The black-haired maid heard the hostess's words, and her eyes widened in surprise: "Ancestral Mausoleum? But the feast of the Holy Spirit has ......"

"Not to sacrifice ancestors," Victoria exhaled, "Go get ready, Maggie." ”

Maggie glanced at the hostess quietly, and didn't ask any more questions, but lowered her head slightly: "Yes, I understand." ”

Like Gawain, who was finally buried beneath Cecil Fort in the south? Like Cecil, the mausoleums of the founding dukes of the four realms of Ansu were finally set up on the land they guarded, and the "Duke of Winter" Snow, who guarded the northern mountains? The place where Wild sleeps is beneath the Wintercastle, perched atop a mountain in the North.

Passing through the cellar at the bottom of Wintercastle and through the deepest and solemn black corridors is the oldest and most solemn burial area of the castle, where the heads of the Wilde family have built their magnificent fortress on the top of the mountain with great manpower and material resources, and nearly half of the manpower and material resources are spent on maintaining the mausoleum buried deep in the mountain.

The ancestors of the Wild family were not like Gawain? Cecil, like Ceciel, had been favored by the power of the elements, and the mausoleum beneath Wintercastle had survived for seven centuries without any damage, thanks to the powerful human mages who had applied the blessings of the elements with human power.

Victoria? Wild, accompanied by her maid Maggie, entered the dungeon, and did not bring any extra retinue with him.

The magic crystal lamps embedded in the walls are infused with magic power, emitting a faint and constant glow: in order not to disturb the ancestors, the magic crystals in the mausoleum are specially designed, and their brightness is only about half that of ordinary magic crystal lamps. In such a slightly dim light, the slope of the dungeon ramp stretched into the hazy darkness in front of the duchess's vision, and it looked terrifying.

But Victoria didn't care about the dimness, and she stepped forward.

The walls of the stone bricks of the Soul Suppression receded beside her, and the sturdy stone staircase and boots collided with a hollow echo in the oldest corridor of the entire fortress, and Victoria had the feeling that she was going back against the trajectory of time—every hundred meters she advanced in this ancient corridor was a hundred years of time, she had walked through the civil strife of the Foggy Moon, the last heyday of Ansu, the dynastic reforms, the years of abundance, and finally ...... Arrive seven hundred years ago, arrive at the country and the original starting point of this family.

The rectangular main hall of the mausoleum arrived, and the maid Maggie silently came to the stone pillar next to the entrance of the hall, and pressed her hand on a metal disc on the surface of the stone pillar.

Portraits of the successive heads of the Wild family hang on the walls on both sides of the hall, from the first generation of "Winter Grand Duke Snow? Wilder", to Victoria's father, each of whom had the same silver hair and serious faces, and they lowered their eyelids slightly, as if they were looking at the visitors who walked into the hall with a serious gaze, Victoria? Wilde calmly met the gaze of these pairs of eyes, and saw the line of ancient admonition inscribed on the wall:

"We are the last barrier of Ansu"

Victoria's gaze slowly swept over the faces of the ancestors, and finally fell on her father, her gaze lingered on the majestic old duke for a long time before she whispered: "Father, as you expected, the hidden danger of the Second Dynasty has finally exploded...... But you probably can't predict where the biggest variables in this upheaval will come from......"

After a moment of silence, the duchess raised her head and commanded the maid beside her, "Go out first, I need to be alone." ”

The black-haired maid exited the hall in silence, Victoria? Wilder stepped forward.

She came to the stone platform at the end of the hall—about half a man high, like a wide tabletop, surrounded by a circle of arcane runes and patterns, but the surface of the platform was as smooth as a mirror, and there was no trace of decoration.

After a moment of hesitation, the Duchess placed her hand on the platform and whispered an ancient incantation.

The magic in the air stirred, and the runes around the platform lit up one after another, and the smooth and mirror-like countertop began to ripple like water, accompanied by a milky white shimmer, and a silver-white metal plate about a foot square floated up from the rippling surface of the platform.

The metal plate was sealed in a dense stone.

Victoria picked up the plate—it wasn't heavy, it was thin, and the edges of the plate were covered with hard, decorative lines, typical of Gondor—and she rubbed against the surface of the plate, and words appeared on it.

Charlie? Moen, guide, leader, protector, founder of the kingdom, whom we revere as king.

Gawain? Cecil, Lord of Knights, Pioneer, Protector, Founder of the Kingdom, whom we revere as the Guardian of the South.

Snow? Wilder, Frost Hand, Guardian of Knowledge, Pioneer, Founder of the Kingdom, we revere him as the Guardian of the North.

Anthony? Loren, Lord of Warriors......

The Duchess of the North, who has always been cold and detached, as unapproachable as the Ice Queen, could not help but show a look of awe when she saw this metal plate, and her eyes slid over the glorious names, behind each of which seemed to be a mountain standing on top of the sky, they represented the cornerstone of this kingdom, the power to overcome obstacles in the natural disaster that nearly destroyed human civilization seven hundred years ago, and also represented the ...... The country's original treaty law.

This is a list, a list of all the founders of the Ansu state, arranged in order of merit and title, but it is also more than a list.

Victoria flipped the metal plate over, and on the back of the metal plate, a text appeared clearly:

“…… In the event of the outbreak of a natural disaster that destroys the kingdom, or if it occurs irreversibly, resulting in the death of the king or the inability to continue to protect the kingdom for various reasons, in the absence of an heir available, the person of the list shall succeed to the throne and rule the kingdom......"

Seven hundred years ago, it was a stormy time.

It is difficult for those who live in a time of peace and stability to imagine what it was like for humanity to break out of the wasteland and establish a kingdom on a wild land, even Victoria. Wild, too, could only see the records of that period from ancient texts, or hear some sporadic and one-sided descriptions from the mouths of a few immortal races, but he could not produce an empathetic understanding.

But every time she saw the directory and the words behind it, she could still imagine how dangerous the kingdom that the ancestors had maintained was at the beginning of the founding of Ansu.

The aftermath of the Demon Tide continues to invade the land, until the completion of the Great Wall, the monsters that rushed out of the wasteland of Gondor are still attacking the human world, and even when the Demon Tide is at its strongest, the hinterland of the Holy Spirit Plain will produce large-scale erosion out of thin air.

In those days, the king could die at any time, the guardian duke could die at any time, and everyone could die at any time.

That's why there is this directory, and the "emergency inheritance rules" behind the directory.

But no one had ever thought that the honorary "permanent development rights" would one day come into effect again, and those who knew about this list probably never thought that one person on this list would suddenly come back to life......

Victoria? Wilder looked silently at the metal plate in her hand, and after a long time, she sighed softly, solemnly placed the metal plate on the stone platform, and reversed the spell to seal it again.

After doing all this, she took two steps back, off the stone platform, and turned to look around the hall.

The walls on either side of the hall were lined with stone doors, and behind them were corridors leading to different burial chambers, one of which she would one day lie in, and one of her descendants would stand where she was standing, looking around as well.

But maybe you think about a different question.

After standing still for a moment, the duchess seemed to have made up her mind suddenly, she glanced at the closed door, and through the faint sense of breath, she knew that Maggie was still guarding the door.

In fact, even if there is no one to guard it, no one will dare to trespass on this place.

Victoria turned around and glanced at the stone platform in front of her, then walked around the platform and walked to the door behind the stone platform.

This door is the most peculiar, it occupies one wall of the hall on its own, there is no corridor behind the door, only a single burial chamber.

In terms of structure, the layout of this mausoleum is actually no different from that of Cecil's ancestors.

With the creak of the magic trap, the Duchess opened the door to the deepest special chamber, into which she stepped and lit the magic crystal lamp in the deep chamber.

Crystalline lamps illuminate the spacious hall, which is unobstructed: a large number of stone slabs and drapes depicting arcane runes line the hall, while bookshelves, planetary instruments, and miniature models of mage towers can be seen in other open spaces in seemingly random but orderly positions, and a black iron coffin sits quietly on a high platform in the center of the hall.

"Ancestor, your descendants have come to visit you."

Victoria? Wilder whispered with a solemn expression, and then, as if swallowing softly, walked towards the iron coffin.

She came to the high platform and saw the stone slab leaning on the iron coffin, which was engraved with the inscription Snow, the ancestor of the Wild family. Wild's last words for the world:

"Old guys, I've outlived all of you - it's boring"

It would have been hard for outsiders to imagine that Wilder's ancestor, who had only a frosty and serious expression on various official portraits, would leave such a sentence in the last moments of his life, but Victoria was no longer surprised by this sentence.

She turned her attention away from the stone slab and stared at the dark iron coffin in front of her, a look of struggle and hesitation on her face.

She hesitated for nearly ten minutes before she finally had the courage to reach out and gently tap the lid of the iron coffin.

The iron coffin did not react.

After a moment of hesitation, she reached out again, tapped the lid of the iron coffin, and quickly turned her head to look around.

Of course, there was no one here, so the Duchess of the North took a breath and approached the iron coffin: "...... Are you there? ”

Three embarrassing minutes passed, and all Duchess Victoria could hear was her own breathing and heartbeat.

The duchess's face seemed to be covered with a layer of frost, she quickly straightened up, took two steps back, and whispered to herself, "...... Damn, what stupid am I doing......"

She quickly left the tomb and left the halls of the dungeon, and by the time the maid Maggie saw her, the guardian of the north had regained his cold, detached, noble and calm appearance.

"Vicky, you've been in there for a long time."

"To confirm something," Victoria said lightly, "let's go, Maggie, this time, I'm really going back to my room to rest." ”

"Okay."