After Hetty and Bodwin left, only Gawain and the Duchess of Victoria were left in the study - Amber was actually there at first, but she disappeared the next second Gawain announced that the business was over, and by this time she should have scurried to the nearest bar nearby, and if she hadn't stepped on the mouse trap on the road, she was now holding a beer and began to pause.

Victoria returned to Gawain's desk, her eyes looking curious, "Do you have any other orders?" ”

"Have you forgotten what I told you earlier?" Gawain smiled, got up and opened a small cabinet next to his desk, and took out a sturdy and delicate wooden box from it, he handed it to Victoria, and at the same time opened the clasp on the lid, "It's back to its owner." ”

Victoria immediately guessed the contents of the box, she took a light breath, and solemnly lifted the lid, where a thick book with a mottled and old cover and yellowed paper was lying quietly in a velvety backing.

The ink on the book had long since dried, but the moment she opened the lid, Victoria still felt that she could faintly smell the scent of ink—perhaps her delusion, or the lingering smell of the potion used by the reviser to restore the ancient book. There seemed to be some fluctuations on her ice-definy face, and there was a mixture of emotion and joy in her ice-crystal-like eyes.

"That's what it is...... Our family's long-lost travelogue ......," she muttered softly as if to herself.

"This is the restored Travels of Mordir," Gawain nodded, "it had been haphazardly pieced together by a crappy compiler, together with several other fragments, but now it has been restored, and the only precious notes left by Mordir Wilde are inside." ”

At this point he paused, and added: "But there are still things missing in this travelogue - after all, it is six hundred years old, and there may have been more than one owner in between, and some chapters have been lost, I suspect that this is at least a quarter of the length, and it is unlikely that this part will be recovered, I hope you can understand this." ”

"This is already very rare, Your Majesty," Victoria said at once, with a rare hint of excitement in her eyes, "this book has been lost for so long, I didn't even think it would be found in my generation—it means a lot to our family, and Your Majesty, the Wild family will always remember your kindness!" ”

"Then I'll accept your thanks," Gawain smiled, and then changed his words, "but I have some things to say to you while I return this book to you—also about this travelogue." ”

"About this travelogue?" Victoria was a little curious, and after noticing the seriousness in the other party's eyes, she immediately became serious, "Of course, please speak." ”

"There's a part of the book that isn't open to the public," Gawain said, gesturing to Victoria's travelogue, "and you can see there's a bookmark in it—open the corresponding location, and the twenty-seven pages since then are the non-public parts." It recounts a special adventure by Modiel Wild, a ...... Adventures near the Dragon Nation. ”

"Dragon Nation?!" Rao was Victoria's usual calmness, and at this time, he couldn't help but exclaim slightly, "You mean Talrond?!" ”

"Yes, Talrond, this is exactly where I am going this time," Gawain nodded, "Of course, my trip to Talrond has nothing to do with the adventures of Mordil Wilde six hundred years ago. ”

Victoria nodded, and then couldn't help but ask, "Why can't this part of the adventure record be made public?" ”

"Mordir came into contact with some secrets of the Northern Seas during his adventure, and those secrets are taboo, not only for the dragons, but also for humans, and I have discussed this with the representatives sent by the dragons," Gawain patiently explained, "You should also be able to judge the specific content after reading it yourself." All in all, I have made an agreement with the dragon side that the corresponding passages in the travelogue will not be disseminated to the general public, and of course, you are a descendant of Mordir Wild, so you have the right to know, and you have the right to inherit the knowledge left by Mordir. ”

"Inheritance, but don't spread it to the outside world, right?" Victoria is very smart, she has realized from Gawain's solemn attitude that her ancestors left behind more than just a strange adventure record, and that things that can be cautiously regarded as "dangerous taboo" by the dragons and the legendary hero in front of her are definitely worthy of everyone's caution, so she didn't feel inappropriate at all because Gawain and the dragons reached an agreement on "Modir's Travels" in advance, but nodded very seriously, "Please rest assured, I will take your warning to heart." ”

"Very well," Gawain bowed slightly, "this trip to Tallund, although for me personally it was only due to the invitation of the dragon god, if I have the chance, I will also try to investigate the things that Mordir came into contact with back then, and if the investigation is fruitful, I will tell you when I come back." ”

"Thank you very much," said Victoria, bowing her head, with the utmost sincerity, "but you should be careful about your own safety—if it is something so dangerous to humanity, we would rather not touch its secrets." ”

Gawain snorted, indicating that he would judge. He didn't explain to Victoria in detail at this time the concepts of the Voyager, the Great Tower of the North, the Ancient Rebellion, and so on, because he himself was not very sure about these things, and rashly throwing out unverified information would only cause more confusion to the other party, as for himself...... His trip to Tallund was to solve these puzzles.

……

In the newly expanded Cathedral of Cecil (the headquarters of the New Church of the Light), the main hall is not yet open.

Several thick pillars supported the large circular prayer hall, the high dome of the prayer hall was inlaid with the emblem of holy light made of magic crystal lamps, and among the neat and clean benches, the faint but warm holy light was slowly surging, and a small, light-like figure flew quickly between these benches and pillars, looking elated.

Veronica, holding a platinum scepter, was standing in front of the pulpit at the front of the hall, her eyes slightly closed, her head hanging down, as if she was praying silently.

Wright, who was extraordinarily tall, stood on the pulpit in front of her, the patriarch dressed in a simple white robe, his eyes were gentle and calm, and a faint light slowly wandered beside him, while behind him, where the old church should have placed the icon of the gods, there was only a lens-like crystal shadow wall—the sunlight outside the church was refracted through a series of complex crystals, and finally filled into this crystal shadow wall, and the faint light emitted illuminated the entire pulpit.

The New Church of Light no longer needs a definite god as an idol, and the sunlight that is introduced into the church through a lens represents the idea of the new Church - sunlight is one of the fairest things in the world, and no one has the right to deprive anyone of this right, just as no one can deprive everyone of the Holy Light in their hearts.

"It's rare to see you praying here," Wright lowered her head and looked at the "Holy Princess" in front of her, "and she called me here." ”

In the eyes of outsiders, Veronica is a real "holy and pious person", from the old church period to the new church period, this holy princess has shown a kind of faith and piety, embracing the image of the holy light, she is always praying, always lingering in the light, it seems that faith has become a part of her life, but those who know the inside story know that all this is just a "human design" created for himself by this ancient rebel.

She was supposed to be one of the most unbelieving people in the world, she had never followed the God of Light, and in fact she hadn't embraced the Light much - the light that forever haunted her was only some kind of Gondor Age technology, and her devotion was to avoid the Spiritual Seal and the backlash of the God of Light - strictly speaking, it was also a technical means.

So Veronica wouldn't have prayed without people and without necessity—something that only a few people like Wright and Gawain knew.

"I'm going to follow Your Majesty to Tallund soon," Veronica said as she finished her prayer and raised her eyes to the Patriarch in front of her, "it's a long way from here. ”

"You don't look like someone who would seek guidance and comfort in such a thing," Wright said slowly, "is there anything you need me to help with?" ”

Veronica looked at Wright silently for a few seconds, then nodded slightly, and handed over the platinum scepter that never left her: "I need you to keep it for me until I return with Your Majesty." ”

“…… This scepter? Wright, obviously surprised, couldn't help but raise an eyebrow, "I thought you'd take it with you to Talrond - you never leave this thing." ”

“…… Tallund is too far away," Veronica said, "Far from Loren, my control over the Platinum Scepter will be weakened, and while theoretically the God of Light won't be actively following this side, we must be just in case." After this period of reform, we have reformed the doctrine and the various dioceses, and the dichotomy of faith has begun to bear fruit, and the 'bridging role' between God and man is no longer as dangerous as before, but this scepter is still uncontrollable for ordinary people, only you...... It can be completely unaffected by the Mind Seal and hold it safely for a longer period of time. ”

Will the control of the Platinum Scepter weaken when away from the Loren continent?

Wright was keenly aware of the key to the other's words, but he glanced at Veronica and didn't ask any questions - the ancient rebel had many secrets hidden in him, but no one could get her to tell them unless she was willing to reveal them. In the final analysis, even if the relationship between His Majesty and this rebel is only a cooperative relationship, it is even more difficult for others to get to the bottom of this "Royal Highness Princess".

The Patriarch shook his head and reached out to take the scepter.

It was just a warm, heavy staff, and Wright didn't feel anything from it other than the power of the light.

"Is there anything I need to pay attention to?" He asked.

Veronica nodded, "You don't have to hold it all the time, but make sure it's always within a hundred meters of you, and no one else can touch it while you release the scepter - otherwise the 'bridge' will immediately point to the new contact, drawing the gaze of the God of Light to the human world." And then there is an important point......"

Wright listened attentively with a serious expression.

"Try not to use it as a weapon when leading the young priests into the mountains for exercise, and it would be better to have a normal warhammer," Veronica said lightly, "This is an antiquity after all." ”

Wright: "...... Frankly speaking, this thing doesn't work well as a weapon, it's a bit lightweight. ”

Obviously, both men were serious about it.

Then Wright raised his head, glanced at the sunlight shining into the church through the crystal, and said to Veronica: "It's not early, the church is only closed for half a day today, and I'm going to prepare for the afternoon sermon." Do you want to pray here for a while? It's about half an hour away from opening. ”

Veronica bowed her head slightly: "Go get busy, Patriarch, I still have something to think about here." ”

Wrett nodded, turned and walked in the direction of the prayer hall exit, beckoning between the benches across the pulpit, "Go, Emily!" ”

A humanoid glow poked its head out of the pew, responded happily, and burrowed into the gently undulating light behind Wright, and left the prayer hall with the archpatriarch.

In the huge hall, Veronica was the only one standing quietly in front of the pulpit.

The "Princess of the Holy Light" lowered her head with her eyes slightly closed, looking at the wooden pulpit like a devout believer, not knowing what to think, until she was silent for ten minutes, she slowly raised her head.

The light in those eyes, which had always been floating, seemed to be a little dimmer than usual.

The next moment, her murmur sounded in the prayer hall as if talking to herself:

"Perform a Type II security splitting process.

"The memory and personality bank began to perform remote synchronization......

"Ready to go offline......

"We wish us the best of luck and look forward to the observational data we bring from Tallund.

"Personality data has been backed up, and the Ophelia-Cruise unit has gone offline."

……

On the third day after the "divine burial" of the goddess of magic, everything was arranged.

In the courtyard square on the west side of Cecil Palace, Melita Pernia appeared in front of Gawain as promised.

Since this was not an official diplomatic event, and there was no publicity arrangement, there were very few people who came to see him off, except for the three archons and the necessary guards on the spot, only a few high-ranking officials of the government department came to the square.

"I thought there would be a lot of people," Melita said with a smile on her face, looking at Gawain in front of her, "This is not like a guard of honor for the emperor." ”

"The guard of honor is for outsiders to see—there is no need to make a big deal about outsiders this time," Gawain said casually, glancing at Melita, who had come alone, "Now I'm curious how we're going to get to Talrond...... Are you taking us there? ”

"I'm the senior agent who liaises with you, and of course I'm in charge," Melita smiled slightly, "as for how to get there...... Fly over, of course. ”