In the north of the Loren continent, the mountains, the cold wind and the flag of the Wilder family rule the northern border of the empire. Although it is still autumn, for this cold northern land, the breath of winter has begun to knock on the gate between the mountains. With the dry cold air flow that has never stopped since the beginning of autumn, the weather in Winter County has become colder day by day. Occasionally, the wind whistles through the mountains, blowing some loose snow on the mountain to the hillside. People living on the mountain may even suspect that the winter snow has arrived, and the cold wind will go first.

Of course, for Winter Fort on the top of the mountain, wind and snow are a more common thing, and it has nothing to do with the solar term. Even in midsummer, Winter Fortress will sometimes be suddenly covered by snow. Even if the sky is clear around the castle, snowflakes will unreasonably fly from the courtyard and balcony of the castle. Whenever such snowflakes suddenly appear, the servants in the castle know that this is the "Snow Duke" living in the depths of the castle, and the mood of the northern guardian is changing. However, the specific mood of the northern guardian that day is good or bad... Only the close maids will know.

At the highest point of Winter Castle, a tower full of magical brilliance was standing quietly on the stone platform. Flying snowflakes continued to condense from the sky at the top of the tower, surrounding the tower and half of the castle. The light flow formed by the magic in the air was mixed with these flying snow, with an intoxicating beauty, but it was also frightening by the cold. Two maids stood in a corridor in the upper floor of the tower, looking at the scene of heavy snow outside the window nervously. One of them couldn't help but come to the window and checked again whether the window had been closed.

Of course the window was closed, but looking at the heavy snow outside the window, the maids always felt that the cold wind seemed to penetrate the walls and crystal glass, whizzing on their faces.

"Are the hostess angry?" The maid who checked the window retreated and said to her companion nervously, "It has been a whole day, and the heavy snow outside has not stopped - now the courtyard is completely covered by snow."

"We don't need to think about this," the maid standing there seemed to be calm. "The hostess wouldn't get angry at us casually when she was angry--and she might not be angry, maybe she was just particularly happy today."

"You seem to know very well?"

"Fortunately - I have been working in this castle for ten years, and the hostess is actually much gentler than you think, not to mention that Miss Maggie has returned to the castle and with her by her side, we don't have to worry about it."

"Hey? Miss Maggie has come back? Why didn't I see it?"

"She only came back last night and did not enter the castle from the main entrance - she flew directly from the terrace," the older maid couldn't help but smile, as if she had seen it with her own eyes, "Don't forget, Miss Maggie is a powerful dragon!"

"……oh!"

...

The conversation in the corridor was very small enough to hide from ordinary people's ears, but could not escape the perception of legendary wizards and dragons. Victoria, standing in the magic meditation room, opened her eyes from her contemplation. Before she spoke, Maggie, who was waiting next to her, had already spoken: "I'll remind the two in the corridor, and their discussions became more and more lively."

"No," Victoria shook her head expressionlessly, "They are just chatting, I don't care."

Maggie nodded slightly and said nothing. Instead, Victoria breathed gently and waved her hand to extinguish the incense burning in the meditation room. As magic runes on the floor were extinguished one by one, the guardian of the north turned his head and looked at his servant and friend's follower, and said casually: "Are you still happy living in Cecil?"

Maggie looked at Victoria with a smile: "If I said I was very happy, even so happy that I almost forgot to come back, would you be sad?"

Victoria didn't say anything, but just looked back with a blank expression.

"Well, your expression of 'You know I can't joke but you can only make a fool of yourself' is really obvious, I almost didn't see it," Maggie sighed helplessly, shrugging and smiling, "To be honest, I'm quite happy in the imperial capital. Rebecca is a good friend. His Majesty is generous and full of wisdom. As a flight consultant and instructor, he is not very heavy-working - and there are many dragon descendants there."

"Then why did you come back early?" Victoria asked curiously, "Isn't it good to be with your fellow countrymen?"

"If I want to be with my fellow countrymen, wouldn't it be better to return to the Duchy of the Holy Dragon?" Maggie laughed and shook her head and said, "There is no special reason, it's just that the work there has come to an end. The training of the flight troops has already been on track, and new dragons have signed up for recruitment from the technical department. Now you should need more manpower here than the Imperial Capital - and even if something happens to the Imperial Capital, I won't have trouble flying over now."

Victoria nodded and said nothing more. Maggie looked into her eyes, listening to the sound of wind and snow whistling outside the castle in her ears. After a few seconds, she suddenly said: "I still can't calm down? I remember that these incense used for meditation are very effective for you."

"Incense can only help me concentrate, but I can't stop thinking," Victoria said helplessly, but she couldn't help but recall the information she received from Amber when she communicated with the imperial capital. Her brows frowned little by little, no longer the expressionless look she had just now. "I finally understand what Hetty and Rebecca were feeling in the tomb of Govin Cecil, who was facing the dead ancestors... "

Maggie looked at her friend quietly and broke the silence after a long time: "You are in a different mood from them, because the situation you are facing is completely different. They had no way out at that time. The 'ances' that came out of the grave was all their dependence and hope, and there was a wide open in front of you, and you were showing your ambitions on this open stage. Therefore, under this premise, a sudden 'ances' may not be a good thing for you."

Victoria let out a soft sigh, her voice low: "Maggie, you know I'm not worried about this."

"Yes, I know you are not a person who is greedy for power and status. Your confidence and ability also make it difficult for you to shake under any circumstances. Coupled with the style of the great adventurer Modir Wilder himself, you really don't have to worry about him affecting the order you maintain here... But after all, an ancestor who has been away for six hundred years suddenly returned to this world. This may have changed too much, right?" Maggie said with a faint smile. "No god can control the future. You are just a mortal, Vicky - but you don't like the feeling of losing control in the future."

Speaking of this, she paused and added calmly: "What's more, the 'Great Adventurer Modir' is in a very strange state. Whether he has been resurrected from the grave or has been wandering around the world in a daze for the past six hundred years, he now doesn't look like a 'normal living person'. As a descendant of the Wilder family, you can't leave such a family ancestor without any hesitation."

Victoria looked at Maggie, and after watching for a long time, she sighed helplessly, with a curvature on her lips: "You should know me better - others may have been thinking about me for a day but couldn't think of what I was thinking about."

"What about your decision?" Maggie raised her head and asked calmly, "You have been here for a long time--although it's not easy to see, but now it's time to have a decision?"

"...I have a duty, and many decisions are not so willful," Victoria murmured for a moment, whispering, "especially now that the situation in the north has just stabilized, I cannot focus too much on my own private affairs..."

"You are too tense, Vicky, and the affairs of the old Duke of Modir Wilder are not your private matter - that is something that even His Majesty is paying attention to, and it has even affected the two countries of Empire and Tallond," Maggie knew that her friend was a little stubborn. The other party's overly serious personality is often a problem at this time. Fortunately, she is used to it. "Occasionally, put aside the conventions and constraints and make some bold decisions, or you can discuss with His Majesty first... If even His Majesty agrees, then you have no need to worry."

"It seems that you trust our Majesty very much now," Victoria seemed to have figured out something in her heart, and she smiled. "You have made some sense. This is an unconventional thing. I should make some unconventional decisions...Maggie, I decided to go to Tallond in person to confirm the situation of the 'adventurer Modir'. It is said that he cannot be stimulated by the surname "Wilder", so he must not be able to come to Winter Castle. Since he cannot come, I will go to him."

...

In the study room covered with blue velvet carpet, Amber was standing opposite Gao Wen's desk, and Gao Wen nodded slightly after hearing her report.

"So...you think the Violet Kingdom in the North is very 'suspected'," he raised his head and looked at the half-elves who were showing a serious look in front of him. "You suspect that Modir Wilder's last adventure was to go to Violet - and there was something wrong there that led to him living until today and in a strange 'amnesia' state?"

"It may not be that I have lived to this day. Maybe he has experienced a 'sleeping' similar to yours. It was not until recently that he crawled out of the coffin for some reason - and he himself didn't know this," Amber said while sorting out his thoughts, "I have doubts about this and there is no evidence yet. But think about it, Modir's disappearance back then was not a trivial matter for Ansu. The royal family and the Wilder family must have mobilized all their strength to search. Even if they can't find anyone, they should find some clues - but all the clues were broken after pointing to the north...

"Under such a strong search, the clues can still be cut off. Apart from Tallond, there is only the mysterious Violet Kingdom. Tallond can basically be ruled out..."

Gao Wen listened to Amber's serious analysis and nodded slightly: "In addition, we will look at the specific situation of the 'adventurer Modir'. Tarrond hopes that we can send someone who knows enough about Modir to contact us, and Enya also suggested this. To be honest... I am also very curious about the 'adventurer'."

"But you can't get out of here now," Amber rolled her eyes. "Whether it's Project 115, the progress of the Black Forest, or several important projects in Hetifeng and the Silver Empire, you have to handle any of them yourself."

Gao Wen thought about it and could only sigh: "Oh... I understand Hetty's mood every day."

Amber opened her mouth and said, "Then you can't understand - she is too stressed and can still put on a smoky makeup to help you relieve your boredom. You don't have an ancestor who has been lifted up from the coffin... Oh, I just said it casually! I didn't lie, you won't take the beating!"

Gao Wen glared at the shame of all things that still had no door, and threw the silver seal he had just picked up back to the table - he was just kidding, and he would definitely not really use something to smash this guy, nor was he worried about actually hurting people. It was mainly because it would be troublesome to throw things out and come back after they were thrown out. Although this Shadow Assault Goose was not very good, as long as you throw it out and smash it into her, she would give you more than half a pound, even if the thing was shot out with a magic cannon, she could give you no harm and run away quickly... This process could not be explained by Gao Wen, the legendary knight.

It was at this moment that a buzzing sound suddenly came from the magic net terminal not far from the desk. With the glimmer of light when the projection crystal was activated, Gao Wen also diverted his attention from Amber.

The terminal is activated, the crystal becomes brighter, and Heti's figure appears in the holographic projection that becomes clear quickly. She said with a serious look: "Ancestor, the Silver Queen Belsetia and the mission have crossed the dark mountains, and it is expected to land in Trail Blazers Square in thirty minutes."

"Have you arrived already..." Gao Wen said softly, then nodded, "I understand. You should first notify the greeting staff on the square to prepare according to the scheduled process, and I will arrive later."

The visit of the mission of the Silver Empire was agreed upon a long time ago. Gao Wen had already made arrangements for this, so he was not surprised at this moment, but thinking of the special nature of this mission, his expression became a little serious.

Among the Silver Mission that is about to arrive in the imperial capital, the highlight is not the Silver Queen, but several elves with the titles of "Great Druids" and "Ancient Sages". Each of them is age... enough for humans with short-lived life to regard it as a "living fossil".

The leader of those silver elves is an ancient druid priest named "Azmore". Before the fall of White Star three thousand years ago, he was the "Servant of God" who was second only to the Silver Queen. He had received the baptism of divine grace personally brought down by the God of Nature. In the information sent by Belsetia, he is a "sage" recognized by more than half of the "old secret sects" of the Silver Empire today. I don't know how many secret sects are operating in his name.

That was the last high-level priest in the world who still believed in Amoen devoutly and had received "God of God" three thousand years ago.

Gao Wen stood up from behind the desk, took a light breath, and walked out the door.
Chapter completed!