Gawain didn't know the bold and inconspicuous idea in Rebecca's mind, but he also knew that Viscount Andrew's protection of Cecil's people must not be gratuitous - the era when the lord swore to defend his people, the whole people watched and helped each other, and everyone selflessly contributed to the reconstruction of civilization has long passed, and although the Ansu Kingdom has not yet recovered to the glory of the Gondor era seven hundred years later, the nobles' skills in selfishness have reached the full level, there is no doubt about it, From the day Cecil's refugees entered Tanzania, Rebecca was saddled with a debt from above.

But it's better to be burdened with this debt than to die.

"The Cecil family will thank you for your help," Gawain said to break the silence, "but for now, the disaster itself is more important. ”

From the very beginning, Viscount Andrew had noticed Gawain, who was sitting between Rebecca and Hetty, and he was very curious about this man with a majestic face and a large sword beside him, who was not in the aristocratic circles he knew—but judging from the respectful attitude of Hettie and Rebecca towards this man, this man was by no means an ordinary person.

So after Gawain spoke, he took the opportunity to ask: "Forgive me for taking the liberty of being curious just now—who is Your Excellency?" ”

"The ancestor of the Cecil family, the pioneer of the pioneers, one of the seven founding generals of Ansu, the Grand Duke of the South, Gawain Cecil," Hetty had been waiting for this question for a long time, and immediately stood up and introduced with a serious face, "You should have grown up listening to this name—he is the first light of the dawn." ”

Gawain tried to make a serious appearance without anger and self-authority, and bowed his head slightly with Hetty's forcible blowing, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help but be stunned, and quietly asked Rebecca next to him: "What the hell is that last name?" ”

Rebecca hurriedly explained: "After your death, the founding monarch set up a nickname for you......"

Gao Wen was shocked: "...... That old middle school second can't think of a nice name?! ”

On the side of Viscount Andrew, the first reaction of this meticulous orthodox nobleman after hearing Hetty's words was a sluggish face.

Is this lady finally crazy because her family suffered a catastrophe and was frightened by monsters, but she was under too much mental pressure?

As Gawain had thought at the beginning, it was impossible for anyone else to believe that the ancestors of the Cecil family would crawl out of the coffin unless they saw it with their own eyes, and even the well-informed nobles and learned mages would not believe this kind of fantasy - but the commoners who could not read a single word but were full of superstitious thoughts might believe it.

After hearing Hetty's words, Andrew did not immediately ask the attendant to come up and feed the lady medicine, which was already a very self-contained performance.

"Allow me, ma'am...... Forehead...... Let me think about it," Andrew struggled to adjust his expression, as if trying to find a way to express his emotions without being too rude, but finally couldn't help but tell the truth, "I know you're in an unimaginable nightmare, but you're using such a whimsical story to ...... Isn't that a bit overdone? ”

Hetty's expression remained unchanged: "I know you're going to react, in fact we can't believe it's true, but the ancestor of House Cecil has indeed woken up from his long sleep, and we have seen him sit up from his coffin with the Pioneer Sword in his hand, and we have verified that he is truly resurrected, not a trick like resurrection......

Andrew showed a crying and laughing expression: "If you have any request for me, then please say it directly, this ......"

Gawain waved his hand to sit down Hetty, he put the Pioneer Sword on the table, and turned to look at Viscount Andrew: "Viscount, what do you think is the point of Hetty telling such a lie?" A viscounty is destroyed by monsters and elemental tides, and a dragon appears in the sky above our territory, this level of incident can directly alarm His Majesty the King in the royal capital, in this fateful situation, we will arrange for a person to put on an ancient costume, take an inferior ancient sword, and come to your castle to tell you a fantastical story, just to have fun? ”

As he spoke, he poured the magic power in his body into the Pioneer Sword, and with the infusion of magic power, dark red lines appeared on the ancient longsword again, this time its lines were clearer, and a heraldic pattern of a sharp blade and an iron plow crossed near the hilt of the sword was formed - it was the emblem that the Cecil family had set on the day of the founding of the Ansu state, representing the family crest of the pioneering years.

Knights also have magical powers, but they use them in a very different way than mages.

Although the Pioneer Sword has lost most of its former power, the most basic identifying features are still there, and Andrew was a little stunned the moment he saw the sword - he had never seen the real Pioneer Sword, but the replica of this sword was enshrined in the royal temple in the royal capital, and he had the privilege of seeing that replica a few years ago, so he naturally would not admit it.

If the sword on the table wasn't a forgery made by the Cecil's family, it could only be the real thing—the one sealed in the Cecil's cemetery, and no one would dare to make a decision even if their family was in decline.

Will this declining family go and dig up the graves of their ancestors, dig up the holy sword and use it to tell a big lie?

Andrew hesitated, if this was really a farce, then the cost of this farce would be a little more frightening, but if it was not a farce......

The fact that the old ancestor suddenly ran out of the grave when he died is really TM no one dares to believe it!!

"You can find an elven craftsman to verify the authenticity of this sword, this sword was built by their people back then, they know how to check the elven sigils, you can also take out the portraits of the founding princes and compare them with me, although I have been sleeping for seven hundred years, but my own appearance has fortunately not changed much," Gawain looked at Andrew's uncertain face, and said with a slight smile, "If you can do it, you can also look for the elven mercenaries who participated in the second development and are now living in seclusion in the mountains and forests, Maybe there are people in there who know me. ”

"No, you don't have to," Viscount Andrew waved his hand, rubbing his eyebrows, feeling that what was happening in front of him was really not something he was good at dealing with, "since it's a legendary hero like you...... It may be possible to sleep for 700 years and then be resurrected. ”

Even though he said that, a discerning person could see at a glance that the viscount was probably still not very convinced of Gawain's identity, and he was just looking for an excuse to temporarily suspend the discussion in a half-believing situation.

He had already figured it out - what did the ancestor of the Cecil family have to do with him when he jumped out of the coffin? Why bother with the truth of this matter, since the people of Cecil's family say that it is true, then it is better to take it as true.

Anyway, it's just an ancient man who has been dead for seven hundred years.

And after thinking through these things, Viscount Andrew seemed to realize a detail mentioned by Gawain just now: "Wait a minute, you just said ...... There's a dragon around here?! ”

"That's right, Blue Dragon, I don't know where it flew from, but it ended up going northwest...... Gawain nodded, and then took the opportunity to tell the other party everything that happened in Cecil Territory, "...... That's the way it is. ”

"Distortion...... Monsters of the Demon Tide Period...... And the dragon ...... My God......" Viscount Andrew's brow seemed to lock in a ball, and a blush on his pale face faded, "What the hell is wrong with this world......

"What is going on in the world is something for those scholars and His Majesty the King to consider, and all we have to do is to relay what is happening here to the city of St. Sunil as soon as possible," Hetty interrupted Andrew, "the matter is already serious. ”

"I have sent a messenger to report the attack on Cecil," said Viscount Andrew, "and the messenger is on his fast horse, and should be halfway by this time. ”

It seems that this Viscount Andrew is still very capable of doing some practical things, he not only accepted the refugees from the neighboring territories, but also sent a messenger to report to the king as soon as possible, which should have been considered very good among the border nobles of this era, but Hetty had to make further requests: "Viscount Andrew, this is not enough—the matter is serious enough that Rebecca must personally meet His Majesty." Moreover, the Grand Duke of Cecil awoke from his long sleep, and he had to go to the royal capital. We are grateful for your help to the Cecil family, but we still need more help. ”

Andrew's eyelids lowered slightly when he heard Hetty's words, as if in thought, and then he stood up and walked around the long table with his hands in his hands.

"What do you need? Fast horses? Supply? Bodyguard? ”

"All of them," Rebecca said, plucking up courage, "and we need your help in caring for the people of Cecil's Territory for a while longer—until we return from the royal capital and have new territory to settle them......

"That's the point," Viscount Andrew said, raising his hand, interrupting Rebecca, "and I'm about to talk about it, in fact: I'm already doing my best to help my neighbors, and I'm happy to be a generous person, but I'm just a mere viscount, and how much more can I give to feed those refugees?" ”

Gawain picked up the black tea that was already a little cold in front of him, took a sip, and said in his heart that this viscount had finally talked about "business".

Rebecca said a little impatiently: "Philip Knight brought a batch of gold and silver when he broke through, and those gold and silver should be enough ......"

"Of course, I know the gold and silver," Viscount Andrew interrupted Rebecca again, "Rest assured, I'm not a person who takes advantage of people's dangers, but both medicine and food come at a cost. I should have said that, right? The brave knight arrived in Tanzanian with a bruised wound, and almost all the soldiers and civilians he brought with him were wounded, and in order to heal them, I used up the best herbs in the territory, and hired the best priests, which cost a lot of money, and the gold and silver were just enough. ”

Rebecca's eyes widened.

"Of course, I want to stress that I am not going to take advantage of the danger," continued Viscount Andrew, "so I will continue to take in those refugees and help you as much as I can, I just want to make sure that after I have done this, will the Cecils still be able to pay this debt?" ”