Sword of Daybreaker

To the north of the Loren continent, the mountains, the cold wind and the flag of the Wilde family rule the northern border of the empire. Although it is still autumn, for this cold northern land, the breath of winter has begun to sway the group. The gateway between the mountains——Along with the dry and cold air currents that have never stopped since the beginning of autumn, the weather in Winter County is getting colder day by day. The occasional wind whizzes through the mountains and loosens some of the mountains. As the snow fell to the mountainside, people living on the mountain would even suspect that the winter snow has arrived, and the cold wind is ahead.

Of course, for the Winter Castle on the top of the mountain, wind and snow is a more common thing, and it has nothing to do with the solar terms. Even in the midsummer, the Winter Castle is sometimes suddenly covered by snow, even the castle. In the clear sky around, snowflakes will unreasonably fly up from the courtyards and balconies of the castle. When such snowflakes suddenly appear, the servants in the castle know that this is the "Duke of Ice and Snow" living in the depths of the castle. "The mood is changing, but the specific mood of the northern guardian is good or bad that day... Then only the close-knit maids will know.

At the highest point of Winter Fort, a tower full of magical brilliance is quietly standing on the stone platform, and flying snowflakes continue to condense from the sky at the top of the tower, flying around the tower and half of the castle, and the magic is in The light stream formed in the air mixed with these flying snow, with a mesmerizing beauty, but also fearful because of the cold-two maids stood in a corridor in the upper part of the tower, a little nervous Looking at the heavy snow outside the window, one of them couldn't help but came to the window and checked again whether the window was closed.

The windows are of course closed, but looking at the heavy snow outside the window, the maids always feel that the cold wind seems to have penetrated the walls and crystal glass, blowing on their faces.

"Is the hostess angry?" The maid who checked the window retreated, and said to her companion nervously, "It has been a whole day, and the heavy snow outside hasn't stopped--now the courtyard is completely covered by snow. Up."

"There is no need for us to think about this," the maid standing there looked calm. "The hostess will not be angry at us if she is angry--and she is not necessarily angry, maybe it's just that she is extra happy today."

"You seem to know it well?"

"Fortunately-I have been working in this castle for ten years. The hostess is actually much gentler than you think, not to mention that Miss Maggie has returned to the castle now, with her accompanying the hostess, let alone Those of us are worried."

"Hey? Miss Maggie has returned? Why didn't I see it?"

"She only came back last night and didn't enter the castle through the main entrance-she flew in directly from the terrace." Some older maids couldn't help but smile, as if she had seen it with her own eyes, "Don't forget Now, Miss Maggie is a powerful dragon!"

"……Oh!"

...

The conversation that took place in the corridor was low enough to hide from ordinary people’s ears, but could not hide from the perception of the legendary mage and the dragon. Standing in the magic meditation room, Victoria opened her eyes from contemplation. Before she could speak, Maggie, who was waiting next to her, had already taken the initiative to speak: "Let me remind the two in the corridor, they are discussing more and more lively."

"No," Victoria shook her head blankly. "They're just chatting, I don't care."

Maggie nodded slightly, did not say anything, but Victoria exhaled gently and waved off the incense burning in the meditation room. As the magic runes on the floor went out one by one, the guardian of the north turned to look at herself This servant and friend follower glanced at him and said casually: "Are you happy to spend time in Cecil City?"

Maggie glanced at Victoria with a faint smile: "If I said I was very happy, and I almost forgot to come back, would you be sad?"

Victoria did not say a word, but returned with a blank stare.

"Well, your expression of'I know I can't make a joke, but I just want to make a grimace' is so obvious, I almost didn't see it," Maggie sighed helplessly, shrugged and smiled. Said, "To be honest, I am very happy in the Imperial City. Rebecca is a good friend. Your Majesty is generous and full of wisdom. The work as a flight consultant and instructor is not too heavy-and there are many dragonborn over there. ."

"Then why did you come back early?" Victoria asked curiously, "isn't it good to be with my compatriots?"

"If I want to be with my compatriots, wouldn't it be better to return to the Principality of Holy Dragon?" Maggie laughed and shook her head and said, "There is no special reason, it's just that the work over there is over. The flying unit's. Training has been on the right track, and new dragonborns have signed up to participate in the recruitment of the technical department. Now you need more manpower than the imperial capital—and even if something goes wrong on the imperial capital, it’s no trouble for me to fly there now. ."

Victoria nodded and said nothing. Maggie watched her eyes and listened to the wind and snow roaring outside the castle. It took a few seconds before she suddenly said: "My heart still can't calm down? Remember that the incense used for meditation is very effective for you."

"The incense can only help me concentrate, but it can't stop my mind from thinking," Victoria said helplessly, but she couldn't help but recall the information she had received from Amber when she communicated with the imperial capital. She frowned. I wrinkled a little bit, no longer the expressionless look just now, "I finally understand what Heidi and Rebecca felt when they faced the resurrected ancestors in the tomb of Gawain Cecil. ..."

Maggie looked at her friend quietly, and it took a long time to break the silence: "You and them have a different mood, because the situation you are facing is completely different. They had no way to go at the time, and the ancestors came out of the grave. It’s all their reliance and hope, and you’re open in front of you, and you’re showing your ambitions on this open stage. Therefore, under this premise, an “ancestor” that pops up suddenly is not necessarily for you. Good thing."

Victoria sighed softly, her voice low: "Maggie, you know I am not worried about this."

"Yes, I know that you are not a person who is greedy for power and position. Your self-confidence and ability make you hard to shake under any circumstances, plus the actions of the great adventurer Modil Wilde himself. Style, you really don’t have to worry about it affecting the order you maintain here... But after all, an ancestor who had been away for six hundred years suddenly returned to this world. This incident may have brought too many changes, right? Maggie said with a faint smile, "No gods can control the future, you are just a mortal, Vicky-but you don't like the feeling of losing control of the future."

Having said that, she paused and added calmly: "What's more, that'adventurer Modil' is in a very strange state now, whether he came back from the grave or was in the past six hundred. He has been roaming the world in a haunting manner for years, and now he doesn't look like a'normal living person'. As a descendant of the Wilde family, you can't leave such a family ancestor alone."

Victoria looked at Maggie, and sighed helplessly after staring for a long time. The corner of her mouth was a little curved: "You know me better-I am afraid that other people might not think about what I am thinking about for a day by my side."

"What about your decision?" Maggie raised her head and asked calmly, "You have been frowning here for a long time-although it's not easy to see, but now you should have a decision?"

"...I have a responsibility, and many decisions cannot be so capricious," Victoria pondered for a moment and whispered, "especially now that the situation in the north has just stabilized, I can't focus too much on my personal affairs..."

"You stretched yourself too tight, Vicki, and the business of the old Duke Modil Wilde is not your personal business-it is something that even your majesty is paying attention to, and it has even affected the Empire and Talrond. Major events in the two countries," Maggie knew that the friend in front of her was a bit tricky, and the other party’s overly serious character was often troublesome at this time. Fortunately, she was accustomed to it. "Occasionally, set aside routines and constraints and do something bold. Decide, or you can discuss it with your Majesty first... If even your Majesty approves it, then you have no need to worry."

"It seems that you trust our Majesty very much now," Victoria seemed to have figured out something in her heart, and she smiled. "You have some truth, this is an unconventional thing, and I should do something very The rule's decision... Maggie, I decided to go to Tarrond personally to confirm the situation of the'adventurer Modil'. It is said that he cannot be stimulated by the surname'Wild' now, so surely There is no way to come to Winterhold. Since he can't come, I will go and look for him."

...

In the study room covered with blue velvet carpet in Cecil Palace, Amber was standing opposite Gawain's desk, and Gawain nodded slightly after hearing her report.

"So... you think the Violet Kingdom in the north has a lot of suspicion," he raised his head and looked at the half-elf with a serious look in front of him. "You suspect that Modil Wilde's last adventure was to go I lost Violet-and encountered some change there that caused him to live to this day and be in a strange state of'amnesia'?"

"It doesn’t necessarily have to live to this day. Maybe he has experienced a “sleep” similar to yours. It was only recently that he crawled out of the coffin for some reason-and he didn’t know this. "," Amber said as he sorted out his thoughts, "I have suspicions in this regard now, and there is no evidence yet. But think about it, Modil’s disappearance was not a trivial matter for Anzu, the royal family and Will The De family must have mobilized all their power to search for them. Even if they can't find anyone, they should find some clues—but all the clues are cut off after pointing to the north...

"Under such an intense search, the clues can still be broken. Apart from Talrond, there is only the mysterious violet kingdom, and Talrond can basically be ruled out..."

Gawain listened to Amber’s serious analysis, and nodded slightly: “In addition, let’s look at the specific situation of the'adventurer Modil'. Tarrond hopes that we can send one Enya recommends contacting people who know enough about Modil. Seriously... I'm also curious about the'adventurous'."

"But you can't go away now," Amber rolled his eyes. "Whether it is Project 115 or the progress in the Black Forest, or several important projects with Typhon and the Silver Empire, you have to personally Handled."

Gawain thought for a while, but he could only sigh: "Oh... I understand Heidi's mood every day."

Amber opened his mouth and came: "Then you can't understand - she is too stressed and can still draw her smoky makeup to come to you to relieve her boredom. You don't have an old ancestor who uncovered the coffin... Hey, I just just take it casually. Say! You didn't lie, you don't bring a beating!"

Gao Wen glared at the shame of everything that still didn't have a door on his mouth, and threw the silver seal that he had just picked up on the table—he was just joking, he certainly wouldn't really hit this guy with something. , I’m not worried about actually hurting people. The main reason is that it’s troublesome to come back after throwing things out. Although this Shadow Assault Goose is not very skilled, as long as the things you throw out to smash her are worth more than half a pound, Even if the thing is shot out with a magic cannon, she can volley you without injury and then quickly run away... This process can't even explain the legendary knight Gawain.

And at this time, a buzzing sound suddenly came from the magic net terminal not far from the desk, and along with the dim light when the projection crystal was activated, Gawain also turned his attention away from Amber.

The terminal was activated, the crystal brightened, and Hetty's figure appeared in the holographic projection that quickly became clear. She said with a serious face: "The ancestors, the silver queen Belcetia and the mission have crossed the dark mountain range. Min landed at Pioneer Square."

"Is it here..." Gao Wen said softly, then nodded, "I see, you first inform the reception staff on the square to prepare according to the scheduled process, and I will arrive later."

The visit of the delegation of the Silver Empire was agreed a long time ago. Gawain had already made arrangements for this, so he was not surprised at this moment, but he thought of the special nature of this delegation, which made his expression slightly change. Be serious.

In the Silver Mission that is about to arrive in the imperial capital, the highlight is not the Silver Queen, but several elves with the titles of "Archdruid" and "Ancient Sage". Each of them is old enough to make life short. Humans regard it as a "living fossil".

Headed by the silver elves is an ancient druid priest named "Azmore". Before the White Star fall event three thousand years ago, he was once the "Servant of God" second only to the Silver Queen. , Has received the baptism of the baptism of the grace of the **** of nature himself. According to the information sent by Bersetia, he is a "sage" recognized by more than half of the "old esoterics" of the Silver Empire. Activities on his behalf.

It was the last high-ranking priest in the world who still believed in Amorn devoutly, and had accepted the "grace" three thousand years ago.

Gawain stood up from behind the desk, took a light breath, and walked outside the door.

"The last "anchor" left by Ammon in the mortal world has arrived," he said in a deep voice, "Let's pick it up."