Edmund Moen was smiling when he left. It seemed that the negotiation was quite satisfactory for him, but the prince declined Gawain's invitation to stay for dinner—he said he would Return to Silver Castle as soon as possible, the old king is still waiting for his good news.
After Edmund left, Rebecca commented: "He seems to be a very kind person—I thought the crown prince would be a particularly difficult person to get along with, a lot of court etiquette and so on..."
"That's because the person in front of him is an elder from seven hundred years ago, not a dilapidated border viscount." Gawain glanced at Rebecca, "Do you think he is showing his usual appearance here? On the contrary, just because his performance just now is almost completely in line with my communication habits, I can be sure that he has done a lot of homework before coming."
Rebecca: "Huh?"
Gao Wen thought for a while, and explained to her: "The so-called negotiation skills, no matter how many things are summed up, it is nothing more than meeting someone and saying something. At the beginning, he visited a very senior 'noble parent' as a prince. ', showing just the right amount of politeness and maturity, and then noticing my way of speaking and attitude, he immediately became relaxed and humorous, which made me more willing to talk to him more, which is a great skill. "
Rebecca scratched her hair: "... eh?"
Gawain sighed: "... you should study the four rubbing methods of the fireball technique."
No matter how stubborn Rebecca's head was, she could feel Gao Wen's deep helplessness at this moment, and she was a little nervous: "My lord ancestor, am I... a little too stupid in this regard?"
"Everyone has their own strengths, your talent is not here, so don't force it," Gao Wen patted Rebecca's head (he is tall because he can do whatever he wants), "And to be honest, I don't like this kind of intrigue, I still prefer the painting style of those days when a group of people put life and death aside and buried their heads in a desperate way to survive in the wasteland... "
Rebecca nodded half-understanding, and then asked curiously: "By the way, Mr. Zu, is what you just said true?"
Gao Wen: "What do you mean?"
Rebecca asked seriously: "Did you really give a red wine more than 30 names, and then each name was accompanied by a sonnet?"
Gao Wen sighed: "Of course it is true."
"Sounds amazing!"
"But in fact it was because of poverty, because at that time the pioneering team hadn't even reached the Holy Spirit Plains, and it was very difficult for everyone to fill their stomachs before they found the grain-producing areas. We named more than 30 names for a kind of wine because We had only one wine at the time, and it was the last cask, and we put sonnets on it because there was no entertainment other than that, so you know, the complicated etiquette and rules of the nobles are either enough to eat Either it’s too hungry, or it’s suffocating, it’s essentially a boring thing.”
Rebecca's eyes were shining brightly, and she felt that she had added a lot of knowledge - things that Aunt Hetty would never teach her!
At this time, the window of the room was suddenly pushed open, and Amber jumped in from the window. She threw herself on the chair, dangling her legs and joked with Gao Wen: "You are quite interesting, old man! With that said, my evaluation of you will surpass that of all nobles!"
"Don't call me old man, old man, I'm in my prime!" Gao Wen glared at Amber, "And didn't you be asked to patrol outside? Did you sneak in to be lazy?"
Amber swayed on the chair, as if she couldn't calm down for a moment: "I patrolled, and then I didn't find anything, so I came in to drink some water, you must let me rest—then again, how do you Is it so sure that someone will sneak in? Look at the princes, they all enter through the gate... "
"If all the princes come in through the wall, then Charlie will probably jump out of the coffin like me," Gawain's mouth twitched, "but not everyone who wants to know something from me will come in through the gate. I am here today, just waiting for these people."
"Okay, okay, now you are the boss," Amber waved her hand, poured herself a cup of tea and gulped it down, then got up and walked to the window, but before jumping out, she turned around and came back from the table that Gawain was preparing for tea. Squeeze two pieces out of the muffin, "It's cold outside, I'll eat something to make up for it."
Gawain regretted not holding the Pioneer Sword in his hand.
Then he looked at his great-granddaughter on the N+1 floor: "You go back to the house to rest first, and meet the king tomorrow, you must face it in the best condition."
Rebecca nodded, and then asked: "What about you, Mr. Ancestor?"
"I'm used to going to bed late, and I plan to go to the study," Gao Wen said, "It's kind of like revisiting the old place, I have to see how much this place has changed."
Rebecca said goodnight to Gao Wen obediently, turned and left the room, while Gao Wen stood there for a while and then walked towards the study on the second floor.
Gawain Cecil is famous for his martial arts, but he is not a warrior who only knows how to wield knives and guns. In fact, he can be regarded as half a polymath and a herbalist at the same time, and he likes to read books in his spare time, so in the crown In this mansion at No. 4 Street, in addition to a collection room for the owner to store weapons, armor and trophies, there is also a large study room.
Sitting in front of the desk restored by later generations, Gao Wen tapped the table with his fingers while meditating. His eyes moved between the quaint bookshelves and the paintings on the wall, and finally fell back on the table.
The memories that did not belong to him surged up again in his mind, which made him feel a little more familiar with these things in front of him. He lamented the dedication of the people of later generations - they not only restored the furniture here, but even the magic water feather on the desk The pen and paper were placed in the most familiar positions of Gawain Cecil's life, and this almost paranoid recovery even made him faintly afraid.
It was as if someone had known that he would come back and prepared this place specially.
But although the memory is clear, it is not his own after all, and it is difficult to resonate emotionally. Gao Wen quickly looked away, left the seat and fell on the ground, groping on the floor under the table.
A hidden compartment was opened, and he felt his fingers touch a piece of cold metal. After groping for a tab on the metal surface, he lifted it out of the hidden compartment.
It was an exquisite little box, exuding a cold silver light, and it was still as new after seven hundred years.
Seeing this small box, Gawain breathed a sigh of relief.
still.
Perhaps more than half of the things in this mansion are no longer original, but some things can be preserved for more than seven hundred years, such as a small safe made of mithril.
The box is engraved with complex magical patterns, but in addition to these patterns, a sword and shield emblem is cast from pure gold and star iron, with exquisite characters beside the emblem, as well as Charles I and Gawain Seymour Seal of the Union of Syr.
These marks and words, together with the secret orders passed down from generation to generation within the Moen family (Ansu royal family), can guarantee that even if someone rebuilds the main body of the house and finds this small box, it will be sealed in the original place again.
But this is also because it is not too late for Gao Wen to "resurrect", because the ancient secret orders and the deterrence of the previous emperor will lose their effectiveness over time, especially now that it is the second dynasty, the influence of the first dynasty It was falling to the bottom of the valley. If he came later and the mansion underwent a comprehensive renovation again, then no one could guarantee the whereabouts of this small box.
Gao Wen solemnly put the small box on the table. If the most important purpose of this trip to the capital is the "permanent development right", then the Mithril safe in front of him is the second most important purpose.
He didn't bring Rebecca to look for this box, not because he didn't trust his theoretical descendant, but because he wasn't sure if the box was still there. I'll show you something nice." The little girl was fooled by the expression, but she found nothing when she lay down on the ground, how embarrassing it was.
Gawain injected magic power into the magic patterns on the surface of the box according to the way he remembered, and then smeared a drop of his own blood on the emblem in the center of the box lid. There was a crisp mechanical sound inside this small magic item, and then its lid slightly pop up.
There are very few things inside, except for a few crystals that have lost their magic power and can only be used as decorations, there is only a platinum disc the size of a palm. Gawain put the few crystals aside for the time being, picked up the disk and looked at it.
Its surface is also engraved with complex magic lines, but apart from the magic lines, there are some characters that seem to float on the disk, constantly shaking slightly, which are the seals used to communicate with the elements.
"Okay, now I have the key..."
Gawain muttered something in a low voice, stuffing both the crystal and the disc into his arms, but just as he got up, a breeze suddenly brushed past his ears.
Immediately he picked up a short sword that was kept in reserve by the table, and at the same time his whole body tensed up, ready for battle.
"This sharpness and responsiveness, it seems that you are right," a young woman's voice came from outside the window, and Gao Wen noticed that the window of the study had opened at some time, and a veiled , A woman in a long purple dress floated out of nowhere in the air, and walked towards the window, "Please relax, if people like you and I fight, half the people in the city will be shocked..."
Before the woman finished speaking, a swift black shadow suddenly jumped down from the roof, accompanied by Amber's yelling: "Little thief! I finally caught you—ah!"
Hu Po, a master of shadow affinity, a ghost-level talent with full stealth and shadow steps, but because her frontal combat power is only 1.5 goose, she was easily beaten by a mysterious woman.
However, the mysterious woman also seemed to be taken aback. After knocking the amber away, she still hadn't reacted: "Just now... what was that?"
Gawain held the dagger in his hand, but he still didn't relax: "If you're right, it's my guard."
"Ah, I'm sorry," the mysterious woman hurriedly apologized, her attitude was surprising. She glanced at the direction where Amber fell, and turned her head to explain, "I rushed out suddenly, and I did it subconsciously. But don't worry, she's fine, A little dizzy at most."
Gao Wen breathed a sigh of relief, but his attitude did not relax at all: "Who the hell are you?"
"Sorry, it seems that my way of appearing was a little thoughtless." The mysterious woman stood on the window sill and bowed politely, "Mythril Treasure House sends you greetings, please allow me to introduce myself, I am your VIP commissioner , Melita Purnia, I am responsible for all your savings in the Holy Silver Treasury."
Gao Wen frowned: "My Little ony?"