Gawain didn't know the bold and unreasonable idea in Rebecca's mind, but he also knew that Viscount Andrew's protection of Cecil's people must not be free - the lord swore to defend the people to the death, and the whole people stood by and helped each other. The era of selfless dedication to rebuilding civilization has long passed. Although the Kingdom of Ansu seven hundred years later has not yet returned to the glory of the Gondor era, the nobles' skills in selfishness are self-taught. At the full level, there is no doubt that Rebecca has been burdened with a debt from heaven since the day when the refugees led by Cecil entered Tanzan Town.
But it's better to carry this debt than to die.
"The Cecil family will appreciate your help," Gawain broke the silence, "but the disaster itself is more important right now."
Viscount Andrew noticed Gawain sitting between Rebecca and Hetty from the very beginning, and he was very curious about this dignified man in ancient aristocratic attire with a big sword beside him. There is no such person in the known aristocratic circles—but judging from the respectful attitude of Hetty and Rebecca when facing this man, this man is by no means an ordinary person.
So after Gao Wen opened his mouth, he took the opportunity to ask: "Excuse me, I was curious just now—Who are you?"
"The ancestor of the Cecil family, the pioneer among the pioneers, one of the seven founding generals of Ansu, the Grand Duke of the South, Gawain Cecil," Hetty had been waiting for this question for a long time, and immediately stood up, He introduced with a serious face, "You should have grown up listening to this name since you were a child—he is the First Glory of the Dawn."
Gao Wen tried his best to show a serious look without anger and prestige with a stern face, and nodded slightly in response to Hetty's forced blow, but he still couldn't help being taken aback when he heard the last sentence, and quietly followed Rebecca next to him asked, "What the hell is that last name?"
Rebecca quickly explained: "The posthumous title given to you by the founder of the country after your death..."
Gao Wen was shocked: "... that old middle school student can't think of a better name?!"
On the side of Viscount Andrew, the meticulous orthodox nobleman's first reaction after hearing Hetty's words was a blank expression.
Did this lady go crazy because of her family's catastrophe and being frightened by monsters, resulting in too much mental stress
Just like what Gawain thought at the beginning: unless they saw it with their own eyes, it was impossible for others to believe that the ancestor of the Cecil family would crawl out of the coffin, even the well-informed nobles and scholars Knowledgeable mages will not believe this kind of fantasy—on the contrary, ordinary people who don't know a single word but are full of superstitious thoughts may believe it.
After hearing Hetty's words, Andrew did not immediately ask the attendants to come up to feed the lady medicine, which is already very self-restraint.
"Ma'am, please allow me... uh... let me think about it," Andrew tried to adjust his expression, as if trying to find a way to express his emotions without being too rude, but in the end he couldn't help but tell the truth, "I I know you've had unimaginable nightmares, but aren't you taking such a whimsical story... a little too far?"
Hetty's expression remained unchanged: "I know you will have this reaction. In fact, even we ourselves can't believe that all this is true, but the ancestor of the Cecil family has indeed awakened from his long sleep. We saw him with our own eyes. Sitting up from the coffin, he still holds the pioneer sword in his hand, and we have also verified that he is really resurrected, not a trick like the resurrection of the undead... "
Andrew showed a dumbfounding expression: "If you have any request to me, please say it directly, this..."
Gawain waved his hand and told Hetty to sit down. He put the Pioneer Sword on the table and turned to look at Viscount Andrew: "Viscount, what do you think is the point of Hetty telling such a lie? A viscount is surrounded by monsters and elements. The tide is destroyed, and there is a dragon appearing in the sky above our territory. An event of this level can already directly alarm His Majesty the King in the capital. In such a terrible situation, we will arrange for a person to wear an ancient costume , took a poor-quality ancient sword, and came to your castle to tell you a story from the Arabian Nights, just for fun?"
While talking, he injected the magic power in his body into the pioneer sword, and with the injection of magic power, dark red lines appeared on the ancient long sword again, this time its lines were clearer, and Near the hilt is a heraldic pattern of sharp blades and iron plows intersecting—that is the emblem set by the Cecil family on the day Ansu was established, representing the family emblem of the pioneering years.
Knights also have magic, but the way they use magic is completely different from mages.
Although the Pioneer Sword has lost most of its former power, the most basic identification features are still there. Andrew was a little dazed when he saw the sword—he had never seen the real Pioneer Sword, but this The replica of the sword was enshrined in the royal temple of the king's capital. He had the honor to see that replica a few years ago, so he would not be mistaken.
If the sword on the table is not a counterfeit made by the Cecil family, then it can only be the real thing—the real thing that was sealed in the Cecil family cemetery, even if their family declined, no one would dare to think about it .
Will this declining family dig up the graves of their ancestors, dig out the holy sword and use it to tell a big lie
Andrew hesitated. If this matter is really a farce, then the cost of this farce is a bit scary, but if it is not a farce...
The fact that the ancestors suddenly ran out of the grave while they were still alive, no one would dare to believe it! !
"You can find an elf craftsman to verify the authenticity of this sword. This sword was made by their clansmen back then. They know how to check the elf seal. You can also compare the portraits of the founding princes with me. For a moment, although I have been asleep for seven hundred years, my appearance has not changed much." Gawain looked at Andrew's uncertain face and said with a smile, "If you can do it, you can also look for it. Have you participated in the second development, the elf mercenaries who have lived in seclusion in the mountains, maybe there are people who know me."
"No, there's no need," Viscount Andrew waved his hand. He rubbed the center of his brows, feeling that what happened before him was really not something he was good at handling. "Since it's a legendary hero like you... sleep for seven hundred years and then come back to life. It might be possible.”
Even though he said so, anyone with a discerning eye could tell at a glance that the Viscount probably still didn't quite believe in Gawain's identity, and he just found an excuse to temporarily suspend this discussion under dubious circumstances.
He already figured it out—what did it have to do with him when the ancestor of the Cecil family jumped out of the coffin? Why worry about whether this matter is true or not, since the Cecil family says it is true, let's take it as true.
Anyway, he was just an ancient man who had been dead for seven hundred years.
And after thinking through these things, Viscount Andrew seemed to be belatedly aware of a detail that Gao Wen mentioned just now: "Wait a minute, just now you said...a dragon appeared near here?!"
"That's right, Blue Dragon, I don't know where it came from, but it ended up heading northwest..." Gawain nodded, and then took the opportunity to tell him everything that happened in Cecil's territory, "...that's how it happened .”
"Aberrations... Monsters from the Devil's Tide Era... and dragons... My God..." Viscount Andrew's brows seemed to be knit into a ball, and the blush on his pale face faded, "What happened to this world..."
"What happens to the world is something that scholars and His Majesty the King have to consider. What we have to do is to pass on what happened here to the city of Saint-Sunil as soon as possible," Hetty interrupted Andrew, "The matter is already very serious. "
"I have sent a messenger to report the news of the attack on the Cecil Territory," said Viscount Andrew. "The messenger set off on a fast horse. It should be halfway there by now."
It seems that this Viscount Andrew can still do some practical things. Not only did he accept the refugees from the neighboring territories, but he also sent messengers to report to the king immediately. This should be considered very good among the border nobles of this era. But Dee had to make a further request: "Viscount Andrew, this is not enough—the matter has become so serious that Rebecca must meet His Majesty in person. Moreover, Grand Duke Cecil woke up from his long sleep, and he also has to go to the royal capital It will do. We appreciate your help to the Cecil family, but we still need more help."
Andrew lowered his eyelids slightly when he heard Hetty's words, as if he was thinking about it, then he stood up and walked back and forth in front of the long table with his hands behind his back.
"What do you all need? Fast horses? Supplies? Guards?"
"We need them all," Rebecca said courageously, "and we still need you to help take care of the people of Cecil Territory for a while—until we return from the capital and have a new territory to house those people... "
"That's the point," Viscount Andrew raised his hand, interrupting Rebecca, "I'm actually about to talk about this: I've done my best to help my neighbors, and I'm happy to Be a generous man, but I'm nothing more than a Viscount, how much can I give to feed those refugees?"
Gao Wen picked up the cold black tea in front of him, took a sip, and thought that this Mr. Viscount finally talked about "business".
Rebecca said impatiently: "Knight Philip brought a batch of gold and silver with him when he broke through. Those gold and silver should be enough..."
"Of course, I know the gold and silver," Viscount Andrew interrupted Rebecca again, "please rest assured, I am not a person who takes advantage of others' dangers, but both medicinal materials and food require costs. I should have said it just now? Then When a brave knight arrived in Tanzania Town, he was already wounded, and almost all the soldiers and civilians he brought were also wounded. In order to treat them, I used the best medicine in the territory and invited the best priest , These are very expensive, and the gold and silver are just enough."
Rebecca's eyes widened.
"Of course, I still want to emphasize that I will not take advantage of others' danger," Viscount Andrew continued, "So I will continue to take in those refugees and help you as much as possible. I just want to make sure—when I do After all this, is the Cecil family still able to repay the debt?"