When both sides chose to be open with each other, the conversation naturally became a lot more relaxed.
At Gwen's request, Melita no longer used the courtesy of "Mithril Vault Agent" to talk to him. She no longer used "you" in her speech, which was obviously a sign of trust in this situation.
Talking to a dragon was a novel and interesting experience, but the real Dragons were obviously not the same as the messy myths and legends. Gwen knew the legends, which were passed down among bards, recorded on ancient stone tablets, and recorded in the obscure notes of occultists. Humans seemed to like to use exaggerated and full of mystery to describe such powerful creatures. In the legends, Dragons were powerful, proud, and the rulers of the sky. Legend had it that they were astonishingly fanatical about glittering treasures. In ancient times, they particularly liked to plunder human kingdoms. There was even a legend that the ancestors of the Kingdom of Gondor were dragon slayers. They defeated the Giant Dragon in exchange for human rule over the continent.
Melita? Pânia seemed to be particularly helpless about these legends.
"We are a highly civilized race, but the description of us in the stories you mentioned is more like powerful and unrestrained beasts. Dragons are fond of treasures, but when have we ever plundered them? Isn't it faster to do business than to rob? "
Gwen admired the Dragons' calm attitude on this issue.
"The races on this continent always like to make up such stories. It has been better in the last dozen or so centuries. There was a period of time when you humans were particularly prosperous in slaying dragons. It seemed that if a young man from the village did not kill a dragon or two, he was not qualified to appear in the bards' stories," Melita said. "The trend even attracted the attention of the Council. We sent a special observer to the Lolun Continent to investigate if there were any Dragons who went out on a mission and had conflicts with the human kingdoms. As a result, the observer brought back three bards who lived in our kingdom for a lifetime."
"The unknown is unsettling. For a powerful and mysterious race, naturally someone would arrange a bunch of sensational legends for them," Gwen commented helplessly. Then he changed the topic. "But sometimes the story of the Giant Dragon destroying the kingdom is not entirely fabricated out of thin air, is it?"
"Why do you say so?" Melita immediately opened her eyes wide. "We did not do that …"
Gwen spread out his hands. "The old Cecil was destroyed by the dragon flame."
Melita choked on the second half of her sentence. She coughed and coughed. "Ahem, ahem …"
"That can't be you, right?" Gwen looked at Melita's reaction and recalled the characteristics of the Giant Dragon that he had seen.
"Were you there?" Melita recovered from her coughing and looked at Gwen in surprise. "Why didn't I see it …"
"So it was you." Gwen looked Melita up and down. Although he had confirmed the truth, it was still difficult for him to associate the petite lady in front of him with the dragon shadow that blotted out the sky. "Then it seems that we have to meet more often."
"I had no choice at that time." Melita's voice seemed to have a trace of embarrassment. "The land had been infected by magic energy, and the number of aberrations had exceeded the proliferation threshold. Only by burning the pollution could I stop the situation from worsening."
"I understand. I have dealt with the aberrations before." Gwen waved his hand. "I am not bringing this up to condemn you. Just consider it as satisfying my curiosity. And I am also curious about another thing. What do you Dragons think of me, a person who has come back from the dead?"
Melita? Pânia looked at Gwen carefully and said hesitantly, "In fact, at the beginning, your resurrection only brought us chaos."
Gwen frowned and said with a puzzled tone, "Chaos?"
"… It took us more than a month to find the things you had hidden in the treasure vault …"
Gwen was speechless.
This was very reasonable.
Melita continued, "Then we mobilized a large number of manpower to investigate the graves of all the clients who had signed a safekeeping agreement with the Mithril Vault and died during the period of the agreement. Every grave was checked, even if there was no corpse left, we also summoned the souls to confirm it."
Gwen was speechless.
That was even more f * cking reasonable.
For a moment, he even had a little doubt about the business of the legendary Mithril Vault. "I signed an indefinite safekeeping agreement with you. Would you take away the things during the safekeeping period just because the client died —"
"No, please do not doubt our professional ethics." Melita immediately interrupted Gwen. "We will not misappropriate the client's safekeeping during the safekeeping period. It's just that … we will move them to the bigger vault, and it will be difficult to find them."
Gwen felt that it was better to end this topic that made both humans and dragons doubt their lives.
It seemed that they had finished talking about everything.
"In any case, I'm glad that we've gotten to know each other better," he stood up and extended his hand to Melita, "As you said, the Dragon Clan has no ill intentions towards the world. I'm willing to believe that, and I hope you can believe that, I don't hate the Dragon Clan."
"It's also our gain to be able to find a friend in the secular kingdom that we can communicate with honestly." Melita held Gawain's hand. "Our honesty came from an accident. Fortunately, this accident brought about a good result."
Gwen looked at Melita's lilac eyes, which were beyond the veil, and his expression became slightly serious. "I am a person who has experienced many incredible things. Please believe that what I have really experienced is more than what you know about Gwen Cecil. I know much more about Cecil. I can accept all kinds of unimaginable truths, including the demon wave and the Black Trap. If you find the time to tell me, or find a way to tell me, please come at any time. I am ready at any time. "
"I will pass on your words to the council."
Melita said calmly. She used the word "you" again, not to show alienation, but to show seriousness.
Gwen nodded and said, "Also, about the Mithril Vault stores in Cecil …"
Melita blinked. "Do you want to shut them down?"
"Keep them open." Gwen smiled. His answer surprised Melita. "As long as they operate legally and pay taxes according to the law, I have no reason to shut them down."
He could not shut down the Mithril Vault, or in other words, he could not shut down the agents of the Dragons.
Even if he and Melita were having a good chat, it could not change the gap between the Dragons and the Principality of Cecil. The Dragons were a high-level civilization that had gone through countless years. Their history spanned even the Demonic Tide. Their business on the continent was more powerful than any human kingdom. If they wanted to "observe", Gwen could not shut them down now.
Without the Mithril Vault, they might be able to build a Black Iron Vault or a Gold Vault the next day. And it would be completely hidden.
At the very least, the Mithril Treasure Vault was still registered in the government office. This was equivalent to a third-party intelligence organization. For a ruler, if he couldn't clean up all the hidden dangers, he had to at least ensure that these factors were within his control.
"The Dragons will remember this trust." After a moment of silence, Melita lowered her head slightly. "Don't worry. Maybe it won't be long before we have a deeper level of trust."
"I'll be waiting for that day."
Gwen smiled as he watched Melita walk to the door of the study. But he suddenly remembered something and quickly called out to her. "Wait a minute. Don't you want this box?"
He picked up the box full of Mithril Rings and shook it in front of the agent.
Based on his experience of watching TV in his past life, he thought that the agent would just wave her hand and say that these things were no longer important. After all, these Mithril Rings were just a way for her to start a conversation with him. They should not be that precious.
But in fact, Melita quickly walked back and took the box in her hand. "Ah, I forgot about this..."
Gwen: "... My Miss.
Miss Pony, is this important? "
"Very important. Also, why did your accent change back? "
Gwen waved his hand. "I'm more used to calling you that."
Melita glanced at Gwen and shook her head. "Humans are really hard to understand."
Then the elegant and mysterious agent grabbed her box and limped away.
Gwen stood quietly behind the desk for a while, then turned his head and looked at the corner by the window.
It was empty, and there was no sign of life.
Amber had left early.
He shook his head helplessly, stepped forward, opened the window, and shouted into the yard. "Come back. She's gone!"
The next second, a swift shadow cut through the air and rushed into the study, and the figure of the half-elf lady condensed in the middle of the room.
Amber patted her chest with an exaggerated expression of fear. "Oh my God! Oh my God! That Melita is a dragon?! You stayed in the same room with a humanoid Giant Dragon for two hours?! "
When Melita first entered the study, the Elven Shame was still in the room, but as usual, she stayed hidden. But Gwen sensed it clearly. The moment Melita revealed her identity as a Giant Dragon, this fellow rushed out.
Melita must have noticed this, but she obviously didn't care about this little half-elf.
"Compared to this, as the lord's guard, you actually ran away in the first place. Is that appropriate?" Gwen glanced at Amber. "I thought you would at least run to call for help, but you actually just caught ants in the yard for two hours?"
Hu Po had a shameless look on his face. "I did want to call for help, but after observing for a while, I realized that the two of you were chatting quite well, so I didn't call for help. What did you say again? This is called not alerting the enemy …"
It seemed that this fellow didn't run far, but observed the situation nearby. This made Gwen feel a little relieved.
"I can't teach you those words normally, you just use them whenever you have the chance." Gwen shook his head, then pondered for a moment, and ordered, "Do some proper business. Put all the Mithril Vault stores and agents in the territory under surveillance, and pay more attention to them."
"Secret surveillance?"
"Secret surveillance will do."
Gwen couldn't expel the Giant Dragon's agent, and he didn't want to strangle the relationship with the giant Dragon. If possible, he would rather have a good relationship with this ancient and powerful alien civilization, but this didn't mean that he would do nothing.
He kept the Mithril Vault and its agents in the territory, but carried out appropriate monitoring. This was a very normal move, and it would not provoke the Dragons, and it also allowed the Government Office to maintain a minimum of control over the low-level agents.
He had a judgment — based on the relationship between the Dragons and the Black Trap, their attention to the secular world, and their own possible level of civilization, keeping those agents and low-level stores... would come in handy sooner or later.
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