Perhaps Gawain's answer was so crisp that the two well-informed senior agent ladies also fell into a stupor for a few seconds, and the first to react was Melita, who blinked and asked with some uncertainty: "Did you mean 'not going'?" ”

"Yes, no," Gawain said casually, "do I have any questions with this answer?" ”

“…… It's just a little unexpected," Melita said in a strange tone, "your reaction is so uncommon that we didn't react for a while. ”

This answer made Gawain curious: "Oh? What should the average person look like? ”

"Ordinary people should either be ecstatic or in awe of the invitation of the gods, and of course, you may have a stronger spirit and be calmer than ordinary people—but you are still more calm than we expected."

"It's because you told me in person—I can say no," Gawain smiled and said lightly, "Frankly, I'm really curious about Tallrond, but as the ruler of this country, I can't just take a casual trip, the empire is on the right track, countless projects are waiting for me to decide, there are many things to do, and meeting with a god is not in my plans." Please convey my apologies to your God—at least for now, I can't accept her invitation. ”

Gawain wasn't a pretext—but that's only one of the reasons.

To be honest, this unexpected invitation really surprised him, he had imagined how he should advance his relationship with the dragons, but he never imagined that one day it would be advanced in this way - there was a god in Tarlund who was in the present world, and it sounded like that god had been in the present world for many years before this season's civilization, and Gawain did not know for what purpose such a god would suddenly want to see himself as a "mortal", But one thing he was sure of was that he had to be careful in everything that had to do with God.

Judging by Melita and Norretta's reactions, the relationship between the dragons and their gods seems rather delicate, but the "dragon god" is at least certainly not crazy.

A mad god is terrible, but a sane god doesn't mean safety either.

Does He Know the Plan of Disobedience? Did He know that Cecil had restarted his plan of disobedience? Did He go through the ancient age of the gods? Does He know the Godslayer Fleet and the secrets behind it? Is He well-intentioned? Or is it malicious? None of this is an unknown, and Gawain ...... I haven't been blindly confident to the point where I am not afraid of heaven and earth.

He did prevent two catastrophe-level disasters and defeated two "gods" directly or indirectly, but he himself knew very well how much luck and coincidence he had in the two catastrophes - even if he, the "satellite spirit", seemed to be able to suppress and immune the power of some gods, but this did not mean that he himself really had the power to fight against the gods, at least not the power to fight the gods. If it is because of the achievements of the two challenges of the divine disaster, the confidence is inflated, and I feel that I am a "god killer...... Then I should not be far from being buried again.

Therefore, with the vigilance of the dragon god, out of the most basic vigilance, and he really can't leave the empire casually to go on a "long journey" to the distant Tallrond, Gawain had to refuse the "invitation" of the dragon clan this time.

It's actually tempting to turn down this one. After the enchanting invitation, Gawain couldn't help but breathe a long sigh of relief in his heart, feeling that his thoughts were clear......

"You're not an ordinary person," Melita looked at Gawain deeply, and after two seconds of silence, she lowered her head and said solemnly, "then, we'll bring your response to our gods." ”

Then Noretta on the side spoke again: "In addition, I want to confirm - from what you just said, you can't go to Talrond 'now', and you don't completely refuse this invitation, do you?" ”

Gawain looked at the other man, and after a few seconds of muttering, he nodded slightly: "If that 'god' is really magnanimous enough to tolerate the willfulness of mortals, then I may accept his invitation one day in the future." ”

Noretta and Melita glanced at each other, and the latter suddenly showed a wry smile and said softly, "...... Our God is very forgiving in many cases. ”

Gao Wen just wanted to ask the other party what this meant, but Noretta on the side suddenly stepped forward and bent down to him: "Our mission has been completed, it's time to say goodbye and leave." ”

It seems like this is an unanswerable question.

Gawain knew this, so he didn't ask, he nodded slightly, and saw Noretta put away the large suitcase used to hold the "Guardian Shield" again, and saluted again: "Thank you very much for your cooperation with our work, the answer you just made is very important to us." ”

"Wait a minute," Gawain suddenly remembered something, and said quickly before the other party left, "about that signal last time......

"It has nothing to do with Talrond," Melita shook her head, she seemed to want to say more, but after a moment's hesitation, she shook her head, "We can't find its source." ”

Gao Wen quietly looked at the two humanoid dragons for a few seconds, and finally nodded slowly: "I know." ”

The two senior agents nodded, then took their leave, their breath quickly fading, and in just a few minutes, Gawain lost his perception of them.

Gawain stood there for a moment, and when the thoughts in his mind had calmed down and the chaotic speculations and thoughts had ceased to be in flux, he exhaled and returned to his large desk, placing the heavy, quaint Guardian Shield on it.

The surface of this ancient shield glowed faintly in the sunlight that shone through the window, and the additional accessories that the former pioneers had added to its surface were rusted and tattered, but the metal plate that was the main body of the shield shimmered as usual under the rusted covering.

Gawain recalls that the forgers in the expeditionary force could not smelt the metal by any means, and they could not even drill a few holes in the surface of the metal for the installation of handles when the materials and tools were extremely scarce, so the craftsmen had to resort to the most direct and rudimentary method - using a large number of additional alloy castings to wrap almost the entire piece of metal.

Now that centuries of wind and frost have passed, these traces that have poured countless people's efforts and carried the hopes of countless people have finally decayed to this extent.

Gawain rang the call bell at the table, and a moment later, the sound of clackling footsteps sounded from the hallway, and Betty pushed the door and walked in: "Your Majesty, you called me?" ”

"Is Hetty there?"

Betty thought for a moment and nodded: "She's here, but I'll be going to the government hall in a while!" ”

"Let her come to me first."

……

Outside Cecil, next to a deserted suburban wood, the figures of Melita and Noretta appeared in the clearing with a gust of wind.

The two senior agents took a few steps forward to make sure that there were no idle people around, and then Noretta let go of her hand, and the gorgeous metal box that she had been holding in her hand fell to the ground, and then she and Melita beside her glanced at each other, and the two seemed to complete a silent exchange for a moment, and the next second, they staggered forward two steps at the same time, half-kneeling on the ground weakly.

The tearing pain came from the depths of the soul, and the strong body quickly appeared as if it was unbearable, and a large number of fiery lines suddenly appeared on Noretta's skin, and faint dragon scales instantly spread from her cheeks to her whole body, and a layer of illusory shadows rose up behind Melita, and a huge illusory dragon wings spread out in the sky, and a large number of shadows that did not belong to them and seemed to have self-consciousness scrambled out from the two of them, trying to break free and rush into the air.

The terrible process lasted for a full ten minutes, and the backlash from the soul level finally subsided, Noretta gasped, fine beads of sweat dripping from her cheeks, and she finally regained control of her body, and then she stood up little by little, and reached out to help Melita, who looked worse.

Melita glanced up at her, trying to stand up as hard as she could, but then she shook her body and threw up with a "wow".

Her internal organs were still spasming.

Noretta looked at her friend in such pain, and an expression of intolerance appeared on her face, so she quietly took half a step sideways and turned her face away.

Half a minute later, the even more terrifying process finally calmed down, Noretta turned her face back and looked Melita up and down: "Are you okay?" ”

Melita: "...... I don't want to talk right now. ”

Norreta looked at her friend sympathetically: "Will you still wear this stupid veil in the future?" ”

Melita: "...... (Tarlund foul-mouthed, massive)"

Frightened by her friend's momentum, Noretta reluctantly took a half-step back, and raised her hands in surrender, Melita also gasped for breath, and only after she had calmed down a little did she lower her head, her brow furrowed vigorously, and she opened her mouth to spit out a blinding flame—the burning dragon's breath burned the evidence of the scene in an instant, which was not dignified and graceful.

Then she glanced up at Noretta, deeply sorry that she couldn't put it down.

Norreta didn't seem to feel the substantial resentment coming from Melita's side, she just took a few deep breaths to further heal and repair the damage she had suffered, and after a few more moments, she said with a lingering heart, "You often deal with that Gawain Cecil...... Is it so dangerous to talk to him? ”

“…… Almost every time he showed an 'want to talk' attitude, he was playing with his life," Melita said with a blank look in her eyes, "Do you know how nervous I am whenever he says he has a problem?" I even sketched out the style of my grave in my mind......"

"It's scary, really." Norreta sighed with a personal experience, and couldn't help but think of what had happened not long ago at the Mithril Treasury headquarters in Tallrond - even Speaker Andal, who was present, was subjected to a terrible gaze from the gods...... It also seems to have been caused by bringing back a signal from Gawain Cecil.

"I suddenly have a hunch," the White Dragon Lady grimaced, "if I continue to follow you around in this human empire, sooner or later I will be 'told to die' by some careless remark from that pioneer hero." It's hard to imagine that I would be so bold as to casually talk about gods with outsiders, or even take the initiative to approach forbidden knowledge......"

"Put away your worries, you can return to the rear support post after this time," Melita glanced at her friend, and then her eyes moved to the chest made of various precious magic materials that her friend had thrown on the ground, "As for now, it's time for us to collect some money for this risky mission......

As she spoke, she came to the box and began to disassemble the gems and crystals directly from the box with her fingers, beckoning as she dismantled: "Come and do me a favor, and I'll melt its skeleton later." Tsk, it's a pity that this thing is too conspicuous to sell directly, otherwise it will definitely be worth more than dismantling it if it is sold in whole ......"

White Dragon Noretta hesitantly came to her friend's side, with a hint of entanglement: "Is this really good?" This box was actually meant to ......"

"Hey, don't you say who knows - I sold that box last time. Let me tell you, being on duty outside is not the same as staying in Tallund as a support worker, and if you can't rest well in a risky environment, you can't find a way to find a subsidy by yourself, and you can't live your life......"

The corners of the white dragon Noretta's eyes twitched twice, and she wanted to reprimand loudly (omitted later...... She came to Melita's side and began to join the crowd.

……

"Ancestor, are you looking for me?"

Hetty came to Gawain's study and asked curiously, and the next second, her eyes were drawn to the conspicuous object on the desk.

"Ancestor, this is ......"

Hetty's eyes widened wider and wider, and she pointed to the Guardian Shield on the table, and finally her tone trembled a little—

As a member of the Cecil family, she would never mistake what it was, she had seen it countless times in the collection of books passed down from the family, on the portraits handed down by the elders, the Guardian's Shield that was lost a century ago was considered the beginning of the family's disgrace, and even the heavy burden of each generation of Cecil's heirs, generations of Cecil's heirs had vowed to recover this treasure, but no one had succeeded, and she never dreamed that one day this shield would suddenly appear in front of her— Appears on the Ancestor's desk.

"Ansu Kingdom Guardian's Shield," Gawain smiled at Hety's surprised expression, and said lightly, "Today is a day to celebrate, this shield has been retrieved - the dragons helped to retrieve it." ”

"Dragon......" Hetty felt herself finally recovering from that feeling of dizziness, she took a breath, couldn't help but take two steps forward, and carefully looked at the shield on the table, "It's really it...... Is it really it? ”

"Of course, I can't mistake my own things," Gawain said with a smile, "why do you seem more excited than I am?" ”

"Ancestor, I'm afraid you can't understand...... This lost shield means a lot to us descendants," said Hetty, with unconcealed excitement, "The dust of the Cecil family began with the loss of this shield, and generations of descendants have sought to restore the glory of our ancestors, and Rebecca and I have sworn in front of your portrait to find this shield......"

"Ahem," Gawain coughed twice, "You still have such a rule?" ”

Hetty quickly calmed down a little from the excitement, and also felt the weirdness of the atmosphere at this moment, she glanced at the ancestor who had walked from the portrait to reality, and lowered her head a little embarrassed: "This ...... This is a very normal aristocratic habit. There are many things that we will ask you to witness in front of your portrait, including important family decisions, vows of adulthood, and major changes within the family......"

"Well, you don't need to say it," Gawain quickly interrupted Hetty, feeling that the topic was too weird, "I guess Grumman must have greeted me when he took the shield from my grave - he might have even knocked on my coffin board." Although this sentence is not appropriate for me to speak, this is completely a foolish practice of fooling the dead, so let's stop this topic. ”

Hetty: "...... Yes, Patriarch. ”