Gao Wen did not know the bold and beating idea in Rebecca's mind, but he also knew that Viscount Andrew's protection for the people of Cecil was definitely not free - the lord vowed to defend his people to the death, and the whole people watched over and helped each other, and everyone selflessly devoted themselves to rebuilding civilization. Although the Ansu Kingdom seven hundred years later, although the nobles' skills in selfishness were not restored to the glory of the Gondor era, the aristocrats' skills in self-interest reached the maximum level without a teacher. There is no doubt that from the day when Cecil led the refugees entered Tanzan town, Rebecca was burdened with a debt from heaven.

But carrying this debt is always better than dying from others.

"The Cecil family will thank you for your help," Gao Wen broke the silence, "but what is more important now is the disaster itself."

Viscount Andrew noticed Gowen, who was sitting between Rebecca and Hetty from the beginning, and he was very curious about this man wearing ancient aristocratic costumes, with a great sword beside him, and a majestic face. There was no such person in the aristocratic circle as he knew - but from the respectful attitude of Hetty and Rebecca when facing this man, it can be judged that this man is definitely not an ordinary person.

So after Gao Wen spoke, he asked: "Forgive me for taking the liberty, I was curious just now - who is yours?"

"The ancestor of the Cecil family, the pioneer among the pioneers, one of the seven founding generals of Ansu, the Grand Duke of the Southern Frontier, Gowen Cecil," Hetty had already been waiting for this question, and immediately stood up and introduced with a serious expression, "You should have grown up by listening to this name since you were a child - he is the Chuhui of Dawn."

Gao Wen tried hard to make a serious look without anger and nodded slightly in conjunction with Hetty's forced blow, but when he heard the last sentence, he couldn't help being stunned and quietly asked Rebecca next to him: "What the hell is that last name?"

Rebecca quickly explained: "The posthumous title given to you by the founding ancestor after your death..."

Gao Wen was shocked: "...that old middle school second can't think of a better name?!"

On Viscount Andrew's side, this meticulous orthodox nobleman's first reaction was that his face was dull after hearing Hetty's words.

Did this lady finally go crazy because her family suffered a disaster and was frightened by monsters, and she ended up in too much mental stress?

As Gao Wen thought at the beginning: unless you see it with your own eyes, it is impossible for others to believe that the ancestors of the Cecil family would crawl out of the coffin. Even the knowledgeable nobles and knowledgeable mages would not believe this fantasy - on the contrary, those civilians who do not know a big word but are full of superstitious thoughts may believe it.

After hearing Hedy's words, Andrew did not immediately ask the attendant to come up and feed the lady medicine, which was already very well-educated.

"Miss, please allow me...well...let me think," Andrew tried hard to adjust his expression, as if he wanted to find a statement that could reflect his emotions without being too rude, but in the end he couldn't help but tell the truth, "I know you have an unimaginable nightmare, but you used such a whimsical story... to it a bit too much?"

Hetty's expression remains unchanged: "I know you will be this reaction. In fact, even we ourselves cannot believe that all this is true. However, the ancestors of the Cecil family have indeed woken up from their long sleep. We have seen him sit up from the coffin, holding the sword of the Blazer in his hand, and we have also verified that he is truly resurrected, not the undead Su Sheng and other tricks..."

Andrew showed a laughing and crying expression: "If you have any requests to me, please just say it, this..."

Gao Wen waved his hand and asked Hetty to sit down. He put the sword of the Blazer on the table and turned to look at Viscount Andrew: "Vissue, what do you think Hetty's lie is of such a meaning? A Viscount's neck was destroyed by monsters and elemental tides, and a dragon appeared over our territory. This level of event can directly alarm His Majesty the King in the capital. In such a deadly situation, we will arrange for a person to wear ancient costumes, take the inferior ancient sword, and come to your castle to tell you a fantasy story. Just to find happiness?"

While speaking, he injected the magic power in his body into the Blazer's Sword. With the injection of magic power, dark red patterns appeared on the ancient long sword again. This time its patterns became clearer, and a pattern of emblem crossing the blade and the iron plow formed near the hilt of the sword - it was the emblem set by the Cecil family on the day of Ansu's founding, representing the family emblem for pioneering years.

Knights also have magic, but their way of using magic is completely different from that of mages.

Although the Trailblazer Sword has lost most of its power in the past, the most basic recognition feature is still there. Andrew was a little dazed when he saw the sword - he had never seen the real Trailblazer Sword, but the copy of this sword is enshrined in the Royal Temple in the royal capital. He had the honor of seeing that copy a few years ago, so he would not admit his mistake.

If the sword on the table was not a fake made by Cecil's family, it would only be the real thing - the authentic one that was sealed in the Cecile family's cemetery, even if their family declined, no one dared to make any decisions.

Will this declining family dig open the tombs of their ancestors and dig out the holy sword and use it to tell a terrible lie?

Andrew hesitated. If this matter was really a farce, the cost of this farce would be a bit scary, but if it weren't for a farce...

No one dares to believe that the ancestor suddenly ran out of the grave while he was dead!!

"You can find elf craftsmen to identify the authenticity of this sword. This sword was created by their tribe members back then. They knew how to check the elf talisman seals. You can also take out the portraits of the founding princes and princes to compare with me. Although I have been sleeping for seven hundred years, my appearance is fortunate that I have not changed much," Gao Wen looked at Andrew's uncertain face and said with a smile. "If you can do it, you can also find out if there are any elf mercenaries who have participated in the second development and have now lived in seclusion in the mountains. Maybe there are people who know me in it."

"No, no need," Viscount Andrew waved his hand, rubbing his eyebrows, feeling that what was happening in front of him was not a matter he was good at handling. "Since it is a legendary hero like you... it may be possible to sleep for seven hundred years and then resurrect it."

Although he said this, a discerning person could see at a glance that this Viscount still did not believe in Gao Wen's identity. He just found an excuse to temporarily stop the discussion when he was half-believing and half-doubting.

He had figured it out - what does the ancestor of the Cecil family have to do with him when they popped out of the coffin? Why bother with the truth of this? Since the Cecil family members say it is true, then just take it as real.

Anyway, he was just an ancient man who had been dead for seven hundred years.

After thinking about these things, Viscount Andrew seemed to realize a detail that Gao Wen mentioned just now: "Wait a minute, you said...a dragon appeared nearby?!"

"Yes, Blue Dragon, I don't know where it flew from, but I finally went northwest..." Gao Wen nodded, and then told the other party everything that happened to Cecil, "...this is how it is."

"Abnormal... Monsters from the Demon Tide Period... and Dragon... My God..." Viscount Andrew's brow seemed to be locked into a ball, and the dizzy flush on his pale face faded, "What's wrong with this world..."

"What is the world is what those scholars and His Majesty the King have to consider. All we have to do is pass on what happened here to the city of San Sunil as soon as possible," Heti interrupted Andrew, "It's already serious."

"I have sent a messenger to report the attack on Cecil," said Viscount Andrew. "The messenger set out on a fast horse, and he should be halfway through this."

It seems that Viscount Andrew is still very practical. He not only accepted refugees from the territory, but also sent messengers to report to the king at the first time. This should have been considered excellent among the border nobles of this era, but Hetty had to make further requests: "Viscount Andrew, this is not enough - the matter is so serious that Rebecca must meet His Majesty in person. Moreover, Grand Duke Cecil wakes up from his long sleep, and he also has to go to the capital. We are very grateful for your help to the Cecil family, but we still need more help."

When Andrew heard Hetty's words, he lowered his eyelids slightly, as if thinking, then he stood up and walked around the long table with his hands on his back.

"What do you all need? Quick horse? Supplies? Guards?"

"Everything is needed," Rebecca said, "and we need to ask you to help take care of the people of Cecil for a while--until we return from the capital and have new territory to accommodate those people..."

"That's the key," Viscount Andrew raised his hand and interrupted Rebecca. "In fact, I'm about to talk about this: I'm already trying my best to help my neighbors, and I'm happy to be a generous person, but I'm just a viscount, how much can I take to feed those refugees?"

Gao Wen picked up the black tea that had already disappeared in front of him, took a sip, and thought to himself that the viscount had finally talked about "main business".

Rebecca said impatiently: "When the Philip Knight broke through, he brought a batch of gold and silver, and those gold and silver should be enough..."

"Of course, I know the gold and silver," Viscount Andrew interrupted Rebecca again, "Please rest assured, I am not a person who takes advantage of the danger, but both medicinal materials and food require costs. Should I say just now? The brave knight was already scarred when he arrived in Tanzan, and almost all the soldiers and civilians he brought were injured. In order to treat them, I used the best medicinal materials in the territory and hired the best priests. These were very expensive, and the gold and silver were just enough."

Rebecca's eyes widened.

"Of course, I still want to emphasize that I will not take advantage of the danger," Viscount Andrew continued. "So I will continue to host those refugees and will help you as much as possible. I just want to make sure--if I do this, does the Cecil family still have the ability to repay the debt?"
Chapter completed!