A person who had experienced the collapse of Gondor, the demonic tide, the natural disaster, dying on the battlefield, and rising from the coffin was indeed qualified to face all the bizarre things in the world. Melita? Pânia had to admit that Gwen was right.
What she did not know was that Gwen had experienced far more than that. She had to add in the plane crash, time travel, and hundreds of thousands of years in space to complete Gwen's life.
In this unimaginably long life, the appearance of a dragon was just an insignificant colorful embellishment in the blink of an eye for Gwen.
He was surprised and a little surprised, but overall … it was not a big deal.
It was no more surprising than the invention of fertilizers in the distant Typhon Empire.
"To be honest, many humans think that the Giant Dragon is just a legend, but almost everyone who studies history and dabbles in the supernatural knows that the Giant Dragon is real. You just rarely show up in public." Gwen looked at Melita. Pânia's eyes peeked out from the veil. Under normal circumstances, one would not be able to tell that the eyes belonged to a Giant Dragon. "Who would have thought that you were actually around us, and your disguise … is so good."
"The transfiguration spell itself is from the Dragons," Melita said with a chuckle. "We are good at disguising as any species, but to be honest, there is a race that is better at mimicry and disguise than us."
"Sirens? Oh, I know. Tyre would even disguise herself as a pile of seaweed to avoid work. If not for the fact that seaweed can't grow in the dock, she might have succeeded … "
The two chatted casually as if they had been friends for many years. They seemed to have forgotten the identities of humans and Dragons. The atmosphere became strangely harmonious for a while. But in the end, the topic returned to Melita's race and the purpose of the dragons.
Since the agent had decided to be frank, Gwen went straight to the point. "So, the Mithril Vault is actually controlled by the Dragons?"
"Indeed. In fact, we Dragons are the ones who built the Mithril Vault." Melita nodded calmly. "But I have to emphasize again that there is no conspiracy here. Dragons have no malice toward any race on the continent..."
"What about the empire on land that was destroyed in the Tide Reversal War?"
Gwen suddenly mentioned a historical event that was definitely a sensitive topic for Melita, which made her breath stop for a moment.
"You know a lot …" The humanoid Giant Dragon stared into Gwen's eyes. "This is beyond the records of human history, and beyond human understanding of this world."
Gwen laughed. "You know, I have a lot of 'wonderful' people around me. I don't necessarily know less than you about those ancient secrets."
"That siren …" Melita's eyes flashed with a flash of realization. She then shook her head. "It seems that you do know a lot. Then we can talk more openly. But I suggest that you don't ask too much about the Tide Reversal War. If you see another Giant Dragon, it's best not to ask too much. "
Gawain immediately noticed one thing: Tyr called the ancient war the 'War of the Tides', while Melita called it the 'Chaos of the Tides'. It was just a word difference, but it brought a lot of information to him.
And it seemed that … this matter was even a taboo among the Giant Dragons.
Although Gwen was very interested in the ancient war that might involve the Black Trap, he did not dwell on this issue. Instead, he changed the subject. "Actually, I'm curious. Why did you reveal your identity as a Dragon so easily? You Dragons are so mysterious in front of the world. Isn't it important to disguise yourself?"
"It's important, but not as important as you think," Melita said calmly. "When I found out that you had investigated the impact crater and that my lost item was still with you, I knew that you would inevitably associate the Mithril Vault with the Giant Dragon. Instead of making things more troublesome in the future, the Mithril Vault thought that it would be better to directly raise the level of 'contact' with you. Based on historical experience, this is the best way to avoid accidents."
"… It seems that you have a complete set of plans to deal with all kinds of accidents in the process of contact with the world," Gwen judged. "There is a strict plan, a strict organization, hierarchical management, and a huge scale. The purpose of the Mithril Vault is definitely not just to be a 'Treasure Vault,' right?"
"We Dragons have always been paying attention to the development and changes of all races and countries on the continent. The Mithril Vault is a tool for us to observe the continent. Of course, its role as a 'Treasure Vault' is equally important. Dragons are a race that likes to collect treasures. You should have heard of this."
Gwen raised his eyebrows and ignored the part about "collecting treasures". "Just to observe?"
"Just to observe. We will not intervene in any affairs of the secular kingdoms."
"Then what are you observing specifically?" Gwen asked again. "How do the secular kingdoms operate? How do the races develop? Or … how do we face survival disasters such as the Demonic Tide? "
Melita replied calmly, "It's all under observation."
"Am I also your target of observation?"
Melita hesitated for a moment. "Maybe it's a bit offensive, but in a sense … yes."
"Then what's the purpose of observation? Is it just to satisfy your curiosity? "
"Why can't it be?" Melita asked slyly. Apparently, she did not intend to answer the question directly. "Dragons are a race of curiosity."
"How long has the Mithril Vault existed?"
"When did the oldest kingdom on the continent appear? When was the Mithril Vault established?"
Gwen stared into Melita's eyes. "It can even be traced back to before the last Demonic Tide, right?"
"It seems that you have gained a lot of knowledge from the sirens." Melita nodded after a short silence. "As you said, it can be traced back to before the last Demonic Tide, and even to several more ancient Demonic Tides. We may not always be called the Mithril Vault, but our agents always appear on this continent. "
"You won't be affected by the Demonic Tide? Like the sirens? "
"We can survive the Demonic Tide, but our situation is different from the sirens."
"How did you resist the Demonic Tide?"
"No comment for now."
"Then what is the Black Trap?"
"Still no comment."
Gwen stared into Melita's eyes for three minutes. The latter sighed deeply and said in a helpless tone, "I really have no comment, Duke Cecil."
Gwen was not willing to give up this rare conversation with a dragon. He persistently asked, "No comment. That is to say, you know, but you can't tell me?"
"You can take it that way." Melita's answer was more hesitant than before. She seemed to have a hard time choosing her words, but still tried to maintain etiquette. "I can't tell you, but it's not out of malice."
Gwen's intuition suddenly triggered his subconscious. He seemed to feel something from Melita's reaction.
He cautiously asked, "Is the Black Trap related to the cause of the Demonic Tide?"
"No direct connection."
He asked again, "Is the Black Trap … related to God?"
Melita was silent.
However, her eyes were fixed on Gawain the entire time, not moving for even a moment.
A few seconds later, her eyes gradually turned into a shimmering golden vertical pupil. Fine scales began to appear on her cheeks and forehead. She opened her mouth, and a murmur mixed with a low echo that humans could not understand came out of her mouth. At this moment, Gwen noticed the shadow behind Melita. The shadow was gradually breaking free from the constraints of the optical law. A pair of huge dragon wings were spreading out from the shadow. Her shadow was turning into a dragon.
Gwen nodded. "I already know the answer. No need to answer."
Melita's shadow quickly recovered. Her dragonized eyes and scales also returned to normal.
She looked into Gwen's eyes and said softly, "We are still in the trap."
Finally, Gwen came into contact with the real secret.
He looked at the deputy who had returned to normal and was suddenly curious. "You told me so much … because you have improved the 'contact level'?"
Melita nodded. "Yes."
After that, Gwen and Melita? Pânia talked a lot.
But in the end, he did not find out more about the Dragons, including where they lived, the size of the Mithril Vault on the continent, what the Dragons' plan in the face of the Demonic Tide and the Black Trap, and what they would do next on the continent.
Obviously, even if the 'contact level' was improved, Melita still had to keep a lot of secrets.
However, Gawain was already very satisfied with this conversation.
He had gained more than he had expected.
But at the same time, he also knew that since the Mithril Vault, or rather, the Dragons, took the initiative to be honest with him, it was not for nothing.
"What do you want from me?" Gwen asked. "The so-called 'contact level' is probably not as simple as you telling me a lot of secrets, right?"
"In fact, we really don't want anything." Melita shook her head gently. "Even this upgrade is due to my negligence and accident. We just want to be quiet bystanders. If there is anything we need you to do, we hope that you can continue to cooperate with us, as always, and keep our common secrets."
Gwen could not help but laugh. "To be honest, you should have told me before keeping secrets."
"There is no difference." Melita spread out her hands. "It is better to be honest than to be calculative when talking to people like you. We believe that you are not a person who likes to spread the news, and … we don't really care if you will tell these secrets or not.
"The Mithril Vault has existed on the continent for many years. Hundreds of dynasties and countless people have come into contact with us. Over the long years, there have been many shocking 'secrets' about the Mithril Vault. Some of them have even been popular for a century, but in the end, they have become incomplete history and legends with the change of dynasties.
"You can tell everyone about today's conversation. Believe me, after a century, it will become a story. After two centuries, it will become a rural legend. And by the third century … even your descendants won't believe it."
Gwen wanted to say that she had underestimated the ability of the short-lived species to pass on information. But when he thought of the more than 80 wives mentioned in a certain Knight, he was suddenly speechless.
As long as time passed, history would eventually be mixed with legends.
Gwen, who had witnessed the long history of the Mithril Vault, had to admit this point.
"I am not interested in spreading the secret if it is not necessary," Gwen said.
"That would be best."
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