Sword of Daybreaker

Gawain and Amber left. Only two grandparents and grandchildren, who were six hundred years apart, were left in the reception room. Modil looked at the direction of the door for a long time before finally slowly retracting his sight, with excitement on his face. The expression also converges.

The old mage sat in a chair, seemingly trying to make a look like sitting in a dreadful manner, with emotions and anger, but compared with the granddaughter Zeng xN, who was actually born with facial paralysis next to him, his urgent facial paralysis was ultimately lacking a little foundation. The old man adjusted his expression for a long time, but in the end he couldn't control the corners of his mouth.

"You look very happy." Victoria's slightly cold voice came from the side. She had been paying attention to the change of expression on her ancestor's face since just now. Only then could she not help breaking the silence. She had expected Mo Dill would be happy after seeing Gawain, but she obviously didn't expect the other party to be happy like this.

"Of course!" Modil replied immediately, the smile on his face no longer concealed, "That's Gawain Cecil! The founder of the kingdom, the pioneer in the barbaric! I never thought I would one day You can actually see him in the real world, a living legendary hero! Wouldn't you be thrilled to see such a character?"

"...When I first met him, I was really excited," Victoria recalled the initial contact between herself and Gao Wen, and then immediately recalled the series of trade and exchanges between the Anzu royal family and the southern border. After the living ancestor’s impressive series of economic and diplomatic skills, the Northern Duchess, who almost lost her dowry money, became more delicate, "... Then all I felt was pressure. He. It’s a pretty scary person, of course, I’m a kind of compliment."

  Modil looked at Victoria, his expression became serious, and his speech was earnest: "It is normal to work under pressure in the Office of Government Affairs, but you can't have bad thoughts about your Majesty because of this..."

  The corners of Victoria’s mouth stiffened for a moment, but she couldn’t explain it, so she lowered her head to express her acceptance: "You are right to remind, I can’t always complain because of pressure..."

  While speaking, she couldn't help but see the face of a lady in her mind, her Royal Highness Hetty and her skilled dark circles suddenly appeared, and she felt that there was really no pressure on her body.

Modil didn’t know what had come to mind. The great adventurer’s gaze fell on Victoria. After a few seconds of watching, the old man suddenly said in a deep voice: "When you met your majesty, you behaved very familiarly, your majesty. The attitude towards you is also very kind."

  Victoria froze for a moment, and quickly reacted: "This...I belong to a relatively high-level official in the Council of State Affairs, so I have also met with His Majesty several times. As for Your Majesty... He has always been kind to others."

Modil laughed. He shook his head gently, and said slowly in a clear but indifferent tone: "I know you have something you can't tell me. These days, it really makes you embarrassed. Don't worry. , I have imposed a lot of psychological cues and spiritual restraints on myself. There are some things that I don’t think about, don’t guess, and don’t take the initiative to ask if I am a stubborn old man who doesn’t understand right and wrong. You can rest assured of this."

Speaking of this, the adventurer sighed slightly, but still smiled: "I just hope that one day in the future I can lift the'curse' on myself. At that time... I want to hear you tell me personally. I, who on earth are you, who on earth am I."

  Victoria fixedly looked at her ancestors. For a long time, her expression became solemn: "Please don't worry, this day will definitely not be far away because your majesty has already come personally."

  ……

  The bright magic light radiated from the crystal, dispelling the dimness of the room under the Arctic night, Gawain walked into the suite specially arranged for him, and looked around at will.

The living room is very spacious. The carefully polished stone slabs are covered with soft carpets. Tables, chairs, sofas and shelves are all available. There are two doors leading to other rooms not far away, and on the opposite wall. On the top, you can also see the hanging golden-red tapestries and the crystal-like thin plates hanging from the roof for decoration. On the edges of the thin plates and the surface of the tapestries, there are exquisite patterns glowing with a metallic texture under the light.

This should be the best place to live in Tarrond today. Many of the furnishings in the room are obviously from the heritage before the "Morning Ceremony". Gao Wen can see from those objects that Tarrond was extremely complex and luxurious. The distinctive style, and these things are obviously not what the dragons can produce today.

The dragons have abandoned the old way of survival that was too extravagant and wasteful of resources, but those excavated from the ruins and the legacy of the old glory still have to continue to come in handy, so the gorgeous fragments of the old and the wastes of today The rough buildings of the Earth Age are combined, and similar wonderful scenes can be seen everywhere in this land undergoing rebirth from the ashes.

Amber followed Gowen and walked into the living room. As soon as she entered the door, she looked around curiously with wide-eyed eyes. After the dragon attendants who were accompanying her politely exited, she immediately ran to the shelf not far from the wall. Next, he looked at a cylindrical furnishing placed there in surprise, and patted it twice with his hands: "Hey, I remember this thing, but I remember it seems to be able to make a sound?"

"The premise is to connect to the Omega network. Now similar objects have become such simple decorations or materials in the recycling yard." Gawain shook his head and went to the coffee table in the center of the living room. It is made of silver-gray industrial synthetic material, with irregular geometric edges and transparent lines inlaid on its surface. Exquisite and detailed patterns and reliefs can also be seen on the side. It has a typical "old Talrond" atmosphere. Wen guessed that the transparent lines on its surface may have been some kind of atmosphere light, and its desktop may have integrated a smart networked display. But now, it has returned to the most essential function of furniture. In addition to being sturdy and stable, it is compatible with A carefully carved stone is no different.

  The changes in the vicissitudes of life are hidden between these details.

"Okay, don't study it. If you study the devices that have been disconnected, they won't respond to you the same way as before," Gawain looked at Amber who was groping around not far away, and finally couldn't help it. He opened his mouth and said, "Come and study the business first."

Humber reluctantly put down those dragon objects that she saw as "possibly valuable", turned around and walked to the coffee table in front of Gawain. After throwing herself into the soft and comfortable sofa, she stretched out. Then I knocked on the surface of the coffee table casually. As the invisible breeze blew across the tabletop, the dust, like gauze and mist, was engulfed by the cyclone. From hazy to clear, it appeared in front of Gao Wen, and was like dust and mist in the silver gray. The surface of the coffee table is ups and downs.

Gawain was taken aback by the opposing side's fluent operation. He raised his head and glanced at the triumphant Alliance Shame, with surprise in his tone: "You have been so proficient in the manipulation? This hand is watching and practicing. It’s like ten years."

"I find that I control these sands very easily, and the knack for controlling them seems to have been imprinted in my head," Amber said casually, with no humility in his tone. "I don't know how these sands work. Controlling them seems to be an instinct. As long as the right time is met, the way to use them will naturally emerge in my mind..."

  Gao Wen frowned when he heard the words, and muttered in a low voice with a serious face: "A set of copycat sand brings a set of genuine instructions..."

  Amber did not hear clearly: "Huh? What did you say?"

"No, nothing," Gawain waved his hand, his eyes fell on the "dust mist" rising and tumbling on the surface of the coffee table, "You stripped the sand from Modil... is this kind of instinct telling you what to do? "

"Yes," Kohaku nodded, and then squeezed his chin to think slightly, "I noticed some of the'essence' of those sands from Modil, they seem to replace Modil's original half-length. Maintaining the survival of that great adventurer, so I dare not strip too much shadow and dust from him, let alone point out the existence of the sand in front of him, if the old man suddenly realizes that he is half of his body. Nothing, just lie down there when excited? I can't beat Victoria..."

   "Then the dust you stripped from him is okay?" Gao Wen asked a little worriedly, "If it is these dust that keep Modil alive to this day..."

"No problem, this is only a small part. The absence of them will not affect the operation of the remaining sand and dust," Amber shook his head before Gao Wen finished speaking, "I can feel the one that sustains Modil's survival' "Critical point", although I don't know how to explain to you where this "feeling" comes from..."

"Then don't explain," Gawain waved his hand and pointed to the dust circling on the coffee table. "Let’s talk about these sands first. You got them out of Modil, but how do we know these sands? The secrets hidden in it? They can't speak."

Amber didn’t speak for a while, just staring at the dust that was constantly dancing. She seemed to be thinking and perceiving something. After a long time, she suddenly muttered softly: “Sand can’t speak...but Sand has witnessed the past. Things that happened……"

  While speaking, she slowly raised her hand and placed it on top of the dust.

The "sand mist" circling and surging on the surface of the coffee table suddenly stopped flowing. Under Gawain's surprised gaze, they came to a complete standstill and only resumed flowing after a few seconds, but this time they did not show up again. That kind of irregular state, but constantly surging and accumulating, slowly changing into a three-dimensional scene on the surface of the coffee table...

   Gao Wen was stunned: "This is..."

"It may be Modil's memory, it may be the memory of sand, and it may be something seen by a pair of eyes from a third-party perspective," Amber whispered, her voice as if there was a whisper. After hearing the trembling, Gawain glanced back subconsciously, only to realize that she had turned into another posture somehow. The long black hair was floating in the air like losing gravity, and the amber pupils were faint. With the golden light, she was surrounded by cloud-like shadow power, so that the temperament of her whole person had undergone tremendous changes, but she herself did not seem to notice this, and just continued to say, "What you see next It’s not a scene I manipulated. I’m just guiding these sands to release their “records”. What exactly they record... I don’t know."

While talking, Gao Wen saw that the dust on the coffee table had condensed into a clearer form. He saw that a pillar-like structure suddenly rose up in a sea of ​​sand, and there were many vertical and horizontal extensions between the pillars. With the staggered lines and vaults, he saw that there seemed to be a larger and vague structure outside those pillars, but they could not be fully presented due to the limited scale of the sand and dust; when the pillars and the vault were formed separately, he again Seeing a figure bulging abruptly in the center of the whole scene, the figure is made of gray sand and dust, and his face is blurred. It can only be seen that he is wearing clothes like a robe or cloak, and it looks like he has just experienced The long and arduous journey...or maybe it's still on the way.

  Neither Gawain nor Humber could see the face of the figure, but they intuitively guessed the figure’s identity almost instantly.

  "This is Modil!" Amber said with staring eyes, "This is the memory of Modil Wilde!"

  Gawain was also a little excited, but soon he discovered that there was a new change in that scene: "Wait, there is something else!"

   Before he finished his words, a small cyclone blew up in the "Dust Stage". In front of "Modil" in the center of the scene, two new figures suddenly appeared!

"This is..." Amber stared, while maintaining the guidance of the shadow and dust while watching the changes in the scene in surprise, "Theoretically, this should be the last thing Modil Wilde did before the "split" occurred. The impression fragment, how come two people suddenly appeared..."

  Weird thoughts popped up in Gawain’s mind for an instant: Is it possible that Modil Wilde was given points by these two?

The scene condensed by the sand and dust continued to change. Gawain quickly threw these uncontrolled thoughts out of his mind. He looked at the center of the "stage" and saw that Modil formed by the sand and dust seemed to be moving. Communicating with the two figures in front of him, he could not hear the sound, but could only see the body movements of the two parties involved, and judging from their movements alone, it seemed that there was no conflict between the two parties.

   "I thought they would fight," Amber said suddenly, "I just saw that I thought Modil was divided by those two, and I was ready to watch the horror drama."

   Gao Wen: "..."

  He was embarrassed to admit that his previous thoughts overlapped with the shame of the alliance, his expression was a bit stiff, so he forcibly changed the subject: "The two figures can't be seen clearly..."

"Yes, it's vague," Kohaku's eyes widened, staring at the scene condensed by gray-white sand and dust, "The previous one is Modil, I can confirm this, even if I can't see it clearly, I can feel it. , But after these two people appear, it is really difficult to distinguish...I can't feel the breath..."

   "Can you be more clear?" Gao Wen couldn't help looking at Amber, "For example, adjust the projection focus or something..."

"I'm not a magic net terminal! How can the focal length be adjustable!" Amber barked his teeth immediately, and rejected Gao Wen's request on the spot. "And this is made of sand, no matter how fine it is... After all, that's all in all. Large scenes still cannot be zoomed."

"Modil's resolution is not good..." Gawain couldn't help sighing, but stared at the two figures that appeared in front of Modil more seriously, trying to distinguish from the indistinct dust. There was a clue, and under such serious observation, he finally found out, "These two seem to be women, look at their costumes... eh? Wait! Amber, look, do they look like? Kind of like an elf?"