When he heard Gao Wen, Victoria nodded slightly, and the next big man, Bai Dewen, raised an eyebrow: "Do I need to avoid it?"

“It doesn’t matter,” Gao Wen took a glass of red wine from the waiter tray passing by, and turned back to look at Victoria. “It’s about the dragon.”

"That is really just a rumor," Victoria said faintly. If the wind in the north is cold, if you don't know her, I might even think she is hard to get close. "I have sent someone to investigate, except for one day. No one outside the drunkard saw the figure of the dragon."

"I didn't say that, but in the hundreds of years in the north," Gao Wen looked at the woman's eyes. "How many rumors about the dragon have been in the North since I died?"

Victoria’s eyebrows rose slightly, and the next-door Bai Dewen’s grandfather looked at her curiously: “So what you said... The story of the so-called “giant haunting” seems to be your 'specialty’ in the north?”

“There are occasional stories about the dragons in the northern region, and even some small groups that worship the dragons are active, but that’s basically the superstition of the mountain people,” Victoria shook his head. There are often snowstorms between the mountains. The mountain people regard the wind and snow as the roar of the dragon, and the north is bordered by the Principality of the Holy Dragon. The people of that country claim to be descendants of the dragon, and the dragon is the official open belief, the mountain people. Affected by them, it is inevitable that some strange stories will be circulated - but in fact the Wilde family lived in the north for seven hundred years, and now they have never really seen a dragon appear in the sky, those stories There is nothing wrong with it."

"But now there is a real dragon that appears, just flying in front of my eyes." Gao Wen said faintly.

"If there is a dragon, I will let you know the first time," Victoria said faintly, and seemed to smile. "I thought you wanted to invite me to dance."

"I still forget it - I am not good at this, and it is seven hundred years old. I don't know what modern dance looks like." Gao Wen smiled and shook his head and waved his hand. "You are busy with yourself, here. It’s uncomfortable to chat with my seven hundred-year-old living fossils, so I can look at it myself."

The expressions of the two dukes are a bit stiff at the same time (Victoria is always very stiff). Generally speaking, they are told to other juniors or small aristocrats at the party. This is the first time in years that someone has said to myself. There is simply a feeling of returning to childhood...

It is still impossible to refute...

Watching the two contemporary dukes leave, Gao Wen’s heart sighed slightly.

Sure enough, it was not so easy - just heard the rumors that the Duke of the North mentioned the dragon in the meeting, he thought it was an important clue.

It has been too long for the dragon to leave this continent. For a long time, there have been no real dragon witnesses recorded in the past millennium. It has been a myth for the vast majority of the intelligent races on the mainland. In the case of Gao Wen, who has been hanging in the sky for many thousand years, the dragon is no stranger.

After witnessing the dragon, he sorted out the memories in his mind and counted all the pictures of the dragons appearing. After browsing them again, he found that basically all the dragons came from the north.

Regardless of whether the time span in the middle is a thousand years or a thousand years, whether the dragons coming to the mainland are one or a group, they first cross the northern mountains and then enter the hinterland of the mainland, and every time the dragons appear, they all seem to have Clear purpose - they will go straight to the depths of the mainland, and quickly leave after doing some things, there is no meaning to swim in the mountains.

Unfortunately, Gao Wen’s perspective in heaven is limited. He can only see a small number of coastlines in some continents and southern regions. He is not even sure where the northernmost part of the continent can spread. Therefore, there is no way to guess which dragons come from. Behind the barriers of the northern mountains is another continent from the farther sea.

Only he has a feeling that the dragon will definitely appear again.

Gao Wen and his team did not stay in Wangdu for too long, and left on the third day.

The aid promised by the king will take some time to be raised: food supplies can't be landed, otherwise people on the road will consume half of the chew, and if they pass the river, they will have to wait until half a month later, the water level of the Dorgon River on the plain of the Holy Spirit will rise. It takes only one hundred craftsmen and apprentices to take time to form, mainly because the associations have to recommend the unreasonable and uncontested sinners who are guilty of the people inside, and then choose The most unfortunate top 100 registration books, this is also a relatively time-consuming process, to ensure that these people are already flying fast before the grain shipment.

Gao Wenke can't wait for this. He finally got the pioneering power he wanted. There are a lot of plans in his mind waiting to be implemented. So after getting a lot of documents provided by the king, he can't wait to leave the king. All.

When I came, I slowly wandered around, and when I went back, I quickly wrestled and hated to fly back directly. At this time, Gao Wen sincerely envied the "transmission spells" in many fantasy novels I have seen. Ok, just open the door and get home. Which one is so tossing?

Unfortunately, on this Loren continent, although the spells exist, there is no convenience to the point in the story. The use of magic by various races basically stays in a big fireball or compresses an arcane energy. degree. Magic such as teleportation and space storage is not unrecorded, but it is almost similar to legends—for example, the original elves that have long since disappeared into the long history of history have mastered the technology of space transmission, and others say Dragon language magic - the source of many spells in the world - there is a description of the space system...

Unfortunately, no one has ever seen it.

On the other side, Victoria D., the Duke of the North, has now returned to her castle in the Northern Territory, the Winter Castle.

The Duke, who guards the kingdom of the kingdom, cannot leave his territory for a long time. Although the situation is more stable than the East in the north, no one can preside over the overall situation, so after Victoria Verd ended his first meeting with Gavin Cecil. He immediately left the Silver Fort and took the fastest gryphon to return to his territory.

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

She sat down in her office, a black-haired, black-faced, ordinary woman stepped forward, placed a cup of hot tea on her table, and then came to her behind her skillfully pinching the shoulders of the Duke.

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

"The founding father is really resurrected, the legendary Gavin Cecil," Victoria whispered. "The looks are exactly the same, the Blazers' swords are exactly the same. I am bold enough to use the magic to detect lies," he said. The things are actually true."

The woman who looks like a maid is refuting Victoria: "The wise sorcerer can avoid detecting lies, and even if the magic works, it is not always reliable. There is always a chance that you can't rely too much on it. ""

Victoria shook his head: "Maggie, I have my instincts."

“Intuition...” The woman, known as Maggie, indulged. “What are you going to do?”

"The resurrected hero seems to have no intention of intervening in the kingdom's current power system. He just has to leave his permanent pioneering power," Victoria said with a faint expression of his king's experience. "What I care about is that he is right. The attitude of the king - I thought that the founding duke would attach great importance to the orthodox blood of the Moen family, and even confront the current royal family on this issue, but he publicly acknowledged the identity of Francis II as the founding father. ...this made me unexpected."

"They should have been in private contact," the action of Maggie's massage stopped. "You care about it."

"Intention," Victoria frowned. "And now, the King’s Majesty is probably not easy to control..."

"Do you want to..."

"No," Victoria shook his head. "The Wilde family wants Ansu Yongsheng, not power."

"So you don't plan to take any action," Maggie continued with a massage. "You are too soft."

"I don't like the way my father's way of doing things is not suitable for this era." Victoria said, his eyes lifted involuntarily and looked at the wall opposite the room.

On the wall, the family emblem of the Wilder family, as well as five portraits—the portraits of the founding father Charles I and the four pioneering knights—can be said to be standard in the aristocratic homes of Ansu. .

Next to the portrait of the ancestors of the Wilde family is the portrait of Govin Cecil. The mighty man wearing the armor and holding the sword of the pioneer looks at the distance with the vicissitudes of the eyes, as if the sight can penetrate the time and space and see the long time. The future is generally - this association makes Victoria can't help but think of the resurrection of the other side after seven hundred years, so I couldn't help but tremble.

"Vigie?" Maggie's voice came from behind.

"Retract the portrait of Grand Duke Cecil," Victoria Verd said faintly. "It’s not appropriate to hang it again."

"Put it up? Is it ok?"

"...he told me personally that he was not used to being hung on the wall when he was still alive," Victoria said in a more exhausted voice. "He is an elder, a ancestor's friend, his words. I can't help but listen."

"Okay." Maggie nodded helplessly, heading opposite and preparing to put away the portrait.

At this time, Victoria said again: "Yes, Maggie, are you a mountain man?"

"Yes."

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

The black-haired woman was facing Victoria, she was slightly silent, shaking her head: "It’s just a boring legend."

"But there really is a dragon appearing in the south of Cecil."

“Is it?” Maggie reached for the portrait of Govin Cecil. “That is not a good thing.”