Gwen did not know about the bold and infuriating idea in Rebecca's mind, but he also knew that Viscount Andrew's protection of Cecil's people was not free of charge. The time when the lord swore to protect his people, the people helped each other, and everyone contributed selflessly to rebuild the civilization had long passed. Seven hundred years later, although the Ansu Kingdom had not yet recovered to the glory of the Gondor era, the aristocracy's selfishness had reached the highest level. There was no doubt that the day Cecil led the refugees into Tanzania Town, Rebecca had shouldered a huge debt.
But it was better to bear this debt than to die.
"The Cecil family will thank you for your help," Gwen broke the silence. "But the more important thing now is the disaster itself."
From the very beginning, Viscount Andrew had noticed Gawain, who was sitting between Rebecca and Heidi. He was also very curious about this man who wore an ancient aristocratic costume, had a big sword by his side, and had a solemn face. As far as he knew, there was no such person in the aristocratic circle. However, judging from Heidi and Rebecca's respectful attitude towards this man, this man was definitely not an ordinary person.
So after Gwen spoke, Viscount Andrew took the opportunity to ask, "Forgive me for being presumptuous, but I was curious just now. Your Excellency is?"
"The ancestor of the Cecil family, the pioneer of pioneers, one of the seven founding generals of Ansu, the Grand Duke of the Southern Territory, Gwen Cecil." Heti had been waiting for this question. She immediately stood up and introduced him with a serious face. "You should have heard this name since you were young. He is the First Light of Dawn."
Gao Wen tried his best to look stern and dignified. He nodded slightly as Heidi boasted, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but be stunned. He quietly asked Rebecca next to him, "What the hell is that last title?"
Rebecca quickly explained, "It's a posthumous name given to you by the founding emperor after your death."
Gwen was shocked. "… Can't you think of a nicer name for that chuunibyou?"
On the other hand, Viscount Andrew, the meticulous and orthodox aristocrat, was stunned after hearing Heti's words.
Did this lady finally lose her mind because of the great disaster that befell her family and was frightened by the beasts?
As Gawain had thought at the beginning, unless they saw it with their own eyes, no one would believe that the ancestor of the Cecil Family had crawled out of his coffin. Even the knowledgeable nobles and the knowledgeable mages would not believe in such a fantasy. On the contrary, the commoners who were illiterate but full of superstitious thoughts might believe in it.
When Andrew heard Heti's words, he did not immediately ask the attendants to feed the lady medicine. This was a show of self-restraint.
"Madam, please let me … uh … let me think." Andrew tried to adjust his expression, as if he was trying to find a way to express his emotions without being too rude. But in the end, he could not help but tell the truth. "I know you have encountered an unimaginable nightmare, but don't you think it's a bit too much to use such a whimsical story?"
Heti's expression did not change. "I knew you would react this way. In fact, even we can't believe that all this is true. But the ancestor of the Cecil family has indeed woken up from his long sleep. We saw him sit up in the coffin with the Pioneer's Sword in his hand. And we have also verified that he is truly resurrected, and not a trick like the resurrection of the dead."
Andrew did not know whether to laugh or cry. "If you have any request for me, please just say it. This …"
Gwen waved his hand and asked Heti to sit down. He put the Pioneer's Sword on the table and turned to look at Viscount Andrew. "Viscount, what do you think Heti means by telling such a lie? A viscount's territory was destroyed by the Elemental Tide and the Elemental Tide. Furthermore, a dragon appeared in the sky above our territory. This level of incident is enough to directly alarm His Majesty the King of the Kingdom. In such a critical situation, would we arrange for someone to wear an ancient costume, carry an inferior ancient sword, and come to your castle to tell you a fairy tale? Just to have some fun? "
As he spoke, he infused his magic power into the Pioneer's Sword. With the injection of magic power, the ancient longsword once again appeared with dark red lines. This time, the lines were clearer and formed a heraldic pattern of a sharp blade and an iron plough near the hilt. That was the emblem set by the Cecil family on the day of the founding of the Ansu Kingdom. It represented the time when the Cecil family opened up the Ansu Kingdom.
Knight also had magic, but the way they used it was different from the way mages used it.
Although the Pioneer's Sword had lost most of its power in the past, the most basic distinguishing features were still there. Andrew was a little stunned when he saw the sword. He had never seen the real Pioneer's Sword, but the replica of the sword was enshrined in the Royal Temple of the Captical. He was lucky enough to see the replica a few years ago, so naturally, he would not be mistaken.
If the sword on the table was not a replica made by the Cecil family, then it could only be the real thing — the real thing that was sealed in the Cecil family's tomb, the one that no one dared to touch even when the family had declined.
Would this declining family open their ancestor's tomb, dig out the holy sword, and use it to make up a big lie?
Andrew hesitated. If this was really a farce, then the cost of this farce was a little too high. But if it was not a farce …
No one would dare to believe that an old ancestor would suddenly come out of his grave while he was still in the process of death!
"You can find an elven craftsman to verify the authenticity of this sword. This sword was made by their people, so they know how to check the elven sigil. You can also take out the portraits of the founding princes and dukes and compare them with mine. Although I've been sleeping for 700 years, fortunately, my appearance hasn't changed much," Gawain said with a smile as he looked at Andrew's gloomy face. "If you can do it, you can also look for the elven mercenaries who participated in the second pioneering and are now living in seclusion in the mountains. Maybe some of them know me."
"No, no need." Andrew waved his hand and rubbed his eyebrows. He felt that what was happening in front of him was not something he was good at dealing with. "Since it is a legendary hero like you … it may be possible to sleep for 700 years and then come back to life."
Even though that was what he said, anyone with a discerning eye could tell that this viscount probably still didn't believe in Gawain's identity. He was just looking for a reason to temporarily stop the discussion in this dubious situation.
He had already figured it out. What did it have to do with him that the ancestor of the Cecil family jumped out of the coffin? There was no need to worry about the authenticity of this matter. Since Cecil's family said it was true, then it was true.
After all, it was just an ancient person who had been dead for 700 years.
After figuring this out, Andrew seemed to realize a detail that Gwen had mentioned just now. "Wait a minute, you just said … a dragon appeared nearby?"
"Yes, a blue dragon. I don't know where it came from, but it flew northwest in the end …" Gwen nodded, and then told the viscount everything that happened in Cecil's territory. "… That's what happened."
"Aberrations … monsters during the magic wave … and dragons … Oh my god …" Andrew's brows seemed to be knitted together, and the touch of redness on his pale face faded. "What the hell is going on with this world …"
"What happened to the world is a matter for those scholars and His Majesty to consider. What we need to do is to pass on what happened here to Saint Sunil City as soon as possible," Heti interrupted Andrew. "Things are already very serious."
"I have already sent a messenger to report the attack on Cecil's territory," Andrew said. "The messenger left on a fast horse. He should be halfway there by now."
It seemed that this Andrew was still very practical. Not only did he accept the refugees from the neighboring territories, but he also sent a messenger to report to the king immediately. This should be considered very outstanding among the border nobles in this era. However, Heti had to make a further request. "Viscount Andrew, this is not enough. The situation has become so serious that Rebecca has to meet His Majesty personally. Besides, Grand Duke Cecil has woken up from his long sleep, and he has to go to the Captical as well. We are very grateful for your help to the Cecil family, but we still need more help. "
Hearing Heti's words, Andrew lowered his eyelids slightly as if he was thinking. Then he stood up and walked back and forth in front of the long table with his hands behind his back.
"What do you all need? Fast horses? Supplies? Guards? "
"We need all of them," Rebecca said bravely. "And we also need you to help take care of the people in Cecil's territory for a while, until we return from the Captical and have a new territory to settle those people …"
"That's the key," Andrew raised his hand and interrupted Rebecca. "In fact, I was just about to talk about this problem. I've tried my best to help my neighbors, and I'm willing to be a generous person. But I'm just a viscount. How much can I take out to feed those refugees?"
Gwen picked up the cold black tea in front of him and took a sip. He thought that the viscount finally talked about "business".
Rebecca said impatiently, "Knight Philip took a batch of gold and silver when he broke out of the encirclement. The gold and silver should be enough …"
"Of course, I know about the gold and silver," Andrew interrupted Rebecca again. "Don't worry, I'm not a person who takes advantage of people's difficulties. But whether it's medicine or food, there are costs. I should have said that just now, right? When that brave knight arrived in Tanzania Town, he was already riddled with wounds. The soldiers and civilians he brought with him were almost all injured. In order to treat them, I used the best medicinal herbs in the territory and hired the best priests. These things cost a lot of money, and the gold and silver was just enough. "
Rebecca's eyes widened.
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