Hearing Gawain's words, Victoria nodded slightly, while the Grand Duke of Bardwin next to him raised his eyebrows: "Do I need to avoid it?" ”

"It doesn't matter," Gawain casually took a glass of red wine from the tray of attendants passing by, and turned back to look at Victoria, "It's about dragons." ”

"That's really just a rumor," Victoria said lightly, as cold as the wind in the Northlands, and if anyone who didn't know her might even find her unapproachable, "I've sent someone to investigate, and no one saw the so-called dragon that day, except for a drunkard. ”

"I'm not talking about that once, but in the hundreds of years in the North," Gawain looked the duchess in the eye, "how many rumors have there been about dragons in the Northland since my death?" ”

Victoria's eyebrows rose slightly, and the Grand Duke of Bardwin next to her glanced at her curiously: "If you say that...... The story of the so-called 'dragon haunt' seems to be indeed your northern 'specialty'? ”

"There are indeed occasional stories about dragons in the north, and there are even some small groups that worship dragons, but that's basically the superstition of the mountain people," Victoria shook her head, "The north is mountainous, and there are often wind and snow in the mountains, and the mountain people regard those wind and snow as the roar of the dragon, and the north borders the Holy Dragon Principality, and the people of that country claim to be the descendants of the dragon, and take the dragon as an official public belief, and the mountain people are influenced a lot by them, so naturally there will inevitably be some strange stories circulating- But in fact, the Wild family has lived in the north for 700 years, and has never actually seen a dragon appear in the sky, and those stories are just false. ”

"But now a real dragon has appeared, flying right before my eyes." Gao Wen said lightly.

"If there is a dragon, I'll let you know as soon as possible," Victoria said lightly, and seemed to smile, "I thought you were going to invite me to a dance." ”

"I'm still not good at this, and it's all seven hundred years later, and I don't know what modern dance looks like," Gawain shook his head with a smile and waved his hand, "You guys are busy with yourself, it's not comfortable chatting with my seven-hundred-year-old living fossil here, I'll just see for myself." ”

The expressions of the two dukes were a little stiff at the same time (Victoria has always been stiff), and this sentence was usually said to other juniors or nobles in the party, and this was the first time in many years that someone had said it to themselves, and it was like going back to childhood......

I can't argue with that......

Watching the two contemporary dukes leave, Gawain sighed slightly in his heart.

It wasn't that easy—he had heard the rumors of the Dragon's presence in the Duke of the North in the meeting just now, and he thought it was an important clue.

It has been too long since the dragon left this continent, and no actual dragon sightings have been recorded for nearly a thousand years, so long that those powerful creatures are almost mythical to most of the intelligent races on the continent, but for Gawain, who has hung in the sky for many thousands of years, the dragon is no stranger.

After seeing the dragon, he sorted through his memories and counted all the images of the dragon appearing, and after going through it, he found that almost all the dragons came from the north.

Regardless of whether the time span in the middle is a thousand years or 10,000 years, whether the dragons that come to the continent are a head or a group, they all cross the mountains in the north first, and then enter the hinterland of the continent, and every time the dragon is infested, they seem to have a clear purpose - they will go straight to the depths of the continent, and then leave quickly after doing something, without the intention of playing in the mountains and rivers at all.

Unfortunately, Gawain's perspective in the sky was limited, and he could only see part of the continent and a small amount of coastline in the southern region, and he was not even sure where the northernmost part of the continent could spread, so he couldn't guess whether the dragons were coming from behind the mountain barrier in the north, or from another continent across the sea, farther away.

But he had a feeling that the dragon would definitely reappear.

Gao Wen and his entourage did not stay in the royal capital for long, and left on the third day.

It would take some time for the aid promised by the king to be raised: food supplies could not be taken by land, otherwise half of the men on the road would be consumed, and if they were transported by river, the water level of the Dolgon River on the plain of the Holy Spirit would not rise half a month later; It also takes time for a team of 100 craftsmen and apprentices to be formed, mainly until the various associations have elected all the unlucky people who are unsociable, powerless, and offended, and then select the most unlucky of the top 100 among them to make a register, which is also a relatively time-consuming process, which can ensure that these people can set off quickly before the grain is loaded.

Gawain couldn't afford to wait, he finally got the right to open up the land he wanted, and there were a lot of plans waiting to be implemented in his mind, so after getting a lot of documents from the king, he couldn't wait to leave the royal capital.

When I came, I was slow and leisurely, all the way around, but when I went back, I was quick to whip up, and I hated to fly back directly, at this time, Gawain sincerely envied the "teleportation spell" in many fantasy novels he had read, how good it would be if there was a teleportation technique, just open the door and get home, how can I toss so much?

It's a pity that in this Loren continent, although spells exist, they are not as convenient as in the story, and the use of magic by various races is basically to the extent of rubbing a big fireball to smash people or compressing a piece of arcane energy to paste their faces. Magics such as teleportation and spatial storage are not unrecorded, but they are basically close to legends - for example, the legends say that the primordial elves who have long disappeared in the long river of history have mastered the technology of spatial teleportation, and some people say that dragon magic, the source of many spells in the world, has a description of the space system......

It's a pity that no one has ever seen the real thing.

On the other side, Victoria Wild, Duke of the North, has now returned to her castle in the Northern Territories, Wintercast.

The dukes who guarded the kingdom could not leave their territory for a long time, and although the situation in the north was more stable than in the east, it was impossible to leave the situation without one, so Victoria Wilder left Silver Castle immediately after his first meeting with Gawain Cecil, and returned to his territory first in the fastest griffon.

Tossing the thick, warm silver fox cloak to the servant, Victoria hurried to the depths of the castle.

She sat down in her office, and a woman with black hair and black eyes and an ordinary appearance stepped forward, placed a cup of hot tea on her table, and then came behind her and skillfully squeezed the duchess's shoulder.

"You look tired." The woman spoke, her voice low and reassuring.

"The Founding Duke has really come back to life, the legendary Gawain Cecil," Victoria whispered, "the same looks, the same Pioneer Sword, and I have the audacity to use the magic of detecting lies, and what he says is true." ”

The woman who looked like a maid retorted to Victoria: "A clever trickster can avoid detecting lies, and even if magic works, it's not always reliable—thaumaturgy always has a chance problem, and you can't rely on it too much." ”

Victoria shook her head, "Maggie, I still have my instincts. ”

"Intuition...... "The woman known as Maggie muttered, "and what are you going to do?" ”

"It seems that the resurrected hero has no intention of interfering in the current power system of the kingdom, he is just going to take away his permanent pioneering rights," Victoria said with a nonchalant expression about his experience in the royal capital, "What I care about is his attitude towards the king - I thought that the founding duke would take the Moen family very seriously, and even go toe-to-toe with the current royal family on this issue, but he openly recognized Francis II as the heir of the founding prince...... I didn't expect it. ”

"They must have made contact in private," Maggie paused in her massage, "you're careless." ”

"Careless," Victoria frowned, "and now, that His Majesty may not be able to control ......."

"Do you want to ......?"

"No," Victoria shook her head, "the Wilde family wants Ansu Yongsheng, not power. ”

"So you're not going to do anything," Maggie continued, "you're too gentle. ”

"I don't like the way my parents acted, it's not suitable for this day and age." Victoria said, her eyes involuntarily rising to the wall across the room.

On that wall, the family crest of the Wilde family hangs, as well as five portraits of the founding monarch Charles I and the four pioneer knights, which are arguably standard in the homes of the Ansu nobility.

Next to the portrait of the ancestor of the Wilder family is the portrait of Gawain Cecil, the mighty man in armor and holding the sword of the Pioneer, looking into the distance with vicissitudes of life, as if that gaze could penetrate time and space and see the distant future—an association that made Victoria can't help but think of the resurrection of the other party after seven hundred years, and she couldn't help but shudder slightly.

"Vicky?" Maggie's voice came from behind her.

"Put away the portrait of the Grand Duke Cecil," said Victoria Wild, blandly, "and it is not fitting to hang it any more." ”

"Put it away? Is that possible? ”

“…… He told me in person that he was not used to being hung on the wall while he was still alive," Victoria's voice added a hint of exhaustion, "he is an elder, or a friend of the ancestors, and I can't help but listen to him." ”

"Okay." Maggie nodded helplessly and walked to the other side to put away the portrait.

Then Victoria spoke again: "By the way, Maggie, you are a mountain man, right?" ”

"Yes."

"Then you know...... The story of the dragon? What do you think of them? ”

The black-haired, black-eyed woman turned her back to Victoria, she was silent for a moment, and shook her head: "It's just some boring legend." ”

"But there really is a dragon in the southern Cecil Territory."

"Really?" Maggie reached out and took off Gawain Cecil's portrait, "That's probably not a good thing. ”