The mausoleum of Modir Wilder, Duke of the North, is just a tomb with no remains of ancestors. This incident is indeed not a strictly kept secret, but it is not a matter of casual disclosure.

No one would be bored (and stupid) to talk about the ancestral tombs of one of the four realms, and people would not pay attention to such things that were destined to have little to do with the lives of ordinary people. Whether in the old Ansu era or in the new empire era, there were countless secrets and legends hidden in the depths of the thick curtains, just true and false.

But Amber is obviously not one of the "ordinary people" who are indifferent to such things. After hearing Victoria's answer, she did not answer the other party's further questions as soon as possible, but touched her chin thoughtfully: "It's indeed a tomb..."

Victoria glanced at Amber quietly: "It seems you've investigated."

"Uh... I just understood a little bit," Amber waved his hand nervously, "You know, what is my duty... There are rumors that Grand Duke Modir Wilde, six hundred years ago, was unable to be buried in the family cemetery. He stayed away from Ansu in his last adventure in his life and disappeared from the depths of the vast world... But I have only heard of this rumor. You know, doing intelligence work, and inaccurate news can only be used as a reference. Your Majesty asked me to confirm this matter with you, and I still have to confirm it with you..."

Victoria did not care what Amber was talking about. She just said slowly after she finished speaking with a cool expression as usual: "The rumors are true - the ancestor of the family Modir did not rest in the catacombs of Winter Fort. According to family records, he took his last adventure in his life at the age of seventy and disappeared in that adventure. The great adventurer finally walked to the distance on the road of adventure. As a noble, he had a lot of controversy, but as a member of the Wild family, we are proud of many achievements he made in the adventure."

"Are you missing... In this way, the 'big adventurer Modir' that emerged from Tallond is even more 'highly suspected'," Amber said softly as if he was talking to himself. The occupational disease of coordinating intelligence work gradually broke out, which made her finally ignore Victoria's cold and oppressive aura, and subconsciously asked, "Where was his last adventure going? Is there any clue?"

"No clear record--Modir Wilder's every adventure was made by himself, and he was a man who never acted step by step," Victoria shook her head gently. "Only when he returned from the adventure, people could sort out what he had gone and done from the notes he brought back, and his last adventure... did not return.

"Of course, after his disappearance, the Wilder family and the Ansu royal family also made great efforts to find clues, and some of them gained some. According to family records, the last sighting of Modir Wilder's last adventure was near the border between Mosswood and Old Ansu, and a traveler saw him continuing to move north."

"What is the north... from the moss forest to the north, there are only the northern city-states and the cold coastline... He was unlikely to go to Tallond again back then, and there was no corresponding record on the Dragon Clan." Amber muttered while thinking, and his eyes floated to the large map hanging on the wall opposite the office. Her gaze had only habitually swept the continent of Loren. However, before retracting her gaze, she suddenly noticed a country that rarely appeared in the eyes of Loren people before, but recently frequently entered her sight due to work center of gravity.

From the moss forest to the north, there are not only northern city-states and Tallond opposite the sea, but also hermit kingdom hanging alone in the northern ocean, the mysterious giant island ruled by the mages - the Violet Kingdom.

"Violet..." Amber subconsciously muttered to himself, "Can you still have connections with that..."

"It seems like you're thinking about something," Victoria's voice came from across from the Magic Net terminal, interrupting Amber's self-talk, "I heard you mention Violet."

"Do you think it's possible...Modir Wilder, six hundred years ago, went to the Violet Kingdom?" Amber raised his head and looked at the Lord of the North with a serious expression. When the expression of shame for all things became serious, even Victoria felt a little shock. "And what happened there to make him feel like now's 'unusual'?"

"Reason," Victoria stared at this side with a blank expression, "As the intelligence director, you should not make such speculations."

"Of course there is a reason," Amber straightened his chest, "First of all, the Kingdom of Violet is the country of mages, and one of the holy places that all mages yearn for the most is that, and Modir Wilder is a mage-regardless of his various halos, his identity as a 'mage' is correct;

"Secondly, Modir Wilder is an adventurer, and the mysterious and unknown realms have a fatal attraction to him. There is no place in this world except Tallond that has more secrets than the Violet Kingdom. For Modir, who has traveled through the known world, it is almost the "last puzzle of the world" in his perception. As a great adventurer, he has no reason not to go there.

"Secondly, in order to keep its secrets, the Violet Kingdom is good at using memory removal techniques beyond imagination. This may point to the amnesia symptoms shown by the great adventurer of Tallond - he may have tried to fight against the 'memory cleaning' applied to him, which has led to a mess of his memory and consciousness..."

Speaking of this, Amber deliberately paused, making his expression more serious: "Lastly, and the most important reason - intuition, my intuition made me stare at the Violet Kingdom. You know, I am the God-Choose of the Shadow Goddess, don't you believe in the intuition of the God-Choose..."

Victoria didn't say anything when Amber began to list the reasons. Her expression was cold and indifferent, but her eyes were filled with a serious listening look. It was not until Amber finished speaking that she spoke in a deep voice: "Your three reasons are tenable... I was convinced by you, and maybe I can add the fourth reason for you."

"I'm talking about four reasons..." Amber couldn't help but mumble, but Duke Victoria's serious appearance instantly made her swallow the mutter in her throat back into her bronchials, "What is the fourth reason?"

"The escorts and apprenticeship system of the Violet Kingdom, their attention and influence on the magic system of the continent of Loren - began about six hundred years ago," Victoria said in a deep voice, as if the words were condensed with the ice that had not been transformed in the north for thousands of years, "almost in the same period as the disappearance of Modir Wilder."

Amber was stunned for a moment, and then opened her mouth: "...ah..."

"Now, it should be your turn to answer my question just now, Miss Amber," Victoria looked at Amber for a few seconds, speaking in a cold voice. "I want to know more about the 'adventurer' who appeared in Tallond, which will help me to further compare the information in the family records."

"Oh, of course," Amber suddenly woke up and nodded repeatedly. "First of all, this matter starts with the fact that Mr. Adventurer, who is suspected to be your ancestor, bought a boat ticket in Beigang..."

...

In the hatching room, two hungry young dragons finally waited for their first meal in Dragon Life. Under Betty's command, the strong servants brought two whole basins of freshly cut meat and two cans of water (by the way, they also brought a lot of soft bedding that was enough to serve as a temporary nest for the young dragon). The serious conversation between Gao Wen, Melita and Enya was temporarily interrupted, and the happy young dragon attracted the attention of everyone in the room.

The two little guys whose scales had not yet grown completely and hardened completely smelled the food and threw the eggshells that had been playing for a long time. They almost rolled and crawled to the wooden basin containing fresh meat. Gao Wen looked at the cubs of the clan who were at the top of the mortal race and rushed to the two pots of raw meat in surprise. Then he was even more surprised to see them pick up the pieces of meat with quick movements and throw them directly into the air. The small young dragon raised its neck, and bright red flames gushed out of their throats. The pieces of meat were quickly roasted until half-cooked in the high temperature, and then fell into the mouth of the young dragon that was swallowing.

Sometimes when you encounter larger pieces of meat, it is difficult to cook evenly at one breath. They even throw them into the sky a few more times and roll them through the meat...

The process of eating the young dragon is obviously much more particular and complicated than Gao Wen imagined.

"This is really...eye-opening," Gao Wen couldn't help but mutter, "They actually knew that the meat was going to be roasted and eaten after a long time..."

"For humans who cannot instinctively make fire, maturing food before eating is a complex and high-end way of eating, which is an important step in the history of civilization. But for the dragon clan who is born to create high-temperature flames, roasting food is just an instinctive action, even similar to part of your human 'chewing' action," Enya's soft and slightly smiling voice came from the eggshell, explaining patiently, "This is the difference brought about by the 'body talent' in the evolution of biological activities."

"...This is really reasonable." Gao Wen's expression was stunned for a moment, muttering in a low voice, and at the same time he felt a little emotional: A former god is here to popularize science with him, guiding him to use scientific thinking to explain the behavioral laws behind extraordinary creatures. Why does this matter feel strange...

"They should ask for more food after eating these meats, but don't continue to feed them. You have to wait at least four hours for the next meal," while Gao Wen muttered, Enya's voice sounded from the side again. "These foods are just right. The young dragons can't control their appetite in the first week of their lives. They will make themselves lose their food after feeding too much. But you can feed more water, it doesn't matter."

"I won't be hungry, are you?" Melita said with a little worried. "I heard that cubs are very hungry. Can they really eat enough?"

"Don't worry, you won't get hungry - unless they are so hungry that they start trying to eat their eggshells, you don't have to worry about their nutrition being unable to keep up," Enya explained with a smile, "By the way, eggshells must be kept, at least until the age of the young dragon. During this period, eggshells are their best toys and teeth grinding tools, and they are also props for sleeping with peace of mind. They will choose larger eggshell fragments as pillows.

"But the skin and scales of the young dragon are still very fragile. Be careful that the sharper and sharp eggshell fragments scratch them - polish them with inappropriate eggshells, which is an important step in caring for the young dragon."

Gao Wen nodded repeatedly while listening: "Oh, don't worry, I'll arrange someone now..."

"I mean it for Melita," Enya interrupted without waiting for Gao Wen to finish her sentence. Her focus was on Melita. "It is the responsibility of the novice mother to help the young dragon polish the eggshells and settle down to sleep. In the older era, this is a skill that the dragons who hatch eggs in ancient ways must master - and after seeing the scene of adult individuals helping themselves polish the eggshells, the novice will trust and rely on you more.

"Remember to keep a few egg shells and let Noreta polish them, otherwise the dragon will not recognize itself as 'another mother'."

Melita nodded repeatedly while listening, and finally couldn't help but sigh: "Is it so knowledgeable to take care of the young dragon... I didn't know before..."

Gao Wen also sighed at the side, feeling that he had added countless useless knowledge in just one moment - but what he had to say, if these knowledge of caring for young dragons were included among some scholars who were obsessed with studying dragon science, they were priceless. After all, in the era when dragons were hidden and independent, they could have developed this knowledge into seventeen or eighteen schools by making up and supporting each other. Now the knowledge he heard was genuinely spoken from the Dragon God's mouth...

Not to mention anything else, this is at least reliable than things like "Dragon Slaying Outline".

Some irrelevant thoughts flashed through Gao Wen's mind, and at the same time, Enya breathed a sigh of relief after seeing the young dragon eating smoothly, and her attention refocused on what she had been talking about before.

"Based on the state of Modir Wilder you described...he does present some kind of trait that is almost undead."

Melita subconsciously spoke: "But Chief Hragor has confirmed that Modir is indeed a living person..."

Enya interrupted her with a faint smile: "The body is alive, where is the soul?"

Melita instantly calmed down and opened her eyes slightly with Gao Wen.

"The soul has no difference between life and death, but it will enter the stage of life and death. For mortal races, it is difficult to distinguish with the naked eye - but it is not completely indistinguishable. Hragore probably didn't see it seriously enough," said Enya slowly. "Modir Wilder is probably a living person, but this does not mean that he has not 'dead once' or 'half died'..."

Melita was stunned for a long time before finally taking a breath and whispered: "Speaker Andal did say that they speculated that Modir Wilder was in a state of 'never life and death'..."
Chapter completed!