When Gawain took a quick and secret look at Noretta, the senior agent from Mithril Vault who temporarily replaced Melita Pernia also took a second look at Gawain—she really liked this human being. There is some curiosity, resurrection from the dead, legendary pioneering heroes, overthrowing a kingdom, establishing a new order... In Noretta's long life, she has seen many "legendary" characters in the human world, Even among these people, Gao Wen was quite special.
She controlled her gaze and expression, with a faint smile: "So, what do you want to consult?"
"Strictly speaking, it's not a consultation, but I want to confirm something with the 'Dragon Clan' behind the Mithril Treasury." Gawain waved his hand, showing a serious look, "That's right, a large magic that we set up in the Holy Spirit Plain not long ago The device captured some mysterious signals. After multiple comparisons, humans, elves, and even sea monsters couldn't figure out the source of these signals, so now I suspect that these signals come from dragons.
"Considering the development of magic technology, in order to avoid any misunderstanding between humans and dragons in the future, I think it is necessary to... confirm with you."
"Mysterious signal?" The woman in the white skirt who called herself Noretta raised her eyebrows, and her expression became a little more serious. "What is it...?"
"We haven't deciphered it yet. It's a series of very short tremors and echoes. Its structural form has never been seen before, which confuses scholars, but we have recorded a copy of it with magic crystals." Gawain said As he spoke, he made a casual move to the side, and a palm-sized light blue crystal flake that was placed on the disposal shelf not far away flew into his hand without a sound.
This is a recording medium improved by Kamel. Its prototype is the memory crystal commonly used by traditional mages. After optimizing the etching structure in the crystal and implementing more advanced standardized production, more and more similar recording media are being produced. The ground is applied to devices such as magic net terminals and immersion chambers.
"It exists here," Gao Wen said, "but I don't know what equipment you dragons usually use to read similar things. This may require some transformation..."
"No, I can sense its magic power structure." Noretta interrupted Gawain, she reached out to take the crystal slice, her fingers gently stroked the fine rune marks on one side, a pair of light-colored Immediately, a star-like light appeared in his eyes. In this brief moment, Gao Wen felt that the magic around the agent lady in front of him suddenly became extremely active and complicated, as if there was a The extremely high-level magic was compressed into a square inch and completed in an instant.
In just a moment, Noretta finished reading and recording the storage medium, and she handed the slightly hot crystal slice to Gao Wen: "I have recorded it, and I will hand it over to my superior for further analysis and processing Thank you very much for your timely notification and sincere attitude, which is really beneficial for us to maintain a good relationship."
Gao Wen took the crystal slice, and couldn't help but take a deep look at the woman in the white dress in front of him: "Excellent magic skills—Melita has never shown it in front of me."
"In fact, she's not good at this either." Noretta smiled slightly. "I'm usually in charge of handling documents in the rear or doing command and support work. These are just 'little skills' that I will use in some jobs."
"It seems that Mithril Treasury has a complex and effective job structure. I'm a little curious about it," Gao Wen said casually with a smile, "Then, I can just wait for the news later?"
"I won't keep you waiting for too long," Noretta nodded, "We will complete the analysis and comparison of the signals as soon as possible. In addition, although I can't give you a clear answer now, just from the content I just read Let's see... this thing probably didn't come from Tarrond either."
"... Isn't it a dragon?"
"We use another communication technology that doesn't generate signals with this characteristic," Noretta nodded, "but this world is very vast, and there are many corners and secrets that even the dragons don't know much about. Some things are only me It is only clear to my superiors, so I still have to report, maybe the big treasurer and high-ranking members of Mithril Treasury can find out where this thing came from."
"Then thank you very much."
…
Spirit had been on the shores of this desolate and desolate coast for almost a week.
Except for some beasts that are not common on land and are not very afraid of humans, there are only lush plants, humid and warm sea breeze, and the ruins of towns covered by shrubs and vines.
Earl Owen Dyson stood on a reef by the coast. When the glorious sun gradually rose to half, he took out the gold-plated mechanical watch from his arms, and opened the watch cover to take a look.
At about the same time, several swaying figures appeared on a path leading to the depths of the island on the coast, and several sailors got out from the path covered by bushes and tall grass.
"Half an hour later than the scheduled meeting time," Earl Owen asked calmly after the sailors arrived. "Are you in trouble?"
A sailor wearing a red turban stood upright, gave a military salute, and at the same time reported meticulously: "Report to the captain, when we returned, we encountered a huge python. It may have mutated under the magical environment, but it has been resolved."
"Well," Earl Owen nodded, "Did you find anything?"
"There is only one abandoned manor. Like the town in the center, there are traces of second repairs," the sailor said while taking something out of his arms. "In addition, we found this manor in the manor. .”
Earl Owen took the item handed by the sailor. He saw that it was a badly worn amulet. The logo on the front of the amulet was completely unclear, but judging from the material, it should have been a magic item.—Owen Dyson Saw something similar a while ago.
"It was left by the son of the storm... It should have been thrown in this place for more than ten years," the Typhon nobleman quickly judged when the amulet was abandoned, "It seems that at least ten years ago, the storm The sons still occupy these islands near the dividing line between the near sea and the far sea, but then they abandoned these strongholds close to the human world and went to deeper seas... "
"These cultists have been occupying the property that belongs to the empire, and they regard the facilities on these islands as their own," behind Owen Dyson, the first officer of the Spirit could not help muttering in a disgusted tone, " They left their demented graffiti all over the town, and then just walked away. I wish they were swallowed by the deep sea, and let them be sacrificed by their fanaticism to the monsters in the deep sea."
"I don't care about the fate of the cultists," Earl Owen said casually. He put away the talisman and looked at the first officer. "How is the situation on the Spirit?"
"We have repaired the anti-magic shell, the shield group and the two magic engines, but there are still some problems with the transmission mechanism connected to the engines. The technicians said that those big guys need professional facilities in the port to completely repair them. What in this area? On the beach where there is none, they can only 'cure a leg'."
"To what extent can it be repaired? Can it sail?"
"It's okay to start sailing, but the speed is only about two-thirds of the previous level, and once we encounter the level of 'disordered turbulence' before, the entire drive shaft will be broken," the first officer said frankly, and finally seemed In order to strengthen the persuasion, I emphasized it again, "100% will be broken."
"Since this is already the result of the best efforts of the technicians, we can only accept it. We have to return. I believe that the Spirit will overcome this difficulty, and our luck should not be so lucky that we will encounter two in a row in offshore waters." turbulence," Earl Owen said, looking back at the Courage docked not far away on the sea—that beautiful and advanced magic ship was lying quietly between the gentle waves, covered with magic metal The high-power magnetic storm crystals on the hull and bow glistened under the huge sun. After a brief gaze, the earl withdrew his gaze, "Notify the mechanical team and make final adjustments to the engine. We will set sail in three hours."
The first officer nodded, and casually took out a short staff inlaid with many precious stones from his waist. As the gems on the staff lit up one by one, he released the communication technique, and conveyed the captain's order to the guard on the Spirit personnel.
After watching the first mate finish all this, Earl Owen nodded and looked towards the depths of the island: "Take a few people, and we will go to that town again."
The first mate glanced at the earl, but didn't ask any questions. He quickly selected the capable and alert sailors, and together with the earl, they set foot on the path leading to the center of the island.
Stepping on the ancient stone road with obvious signs of repair but has been abandoned again, Owen Dyson walked towards the depths of this former imperial territory. The sailors who were in charge of finding the way before had already cleared away the bushes and vines blocking the way with spells and swords. In addition, the entire Thasos Island itself is not very big, so he quickly passed through the path covered by trees and came to On the edge of a quiet and lifeless town.
This is the largest human complex on the island of Thassos, and seven hundred years ago, it was also the first springboard for the offshore empire. During that prosperous but too short period, countless diligent builders, ambitious captains and businessmen, and adventurers who pursued their dreams gathered here. Spices, gold, precious minerals in the far sea, and rare things that are hard to see on land Things are all flowing here, and all of this made this humble Thasos Island a "gold-flowing place" that was very prosperous at that time.
And after that short golden age ended, here ushered in a longer sinking—the former sea asylums turned into crazy and depraved heretics in an instant, and the land of gold became the territory of the son of the storm. The wealth of the empire became the nourishment for the cultists to proliferate themselves, and in the end those who did not have time to withdraw...
Earl Owen raised his head and glanced at the abandoned houses and towers. The obscure runes left by the Sons of Storms can be seen everywhere in the old houses, and the original Typhon or Dyson family emblems have long been lost.
At the end of the road, in a small square, Earl Owen saw a pile of ashes still emitting fine smoke, and some broken sculpture fragments and ritual utensils could be vaguely seen in the pile of ashes—they were sailors. They found the relics of the dark sect from all over the town. The cultists who once entrenched here have been evacuated, and the sailors can only burn what they left behind.
Earl Owen bypassed the pile of ashes, bypassed the small square, and came to the town hall.
On the steps in front of the hall, a tattered dark blue banner was thrown on the ground, with the distorted emblems of storm and lightning depicted on the banner.
Owen looked down at the flag, and walked forward—he stepped on the steps with the sailors, passed through the open main door of the hall, and came to the empty assembly hall. Finally, he stopped in front of the deepest wall of the assembly hall Come down, and there are only two empty hooks on this wall, and a little moss growing along the wall.
The count looked up for a while, then lowered his head and started groping in his arms. Soon, he took out a piece of neatly folded cloth from his arms, and unfolded it carefully.
It was a flag that was very old, even so old that it had faded, but because the fabric was mixed with magic threads and had been carefully preserved, it was still intact after seven hundred years. On the solemn black background, the shield The coat of arms with the crown, though dimmed, is still clearly visible.
After scrutinizing it carefully, the count raised his hand and solemnly re-hung the banner of Typhon in the town hall of Thassos.
Then he untied another thing from his waist—a saber that had been passed down from generation to generation in his family.
The hilt of the saber is engraved with a light golden harpoon pattern, which is the coat of arms given to the first Earl Dyson by the founding king of Typhon seven hundred years ago. This sword represents the inheritance of the Dyson family. It also represents the glory of the first generation of builders of Thassos.
Swords and banners, these are the things that the ancestors of the family took away from Thassos when they evacuated from Thassos - that ancestor did not leave any last words to bring these things back to Thassos, because he was organizing He was buried in the sea during the second evacuation, but after that, the relics left by the ancestors became the long-term responsibility of Dyson's descendants.
After placing the saber under the flag, Earl Owen finally breathed a sigh of relief. He returned to the sailors, turned around, and watched the sword and flag on the wall quietly with everyone, just like seven hundred Like the people in this hall years ago.
After a few minutes, they left the town hall and started on their way back to the Spirit.
The brilliance of the huge sun shone on the ruined town, and there were unknown birds and beasts screaming in the nearby dense forest, and the lush plants continued to grow quietly on this land. In the direction of the distant coast, Spirit urged the crew to The loud and melodious flute is sounding as we return to the beach to gather.
…
Aldernan, in the study of the Obsidian Palace, Emperor Rosetta Augustus put down the documents in his hand, looked up at the two mages sitting opposite, with a smile on his face:
"After going through many hardships, there is finally good news from the 'Spirit' that has successfully landed on Thasos Island—today is a day worth celebrating, two masters."