After receiving a banquet from Viscount Andrew, Gawain and his entourage were temporarily settled in a guest room in the castle. At Gawain's special request, clean rooms were also available for the two soldiers, Betty and Amber.
Anyway, the castle of Viscount Andrew is huge.
After retiring the waiter, Heidi couldn't help but ask: "Ancestor, do you think Viscount Andrew can be trusted?"
Although she is a "neighbor" with adjacent territories, Heidi well knows about the aristocracy. There is neither integrity nor honor-although they usually emphasize these two points most, they lack these. Especially in this barren and savage southern region far from the political center, the nobles' way of living is even more unbearable. Now that the Cecil family has completely fallen to the bottom, except for the sudden emergence of an ancestor, which is considered a bonus, Heidi really has no confidence to take advantage of other nobles.
"Reliable? I didn't think about it at all," Gawain's answer surprised Heidi. "I didn't know even know Viscount Andrew looked like a few hours ago."
Rebecca was shocked next to him: "Huh? Then you still talked to him so much..."
"Because it is necessary," Gawain looked at Rebecca, "It's not an exaggeration to describe we are at dead end, let alone those we are in trouble and have to feed, look at your own pockets, Is there any money for the next meal? So we have to seek help. Viscount Andrew is just the only option-besides him, can you find anyone reliable you know in the South? ... I neither know him nor his family, and even I am still hearing about him from you two days ago. How can I know he is reliable or not?"
Rebecca felt her head couldn't turn around a bit: "Then why do you think he will help?"
It was not Gawain who answered, but Amber, who had been lying next to the table and filling grapes in her mouth. The half-elf rubbed his mouth and rolled his eyes at Rebecca: "Stupid because he doesn't want to lose money. "
"Don't want to lose money?"
"When the Philip Knight brought the refugees to Tanzanite Town, Viscount Andrew had actually decided," Amber said unhurriedly. "He can completely close the city gate and can stop the refugees. They will retreat on their own or starve to death. don't talk about the mutual aid law. In such remote areas, the kingdom's laws are not as effective as the merchant's gold coins. Since the viscount has accepted the refugees, it means that he is going for Cecil's family compensation. He also believes that the Cecil family can capable of repaying the debt. The transaction was already established and today... it is just a show to clarify the transaction."
Rebecca was stunned by Amber: "You...how can you still understand these things? Is the threshold for thieves so high these days?"
Amber bared her teeth: "Is this high and deep? I don't understand the logic of your nobles and a lot of rules, but I at least understand the principle that thieves don't go empty hand when it comes to interests, Is there a difference between a thief and noble who doesn't want to go empty?"
Rebecca was furious, and drew out the staff and summoned a fireball with a big size: "You have to shut your mouth, believe it or not, I really will hit your face with a fireball!"
Amber seems to be sure that this naïve lady lord won't play really, but also teased happily with a smile: "If you have the ability, you can rub an ice arrow out~~"
As soon as she finished her voice, she felt a chill on her back. An ice arrow flew past the tip of her ear almost, and a piece of ice was frozen on the wall behind her, Heidi not far from her maintaining the posture of raising one finger, her expression indifferent: "The Frost Arrow you want."
A drop of cold sweat slipped on Amber's face. The horror caused by the distance between the Frostbolt and the skin just now even exceeded the danger of the Frostbolt itself. She couldn't help wondering how high-level magic control skills it would take to achieve such precision...
Rebecca twitched the corners of her mouth slightly: Aunt Heidi's offensive magic really did not hit people as always, and the strikes went...
Gawain clapped his hands and ended this short farce: "Well, let's him regarded as our ally for the time being, and we should converge slightly."
The words of the ancestors are still useful. Whether they like it, Heidi and Rebecca put away their staff to show obedience, and even though Amber has escaped the beating, she also understands the truth of accepting what is good.
At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the room. After getting permission from Gawain, the little maid Betty opened the door and walked in.
"Master, Mrs. Heidi, Miss Rebecca," Betty said one by one, skipping Amber directly, "Knight Philip is here."
"Oh, we waiting for him," Gawain nodded, and then noticed the pan in Betty's hand. "Wait... why are you still holding it?"
Betty blinked, thought for a moment, and said, "Because... I haven't gotten home yet, so I don't want to lose it."
Gawain clutched his forehead: "You... well, you are free."
After a while, the Philip Knight who led the Cecil refugees entered the room.
To Gawain's surprise, this is a fairly young warrior: he looks only in his early twenties, with short, light blonde hair, deep eye sockets, and a tall nose. Although his facial features are not very good, As a warrior, his heroic temperament and tall stature are enough to make him stand out among ordinary people. Because it was inside, the other party was not wearing any armor, but in a normal suit with a long sword slung around his waist and on his exposed arms and neck. We could vaguely see bandages.
He really broke through with a lot of injuries.
"My lord, and ma'am," Knight Philip saluted Rebecca and Heidi with one knee immediately after entering the house, "I'm so glad to see you all safe and sound."
"Knight Philip, get up quickly," Rebecca quickly helped him up. "Thanks to you, I can save those soldiers and civilians."
She noticed the bandage on the opponent: "These injuries..."
"I suffered during the breakout, but it's much better," Philip said hastily, "Viscount Andrew arranged a priest and apothecary for me. But..."
The young knight looked embarrassed, with shame and annoyance on his face.
"You mean the gold and silver I asked you to take out of the castle is spent," Heidi said actively, "Don't take it to heart-those things are meant to cope with emergencies, I said when we asked you to take them away. It's all at your disposal."
"Please don't worry. In fact, the gold and silver collected by Viscount Andrew is only part of it," Philip looked better, and then said in a low voice, "Before entering, I separated some of my belongings and gave it to a few trusted soldiers for safekeeping., And some were buried outside the town. I was worried that if Viscount Andrew was too greedy, at least a portion of the money would be left to feed everyone, or the soldiers could make a living on their own..."
Gawain nodded slightly. This is a young man who is both courageous and wit. He can lead a few dozen soldiers to guard a large group of incompetent civilians to breakthrough. Knowing In front of the aristocratic territory he could not compete, he could think of how to preserve the property that the master gave him as much as possible, and even thought of arranging soldiers to make a living on their own. This is even more adaptable.
So he showed a look of approval: "Good job. How many people survived?"
Philip actually saw Gawain in the room from the beginning, after all, the latter's bearing was also really eye-catching. Hearing the question from the other party at this moment, he finally had the opportunity to ask: "Could it be that you are..."
"It seems that Viscount Andrew has already told you," Heidi nodded. "This is the ancestor of the Cecil family, the founding Duke of Anzu, The..."
Without waiting for the other party to finish speaking, Gao Wen quickly interrupted: "It's OK, it's okay, don't need to say the name of the second old middle school, listening to goosebumps..."
Without finishing talking among them, Philip was already on one knee in front of Gawain: "Duke Gawain! I... I heard the news, but I really didn't expect it to be true! You are a role model for all knights., I've been..."
"It's OK, why isn't it over!" Gawain quickly dragged Philip up again. As an outsider occupying someone else's body, he was in an unprecedented embarrassment at this moment. "You tell me how many people survived?"
Philip finally managed to control his excitement, and his face sank following the topic: "Only less than 1,000 people broke out that day. Later, we were attacked by monsters, injured and left behind, and died of illness were reduced and we finally survived. Fewer than nine hundred people have arrived in Tanzanite Town..."
"How much is it?"
"Eight hundred and seventy-three people besides me. Sixteen are full-fledged soldiers, thirty are militiamen, and the rest are civilians."
Rebecca shook a bit.
"Is this the last number of survivors of Cecil's collar..." Heidi murmured to herself, "I didn't expect..."
Gawain patted Heidi on the shoulder: "Do you know how many people were there when we ran out of the hinterland of Gondor over 700 years ago?"
Heidi looked at Gawain: "At that time..."
"There are tens of thousands of people," Gao Wen sighed, "So today this situation is indeed quite daunting."
Heidi: "..."
In Viscount Andrew's office, the Viscount was writing a secret letter.
The secret letter was addressed directly to the king.
Because of the existence of the Gondor Wasteland, Anzu regarded the southern border as the most important barrier area of the kingdom at the beginning of the founding of the country. Even though the south has been too peaceful now, some regulations that have lasted for hundreds of years are continuing in this area, such as ——Every nobleman, large and small in the south, is a direct vassal of the Anzu royal family. They all have the right to talk directly with the king, and they also have the obligation to directly report to the king.
"A salute to Your Majesty the King, your direct vassals greet you.
You should have known about the catastrophe suffered by the Southern Territory Cecil in the last letter, and now there are recent changes here. This is an unprecedented matter, but the minister has personally confirmed that it is actually true.
The ancestor of the Cecil family, the founding prince of Anzu, and the head of the seven generals, Gawain Cecil, have recently returned to the world.
The minister saw light descending on the wasteland of Cecil's collar, and the invading monsters were all destroyed by the light, and then there were dragons. The minister personally went to investigate and joined Viscount Cecil. See When it comes to the resurrection of the heroic spirit..."