He had an extraordinary temperament, powerful strength, and was famous in the mercenary world. He even had the nickname "Golden-Haired Solderlin", which sounded like the style of a noble young master on the battlefield. Not only that, he was the high-level ranger Solderlin Frostleaf who had been traveling in the north of the continent for seven full centuries. Behind his perfect prince persona, his true nature was that of a bald, cross-dressing pervert — Gawain Cecil.
Well, Gwen Cecil did not write this masterpiece back then, but Gwen, who had inherited the memory, was sure that the Grand Duke of the Southern Region had said this to his friend more than once.
But this was just Gwen's own opinion. Solderlin himself did not seem to care about his "cross-dressing" skills. This elven ranger frankly regarded it as a very useful skill during his travels. He was so perverted that he did not have any distracting thoughts. He could be said to be a big boss.
Fortunately, Gwen had experienced the impact of the information age in his previous life. Otherwise, he might not have been able to control his expression at this moment.
After trying to control his expression, Gwen asked Solderlin about his plan as if nothing had happened. "When are you going to leave?"
"Today," Solderlin replied. "It's best if you can leave before the evening."
"Are you sure you want to leave in the evening?" Gwen frowned. "To avoid attracting attention, your best route is to avoid the major noble domains in the Southern Region. You should go along the wilderness between the south bank of Whitewater and the Gloom Mountain Range to the border of Typhon. This is not an easy route. It will be dark soon after you leave the city."
"For elves, it doesn't matter whether it's day or night in the wilderness. If you leave in the evening, you can avoid some attention."
Gwen thought for a moment and agreed with Solderlin. "Well, I'll give you a pass. Until you leave the Ansu border, my pass will work. Although you will avoid most of the noble domains, having a pass will prevent many problems."
Solderlin smiled and said, "Thank you in advance."
And so, on the evening after Cecil's second defensive battle, a mysterious and beautiful blonde huntress quietly left the territory. She held a pass personally issued by the Duke and left the territory all the way to the east. No one knew where she came from. Other than mystery, there was only more mystery.
Before nightfall, Gwen received a report from Betty that Rebecca was about to wake up.
Rebecca's room was on the second floor of the liege's residence. As a pure-blooded noble and a lady with a glorious surname, this "viscountess'" room did not have any decorations or aura befitting her status. Most of the furniture in the room was made by Gwen when the liege's residence was completed. Other than that, Rebecca did not add anything to the room. The dressing table beside the bed was the only thing in the room that looked feminine. The crystal mirror on the dressing table was half a mirror of manuscripts and shorthand formulas.
It was not hard to imagine that the viscountess had to carefully find an angle between the piles of manuscripts every morning to complete her makeup after waking up. Perhaps remembering to wash her face and comb her hair every day was her limit. Would she be able to learn how to put on makeup like a normal noble lady in this life?
At this moment, Rebecca was lying quietly on her bed while Heti was sitting on her bedside. After Gwen entered the room, he waved his hand at Heti, indicating that she did not need to get up. At the same time, he stepped forward and asked, "Are you awake?"
"She's still asleep, but she suddenly said something in her sleep," Heti whispered. "Then Betty ran to wake you up."
Gwen sat down beside the bed and looked at Rebecca who was sleeping soundly. He could not help but gently stroke her hair. "What did you say in your sleep?"
Heti looked helpless. "I think it was' don't knock on my head '."
Gwen was speechless.
He looked down at his nominal (and to some extent, actual) great-great-granddaughter and could not help but sigh softly. "She's finally more stable when she's asleep."
"I don't know what kind of trouble she's going to cause when she wakes up," Heti said as she quietly raised her finger and pointed to the door in Rebecca's room that led to the utility room. "Guess what the child did secretly by herself? She transformed the small room next to the bedroom into a magic laboratory! It's a miracle that she didn't blow up the house after such a long time! I really should have checked — I've neglected her since she became an adult. "
"Magic laboratory?" Gwen frowned. "Aren't there two laboratories in this house?"
"She probably wants a laboratory of her own. Many magicians have their own laboratories. But you know her situation, she — "
Before Heti finished her words, Gwen suddenly gestured to her and then pointed to Rebecca who was lying on the bed. The latter woke up almost at the same time. The girl's eyelids trembled twice, and then she slowly raised her hand to rub her eyes. She was confused for a few seconds before she realized that there were two people in the room.
After a short moment of daze and focusing, Rebecca suddenly exclaimed and then covered her head. "Don't knock on my head!"
This time, it was definitely not a dream …
"Who wants to knock on your head!" Heti looked at the girl angrily. "Do you think I've been knocking on your head all the time?"
Rebecca held her head and carefully looked around. It was only then that her brain started to work again, and it was only after a few seconds that she said in a small voice, "Is … is it over? Is everyone okay? "
Gwen did not know whether to laugh or cry. "Of course it's okay. This time, we're more prepared than last time. There's also a newly built wall. How could anything happen?"
"Oh …" Rebecca's hand was still on her head. After a long time, she carefully asked, "I … Did I get into trouble again?"
Seeing Rebecca, who was always fearless and energetic, like this, let alone Gwen, even Heti suddenly felt that she could not be angry at all. Heti smiled and shook her head. "It's okay. You really made a fireball that scared everyone. What's with that 'amplifier'? Did you make it yourself? "
Rebecca heard this and quickly shrank her neck. "I won't do that again!"
"Ahem, don't be nervous. Although you did make a big fuss this time, the result … is not bad." Gwen comforted Rebecca and told her what happened when she was unconscious. "… In short, your 'amplifier' is now temporarily taken by Kamel, but you can ask for it back at any time. Your invention has inspired him a lot. You are very creative in the use of magic field. "
Gwen's tone turned serious. "Of course, this is still too dangerous. You have to learn from it. You can't sneak around with such dangerous things anymore, understand?"
Rebecca carefully looked at Gwen's face and confirmed that the ancestor really did not want to beat her. She then lifted her head and showed a silly smile. "Okay, I know!"
"Remember the ancestor's words," Heti said. "I found out that you secretly made a lab, next time —"
Before Heti could finish, Rebecca's face fell and she looked like she was going to collapse. But she and Heti did not expect Gwen to suddenly interject. "I'm going to build a large experimental facility in the open space between the Rune Research Institute and the academy. It will be a specialized testing and research center for arcanotech. I will also gather all the currently scattered arcanists under the name of this facility. Rebecca, you are the person in charge of the arcanotech department. This facility will be under your management. There will be a special arcanotech lab in it, you can use it as you wish. "
Rebecca was dazed for a moment. Her eyes suddenly widened. "Really?"
Heti, on the other hand, was shocked. "Ancestor, are you sure you want her to manage this facility alone?"
"She has completed several arcanotech projects, and she is doing well as the head of the arcanotech department, isn't she?" Gwen smiled and looked at Heti. "There is no arcanist who does not admire her."
"But theoretical research and experimental operation are different." Heti looked worried. "She has caused countless explosions in the lab since she was a child …"
Gwen knew that Heti had always been a little too nervous in this regard. This kind of nervousness was not a problem before Rebecca became an adult, but it would inevitably become a factor affecting her development in the future. So he simply took the opportunity to say his thoughts. "Heti, do you realize the difference between arcanotech and traditional magic research?"
"Difference?" Heti blinked. "… What do you mean?"
"Actually, I know about the lab you mentioned that Rebecca secretly messed with. I have known about it for more than a month," Gwen said slowly. Rebecca, who was beside him, shrunk her neck subconsciously. "But I have never cared about it because I know Rebecca's talent, her talent in arcanotech.
"She does often cause explosions in the magic lab, but part of the reason is that she seldom enters the lab and lacks experience. The more important reason is that she can't control most of the equipment in the traditional magic lab. Those experimental devices require too much of the operator's talent. They are very limited in terms of manpower, so most of the operation and observation in traditional magic experiments rely on the hands and eyes of the sorcerers. Rebecca, who only knows how to use fireball spells, of course, can't control all of this.
"But the arcanotech lab is something completely different.
"You've seen the lab that Rebecca built herself. Did you notice the difference in it?
"The Magitech Lab is a research facility that doesn't require spellcasting talent. What it requires is the use of tools, both mechanical and mathematical, to indirectly control magic and create new tools in the process. This is exactly what Rebecca is good at, and it's also the direction of the development of magitech technology in our territory.
What I want to build is such a research facility: it will be used to study the application and development of magical technology in practical fields, but the people involved in the research will not be limited to talented sorcerers. Anyone who is good at arcanotech and runic logic can become a researcher in this facility. It will also not be like the traditional mage lab, which is a private workshop of a powerful sorcerer. Instead, a large number of technicians will participate in one or several projects, relying on wisdom, knowledge, and theoretical guidance rather than personal talent and pure luck to achieve results. Of course, I do not deny the role of 'luck' in research, but for the development of arcanotech, we must build such a large-scale and professional institution.
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