Chapter 48 (2/2)

The red lines on the sun’s surface then disappeared rapidly after that, and the floating colors of the image monitor calmed and returned to their original states.

However, although the image monitor had removed its warning, Gawain was still on high alert.

The new discoveries became new clues. When a lot of new clues came out at once and piled up, they became new problems.

He began to produce countless conjectures and reasonings, with some of them being so bold they were insane. However, he forced these down, firstly calming himself down, before searching for an explanation that would bring him closer to the truth.

“Ancestor… are you alright?” Herti looked at Gawain’s face with concern. “You look unwell…”

Amber had slipped out of the tent earlier, but Gawain’s aura was so oppressive that this usually noisy and lively half-elf did not dare to speak. It was only when Herti broke the silence that she dared to utter, “He rushed out before the red spots appeared in the sun and scared the crap out of me…”

“Herti, can you sense any magical changes?” Gawain suddenly turned to Herti with a severe look on his face.

“There was a surge of magical power earlier, and casting magic became much easier.” Herti nodded. Surges in magical power were congruent with the appearance of red spots on the sun, but the recent increases in red spots and magic surges were becoming way too frequent. Combined with the disaster on the Cecil territory and Gawain’s warning fresh in her mind, she could not help but to start panicking. “Could it be another…”

Herti’s face paled gradually.

“No, not to the extent where monsters will appear.” Gawain shook his head to calm Herti down. He made this judgment based on the lack of signs of Dark Wave pollution, and also based on Gawain Cecil’s experience that nothing would happen since the elemental power in the air was stable. “They’re just ordinary levels of red spots and magic surging…”

“Magical power surges and red spots are a natural occurrence, but they usually only appear once every three to five years.” Herti was visibly worried. “But this is the second time it has happened in these few months…”

Actually, the worry and panic in Gawain’s heart were just as strong as those in Herti’s.

In fact, since he also had to worry about the problem of the connection between himself and some “surveillance satellite” in the sky, his anxiety right now was a little stronger than hers.

However, he also understood that since he had become the pillar of the entire Cecil Clan, he could not show any signs of weakness or hesitation, especially in front of Herti and Rebecca.

Moreover, weakness and hesitation would not solve any problems.

“Don’t worry. There won’t be any monsters. Even if the monsters arrive, I have experience with them.” Gawain looked reassuringly at his descendant. “Let’s all do our part—only by building a strong and stable home can we have the power to combat nature.”

Herti saw the confidence in Gawain’s eyes and began to calm down. She bowed slightly before returning to her own work.

As he gazed upon Herti helping out with the construction with her magic, Gawain nodded slightly.

Although Herti and Rebecca perhaps did not have mindsets that transcended their era and class, they had a foundation that was not found in other aristocrats of this age.

That being they did not believe that they should be segregated from their people just because of their status and social standing.

Otherwise, a lady like Herti, who was an aristocrat in every way, would never go to the construction site and use her magic to assist with the efforts.

As Gawain looked on at the rapidly strengthening foundation under the use of magic and was awed by its convenience, he also realized something: once the hardware to mint coins were in place, it would be a good idea to hire some down and out rogue mages to help build the camp.

Before that though, there were other more important problems to think through.

Gawain turned back and returned to the tent. Sitting at his table, he scribbled down three questions on a blank piece of paper.

What was the relation between the “sun” in the sky and the Dark Wave?

What was the use and condition of the “surveillance satellite”?

Why did the Gawain Cecil of seven hundred years ago leave behind a crystal that could help him reestablish a connection to the satellite?