Edmund Moen left with a smile. It seemed that the negotiation was quite satisfactory to him. However, the prince declined Gwen's invitation to stay for dinner. He said that he had to return to the Silver Castle as soon as possible, and the old king was still waiting for his good news.
After Edmund left, Rebecca commented, "He looks like a very kind person. I thought the crown prince would be a very difficult person to get along with, with a lot of palace etiquette..."
"That's because the person in front of him is an elder from seven hundred years ago, not a fallen viscount from the frontier." Gawain glanced at Rebecca. "Do you think he's acting like how he usually is? On the contrary, because his behavior was almost exactly in line with my communication habits, I'm sure he did his homework before coming here. "
"Huh?" Rebecca asked.
Gwen thought for a moment and explained to her, "The so-called negotiation skills, no matter how many things are summed up, is nothing more than talking to whoever you meet. At first, he came to visit a very senior 'noble' as a prince, and showed the right amount of politeness and maturity. Then, he noticed my way of speaking and attitude, and immediately became relaxed and humorous. This made me more willing to talk to him. This is a great ability."
Rebecca scratched her head. "... Huh?"
Gwen sighed. "... You'd better study the four ways of making fireballs."
No matter how simple-minded Rebecca was, she could feel Gwen's deep helplessness at this time. She suddenly felt a little nervous. "Ancestor, am I... a little too stupid in this regard?"
"Everyone has their own strengths. Your talent is not here. Don't force it." Gwen patted Rebecca's head. "And to be honest, I don't like this kind of scheming skills. I prefer the style of a group of people who ignored life and death and buried their heads in the wilderness to find a way to survive..."
Rebecca nodded and asked curiously, "By the way, ancestor, is what you just said true?"
Gwen: "What do you mean?"
Rebecca asked seriously, "Back then, did you really give a red wine more than 30 names, and each name was accompanied by a sonnet?"
Gwen sighed. "Of course it's true."
"It sounds amazing!"
"But in fact, it was because of poverty. At that time, the exploration team hadn't even reached the Holy Spirit Plains. Before they found a food-producing area, it was very difficult for everyone to fill their stomachs. We give a wine more than 30 names because we only had one wine at that time, and it was the last barrel. We give it sonnets because there is no other entertainment. So you have to know that the complicated etiquette and rules of the nobles are either for eating too much or for starving too much. In essence, they are all extremely boring things. "
Rebecca's eyes sparkled. She felt that she had gained a lot of knowledge. These were things that Aunt Heti never taught her!
At this time, the window of the room was suddenly pushed open. Amber jumped in from the window. She threw herself on the chair, swinging her legs and joking with Gwen. "You're quite interesting, old man! Just based on what you said just now, I think you're better than all the nobles! "
"Don't call me old man. I'm in my prime!" Gwen glared at Amber. "Didn't I ask you to patrol outside? Are you trying to slack off by sneaking in? "
Hu Po rocked back and forth on the chair as if he couldn't calm down. "I was patrolling, but I didn't find anything, so I came in to drink some water. You can't stop me from resting, right? Speaking of which, how can you be so sure that someone will sneak up on us? Look at the prince, he came in through the gate... "
"If the prince came in through the wall, then Charlie would probably jump out of the coffin like me." Gwen's mouth twitched. "But not everyone who wants to know something from me will come in through the gate. I'm here today, waiting for these people."
"Okay, okay, okay, now you're the boss." Amber waved her hand and poured herself a cup of tea. She then got up and walked to the window. But before she jumped out, she turned back and took two muffins from Gwen. "It's cold outside. I'll eat something to warm myself up."
Gwen was very sorry that he did not have the Sword of the Trailblazer in his hand.
Then he looked at his great-granddaughter on the N + 1 floor and said, "You go back to your room and rest. You have to face the king in your best condition tomorrow."
Rebecca nodded and then asked, "What about you, ancestor?"
"I'm used to sleeping late, and I plan to go to the study," Gwen said. "It's more like a revisit. I have to see how much this place has changed."
Rebecca obediently said goodnight to Gwen and turned to leave the room. Gwen stood there for a while and then went to the study on the second floor.
Gawain Cecil was famous for his martial prowess, but he wasn't a martial artist who only knew how to wield swords and spears. In fact, he could be considered half a scholar and half a herbalist. In addition, he liked to read books in his free time. Therefore, in this mansion at No. 4 Crown Street, in addition to a collection room for the owner to store his weapons and armor, there was also a large study room.
Sitting in front of the restored desk, Gwen pondered and gently tapped the table with his fingers. His eyes moved between the quaint bookshelves and the hanging paintings on the wall, and finally fell back on the table.
The memories in his mind that did not belong to him surged again, making him feel an inexplicable sense of familiarity with the things in front of him. He sighed at the dedication of the people of later generations. They not only restored the furniture here, but even put the magic water feather pen and paper on the desk in the most familiar position of Gwen Cecil. This almost paranoid restoration even made him feel a little scared.
It was as if someone had known that he would come back and specially prepared this place.
But although the memory was clear, it was not his after all, and it was difficult to have an emotional resonance. Gwen quickly withdrew his gaze and left the chair, lying on the ground and groping the floor under the table.
A secret compartment was opened, and he felt his fingers touch a piece of cold metal. After feeling a pull ring on the surface of the metal, he took it out of the secret compartment.
It was a delicate little box, exuding a cold silver light, and still looked new after seven hundred years.
Seeing the small box, Gawain heaved a sigh of relief.
It was still here.
Perhaps more than half of the things in this mansion were no longer original, but some things could be preserved for more than seven hundred years, such as a small safe made of mithril.
Complex magic patterns were engraved on the chest, but in addition to these patterns, there was also an insignia of a sword and a shield made of fine gold and star iron. Beside the insignia were exquisite characters, and the joint seal of Charles I and Gawain Cecil was also present.
These marks and words, coupled with the secret order passed down from generation to generation within the Moen family (Ansu royal family), could ensure that even if someone rebuilt the main body of the house and found this small box, it would be sealed again in its original place.
But this was also because Gwen's "resurrection" was not too late, because the ancient secret order and the deterrence of the late monarch would lose their effectiveness with the passage of time, especially now that it was the Second Dynasty, and the influence of the First Dynasty had fallen to the bottom. If he came a little later, and the mansion underwent a comprehensive renovation again, then no one could guarantee the whereabouts of the small box.
Gwen solemnly put the small box on the table. If the most important purpose of the Captical trip was the "permanent development rights," then the mithril safe in front of him was the second most important purpose.
He did not bring Rebecca to look for the box, not because he did not trust his theoretical descendant, but because he was not sure if the box was still there. If he mysteriously tricked the little girl with an expression of "Ancestor wants to show you something good," and she found nothing when she groped the ground, how embarrassing would that be?
Gawain infused mana into the magic patterns on the surface of the box according to the method in his memory. He then smeared a drop of his blood on the emblem at the center of the lid. A crisp mechanical sound immediately came from the inside of the small magical item, and the lid popped up slightly.
There were very few things inside, except for a few crystals that had lost their magic and could only be used as decorations, and there was only a palm-sized platinum disc. Gawain put the crystals aside for the time being and picked up the disc to examine it.
The surface of the disc was also engraved with complex magic patterns, but in addition to the magic patterns, there were some characters that seemed to be floating on the disc, constantly trembling slightly. That was the seal used to communicate with the elements.
"Good, now the key is in my hands …"
Gwen muttered in a low voice, and put the crystal and the disc into his arms. But just as he got up, a breeze suddenly brushed past his ear.
He immediately picked up a spare short sword by the table, and at the same time, all the muscles in his body tensed up, ready to fight.
"With such sensitivity and reaction, it seems that it is indeed you," a young woman's voice came from outside the window. Gwen then noticed that the window of the study had been opened, and a woman in a purple dress with a veil on her face appeared out of thin air, and walked towards the window. "Please relax, people like you and me, once we fight, I'm afraid half of the city will be shocked …"
Before the woman's voice trailed off, a swift shadow suddenly rushed down from the roof, accompanied by Amber's shout. "Thief! I've got you at last -- Oh! "
Amber, a Master-level Shadow Affinity, a ghost-level talent with Stealth and Shadowstep maxed out. But because her combat strength was only 1.5, she was easily sent flying by the mysterious woman.
But the mysterious woman seemed to be shocked, and after she sent Amber flying, she still did not react. "Just now … What was that?"
Gwen still held the short sword in his hand, and still did not relax. "If I'm not mistaken, it was my guard."
"Ah, sorry," the mysterious woman hurriedly apologized, her attitude surprising. She glanced at the direction where Amber fell, and turned to explain. "She suddenly rushed out, and subconsciously attacked. But don't worry, she's fine, at most a little dizzy for a while. "
Gawain was slightly relieved, but his attitude did not relax at all. "Who are you exactly?"
"I'm sorry, it seems that I didn't consider the way I appeared." The mysterious woman stood on the windowsill and bowed politely. "The Mithril Vault sends its greetings. Please allow me to introduce myself. I'm your VIP commissioner, Melita Pânia. I'm responsible for your savings in the vault."
Gawain furrowed his brows.
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