Chapter 19 (2/2)

Andrew hesitated. If this thing was really a prank, then the efforts went into setting it up must be frightening. However, if it was not a prank…

How could anyone believe a story of an ancestor running out of his grave!!

“You can find elven craftsmen to appraise this sword. This sword was forged by their clansmen. They know how to check the elven seal. You can also take out the portraits of the founding princes and dukes for comparison. Though I’ve slept for 700 years, it’s fortunate that my looks haven’t changed much.” Watching Andrew’s changing expressions, Gawain smiled and said, ” If you can do that, you can also seek out the elven mercenaries, who have participated in the Second Settlement and now live secludedly in the mountains. Perhaps there may be some of them who know me.”

“No, that’s not necessary.” Viscount Andrew gave a wave of his hand, kneaded the space between his brows as he thought that these things that had happened were really not something he was adept at handling, “If you’re the legendary hero… I guess coming back to life after sleeping for 700 years could be possible.”

Even so, a discerning person could tell with a glance that this viscount still could not quite believe Gawain. Still doubtful, he was only using an excuse to pause the conversation for the moment.

He thought it out. What has this matter got to do with him? Why did he have to wrack his brain over whether this matter was true or not? Since the Cecils have said that it was true, he could just take it as the truth.

Anyways, he was just an ancient who had been dead for 700 years.

However, after thinking through these things, Viscount Andrew seemed to then catch on to a detail that Gawain had mentioned earlier, “Wait a minute, you said… a dragon appeared in the vicinity?!”

“Yes, a blue dragon. I don’t know where it came from, but in the end, it went northwest…” Gawain nodded before telling him about all the things that happened in Cecil territory, “… That was what happened.”

“Aberration… the monsters from the era of the Dark Wave… and dragons… my god…” Viscount Andrew’s brows seemed as though they were going to lock together, and even the red flush on his pale face faded away. “What’s happening with this world… ”

“What’s happening with this world is something that those scholars and the king have to think about. What we need to do is pass on the news of what happened here to the city of St. Soniel as soon as possible.” Herti interrupted Andrew, “The situation is at a critical state. ”

“I’ve already sent a messenger to report the attack on Cecil territory,” Viscount Andrew said, “The messenger has already set off on a fast horse. He should already be halfway there by now.”

It seemed that Viscount Andrew had actually been quite competent. Not only did he accept the refugees near his territory, but he also sent a messenger to report to the king at the earliest moment. His performance was probably outstanding among the current aristocrats at the borders. However, Herti had to make a further request, “Viscount Andrew, this is not enough. This situation has become so serious that Rebecca must meet His Majesty in person. And since the Grand Duke of Cecil has woken up from his long slumber, he must go to the capital as well. We are grateful for the aid you provided to the Cecil Clan, but we still need more help. ”

Hearing that, Andrew’s eyelids lowered as though he was contemplating. Then he stood up and paced around in front of the long table with his hands crossed behind his back.

“What do you need? Horses? Supplies? Guards?”

“Everything,” Rebecca plucked up her courage and said, “And we also ask of you to help take care of the people of Cecil territory for a while until we return from the capital and have a new territory to accommodate those people…”

“That’s where the problem is,” Viscount Andrew raised his hand and interrupted Rebecca. “Actually, I was going to talk about this. I’m already trying my best to help my neighbors, and I’m happy to be of help. However, I’m only a viscount. How can I feed all those refugees? ”

Gawain picked up the black tea before him that had gotten slightly cold, took a sip as he mused at how the viscount had finally broached the topic of ‘business’.

Rebecca said impatiently, “Knight Philip brought a bunch of gold and silver when he broke out. The gold and silver should be enough…”

“Of course, I know about the gold and silver,” Viscount Andrew interrupted Rebecca again, “Please rest assured that I’m not a man who takes advantage of others who are vulnerable. However, medicine and food cost money. I mentioned that earlier, didn’t I? When the brave knight arrived in Tanzan Town, he was battered, and almost all of the soldiers and civilians whom he brought along with him were wounded. To treat them, I used the best medicine we have and used our best priest. These are all very expensive. That gold and silver was just barely enough for that. ”

Rebecca’s eyes widened.

“Of course, I still want to emphasize that I’m not someone who takes advantage of others who are vulnerable,” Viscount Andrew continued. “So I will continue to accommodate those refugees, and I will offer you as much help as possible. I just want to make certain that after I’ve done all that, will the Cecil Clan still be able to pay this debt?”