After Herty and Bedevin left, only Gao Wen and the Duchess of Victoria remained in the study. Amber was actually there at the beginning, but she disappeared the next second after Gao Wen announced the talks. At this time, she should have already rushed to the nearest bar nearby. If she hadn't stepped on the mouse clip on the road, she would have started to eat with beer in her arms.

Victoria returned to Gao Wen's desk, and seemed to be curious: "Do you have any more instructions?"

"Did you forget what I mentioned to you before?" Gao Wen smiled, got up and opened a small cabinet next to the desk, and took out a solid and exquisite wooden box from it. He handed the wooden box to Victoria, and at the same time opened the snap on the lid, "The thing is back to the original owner."

Victoria immediately guessed what was inside the box. She took a breath and solemnly lifted the lid. A thick book with mottled and old cover and a slightly yellowed and slightly curled paper was lying quietly in the velvet base.

The ink on this book had already dried up, but the moment she opened the lid, Victoria still felt that she faintly smelled the ink breath - perhaps it was her illusion, or it might be the smell of the potion used by the bookmaker to repair this ancient book. Her frozen face, which lacked expression, seemed to have some fluctuations, and the complex expression of emotion and joy appeared in her ice crystal-like eyes.

"This is... the travel notes that our family has lost for a long time..." She muttered softly as if she was talking to herself.

"This is the restoration of "Modir's Travels"," Gao Wen nodded, "It was originally pieced together by a crappy editor and put together with several other broken books, but now it has been restored, with only the precious notes left by Modir Wilder."

Speaking of this, he paused and added: "But there are still some missing points in this travel notation - after all, it was something from six hundred years ago, and more than one holder may have been replaced in the middle, and some chapters have been lost. I suspect that this is at least one quarter of the length, and it is unlikely that this part of the content will be retrieved. I hope you can understand this."

"This is already very rare, Your Majesty," Victoria said immediately, with a rare excitement in her eyes. "This book has been lost for a long time, and I didn't even think it would be found in my generation--it is of great significance to our family. Your Majesty, the Wild family will always remember your kindness!"

"Then I will accept your thanks calmly," Gao Wen smiled, and then changed the subject. "But while returning this book to you, I still have some words to explain - it is also about this travelogue."

"About this travelogue?" Victoria was a little curious, and after noticing the seriousness in the other person's eyes, she immediately became serious, "Of course, please tell me."

"There is a part of the content in this book that should not be made public," said Gao Wen, pointing to the travel notes in Victoria's hand. "You can see a bookmark inside - open the corresponding position. The twenty-seven pages of content since then are the undisclosed parts. It records a special adventure by Modir Wilder, an adventure near the Dragon Kingdom."

"Dragon Kingdom?" Even with Victoria's usual calmness, she couldn't help but exclaim in a small sigh, "You mean Tallond?"

"Yes, Tallond, is exactly where I am going to go this time," Gowen nodded. "Of course, my trip to Tallond has nothing to do with the adventure of Modir Wilder six hundred years ago."

Victoria nodded, then couldn't help asking: "Why can't this part of the adventure record be made public?"

"Modir was exposed to some secrets in the northern seas during his adventures. Those secrets are taboos, which are also quite dangerous not only to the dragon clan, but also to humans. I have discussed this with the representatives sent by the dragon clan," Gao Wen explained patiently, "You should also make some judgments after reading the specific content yourself. In short, I have reached an agreement with the dragon clan, promising that the corresponding chapters in the travel not spread to the public. Of course, you are a descendant of Modir Wilde, so you have the right to know and have the right to inherit the knowledge left by Modir."

"Inherit, but don't spread it to the outside world, right?" Victoria was very smart. She had realized from Gao Wen's solemn attitude that what her ancestors left behind in those days was probably not just a strange adventure record. It was definitely worthy of everyone's careful consideration of the Dragon Clan and the legendary hero in front of her. So she did not feel inappropriate about Gao Wen and the Dragon Clan reaching an agreement on "Modir's Travels" in advance. Instead, she nodded very seriously, "Please rest assured, I will keep your warning in mind."

"Very good," Gao Wen nodded slightly, "This time I went to Tallond. Although this is only due to the invitation of the Dragon God, if I have the chance, I will try to investigate the things that Modir had come into contact with back then. If the investigation has gained something, I will tell you after I come back."

"Thank you very much," Victoria said with a very sincere attitude, "but you should still pay attention to your safety - if that is really something that harms humanity, we would rather not touch its secret."

Gao Wen nodded, saying that he would make a judgment. He did not explain in detail to Victoria about the concepts of the Settler, the North Tower, the Ancient Tide Rebellion, etc., because he was not very sure about these things, and rashly throwing out unverified information would only cause greater confusion to the other party. As for himself... he went to Tallongde this time to solve these confusions.

...

In the newly expanded cathedral of Cecil City (the headquarters of the New Church of the Light), the simple main hall has not yet been opened.

Several thick pillars support the large circular prayer hall. The high dome of the prayer hall is inlaid with the holy light emblem made of magic crystal stone lamps. Among the neat and clean benches, the thin but warm holy light is slowly surging, while a small figure, as if cast in light, flew around quickly among the benches and pillars, looking very happy.

Veronica, holding a platinum scepter in her hand, was standing in front of the pulpit stand at the front of the hall, slightly closing her eyes and hanging down her head, as if she was praying silently.

Wright, who was particularly tall, was standing on the pulpit in front of her. The grandpaw was wearing a simple white robe with gentle and quiet eyes. A faint light slowly wandered beside him. Behind him, where the old church used to place the statue of the gods was only a crystal screen wall that looked like a lens. The sunlight outside the church passed through a series of complex crystal refractions, and finally filled the crystal screen wall, and the faint glow emitted illuminated the entire pulpit.

The New Holy Light Church no longer needs an exact god as an idol, and the sunlight introduced into the church through a lens represents the concept of the New Holy Church - sunlight is one of the fairest things in this world. No matter the nobles, common people, men, women, young and old, all living on this land can accept the illumination of the sun. No one has the right to deprive this right, just as no one can deprive everyone of the holy light in their hearts.

"It's rare to see you pray here," Wright lowered his head and looked at the "Saint Princess" in front of him, "and even called me here."

In the eyes of outsiders, Veronica is a truly "holy and pious person". From the old church period to the new church period, this saint princess showed a kind of pious belief and embrace the holy light. She was always praying and always lingering with glory. It seemed that faith had become a part of her life. However, those who know the inside story knew that all this was just a "personality" created by this ancient disobedient.

She should actually be one of the most unbelievers in the world. She has never followed the God of Holy Light, and in fact she has not embraced the Holy Light very much. The glory that always lingers beside her is just a technical means of the Gondor era, and the piety she showed was to avoid the backlash of the seal of the soul and the God of Holy Light. Strictly speaking, it was also a technical means.

So without others and without need, Veronica would not pray any way - only a few people such as Wright and Gowen knew about this.

"I will soon follow His Majesty to Tallond," Veronica finished her prayer and raised her eyes to look at the Patriarch in front of her. "It's very far from here."

"You don't seem to be someone who seeks guidance and comfort for such things," Wright said slowly. "Is there anything I want to help?"

Veronica looked at Wright quietly for a few seconds, then nodded slightly, handed over the platinum scepter that never left her body: "I need you to keep it for me until I return with His Majesty."

"...this scepter?" Wright was obviously a little surprised and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, "I thought you would take it with him to Tallond - you never leave this thing."

"…Tallond is too far away," Veronica said. "My control over the Platinum Scepter will be weakened when far away from the continent of Loren. Although the God of Light will not pay attention to this, we must be in case. After this period of time, the diversion of faith has begun to show initial results. The 'bridge effect' between God and man is no longer as dangerous as before, but this scepter is still uncontrollable for ordinary people. Only you... can be completely unaffected by the seal of the mind and safely hold it for a longer period of time."

Will the control of Platinum Scepter weaken when away from Loren?

Wright keenly noticed the key in the other party's words, but he glanced at Veronica and did not ask in the end - there were many secrets hidden in this ancient disobedient, but unless she was willing to reveal it, no one could let her say it out. After all, even if His Majesty and the disobedient were just a cooperative relationship, and others were even more difficult to ask the "Princess Princess" in the bottom of the story.

The Patriarch shook his head and reached out to take over the scepter.

It was just a slightly warm, heavy staff. Apart from the full power of the holy light, Wright felt nothing else from it.

"Is there anything to pay attention to?" he asked.

Veronica nodded: "You don't have to hold it all the time, but make sure it is always within a hundred meters of you, and no one else can touch it when you release the scepter - otherwise the 'bridge' will immediately point to the new contact, leading the gaze of the God of Light to the earth. In addition, there is a very important point..."

Wright had a serious expression and listened very seriously.

"When leading young priests into the mountains to exercise, try not to use it as a weapon. It is better to have another normal warhammer," Veronica said lightly, "This is an antique after all."

Wright: "…Frankly speaking, this thing is not easy to use as a weapon, it's a little light."

Obviously, both of them were discussing this matter very seriously.

Then Wright looked up and looked at the sunshine that was sprinkling into the church through the crystals. He said to Veronica: "It's getting late. Today, the church only has a half day off. I'm going to prepare for the afternoon sermon. Do you have to pray here for a while? There will be more than half an hour left here."

Veronica lowered her head slightly: "You go and do it, Patriarch, I have to think about something here."

Lait nodded, turned around and walked towards the exit of the prayer hall, while waved between the benches opposite the pulpit: "Go away, Emily!"

A human-shaped glow poked his head out from the bench, responded happily, and then got into the slightly undulating holy light behind Wright, leaving the prayer hall with the great patriarch.

In the huge hall, Veronica was left standing quietly in front of the pulpit.

The "Sacred Princess" closed her eyes slightly and lowered her head, looking at the wooden pulpit like a devout believer. She didn't know what she was thinking until after more than ten minutes of silence that she slowly raised her head.

The holy light that had always been floating in those eyes seemed a little dimmer than usual.

The next moment, her murmur sounded in the prayer hall as if she was talking to herself:

“Execute the Class III security splitting process.

“The memory and personality library begins to perform remote synchronization…

"Prepare to go offline...

“We wish us good luck and look forward to the observation data we bring from Tallond.

"Personality data has been backed up, Ophelia-Passion Unit is running offline."

...

On the third day after the magic goddess "Divine Burial", all matters have been arranged.

On the courtyard square on the west side of the Palace of Cecil, Melita Pernia appeared in front of Gauven as promised.

Since this was not a formal diplomatic event and there was no external publicity arrangement, there were very few people coming to see him off. In addition to the three Grand Consuls and the necessary guards on the scene, there were only a few senior officials of the Government Affairs Department who came to the square.

"I thought there would be many people," Melita looked at Gao Wen in front of her, with a smile on her face, "This is not like a ceremonial guard to see the emperor off."

"The ceremonial guard is for outsiders to see - there is no need to make a big fuss about outsiders this time," Gao Wen said casually, and glanced at Melita who came alone, "Now I'm curious how we are going to Tallond...you take us there?"

"I am a senior agent who contacts you for full-time, of course I am responsible for it," Melita smiled slightly, "As for how to go... of course I'm flying over."
Chapter completed!