After accepting the banquet from Viscount Andrew, Gao Wen and his party were temporarily placed in the guest room in the castle. At Gao Wen's special request, two soldiers, waitresses, Betty and Amber, had clean and tidy rooms available.

Anyway, Viscount Andrew's castle is very big.

After shutting off the waiter, Hetty couldn't help asking the question: "Ancestor, do you think Viscount Andrew can be reliable?"

Although he is a "neighbor" who is adjacent to the territory, Hetty is well aware of the aristocratic spirit, which is neither honest nor glorious. Although they usually emphasize these two points, they lack these, especially in this southern region far away from the political center and the barren and barbaric, the way of survival of the nobles is even more unbearable. Now that the Cecil family has completely fallen to the bottom, except for the sudden emergence of an ancestor as a plus point, Hetty really has no confidence to gain any opportunity in the confrontation with other nobles.

"Reliable? I didn't think about this at all," Gao Wen's answer surprised Herty. "I didn't know what Viscount Andrew looked like a few hours ago."

Rebecca next to him was shocked: "Ah? Then you have talked to him so much..."

"Because it is necessary," Gao Wen looked at Rebecca. "It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a dead end now--not to mention that the incoming leaders still have to support them. Do you look at your own pockets and have the next meal? So we must seek help. Viscount Andrew is just a choice that you have no choice. Besides him, can you find people you know in the southern border? And when it comes to how reliable he is... I don't know him nor his family, and even his territory was heard from you two days ago. How could I know whether he is reliable?"

Rebecca felt her head was a little too hard to turn: "Then why do you think he will definitely help?"

The answer was not Gao Wen, but the amber that had been lying beside the table and stuffing grapes into his mouth. The half-elf rubbed his mouth and rolled his eyes at Rebecca: "Stupid, because he doesn't want to lose money."

"Don't want to lose money?"

"When Knight Philip brought refugees to Tanzan town, Viscount Andrew had actually made a decision," Amber said slowly. "He could completely close the city gates and wait for those refugees to retreat or starve to death outside - don't use any mutual aid laws to talk about it. In such remote areas, the laws of the kingdom are not as effective as the gold coins of merchants. Since the Viscount accepted the refugees, it means that he was going to collect compensation from the Cecil family. He had this idea and believed that the Cecil family was able to repay the debt. You see, the transaction was established at that time, and today... it was just a little bit widening the scope of the transaction and clarifying it."

Rebecca was stunned at Amber: "You...how can you still understand these things? Is the threshold for thieves these days so high?"

Amber bared his teeth and said, "Is this very profound? I don't understand the logic of your nobles and a lot of rules, but at least I understand the principle that thieves do not leave empty. When it comes to interests, is there any difference between your nobles and the thief who doesn't want to leave empty?"

Rebecca was furious and pulled out his staff and summoned a fireball with a big head: "You have to ignore your mouth anymore. Believe it or not, I really hit you in the face with a fireball!"

Amber seemed to be sure that this young lord lady didn't know how to play, and she even provoked with a smile: "If you have the ability, you can rub an ice arrow~~"

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt a chill in her ears. An ice arrow flew over to the tip of her ears, and a piece of ice froze on the wall behind her. Not far away, Hedy kept lifting a finger and looked cold: "The ice arrow you want."

A drop of cold sweat slid down Amber's face. The terror caused by the distance between the ice arrow and the skin just now even exceeded that of the ice arrow itself. She couldn't help but wonder how high the magic control technique it would take to achieve so accurate.

Rebecca twitched slightly: Aunt Hetty's aggressive magic is indeed as always, as she misses the person, and she strokes and moves...

Gao Wen clapped his hands and ended the short farce: "Okay, let's be considered my own people for now, just restrain yourself."

The old ancestor's words were still useful. Whether he wanted to or not, Heti and Rebecca put away their staff to express their obedience. Although Amber was free from being beaten, he also understood the principle of stopping when he was good (mainly, the deterrence of an ice arrow is indeed very strong), and he no longer said anything on his lips.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door outside the room. After obtaining Gao Wen's permission, the little maid Betty pushed open the door and walked in.

"Master, Mrs. Hetty, Miss Rebecca," Betty called one by one, and skipped Amber directly, "Calligraphy Philip is here."

"Oh, just waiting for him," Gowan nodded, then noticed the pan on Betty's hand, "Wait a minute... why are you still holding it?"

Betty blinked and thought for a while and said, "Because... she hasn't arrived home yet, she can just put it around and is afraid of losing it."

Gao Wen covered his forehead: "You...well, you can do whatever you want."

A moment later, the Philip Knight, who led the refugee led by Cecil, walked into the room.

What surprised Gao Wen was that this was a very young warrior: he looked only in his early twenties, with short light golden hair, deep eyes and high nose bridge. Although his facial features were not very good overall, his heroic temperament and upright figure were enough to make him stand out among ordinary people. Because it was normal, the other party was not wearing armor, but wearing a regular suit, with a long sword around his waist, and an undisassembled bandage could still be seen on his exposed arms and neck.

He did break through with injuries.

"Master Lord, Madam," Knight Philip immediately saluted Rebecca and Hetty after entering the house, "I'm so glad to see you are safe and sound."

"Knight Philip, get up quickly," Rebecca quickly helped the other party up, "It's really thanks to you that we can protect the soldiers and civilians."

She noticed the bandage on the other party: "These injuries..."

"I suffered when I broke through, but it was much better," Philip said hurriedly, "Vissue Andrew arranged for me a priest and a pharmacist. But..."

The young knight showed a embarrassed look, with shame and annoyance in his face.

"You mean the gold and silver that you brought out of the castle," Hetty said, "don't take it to heart - those things are originally something that can be used to deal with the needs of time. When we asked you to take them away, we said it was all at your disposal."

"Please don't worry, in fact, the gold and silver taken away by Viscount Andrew are only part of the money," Philip's face looked a little better, and then said in a low voice, "Before entering the city, I would hand some of my property apart to several trusted soldiers for safekeeping, and some were buried outside the city. I was worried that if Viscount Andrew was too greedy, at least some of the money would be left to support everyone, or to allow the soldiers to make their own living..."

Gao Wen nodded slightly. This was a young man with both courage and mind. He could lead a dozen soldiers to guard a large group of civilians with no combat effectiveness to break through. This shows his courage. Before entering the territory of other nobles, he knew that he could not compete with the nobles and could think of how to protect the property given to him by his master as much as possible, and even arranged for the soldiers to make a living. This was even more difficult.

So he showed a look of praise: "It's done well. How many people survived?"

Philip actually saw Gao Wen in the room from the beginning - after all, the latter's size is really eye-catching. At this moment, he finally had the opportunity to ask: "Are you..."

"It seems that Viscount Andrew has told you," Hetty nodded, "This is the ancestor of the Cecil family, the founding grand duke of Ansu, Li..."

Before the other party finished speaking, Gao Wen quickly interrupted: "Okay, okay, there is no need to mention the name given by the second-year old man, it sounds like goose..."

Before she could finish her words, Philip had already knelt on one knee in front of Gao Wen: "Duke Gao Wen! I... I heard about this news, but I really didn't expect it to be true! You are a role model for all knights, I have been..."

"Okay, okay, why isn't it over yet!" Gao Wen quickly pulled Philip up again. As an outsider who occupied someone else's body, he was really embarrassed at this moment. "Tell me first how many people survive?"

Philip finally managed to control his excitement, and his face sank according to the topic: "There were only more than 1,000 people who broke through that day. Later, less than 900 people who encountered monster attacks, fell behind due to injuries and died of illness. Finally, less than 900 people arrived in Tanzan Town alive..."

“How many exactly?”

"Eight hundred and seventy-three people - except me, sixteen of them were formal soldiers, thirty were militias, and the rest were civilians."

Rebecca's body shook.

"Is this the last number of survivors in Cecil's leadership..." Hetty murmured to himself, "I really didn't expect..."

Gowen patted Hetty on the shoulder: "Do you know how many people were when we first came out of the hinterland of Gondor more than 700 years ago?"

Hetty looked at Gowan: "At that time..."

"There are tens of thousands of people," Gao Wen sighed, "so today's situation is really a big deal."

Hetty: “…”

And at the same time, in Viscount Andrew's office, the Viscount was writing a secret letter.

The secret letter was written directly to the king.

Due to the existence of Gondor wasteland, Ansu regarded the southern territory as the most important barrier area of ​​the kingdom at the beginning of its founding. Even though the south has been peaceful for a long time, some regulations that have lasted for hundreds of years are still continuing in this area. For example, every nobleman of all sizes in the southern territory is a direct vassal of Ansu's royal family. They all have the power to directly talk to the king and have the obligation to directly report affairs to the king.

"Salute to His Majesty the King, your direct vassal greets you.

"You should have learned of the disaster that the Southern Cecil Corps encountered in the previous letter, and now there are new changes here. This matter is unprecedented, but I have personally confirmed that it is true.

"The ancestor of the Cecil family, Ansu's founding grand duke, and Gowen Cecil, the leader of the seven generals, has returned to the world recently.
Chapter completed!