The black-haired maid heard the hostess's words and some eyes widened unexpectedly: "The ancestor mausoleum? But the Holy Spirit Day has already..."

"Not for the sacrifice of ancestors," Victoria sighed. "Go ready, Maggie."

Maggie looked at the hostess quietly, no more questions, but a slight drop: "Yes, I understand."

Just like Govin Cecil, which was buried in the underground of Cecil Fort in the South, the tombs of the founding dukes of Ansu were finally placed on the land they guarded, guarding the "Duke of Winter" in the northern mountains. The place where Noveld sleeps is in the underground of the Winter Castle, which stands on the hills of the northern border.

Passing through the bottom floor of the winter castle, passing through the deepest and solemn black corridor, it is the oldest and solemn mausoleum of the castle. The family of the Wilde family built with great human and material resources in the foothills. Their magnificent fortress, and nearly half of the manpower and material resources, are used to maintain this mausoleum buried deep in the mountains.

The ancestors of the Wilde family did not like the power of the elements like Govin Cecil. The mausoleum below the winter castle relied entirely on generations of powerful human mage to use human blessings to stabilize the elements, leaving them intact. Seven centuries.

Accompanied by the maid Maggie, Victoria Wilder walked into the underground palace without any extra entourage.

The magic stone lamp embedded in the wall is infused with magical power, giving a dim and constant brilliance: in order not to disturb the ancestors, the magic spar in the mausoleum is specially designed, and its brightness is only about half of that of ordinary magic spar. In such a slightly dim light, the **** of the downward **** of the underground palace extends into the darkness of the front of the Duke's line of sight, which looks ugly and shocking.

But Victoria didn't care about such dimness, and she took a step forward.

The wall built by the town's soul stone bricks receded behind her, and the sturdy stone steps and boots collided with a hollow echo, echoing in the oldest ramp of the entire fortress. Victoria had a feeling that she seemed to be in the opposite The trajectory of time goes to the past. Every time she walks 100 meters in this ancient martyr, it is back in a hundred years. She walked through the foggy month and passed through the last heyday of Ansu. The dynasty reform, passed the year of prosperity, and finally... arrived seven hundred years ago, arrived at the country and the initial starting point of the family.

The rectangular mausoleum hall arrived, and the maid Maggie came silently to the stone pillar next to the entrance of the hall, and pressed his hand on a metal disc on the surface of the stone pillar. With the magic infusion, the magic crystal stone embedded in the hall also Light up one by one, let the original dark hall float a layer of light that is enough to see things.

The portraits of the homemakers of Wilde are hung on the walls on both sides of the hall. From the first generation of "Donggong Dagong Snowville" to the father of Victoria, everyone has the same silver hair and serious face, they are slightly Low eyelids, as if looking at the visitors who walked into the hall with a serious gaze, Victoria Wilder calmly greeted the eyes of this pair of eyes and saw the ancient teachings inscribed on the wall:

"We are the last barrier of Ansu"

Victoria’s eyes slowly swept over the faces of the ancestors and finally fell on his father’s body. Her eyes stayed on the majestic old duke for a long time before he whispered: “Father, as you might expect. That's the case, the hidden danger of the second dynasty is finally erupting... but you probably don't expect the biggest variable in this chaos to come from..."

After a moment of silence, the female duke raised her head and told the maid beside him: "Go out first, I need to be alone."

The black-haired maid exited the hall silently, and Victoria Verde walked forward.

She came to the stone platform at the end of the hall. The platform was about half a person high, like a wide tabletop. The platform was engraved with a circle of runes and patterns, but the surface of the platform was as clean as a mirror. Decorative traces.

After hesitating for a moment, the Duke had placed his hand on the platform and whispered the ancient mantra.

The magic in the air stirred up, and the runes around the platform lit up one by one. The clean, mirror-like countertops began to sway like water, accompanied by a milky white glimmer, a silver-white metal plate about one foot square. From the surface of the rippling platform floated up.

The metal plate was actually sealed in a dense stone.

Victoria picked up the metal plate. It was not heavy, and it was very thin. The edge of the metal plate could see the tough decorative lines. This is the typical sturdy style. She rubbed the surface of the metal plate, and the metal plate then emerged. The text comes.

Charlie Moen, the guide, the leader, the protector, the founder of the kingdom, we respect it as the king.

Gao Wen Cecil, the owner of the knight, the pioneer, the protector, the founder of the kingdom, we respect it as the guardian of the South.

Snowveld, the grip of the frost, the guardian of knowledge, the pioneer, the founder of the kingdom, we respect it as the guardian of the north.

Anthony Loren, the owner of the warrior...

Always indifferent and alienated, the Duke of the Northland, as inaccessible as the Snow Queen, couldn’t help but look awed when she saw the metal plate. Her eyes slid over the glorious names. Behind each name is a mountain standing on top of each other. They represent the cornerstone of this kingdom. They represent the power of the catastrophic catastrophe that destroyed the human civilization seven hundred years ago. It also represents the country. a law.

This is a list of all the founders of Ansu at the beginning of the country, arranged according to merit and knighthood, but it is not just a list.

Victoria turned the metal plate over, and on the back of the metal plate, a piece of text clearly appeared on it:

"...If a natural disaster strikes out, or an irreparable man-made disaster occurs, resulting in the death of the king or the inability to continue to protect the kingdom for various reasons, in the absence of a heir available, the list of people inherits and takes over the kingdom... ”

Seven hundred years ago, it was an age of storms.

People living in a stable and peaceful period may hardly imagine what it was like when humans just took out wasteland and built a kingdom on a barbaric land. Even Victoria Wilde can only see from ancient books. To the record of that period of time, or to hear some sporadic descriptions from the mouths of a few longevity races, there is no understanding of empathy.

But every time she saw the list and saw the words behind the list, she could still imagine how dangerous the kingdom of the ancestors was in the beginning of Ansu.

The aftermath of the magic tide is constantly invading the country until the magnificent wall is completed. The monsters that have rushed out of the wasteland are still attacking the human world. Even when the magic tide is the strongest, the hinterland of the Holy Spirit will be out of thin air. A large-scale erosion has occurred. To this day, a piece of black corroded wall tiles remains on a section of the inner city of St. Sunil City, silently describing the time of danger.

In those days, the king would die at any time, and the guardian Duke would die at any time, and everyone would die at any time.

So this list is available, as well as the “emergency inheritance rules” behind the list.

However, it has never been thought before that the "permanent pioneering power" of the honorary nature will come into effect one day. Those who know this list may not have thought about it. Someone on this list will suddenly come alive...

Victoria Wilder looked at the metal plate in her hand quietly. After a long time, she sighed softly, placed the metal plate solemnly on the stone platform, and reversed the spell to re-seal it.

After doing all this, she stepped back two steps, left the stone platform, and turned around looking around the hall.

There are many stone gates on the walls on both sides of the hall. There are corridors behind the stone gates. The corridors lead to different tombs. One day, she will also lie in one of the tombs. One of her sons will stand. The place where she is standing now, also looks around here.

But maybe you will think differently.

After standing for a while, the female duke seemed to have made up her mind. She looked at the closed door and saw that Maggie was still guarding the door through the vague sense of breath.

In fact, even if no one is guarding, no one will dare to squat in this place.

Victoria turned back and looked at the previous stone platform, then walked around the platform and headed for the door behind the stone platform.

This door is the most special. It occupies a wall of the hall alone. There is no corridor behind the door. There is only one burial chamber.

From this structure, the layout of this mausoleum is no different from the Cesar ancestor mausoleum.

With the snoring of the magical organs, the Duke opened the door to the deepest special tomb, and she stepped in and lit the magical stone in the deep tomb.

The crystallized stone illuminates this spacious hall, with a glimpse of the hall's furnishings: a large number of slate and magic cloths depicting the mysterious runes are arranged around the hall, and other empty spaces can be seen in bookshelves, planet instruments and miniatures. The mage tower model and other objects are arranged in a seemingly random and orderly position, while on the highest platform in the center of the hall, a black iron shovel is quietly placed.

"The ancestor, your descendants will come to see you."

Victoria Wilder whispered with a solemn expression, then seemed to swallow his mouth and walked towards the iron shovel.

She came to the high platform and saw the slate leaning against the shovel. The slate was engraved with the last sentence left by the Wilder family ancestor Snowell to the world:

"Old guys, I am really boring to live longer than you."

It’s hard for outsiders to imagine that the ancestors of Wilde, who had only a frosty and serious expression on various official portraits, would have left such a sentence at the last moments of his life, but Victoria was no longer surprised by this sentence. .

She turned her attention away from the slate and stared at the dark iron shovel in front of her face, her face showing a hesitant look.

She hesitated for nearly ten minutes, finally finally boldly reached out and tapped the lid of the shovel.

The shovel did not respond.

Hesitated again, she reached out again, tapping the lid of the shovel and quickly turned around and looked around.

Of course there is no one here, so the female Duke of the Northland took a breath and leaned closer to the iron shovel: "...is there?"

Three minutes passed, and the only thing I heard in the ears of the Victorian Duke was my breathing and heartbeat.

The duke's face seemed to cover a layer of frost. She quickly straightened up and stepped back two steps, whispering to herself: "...damn, I am doing something stupid..."

She quickly left the tomb and left the hall of the underground palace. When the maid Maggie saw her, the northern guardian had regained the indifference, noble and calm appearance.

"Vigie, you have been in it for a long time."

"In order to confirm something," Victoria said faintly. "Let's go, Maggie, this time, I really have to go back to the room to rest."

"Ok."