Edmund Morn departed with a smile on his face, and it seemed that the negotiation had been satisfactory to him, but the prince politely declined Gawain's offer to stay for dinner—he said that he would return to Silver Castle as soon as possible, and that the old king was still waiting for good news from him.

After Edmund left, Rebecca commented: "Seems to be a very kind person - I thought the crown prince would be a particularly difficult person to get along with, a lot of court etiquette or something......"

"That's because he's in front of an elder from seven hundred years ago, not a broken Viscount of the Frontier," Gawain glanced at Rebecca, "You think he's showing himself here as he usually is?" On the contrary, it was because he had behaved almost exactly in line with my communication habits that I was sure that he had done his homework to get here. ”

Rebecca: "Huh? ”

Gawain thought for a moment and explained to her: "The so-called negotiation skills, no matter how many things are summed up, it is nothing more than seeing who says anything, he first came to visit a very high-ranking 'noble patriarch' as a prince, and showed just the right amount of politeness and maturity, and then noticed my way of speaking and attitude, he immediately became relaxed and humorous, which can make me more willing to talk to him more, which is a great ability." ”

Rebecca scratched her hair: "...... Huh? ”

Gawain sighed: "...... You'd better study the four rubbing techniques of the Fireball Technique. ”

No matter how tendoned Rebecca's head was, she could feel Gao Wen's deep helplessness at this time, and she was suddenly a little nervous: "Ancestor, am I ...... A little too dumb in this regard? ”

"Everyone has their own strengths, your talent is not here, don't force it," Gawain patted Rebecca's head (tall means do whatever he wants), "And to be honest, I don't like this kind of intrigue technique very much, I still prefer the style of painting back when a group of people put life and death aside and buried their heads to make a way out of the wasteland......"

Rebecca nodded as if she didn't understand, and then asked curiously, "By the way, Ancestor, is what you just said true?" ”

Gawain: "What do you mean?" ”

Rebecca asked seriously, "Do you really give more than 30 names to a red wine, and then each name is accompanied by a sonnet?" ”

Gawain sighed: "Of course it's true. ”

"Sounds amazing!"

"But in fact, it was because of poverty, because at that time, the pioneer team had not even reached the plain of the Holy Spirit, and it was very difficult for everyone to fill their stomachs before they found the grain production area. We give a wine more than thirty names because we only had one wine at the time, and it was the last barrel, and we give it sonnets because there is no entertainment other than that, so you must know that the complicated manners and rules of the aristocracy are either well-fed or hungry, and they are essentially boring. ”

Rebecca's eyes sparkled, and she felt like she had gained a lot of incredible knowledge—things that Aunt Hertie would never teach her!

At this time, the window of the room was suddenly pushed open, Amber jumped in through the window, she threw herself on the chair, and shook her legs and joked to Gawain: "You old man is quite interesting!" Just for what you just said, I will speak more of you than all the nobles! ”

"Don't call the old man old man, I'm in the prime of life!" Gawain glared at Amber, "And didn't you let you patrol outside?" Did you sneak in to be lazy? ”

Amber swayed in her chair as if she couldn't calm down for a moment, "I patrolled, and then I didn't find anything, so I came in and drank my saliva, you can't help but let me rest - then again, how can you be so sure that someone will sneak up on the door?" Look at the princes, they all enter through the gate......"

"If the prince comes in over the wall, then Charlie will probably have to jump out of the coffin like me," Gawain twitched, "but not everyone who wants to know something from me will come in through the door, and I am here today to wait for these people." ”

"Okay, okay, now you're the boss," Amber waved her hand and poured herself a cup of tea, then got up and walked to the window, but before jumping out, she turned around and squeezed two pieces from the muffins that Gawain was going to use as refreshments, "It's cold outside, I'll eat something to make up for it." ”

The Pioneer Sword was not in his hand, and Gawain regretted it.

Then he looked at his great-granddaughter on the N+1 floor: "You go back to the house and rest first, and meet the king tomorrow, you must face it in the best condition." ”

Rebecca nodded, and then asked, "What about you, Ancestor?" ”

"I'm used to going to bed late, and I'm going to go to the study," said Gawain, "and I'll have to see how much this place has changed." ”

Rebecca obediently said goodnight to Gawain and turned to leave the room, while Gawain stood still for a moment before walking to the study on the second floor.

Gawain Cecil was known for his martial arts, but he was not only a martial artist who knew how to wield knives and guns, in fact he was also half a polymath and herbalist, and he liked to read in his spare time, so in this mansion at 4 Crown Street, in addition to a collection room for his master's weapons and armor, there was also a large study.

Sitting at his restored desk, Gawain pondered as he tapped his fingers on the tabletop, his gaze moving between the quaint bookshelves and the paintings hanging on the walls, before finally falling back to the table.

The memories that didn't belong to him in his mind flooded up again, making him feel a little more inexplicably familiar with the things in front of him, and he sighed at the dedication of the people of later generations - not only did they restore the furniture here, but even the magic water quill and paper on the desk were placed in the most familiar places in Gawain Cecil's life, and this almost paranoid restoration even gave him a faint sense of fear.

It's as if someone knew he'd be back and was ready to go.

But although the memory was clear, it was not his own after all, and it was difficult to resonate emotionally, and Gawain quickly withdrew his gaze, and left his seat and fell to the ground, groping on the floor under the table.

A dark compartment was opened, and he felt his fingers touch a piece of cold metal, and after fumbling for a pull ring on the surface of the metal, he lifted it out of the dark compartment.

It was a delicate little box, with a cool silver glow, and it was still as good as new after seven hundred years.

Seeing this small box, Gawain immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

It's still there.

Most of the contents of the mansion may no longer be the original, but some of the things can be preserved for more than seven hundred years, such as a small safe made of Mithril.

The chest was inscribed with intricate magical patterns, but in addition to these patterns, a sword and shield emblem was forged from pure gold and star iron, with delicate characters next to the emblem, and a joint seal of Charles I and Gawain Cecil.

These markings and writings, combined with secret edicts passed down from generation to generation within the Moen family (the Ansu royal family), ensure that even if someone rebuilds the main body of the house and finds the small box, it will be sealed in its original place again.

But this is also because it is not too late for Gawain to "resurrect", because the ancient secret decree and the deterrent power of the ancestors will lose their effectiveness over time, especially now that it is the second dynasty, the influence of the first dynasty is falling to the bottom, if he comes a little later, this mansion undergoes a complete renovation again, then no one dares to guarantee the whereabouts of this small box.

Gawain solemnly put the small box on the table, if the most important purpose of this trip to the royal capital is the "permanent development right", then the Mithril safe in front of him is the second most important purpose.

He didn't bring Rebecca to find this box, not because he didn't trust his theoretical descendant, but because he wasn't sure if the box was still there, in case God mysteriously fooled the little girl with a "Ancestor showed you something good" expression, only to find nothing when he lay on the ground, how embarrassing.

Gawain magically injected the magic pattern on the surface of the chest in the same way he remembered, and then smeared a drop of his own blood on the emblem in the center of the lid, and the small magic object immediately emitted a crisp mechanical sound inside the object, and then the lid flicked up slightly.

There were very few things inside, except for a few crystals that had lost their magic and could only be used as decorations, and only a palm-sized white gold disc. Gawain put the crystals aside for the time being, picked up the disc and looked at it.

Its surface is also engraved with complex magical patterns, but in addition to the magical patterns, there are also some characters that seem to float on the surface of the disk, constantly shaking slightly, which are the seals used to communicate with the elements.

"Okay, now the key is in hand......"

Gawain muttered under his breath and tucked the crystal and disc into his arms, but just as he was getting up, a breeze suddenly blew in his ears.

He immediately picked up a short sword that was placed on the table for standby, and at the same time, his muscles tensed all over his body, and he was ready for battle.

"With this sensitivity and reflexes, it seems that you are indeed right," a young woman's voice came from the window, and Gawain noticed that the window of the study had opened for some time, and a veiled woman in a long purple dress appeared in the air out of thin air, and walked towards the direction of the window in the air, "Please relax, people like you and me, once we fight, I am afraid that half the people in the city will be ......"

Before the woman could finish speaking, a swift black shadow suddenly came down from the roof, accompanied by Amber's shout: "Little thief! I've finally caught you—ahhh ”

Amber, Shadow Affinity and Master, Sneak and Shadow Walk are full of ghost beast-level talents, but because the frontal combat power is only one point and five geese, he was casually beaten away by a mysterious woman.

However, the mysterious woman seemed to be taken aback, and she didn't react after knocking the amber away: "Just now...... What is that? ”

Gawain held the short sword in his hand, but still did not relax: "If it is right, it is my guard." ”

"Ah, I'm sorry," the mysterious woman hurriedly apologized, this attitude was surprising, she glanced in the direction where Amber fell, turned her head and explained, "Suddenly rushed out, and subconsciously did it." But don't worry, she's fine, at most a little dizzy. ”

Gawain breathed a sigh of relief, but his attitude did not relax at all: "Who are you?" ”

"I'm sorry, it seems that my appearance was a little inconsiderate," the mysterious woman stood on the windowsill and bowed politely, "Greetings to the Mithril Treasury, please allow me to introduce myself, I am your VIP Specialist, Melita Pernia, and I am responsible for your savings in the Holy Silver Treasury." ”

Gawain frowned, "My Little Pony? ”