Hearing the voice from behind, the veiled woman turned around, and she saw a half-elf with pointed ears standing not far away, holding a large bag of fried beans in his hand, chatting Chewing bang bang bang while looking at himself suspiciously.
"Can you... see me?" The woman wearing a veil—Melita Bonia looked at this half-elf who had met once in surprise. Of course, she remembered him, as a senior agent of Mithril Treasure People, her memory is very good, so she also clearly remembers the fighting power of this half-elf guard. Can a half-elf who is stronger than a goose and limited can see himself easily
"Is it difficult to see you?" Amber chewed the fried beans. She still hadn't remembered who the veiled woman in front of her was, whose painting style was different from that of the entire camp, so her face was full of curiosity. "By the way, who are you? A merchant who came to do business? Finally, there are merchants willing to come here?"
I don't know how she connected the person in front of her with the businessman...
"Businessman... If you have to say that, it seems good," Melita smiled, and removed her own concealment effect and psychological suggestion spell. Fortunately, there is no one else nearby, otherwise the people coming and going will see the street. There was probably another commotion at the Great Change, "Are you the guard of Duke Gawain Cecil? Please show me the way. I'm here to talk to him."
"Oh (crunch), good," Amber casually threw two fried beans into her mouth, then walked up to Melita and stretched out her hand, "(crunch) three copper coins."
Melita was stunned for a moment: "Why?"
"Take the toll (crunch)."
Melita: "...are you interested in working in Mithril Vault?"
"Huh?" Amber was stunned for a moment, and then she was reminded of the word Mithril Treasure, and she immediately remembered something, and she pulled a few meters away from Melita, "Ah! Mithril Treasure house! I remember! I saw you last time!"
"It's me," Melita smiled, feeling that this half-elf is really interesting, and her every startled reaction is exaggerated and impressive, "Your lord invited me here, so now you Do you still have to pay the toll?”
"Tch, I thought I could get some extra money—I can't even earn an errand fee for that old rice dumpling, what a loss," Hu Po whispered, and then waved her hand, "Okay, okay, come with me Come, I'll take you to see him."
Led by Amber, Melita quickly came to the depths of the territory. She saw a large tent standing in the center of the open space, and the foundation had already been laid beside the open space, and a large number of bricks, wood and stones were piled up on the side, as if Getting ready to build a big house.
"He's in the tent, he shouldn't be taking a nap at this point," Amber strode towards the tent, "You wait outside, I'll go in and let you know."
After a while, Melita heard the half-elf's carefree voice from inside the tent: "Gawain! The agent named my little pony is here to find you!"
Melita frowned suspiciously: How could that guy and the people around him pronounce it so strangely
Gao Wen has been waiting for the agent lady to visit for many days, and he finally waited for her today—the agent lady is still dressed similarly to last time, wearing a peculiar gauze dress and a lavender veil covering her face , mysterious and elegant temperament.
Amber saw the agent wandering around the brick kiln factory, and before that, no one had reported that outsiders had come to the territory.
This is really a young lady accompanied by mystery.
"Long time no see, Miss Melita," Gawain stood up from behind the table with a smile on his face, "I thought you would have to wait a long time to come, after all, the traffic here is not very convenient. Please take a seat."
"There are always many convenient ways to the Mithril Treasury," Melita also smiled, "and I'm glad you finally pronounced my name correctly."
Gao Wen was suddenly a little embarrassed: "Ahaha... Don't say it's so full, maybe you will have to read it wrong next time."
"The Duke is really a funny person." Melita bowed and said decently.
She still didn't take off her veil, but Gao Wen obviously didn't care about it, he just looked at the agent from Mithril Treasury curiously: "You seem to have 'visited' my territory? How do you feel?" ?”
"It's a very nice place, better than I imagined, and there are many strange... magic devices," Melita said frankly, "But what I'm more curious about is here—you are still living in a tent, but you are still living in a tent. It's strange to have those civilians living in log cabins."
"Most of them are workshops or places for technicians to live, and the infrastructure construction of the territory must be prioritized," Gao Wen explained, "As for this place... you should have seen the large open space next to the tent. The first tent will also be dismantled soon."
Melita opened her eyes slightly: "I thought it was a barracks for knights and soldiers. It seems that you don't plan to build a castle for yourself?"
"I'll talk about it later when conditions permit, but it's a waste to build that now," Gao Wen waved his hand, "Let's not talk about that, let's talk about the real business."
"Of course," Melita still remembered her purpose of coming here, "please show me the ring you got."
Gawain took out the Mithril Ring obtained from the cultist on the spot, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Melita.
The agent lady narrowed her eyes slightly the moment she saw the silver-white ring, and her eyes became serious: it is obvious that the thing is indeed real.
She picked up the ring, put it in front of her and observed it carefully, and rubbed the inside of the ring to confirm the encrypted patterns. Finally, she put the ring to her lips and whispered a few syllables.
The syllables sounded fuzzy and indistinguishable, and Gawain quickly realized that they were not ordinary spellcasting spells. The whispering sound was not even what a human's vocal chords could make. After a few syllables fell, a layer of hazy light suddenly appeared on the surface of the ring, and it trembled slightly.
After more than ten seconds, these phenomena gradually dissipated.
After completing this spell that seemed to be a special appraisal, Melita exhaled lightly, but her voice did not relax at all, but was extremely serious: "It's true...it's a token of honor from the Mithril Vault, and its owner is Bard Wendell."
"Bud Wendell?" Gawain frowned. He probably didn't recognize the big names of the time, but he was familiar with many of their surnames. "I've heard of the surname Wendell before. There is a stunned young man in that group whose surname is Wendell."
"That's right, Bud Wendell, the heir of the Wendell family of the Typhon Empire," Melita's eyes looked serious, "You should be able to imagine that the Wendell family is as old as your Cecil family, and has been passed down to this day It is already one of the most famous families in the Typhon Empire. The contemporary Grand Duke Ferdinand Wendell is the most powerful "Knight Lord" in the Typhon Empire, and also the wolf general of the previous generation, and he is the "fool" in your mouth Green' offspring."
"Knight lord?" Gawain frowned, "Is it the kind of lord I know?"
"No, that is a unique title after the Typhon Empire reformed its military system," Melita explained casually, "The Typhon Empire has carried out many reforms in recent decades, especially in terms of military system, they will All knights, warriors, mages and other extraordinary fighters have been reorganized and registered to form the 'Imperial Legion' that is not based on the private soldiers of nobles from all over the place, and the Knight Lord is the military leader who commands the knights in this legion."
Gao Wenwen was just asking casually, but he didn't expect to hear this kind of news. He frowned suddenly: "The Typhon Empire has established a professional and regular Legion of Transcendents?!"
"That's right," Melita nodded logically, "That's why their military strength has developed so fast."
"...the gang in the royal capital," Gao Wen subconsciously clenched his fists, "I didn't hear any news about this in Ansu, and even asked the nobles when I was in the royal capital, I couldn't find out about these things. !"
"Ah, they don't really know nothing about what happened in neighboring countries, but it's hard to say why they don't want to take it to heart." Melita shrugged indifferently. We can discuss it later, let’s continue talking about the cultists and the ring.”
"Alright," Gawain let go of his fist, "The owner of this ring, Bud Wendell, what is his relationship with the contemporary Grand Duke Ferdinand Wendell?"
"Bud Wendell is the only son of Grand Duke Ferdinand, and also the previous generation of Wolf General," Melita said without a word, "and the most important thing is that he disappeared more than ten years ago!"
Gawain's eyes became strange: "The heir of the Wendell family, the general of the Typhon Empire, it would be no surprise if he is a major customer of your Mithril Treasury, but... what I saw in Tanzan Town was a five-year-old man. A level fallen druid!"
The difference between these two identities is so huge that Gao Wen couldn't connect them at all. He glanced at the ring in Melita's hand and shook his head subconsciously: "Now I'm starting to suspect that it's that cultist again. Steal or pick up this ring."
"Unfortunately, your suspicion is still unfounded," Melita shook her head, "I have already checked, and apart from your contact records, this ring has not been touched by anyone who does not meet your identity, in other words In other words, this ring has been worn by Bud Wendell before this, and has never changed hands.
"The fifth-level fallen druid you saw... is Bud Wendell himself."
Gao Wen was stunned and speechless.
But soon, several details flashed through his mind:
When fighting against cultists before, the opponent always subconsciously engaged in melee combat. Even if he had stronger magic power, he chose to hide in the shadows and assassinate himself with a sword.
During the battle, the cultist showed extremely superb sword skills, and his experience with swords was obviously very rich.
The cultist's weapon was a one-handed sword, and the weapon used by that Tirian Wendell in the East Road Pioneering Group was also a one-handed sword. The swordsmanship of the two seems to be very close, and the possibility of the same line is very high...