Gwen did not know if the little girl named Rebecca had been hit in the head during the fight with the monsters, but he still said patiently, "Although I have 'lived' here for many years, I was already dead at that time! Do you know what your tomb looks like after you die? "
Rebecca thought for a moment and wanted to remind her ancestors that the tomb of the founding emperor of Ansu was built when the king was still alive. The king himself had even participated in the design. But after careful consideration, she felt that if she continued, she would be beaten to death by Aunt Heti on the spot. So, she swallowed the words in her throat and laughed awkwardly. "Ahahaha … That makes sense."
"Now we can't go back the way we came," Heti sighed and calmly analyzed. "The monsters have occupied the atrium of the castle and the entrance to the ancestral tomb. Going back the way we came is a dead end."
"We have to find another way," Gwen said as he recalled the memory he had inherited. "It has been 700 years. The castle on this territory is probably not the same structure as it used to be, right?"
"The upper structure has been renovated several times, but the foundation has not changed," Heti said quickly. "The entrance you mentioned should still be in the same place."
"Is that so? That's easy," Gwen said, reaching out to a soldier next to him. "Lend me your sword."
After taking the sword from the soldier, Gwen started to draw on the ground. He first drew a bird's eye view of the outline of the castle, and then a side view roughly divided into three floors. Although it was a hasty sketch, the general division of the blocks was still very clear.
"The entrance is in this position, two floors underground, next to the wine cellar and the grain depot. It used to be the wine cellar and the grain depot. There are two passageways to go inside, but these two passageways need to be on the ground, so it probably won't work. "
Rebecca curiously looked at Gwen's sketch. "That's also a wine cellar and a granary, but I didn't know there was a third room between them …"
Gwen smiled. "It's not a room, but a mezzanine. It's hidden between the walls and the supporting beams using some architectural tricks." Hao Ren said. "This land wasn't peaceful back then. At the border, monsters and crazy soldiers of the old empire emerged from the wasteland of the Kingdom of Gondor. They would come knocking on our door almost every ten days or half a month. The earliest Cecil Hill was built according to the standards of a war fortress. Under such circumstances, secret passages and mezzanine walls were indispensable. They could be used for emergency evacuation and also to transport supplies when besieged."
Byron Knight took a good look at the simple map. He drew out his sword and drew an outline at the bottom of the map. "So we have to go to the entrance of the second floor of the castle … and we can't go through any passages above ground, including the atrium. This is where we are now. The ancestral mausoleum is an underground structure built in the southeast of the castle. About one-third of it overlaps with the foundation of the castle … "
"There should be a passage in this overlapping area," Gwen interrupted Byron. "The mausoleum was built 700 years ago. At that time, the craftsmen were still the ones who built the war fortress. These buildings were built according to the standards and rules of that time. There must be a backup passage."
Hao Ren looked at Rebecca strangely. "You really don't know anything about this? This should be the knowledge passed down from generation to generation in the Cecil family. "
Rebecca lowered her head shyly. "I …"
"Ancestor, we have let you down." Heti bit her lip and said with difficulty. "The Cecil family has experienced a lot in the past 700 years …"
"Well, I know." Gwen waved his hand. It was not the time to tell stories. "After we leave here, I'll find you to find out what happened in the past 700 years. Now the priority is to find the way from the mausoleum to the secret passage. "
Rebecca, Heti, Byron, and the others squatted in front of the simple map and studied it. Although they knew the Cecil family's castle, they did not know the structure of the mausoleum. This 700-year-old mausoleum was not a tourist attraction with a ticket of two silver coins. Even a hundred years ago when the mausoleum was not sealed, the heirs of the family could only enter the mausoleum a few times in their lives, and they were not allowed to get close to the resting place of the ancestors.
Who knew where the secret passage was?!
In the face of this problem, even Gwen's memory was useless. After all, when he died, he certainly did not expect that one day he would have to get up and think about how to get out.
But just when they were at their wits' end, Amber, who had been obediently standing by the side, suddenly said, "Hey … I may know the way …"
Suddenly, everyone in the mausoleum looked at the half-elf thief.
Amber's neck suddenly shrank.
Heti frowned. "How do you know?"
"I …" Amber was a little scared, but after seeing Gwen's encouraging eyes, she became bolder. "I came in from that side … The direction should be the same. I guess that's the secret passage."
Gwen nodded. "Very well, you lead the way."
Amber patted her chest. "As long as you don't blame me for digging up your ancestral grave …"
Heti glared at the half-elf who spoke without thinking. She picked up her wand and turned to the door of the mausoleum. Gwen suddenly stopped before he took a step.
"Ancestor?" Rebecca looked at him curiously.
"I also have to bring a weapon." Gwen said. Although he was not the legendary Grand Duke who opened up new territories seven hundred years ago, he still had the common sense to find a weapon for self-defense in this dangerous place.
Gwen's eyes swept across the mausoleum. A soldier took the initiative to untie his sword and was about to hand it over, but Gwen waved his hand and declined the soldier's kindness. Under the guidance of his memory, he came to the black steel coffin and poked his head into the coffin to look for something.
In the coffin, he found a heavy sword that was completely black. The edge of the sword was close to the hilt, but there was a faint crimson glow.
The moment the sword was in his hand, a familiar and comfortable feeling welled up in his heart. It was as if every line on the sword was in perfect harmony with his palm. Gwen subconsciously waved the sword twice. Every movement seemed to have been tempered thousands of times.
He knew that this was the memory left behind by his current body. Even if his soul had changed, every muscle still remembered how to use this weapon.
This could be said to be a surprise, but not too unexpected.
In addition to the residual memory of his body, he could also find all the combat knowledge of Gwen Cecil when he was alive in his mind. Not only the basic swordsmanship and riding skills, but also the supernatural powers that were close to magic in Gwen's eyes. This part of the content was undoubtedly tempting, but now was not the time to experiment and learn.
He had to get out of this terrible situation first.
Rebecca's eyes suddenly widened when she saw the black sword. Even her voice was a little trembling. "This is … the legendary Ansu, the Sword of the Pioneers?"
Hearing Rebecca's voice, Heti, who had already walked to the door, turned around instantly. She fixed her eyes on the sword in Gwen's hand and could not hide the excitement on her face. "The Sword of the Pioneers?"
"It's just a slightly sharper sword now." Gwen sighed. "It's been 700 years. Even if a weapon blessed by the elves will not be worn and corroded, the magic in it has dissipated. I don't know how long it will take to recharge."
As he spoke, Gwen turned his head to look in front of the coffin. There was a small stone platform, but there was nothing on the platform. This made Gwen instantly frown. "Wait, I remember there was a shield here … Where is my shield? How can such a big shield be gone? "
Heti's expression suddenly turned ugly. "Ancestor … your descendant has once again failed to live up to your favor. The Shield of the Ansu, the Guardian of the Kingdom, was taken out from the tomb by your descendant Grumman Cecil a hundred years ago and then lost on the battlefield …"
Heidi stuttered. Obviously, there were still many things that she did not dare to say. Perhaps, she was worried that the ancestor in front of her would be so anxious that she would die on the spot after she told the ancestor about the great event that happened a hundred years ago. However, it would be easy for her to rebury the ancestor with a coffin next to her...
Gwen could sense Heti's hesitation, but he did not point it out. Instead, he frowned and scolded, "What a wastrel … Fortunately, the sword was placed in the coffin. Grumman was not crazy enough to pry open the ancestor's coffin to put together a set!"
Heti and Rebecca could only listen with cold sweat on their faces. The ancestor jumping out of the coffin and scolding his great-grandfather was seriously beyond the realm of fantasy. As the juniors, they felt the pressure of breathing.
Fortunately, Gwen was only a little angry at the loss of a useful equipment. After scolding, he did not say anything else. Instead, he led everyone out of the tomb.
After leaving the tomb and arriving at the stone hall, Rebecca looked around and waved at the corner. "Betty! Come out! It's safe! "
Gwen looked over curiously and saw a skinny little girl, who looked a little younger than Rebecca, timidly walk out from the shadow of the corner. The little girl was wearing a coarse dress and had a few freckles on her face. Her flaxen hair was draped behind her head, and she was holding a frying pan tightly in her hand.
After seeing Gawain, the little girl called Betty had a look of hesitation and nervousness on her face. She probably couldn't figure out where this stranger had popped out from with her slow brain.
"This is a maid from the castle. We don't know how she was left behind by the first batch of people who broke out of the encirclement. Anyway, she just followed us here." Rebecca briefly introduced the little girl. "Betty, this is …"
A slight tremor from above the mausoleum interrupted Rebecca.
"Now is not the time to talk." Gwen raised his sword and looked at Amber. "Now, lead the way."
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