorize them and the confidantes as the wild imagination of some second-rate novelist. But Gwen knew that at least half of these unknown adventures were true.
Searching the ruins of ancient tombs in the Gondor wasteland and finding clues of the elemental spirits; leading a few soldiers to find a safe passage when crossing the "Magic Scorch" and accidentally discovering the crystallized Gondor Magician Legion; going deep into the mountains when Cecil was still in the early stages of development, communicating with the elemental spirits and receiving blessings …
These were the other side of Gwen Cecil as a pioneer. From these experiences, one could see that he was indeed living like a cheat. Of course, whether he was a cheat or not was not important. What was important was that these unknown stories actually appeared in an absurd Knight's novel. This was thought-provoking.
This novel had been circulating for a long time. The original author could no longer be verified. Perhaps he was worried that he would be beaten up when he wrote the book, so the only clue left behind by the author was the pen name "Mr. C the Bard". Gwen did not know how Mr. C knew these stories, but he must be a patient and knowledgeable person. He must have interviewed many people who had contact with Gwen Cecil or their descendants before he could compile these information. And in all these adventure stories, there was a chapter that mentioned Gwen Cecil's challenge to the deep sea.
The story went like this: After Gwen Cecil assisted the great founder Charles I to build the kingdom, he was deeply worried about the monsters that kept roaming out of the Gondor wasteland and the corruption of the Mana Tide that was still spreading. So he asked for help from the elemental spirits of earth, water, fire, and wind, the four princesses of the four elemental planes. They were impressed by the young hero Knight and offered him advice. Gwen Cecil finally accepted the enlightenment of the water elemental spirits and set off to the sea to find the answer.
Although there was no storm priest as a sea guide, Gwen Cecil received help from the sea elves (of course, according to Mr. C, the sea elves lost another princess in the process). The sea elves let the fleet pass through the storms around the continent and guided the team all the way to the east.
After many days and nights of sailing, the sea elves suddenly panicked and advised Gwen not to continue forward because the sea to the east was the territory of the "sirens", and no land race could compete with the powerful sirens in the sea. But Gwen Cecil was not afraid and insisted on continuing forward. So the sea elves had to leave the team, and most of the ships in the fleet also left with the sea elves. Only Gwen Cecil and a few loyal guards continued to sail the ship forward. And not long after, they encountered the sirens.
The clever reader Gwen immediately guessed that there must be a princess among the sirens …
But the story here had a strong start and a weak finish. Mr. C only scribbled down that Gwen Cecil had gained the trust of the sirens and was guided to a "sacred and beautiful" place. The group drank there for three days and three nights, and then were directly thrown back to the Lorien Continent by a storm.
This was obviously to fool the reader.
Intuition told Gwen that this story should be the missing record of the voyage in Gwen Cecil's memory.
But there was a strange race in it: the sirens.
Gwen was unfamiliar with the name of this race. He only had a vague impression of it in the memory he inherited, but it pointed to strange myths and stories, and was not enough to prove it.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door of the study. After the door opened, Druil and Pitman came in. "My lord, I heard from Amber that you were looking for me?"
Gawain nodded. After letting the old druid into the house, he went straight to the point. "Have you heard of Sirens?"
"Sirens?" Pitman touched his chin. "I've heard some legends about them."
Gwen's eyes suddenly lit up. The Druil was indeed the profession that knew the most about the races in the world. Even if Pitman only knew the legends about the sirens, he must know more than the average person!
"Tell me about it!"
Pitman stroked his beard and said slowly, "The legends about the sirens are mostly concentrated in the east and south of the continent. People rarely mention them in Ansu. Even if they do, it will only appear in horror stories or similar strange stories. It is said that the sirens are one of the oldest intelligent creatures in the world. Their history is very likely as old as the Giant Dragon. Long before the rise of mankind, they had already ruled the sea for thousands of years.
"The Sirens are a race that only consists of females. They live in the depths of the ocean in the far east. They almost never interact with the intelligent races on the continent. They are all beautiful, but only their upper bodies are that of humans. Their lower bodies are all kinds of sea monsters …" "…"
"Apart from these, there are also legends that mention that it is not that the sirens do not communicate with humans. It is because they have the ability to change into human form. So when they come ashore, they will immediately blend into the crowd … Yes, the ability to change. Many legends point out that the sirens have the ability to change their forms. They are like water that does not have a fixed form, so they can change into various forms. More than half of the sea monsters in the distant sea are their masterpieces.
"Also, there are legends that mention that the sirens visit the land in a planned way. Because of their long lifespan, they find it interesting to observe the development of the short-lived human civilization. Every time the human civilization rises and falls, they will come and watch curiously. Some people believe that the sirens visit the land to search for something. In some ancient books of the Silver Elves, there are people who swear that the sirens have left behind records of contact with the sirens. They also say that the sirens will peacefully communicate with the intelligent creatures on the land. Sometimes they will ask for help from the 'landers', and as long as the landers can fulfill their wishes, they will be rewarded handsomely. Sometimes it will be rare jewels from the deep sea, and sometimes it will be strange and incredible magical devices. It is said that the royal family of the Sea Elves have a trident that can release lightning. It was a gift from the sirens a thousand years ago.
"However, there are also legends that point out that the sirens do not seem to know the value of the gifts they give. They only give things to the landers according to their own preferences. Sometimes they give you a box of pearls if you show them the way. Sometimes they give you a big favor, but they only give you a piece of fish — and the fish has teeth marks on it. The records of this are also left by the Silver Elves. "
Gwen interrupted Pitman's narration. "If you encounter a siren on a voyage, how will they treat the people who 'invade the sea'?"
Pitman raised his eyebrows. "You've touched on the blind spot of my knowledge. But according to most legends, it's very, very dangerous to encounter a siren in the far sea."
"Very dangerous?" Gwen frowned. "Don't many legends mention that the sirens will communicate peacefully with people on land? They even give gifts … "
"But that's on land." Pitman's expression was very serious. "In the sea, they seem to be very aggressive, especially when they enter some waters that they should not enter. The sirens will immediately turn into terrifying sea monsters to chase and even chase them. They are the spawn of the sea and have unimaginable power at sea. Even the thunder and lightning summoned by the most powerful magus can't be compared to their storm. There are so many horror stories about the voyage, and not all of them are groundless."
Gwen frowned. "Is that so …"
At the same time, in the eastern deep sea far away from the Lolun Continent, some graceful figures were quickly crossing the dark deep seabed. Their snake tails or fish tails swayed in the sea, making these beautiful and intelligent creatures move quickly and elusively like phantoms in the deep sea.
They had no idea that they had become the topic of discussion for two human beings on the distant continent. For these deep-sea saltwater fish, there was still a very important job waiting for them to complete.
A sea demon passed a "mountain" on the seabed and observed the view that was zigzagging along the bottom of the ocean. Her special "Deep Sea Vision" allowed her to see very far away even in the dark ocean.
An astonishingly huge tentacle stretched across the bottom of the sea in front of him. The tentacle was covered with layers of corals and deep-sea plants. A large number of pieces of flesh and blood were scattered around the tentacle. They had completely lost their vitality, but there was no sign of decay.
Further away, at the end of the tentacles that extended out like a small mountain range, an even larger shadow could be vaguely seen. It was the main body of flesh and blood that was even larger. It was in the direction of the first excavation site.
The long snake tail of the leader of the excavation team slapped the sand on the seabed. Then, the tip of the tail was raised high and waved rapidly in the sea like a flag. She loudly ordered her team members, "Today, we will dig here! Come on, everyone! "
The sirens responded in unison. "Come on, everyone!"
"Don't go too far with the squid. Don't waste time!"
"Don't waste time!"
"Don't steal engine fuel!"
"Don't steal engine fuel!"
"Dig!"
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