Hearing Gao Wen's words, Victoria nodded slightly, while Grand Duke Baldwin raised his eyebrows: "Do I need to avoid it?"
"It doesn't matter," Gao Wen casually took a glass of red wine from the tray of an attendant passing by, and turned to look at Victoria, "it's about dragons."
"That's really just a rumor," Victoria said lightly, as cold as the wind in the Northland. If you don't know her well, you may even find her difficult to approach. "I have already sent someone to investigate, except for one Except for the drunkard, no one saw the so-called giant dragon."
"I'm not talking about that time, but in the hundreds of years in the north." Gawain looked into the eyes of the duchess, "Since my death, how many rumors have there been about giant dragons in the north?"
Victoria raised her eyebrows slightly, while Grand Duke Baldwin looked at her curiously: "In this way... the so-called 'Infestation of Dragons' story seems to be a 'specialty' of your north?"
"In the northern region, there are occasional stories about giant dragons, and there are even some small groups that worship dragons, but these are basically superstitions of the mountain people." Victoria shook her head, "The north is mountainous." , There are often snowstorms in the mountains, and the mountain people regard those wind and snow as the roar of a dragon, and the north is bordered by the Holy Dragon Principality. Being greatly influenced by them, it is inevitable that there will be some strange stories spread—but in fact, the Wilder family has lived in the north for seven hundred years, and they have never really seen a dragon appearing in the sky. Those stories are non-existent That's all."
"But now a real dragon appeared and flew right in front of my eyes." Gao Wen said lightly.
"If there really is a dragon, I will notify you as soon as possible," Victoria said lightly, and seemed to smile a little, "Just now I thought you were going to invite me to a dance."
"I'll forget it—I'm not good at this, and it's been seven hundred years, and I don't know what modern dance looks like," Gao Wen smiled and shook his head, waving his hands, "You guys go about your own business, and accompany me here It’s not comfortable to chat with my 700-year-old living fossil, I’ll just take a look for myself.”
The expressions of the two dukes were a little stiff at the same time (Victoria has always been very stiff). Usually, they said this sentence to other juniors or nobles at parties. This is the first time someone said it to themselves in many years. , it feels like going back to my childhood...
Still can't refute...
Watching the two contemporary dukes leave, Gao Wen sighed slightly in his heart.
It really wasn't that easy—he heard the Duke of the North mention the rumor of the giant dragon in the meeting just now, and he thought it was an important clue.
It has been too long since dragons have left this continent. There have been no actual sightings of giant dragons recorded for nearly a thousand years. Those powerful creatures are almost mythical to most intelligent races on the continent. For Gao Wen, who has been hanging in the sky for thousands of years, giant dragons are no strangers.
After witnessing the dragon, he sorted out the memories in his mind, and counted all the pictures where the dragon appeared, and after browsing through it, he found that basically all the dragons came from the north.
Regardless of whether the time span is a thousand years or ten thousand years, no matter whether the dragons came to the mainland alone or in a group, they first crossed the mountains in the north and then entered the hinterland of the mainland. Clear purpose - they will run straight to the depths of the mainland, and leave quickly after doing some things, without any intention of traveling around.
It's a pity that Gao Wen's perspective was limited when he was in the sky, he could only see part of the continent and a small amount of coastline in the southern region, and he wasn't even sure where the northernmost part of the continent could spread, so he couldn't guess where those giant dragons came from. Behind the barrier of mountains in the north, there is another continent from the farther sea.
It's just that he has a feeling that the dragon will definitely appear again.
Gao Wen and his party did not stay in the capital for too long, and set off on the third day.
It will take some time for the aid promised by the king to arrive: food and supplies cannot be transported by land, otherwise people on the road will consume half of the horse chews, and if they are transported by river, it will take half a month until the water level of the Dorgon River on the Holy Spirit Plain rises It will work; a team of one hundred craftsmen and apprentices will also take time to form, the main thing is to wait for the various associations to recommend all the misfits, powerless, run-on, offended, and unlucky people within them, and then select them It is also a relatively time-consuming process to register the top 100 most unlucky people, and it is already extremely fast to ensure that these people set off before the grain is loaded on the ship.
Gao Wen couldn't afford to wait for this. He finally got the development rights he wanted, and he had a lot of plans waiting to be implemented in his mind, so after getting a lot of documents provided by the king, he couldn't wait to leave the king. All.
When he came here, he walked slowly and wandered all the way, but when he went back, he was very fast, wishing he could fly back directly. At this time, Gao Wen was sincerely envious of the "teleportation spells" in many fantasy dramas he had seen. It would be great if there was a teleportation spell , Just open the door and you will be home, so why bother
It's a pity that in this continent of Loren, although spells exist, they are not as convenient as in the story. The use of magic by various races basically stops at hitting people with a big fireball or compressing a piece of arcane energy to cover their faces. degree. Magic such as teleportation and space storage are not unrecorded, but they are basically close to legends—for example, in the legend, the original elves who have long since disappeared in the long river of history have mastered the technology of space teleportation, and some people say that dragons Language magic—the source of many spells in the world—is described by the space system...
It's a pity that no one has seen the real one.
On the other side, the Duke of the North, Victoria Wilde, has returned to her castle in the Northern Territory, Winter Castle.
The duke guarding the kingdom's four borders cannot leave his territory for a long time. Although the situation in the north is more stable than the east, it cannot be without someone in charge of the overall situation. Therefore, after the first meeting with Gawain Cecil, Victoria Wilde They immediately set off to leave Silver Castle, and took the fastest Griffon back to their territory first.
Throwing the thick and warm silver fox cloak to the servant, Victoria walked quickly to the depths of the castle.
She sat down in her office, and a woman with black hair and black eyes and ordinary appearance stepped forward, put a cup of hot tea on her desk, and then came behind her and skillfully pinched the Duchess's shoulder.
"You look tired," the woman began, her voice low and reassuring.
"The Founding Duke is really resurrected, the legendary Gawain Cecil," Victoria whispered, "the appearance is exactly the same, and the pioneer sword is exactly the same. I dared to use the magic of detecting lies. He said All things are true.”
The woman who looked like a maid refuted Victoria: "Smart tricksters can avoid detection of lies, and even if magic works, it may not always be so reliable - thaumaturgy always has a probability problem, you can't rely too much on it. "
Victoria shook her head: "Maggie, I still have my intuition."
"Intuition..." The woman called Maggie pondered for a while, "Then what are you going to do?"
"The revived hero seems to have no intention of intervening in the kingdom's current power system. He just wants to take away his permanent development rights." The attitude of the king—I thought that the founding duke would attach great importance to the orthodox bloodline of the Moen family, and would even confront the current royal family on this issue, but he actually publicly recognized Francis II as the heir of the founding monarch... It caught me by surprise.”
"They should have contacted in private." Maggie paused while massaging, "You are careless."
"It's careless," Victoria frowned, "but now, His Majesty the King may be even more difficult to control..."
"Are you going to..."
"No," Victoria shook her head, "What the Wilder family wants is Ansu Yongsheng, not power."
"So you don't plan to take any action," Maggie continued with the massage, "You are too soft."
"I don't like the way my parents did things. It's not suitable for this era anymore." Victoria said, her gaze involuntarily raised to look at the wall opposite the room.
On that wall hung the family crest of the Wilder family, as well as five portraits—the portraits of the founding monarch Charles I and the four pioneering knights—these portraits can be said to be standard in the homes of various nobles in Ansu.
Next to the portrait of the ancestor of the Wilder family is the portrait of Gawain Cecil. The mighty man wearing armor and holding the pioneer sword looked into the distance with vicissitudes of life, as if his gaze could penetrate time and space and see the distant future. The future is so-so—this association made Victoria couldn't help but think of the other party's resurrection after seven hundred years, so she couldn't help trembling slightly.
"Vicky?" Maggie's voice came from behind.
"Put away the portrait of Grand Duke Cecil," Victoria Wilde said lightly, "it's not appropriate to hang it again."
"Put it away? Can you?"
"...he told me himself that he was not used to being hung on the wall when he was still alive," Victoria said with a hint of fatigue in her voice, "he is an elder, or a good friend of our ancestors, and what he said to me You can't stop listening."
"Okay." Maggie nodded helplessly, and walked to the opposite side to put away the portrait.
At this time, Victoria said again: "By the way, Maggie, you are from the mountains, right?"
"Yes."
"And you know... the story of the dragon? What do you think of them?"
The woman with black hair and black eyes turned her back to Victoria. She was silent for a moment and shook her head: "It's just some boring legend."
"But there really was a dragon appearing in Cecil Territory in the south."
"Really?" Maggie reached out and took off the portrait of Gawain Cecil, "That's probably not a good thing."