Perhaps Gao Wen's answer was so straightforward that the two knowledgeable senior agent ladies were also stunned for a few seconds. The first person to react was Melita. She blinked and asked with some uncertainty: "Did you say 'not go'?"

"Yes, don't go," Gao Wen said casually, "Is there any question I have to answer?"

"...it's just a little unexpected," Melita said in a weird tone. "You're so unresponsive that we didn't react for a while."

This answer made Gao Wen curious: "Oh? What should ordinary people look like?"

"In the face of the invitation of the gods, ordinary people should either be ecstatic or be in awe. Of course, you may have a stronger spirit than ordinary people and will be calmer - but your calmness is still beyond our expectations."

"This is because you told me in person - I can refuse," Gao Wen smiled and said calmly. "Frankly, I am indeed very curious about Tallond, but as the ruler of this country, I cannot take a casual trip. The empire is on the right track, countless projects are waiting for me to make a choice, and meeting a God is not in my plan. Please convey my apology to your God - at least for now, I cannot accept her invitation."

What Gao Wen said is not an excuse - but it is only one of the reasons.

To be honest, this unexpected invitation really shocked him. He had imagined how he should advance his relationship with the dragon clan, but never imagined that he would one day advance in this way - there was a god located in the present world, and it sounded like the god had been stuck in the present world for many years before this season of civilization. Gao Wen didn't know what purpose a god would suddenly want to see him as a "mortal", but one thing he was sure of: he had to deal with everything related to God.

Judging from the reactions of Melita and Noreta, the relationship between the dragon clan and their gods seems to be quite subtle, but the "Dragon God" is at least certainly not crazy.

A crazy god is terrible, but a god in a rational state does not mean safety.

Does He know the plan of disobedience? Did He know that Cecil restarted the plan of disobedience? Did He have experienced the ancient times of the gods? Did He know the God-killing fleet and the secrets behind it? Is He good intentions or malicious? All this is unknown, and Gauven... has not yet been so blindly confident that he is not afraid of heaven or earth.

He did prevent two disasters at the level of divine disasters and directly or indirectly defeated the two "gods", but he himself knew very well how much luck and coincidence advantage he had in the two divine disasters - even if he, a "satellite spirit", seems to be able to suppress and immunize certain divine powers, but this does not mean that he himself really has the power to fight against the gods, at least not the power to fight against the gods. If he had achieved the achievements of challenging the divine disasters, he felt that he was a "god killer" with confidence... Then he should be not far from being buried again.

Therefore, with the guard against the Dragon God and the most basic vigilance, and he really cannot leave the empire and go to the distant Tallond for a "long trip", Gao Wen had to refuse the "invitation" of the Dragon Clan this time.

After refusing to drop this invitation, Gao Wen couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, feeling that his thoughts were clear...

"You are not an ordinary person," Melita looked at Gao Wen deeply, and after two seconds of silence, he lowered his head and said solemnly, "Then, we will bring your response to our gods."

Then Noreta, who was beside him, said again: "I want to confirm it - from what you meant just now, you can't go to Tallond 'now', and you didn't completely reject this invitation, right?"

Gao Wen looked at the other party, and after a few seconds of contemplation, he nodded slightly: "If that 'god' is really generous and generous enough to tolerate the willfulness of mortals, then I may accept His invitation one day in the future."

Noreta and Melita looked at each other, and the latter suddenly smiled bitterly and said softly: "...Our God is very tolerant in many cases."

Gao Wen was about to ask the other party what this sentence meant, but Noreta, who was bent over, suddenly stepped forward and bent down at him: "Our mission has been completed, it's time to say goodbye and leave."

It seems that this is an unanswered question.

Gao Wen knew it in his heart, so he didn't ask. He nodded slightly and saw Noreta put away the large suitcase used to hold the "Guardian Shield" again and bowed to him again: "Thank you very much for your cooperation in our work. The answer you just made is very important to us."

"Wait a minute," Gao Wen suddenly remembered something at this time, and quickly said before the other party left, "About the last signal..."

"It has nothing to do with Tallond," Melita shook her head, as if she wanted to say more, but after a brief hesitation, she shook her head, "we can't find out where it comes from either."

Gao Wen looked at the two human-shaped dragons quietly for a few seconds, and finally nodded slowly: "I understand."

The two senior agents nodded, then said goodbye and left. Their breath quickly disappeared. Within just a few minutes, Gao Wen lost his perception of them.

Gao Wen stood there for a while, and after all the thoughts in his heart gradually subsided, and the chaotic speculation and thoughts stopped surging, he exhaled, returned to his wide desk, and placed the heavy and ancient Guardian Shield on the table.

Under the sunlight that sprinkled outside the window, the surface of this ancient shield was glowing with a faint glow. The extra accessories added by the former Trail Blazers on its surface were rusted and ragged. However, the metal plates, as the main body of the shield, flashed as always under the rusted coverings.

Gao Wen recalled that the forgeators in the expeditionary army used various methods to melt the metal. When the materials and tools were extremely scarce, they could not even drill several holes for installing the handles on the surface of the metal. Therefore, the craftsmen had to take the most direct and simplest method - using a large number of additional alloy castings to wrap the entire metal almost all.

Now that centuries of wind and frost have passed, these traces that have devoted countless people's hard work and carried countless people's hopes have finally decayed to this extent.

Gao Wen rang the call bell at the table. After a while, the sound of slapping footsteps rang out from the corridor. Betty pushed the door and walked in: "Your Majesty, are you calling me?"

"Is Hetty here?"

Betty thought for a while and nodded: "She is here, but she will be in the Government Affairs Office in a while!"

"Let her come to my place first."

...

Outside Cecil, beside a forest in a suburb with little population, Melita and Noreta appeared in the clearings accompanied by a strong wind.

The two senior agents walked forward a few steps and confirmed that there were no idle people around. Then Noreta relaxed his hand and the gorgeous metal box that had been holding in his hand fell to the ground. Then she looked at Melita beside her. The two seemed to have completed silent communication in a short moment. The next second, they staggered forward two steps at the same time, half kneeling on the ground with no support.

A torn pain came from the depths of the soul, and the strong body seemed to be unable to bear it. A large area of ​​hot patterns suddenly appeared on Noreta's skin, and the faint dragon scales instantly spread from his cheeks to his whole body. Behind Melita, a layer of illusory shadows emerged from the sky. The huge illusory dragon wings covered the sky and spread out, and a large number of shadows that did not belong to them, as if they were self-conscious, rushed out from the two of them, trying to break free.

The terrible process lasted for a full ten minutes, and the backlash from the soul level finally gradually stopped. Noreta was gasping, and the fine beads of sweat dripped from her cheeks. She finally barely recovered her control of her body. Then she stood up little by little and reached out to support Melita, who seemed to be in a worse condition.

Melita looked up at her and was about to stand up hard, but then she shook her body and then vomited out with a "wow".

Her internal organs were still spasming.

Noreta looked at her friend's pain and showed an expression of unbearable witness on her face, so she took a step sideways quietly and turned her face away.

Half a minute later, the even more terrifying process finally calmed down. Noreta turned his face and looked at Melita up and down: "Are you okay?"

Melita: “…I don’t want to talk now.”

Noreta looked at his friend with a sympathy: "Will you still wear this veil that looks stupid in the future?"

Melita: “…(Tallond swears, lots of)”

Noreta was shocked by the momentum of her friend, and took a step back helplessly and raised her hands like surrender. Melita also took a breath at this time. After calming down, she lowered her head, frowned vigorously, and opened her mouth to spit out a dazzling flame - the burning dragon breath instantly burned the evidence left by the scene, which was not decent and elegant enough.

Then she looked up at Noreta, deeply regretting that she could not silence her mouth.

Noreta seemed to have no real resentment coming from Melita. She just took a few deep breaths to further calm down and repair the damage she suffered. After a moment, she said with lingering fear: "You often deal with that Gauven Cecil... Is it so dangerous to talk to him?"

"... Almost every time he shows his 'want to talk' attitude, he's trying to kill himself," Melita said with a slight look on his face. "Do you know how nervous I am whenever he says he has a problem? I even outlined my grave style in my mind..."

"It's very scary, really." Noreta sighed with his own experience, and could not help but remember what happened at the Miltese Treasure House headquarters in Tallond not long ago. At that time, even Speaker Andal, who was present, was caught by a god, and that terrible gaze...it seemed to be caused by a signal brought back from Gauvin Cecil.

"I suddenly had a premonition," the white dragon lady frowned. "If I continue to run around in this human empire with you, I will sooner or later be 'speaking to death' by the pioneer hero. It is really hard to imagine that I would be so bold that I would talk to outsiders about gods, and even take the initiative to approach taboo knowledge..."

"Put your worries, after this time you can go back to the position of support in the rear," Melita looked at her friend, then her eyes moved and landed on the box made of various precious magic materials that were thrown on the ground by her friend. "As for now, we should pay for this extremely risky task..."

While saying that, she came to the box and began to disassemble the gems and crystals from the box with her fingers. She asked while dismantling: "Come here to do a favor, and melt its skeleton later. Tsk, it's a pity that this thing is too conspicuous and it's not easy to sell directly, otherwise the whole thing would definitely be worth more than disassembly..."

White Dragon Noreta hesitated to come to his friend with a hint of entanglement: "Is this really good? This box was actually meant to..."

"Hey, who knows if you don't say it - I sold the box last time. I told you that working outside is different from staying in Tallongde as a support staff. The risk environment is difficult and you can't rest well. If you don't find a way to find some subsidies yourself, you can't live a life..."

The corners of Bailong Noreta's eyes trembled twice, and she wanted to scold her loudly (omitted in the future)... She came to Melita and began to join in with her.

...

"Ancestor, are you looking for me?"

Hetty came to Gaowen's study and asked curiously. The next second, her eyes were attracted by the conspicuous thing on the desk.

"Ancestor, this is..."

Herty's eyes widened wider and she pointed at the Guardian Shield on the table, and finally even her tone trembled—

As a member of the Cecil family, she would never admit that this is wrong. She has seen it countless times in the collection of books passed down by her elders. The shield of the guardian that was lost a century ago was considered to be the beginning of the family's shame. Even the heavy burden of each generation of Cecil's heirs. Generations of Cecil's descendants have vowed to retrieve this treasure, but no one has ever succeeded. She never dreamed that one day the shield would suddenly appear in front of her - on the desk of her ancestors.

"Ansu Kingdom Guardian Shield," Gao Wen was very satisfied with Hetty's surprised expression. He smiled and said lightly, "Today is a day worth celebrating. This shield has been retrieved--the dragon clan helped to find it."

"Dragon Clan..." Hetty felt that she had finally gradually recovered from the dizzy feeling. She took a breath, couldn't help but take two steps forward, and carefully looked at the shield on the table, "It's really it... it's really it?"

"Of course, I can't admit my own things wrong," Gao Wen said with a smile, "Why do you look more excited than me?"

"Ancestor, you may not understand... This lost shield has extraordinary significance to us descendants," Hetty said excitedly. "The dust of the Cecil family began with the loss of this shield. Generations of descendants all wanted to restore the glory of their ancestors. Rebecca and I have sworn in front of your portrait to find this shield..."

"Ahem," Gao Wen immediately coughed twice, "Do you still have such a rule?"

Hetty quickly calmed down from the excitement, and felt the strange atmosphere at this moment. She glanced at her ancestor who had already walked from the portrait to reality, and lowered her head awkwardly: "This... this is a very normal aristocratic habit. We have many things that we will ask you to witness in front of your portrait, including important family decisions, vows for adulthood, and major changes in the family..."

"Okay, you need to say nothing," Gao Wen felt that the topic was too strange, so he quickly interrupted Hetty, "I guess Grumman must have greeted me when he took the shield from my grave - he might have even knocked on my coffin board. Although this sentence is not appropriate for me, it is completely a fool to kill people, so let's stop this topic."
Chapter completed!