After making a special mark on the secret letter, Viscount Andrew rolled it up and meticulously sealed it with wax. After doing all this, Viscount Andrew gently exhaled and recalled whether he had missed anything or made any mistakes.
There should be none. The content of the previous agreement had been written in the secret letter, and it was written very truthfully and reliably. Viscount Andrew was quite confident in his ability to fabricate stories. He felt that anyone who saw the secret letter would believe that he was the one who had experienced "that thing" personally.
All that was left was to see if the old king in the faraway royal capital was willing to believe the story itself.
No, it should be whether he wanted to admit the truth of this matter or not.
This was a somewhat risky move, but Viscount Andrew was not a person who was averse to risks. If he did not take risks, he would not have been able to stand out from his seven siblings and become the successor of the Leslie family.
He just did not expect that his new adventure would be tied to the Cecil family.
It was a declining family that had withdrawn from the political center of the kingdom a hundred years ago. In modern times, its population was so thin that it was about to die out naturally.
Viscount Andrew had always been very concerned about his "neighbors". This was not only because their territories were adjacent to each other, but also because the decline of the Cecil family had become more and more serious in the past two years. According to the original progress, Viscount Andrew could expect to double the territory of the Leslie family in his lifetime. The little girl who hurriedly inherited the family business was not a qualified lord at all. Although she worked very hard, she certainly could not keep her family business.
However, fate played a joke on everyone, and it was in a way that no one expected. When Viscount Andrew heard that Cecil's territory was destroyed by monsters, he was dumbfounded. When he heard that those monsters were very similar to the Magic Tide creatures in historical records, he was still dumbfounded. When the merchants who entered the city mentioned that a dragon appeared, he was also dumbfounded. When Rebecca Cecil and Heti Cecil brought a man who claimed to be their ancestor into the castle, Viscount Andrew showed great calmness and acceptance.
That was because he was finally used to being dumbfounded.
However, after ending the conversation with that 'ancestor' and returning to his own dormitory, Viscount Andrew felt that he had made the right decision.
An aristocratic lineage that was about to die out and a fief that had been burnt to the ground were worthless. No matter how hard they tried, they would not be able to get anything out of it. If they wanted to recover their cost, they might as well change from a greedy oppressor to a generous and good neighbor. Furthermore, the existence of that "ancestor" was the key. Viscount Andrew was ninety percent convinced that this was true. Whether or not Cecil's family had that ancestor was a completely different concept.
He sealed the letter in a silver tube and wrapped a magic thread around the tube. He then handed it to the old butler who was standing beside him. "Give it to the best ranger messenger — set off on a griffin. Ask the messenger to deliver it to the White Castle after the first messenger arrives and before Cecil's family arrives."
The butler took the silver tube and was about to turn and leave when Viscount Andrew stopped him. "Wait a minute. Also, go to the treasury and send back the gold and silver belonging to Cecil's family."
"Yes, Viscount. But it's fine as long as it's returned in its original state? "
"It's fine as long as it's returned in its original state. When they set off, I'll prepare a little gift in the name of travel expenses."
The situation had changed. The "fee" that he had collected because of his ridiculous greed had now become a hot potato. Returning the original state was only the first step, but he could not overdo it all at once.
Viscount Andrew seriously weighed the pros and cons in his heart and hoped that the ancestor from seven hundred years ago could understand his sincerity.
It was late at night.
Gwen put on a nightgown, pushed open the balcony door of his room, and came to the balcony on the second floor of the viscount's castle.
There was no moon at night in this world. In the deep sky, there were only more stars than on Earth. Those twinkling stars brought a cold radiance to the land. Every starlight was particularly unfamiliar to Gwen.
Ever since he came to this world, he liked to look up at the sky — no matter day or night. During the day, he looked at the huge but not too dazzling "sun," and at night, he looked at the moonless night.
His eyes moved among the stars, trying to find a static and special celestial body among those twinkling stars.
But this was destined to be a futile attempt. There were so many stars, and he did not have enough information and calculation data. He could not find the position where he looked down at the land. Even if he found it, he could not distinguish it from the stars in the sky.
But he could not help but do this because he knew better than anyone that there was a secret hidden in the sky of this world. There was something there. Perhaps it was some kind of monitoring device, a satellite, a space station, or a ship. Although it was very likely that it had stopped now, it could not be ruled out that there were other things that were still hanging in the sky.
He used to be part of that monitoring device — this was the closest guess Gwen came to after thinking about it for many days.
If he didn't have the experience of overlooking the earth, if he had transmigrated into Gawain Cecil's body, then he wouldn't have had such knowledge, and wouldn't have had the corresponding pressure. But he just happened to know some things. Therefore, as a soul from Earth with modern thinking, he couldn't control his curiosity towards the sky … and worry.
What was that thing hanging in the sky? What effect would it or they have on the land? Would it or they continue to hang there so peacefully? What purpose would it or their maker — if there was a maker — have?
All of this made Gwen feel a sense of urgency that he could not explain to outsiders. It was like an earthling suddenly knowing that an alien spaceship was parked in the orbit above his head. Even if the spaceship had not moved for hundreds of thousands of years, the people living on the ground would find it difficult to feel at ease.
They had to figure out the ins and outs of the spaceship or the spaceship before they could sleep soundly.
And even without this worry, Gwen could not turn a blind eye to the sky just out of curiosity.
"Say, you look up at the sky every day — either the sun or the stars."
A young girl's voice suddenly came from behind. Gawain turned around and saw the half-elf Miss Thief sitting on the railing of the balcony with her back facing the outside. She was looking at him with a smile, her legs dangling below the railing as if she wasn't worried about falling off at all.
Gwen glanced at her and said, "It's not polite to sneak onto someone's balcony in the middle of the night to scare them."
"The night is my world. There are shadows everywhere. I can go wherever I want." Amber swayed on the railing, her body merged into the shadows, and the next moment she appeared on the other side of the balcony. "And you're a great hero from 700 years ago. Are you afraid that someone will suddenly talk to you at night?"
Gwen was too embarrassed to admit that he had goosebumps just now.
"Say, what do you look at every day?" Amber saw that Gwen did not say anything, so she changed the topic. "You look at the sun during the day to identify the direction. Are you looking at the stars at night for astrology? Do you know astrology? "
"What do you think is in the sky?" Gwen asked back.
"The sky? Isn't it just the stars and the sun? " Amber replied casually. "Oh, right … Don't tell me you want to tell me that the palaces of the gods are also in the sky and then preach to me? I'm not interested. I believe in the Goddess of Shadow and Darkness, also known as the Mistress of the Night. The Mistress of the Night's divine kingdom is in the deepest part of the starless night. It's a place completely different from the sky of the real world. I just have to close my eyes and pray every day to worship the gods! "
"You're really a believer of the Goddess of the Night?" Gwen looked at Amber with a little surprise. Although he did not have any faith, he still knew a lot about the religions of this world from Gwen Cecil's memory. The various gods and sects of various sizes were an eye-opener to him, but at the same time, he kept a respectful distance from them. He just did not expect that the thief in front of him, who did not seem to be devout at all, was actually a person of faith.
"Just believe in it casually. Anyway, the Mistress of the Night does not ask for offerings, nor will she give any oracle. She doesn't need to worship at a fixed time or place. It doesn't cost me a copper coin, so why not believe in it?" Amber said casually. Her words would be outrageous to a true believer. "And the Path of Shadow is more or less related to the authority of the Mistress of the Night. Sometimes I feel that I can become a little more powerful if I pray. Although, it turns out that it's just an illusion after drinking too much."
Gwen pursed his lips and decided to ignore this half-elf who did not know how to keep her mouth shut.
She was a disgrace to the elves. No matter what the other half of her bloodline was, it was a disgrace to the corresponding bloodline.
"Hey, hey, why are you not talking again?" Amber was not going to let him go. "You haven't said anything yet. What are you looking at?"
Gawain gave her a sideways glance. "Have you ever heard of a saying that a person's soul will return to the heavens after death and wander among the stars? Every star is actually the soul of an ancestor …"
"I haven't heard of it. I heard that when people with faith die, their souls will be taken away by the corresponding god they believe in, and then they will be high in the divine kingdom. But when people without faith die, their souls will be taken away by the God of Death, and then all their memories will be combed by the God of Death's wife with an iron comb, and then thrown back to earth. So some people say that no matter what faith they have, they are followers of the God of Death by default," Amber said. "But what you said is interesting. When people die, they will go to heaven? Is this a religious saying from 700 years ago? "
Gwen was a little embarrassed. "No, this is …"
"Ah, yes! You've been dead before! " Amber stared at Gwen as if she had discovered a new world. She came up to him in a flash and asked anxiously, "Did you go to heaven after you died? What is it like when people die? Tell me about it! "
"Go, go, go — go away!" Gwen pressed Amber's face and pushed her away. "People don't know anything when they're dead, understand? I was just spouting nonsense out of boredom! "
"Hey …" Amber stared at Gwen for a long time, and after confirming that he really did not want to tell her, she turned away. "Old people are so boring."
Gwen: "Say that again?!"
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