A special mark was made on the secret letter, then rolled it up and meticulously put on a hot paint seal. After doing all this, Viscount Andrew breathed gently, recalling whether he had any misses or mistakes.

It should be gone - the content agreed upon before has been written in the secret letter, and it is also very real and reliable. Viscount Andrew is quite confident in his ability to make up stories. He feels that anyone who sees the secret letter will believe that he is really an eyewitness to "that incident".

The rest is to see if the old king who is far away in the royal capital is willing to believe this matter.

No, it should be said that he wanted to admit the authenticity of this matter.

This was a bit risky move, but Viscount Andrew was not a risk-resistant person. If he hadn't taken the risk, he would have never been able to stand out from his seven siblings and become the successor of the Leslie family.

He just didn't expect his new adventure to be tied to the Cecil family.

The one who had already lost ground and withdrew from the political center of the kingdom a hundred years ago, and in modern times, it was even more of a family that was so small that it was about to die naturally.

Viscount Andrew has always been very concerned about his "neighbors". This is not only because the territories of both sides are adjacent and there are many trade exchanges on weekdays, but also because the decline of the Cecil family has become increasingly serious in the past two years. If it continues according to the original progress, basically he can expect to double the territory of the Leslie family in his lifetime - the little girl who hastily inherited the family business is not a qualified lord at all. Although she works very hard, she will definitely not be able to protect her own family business.

But fate played a joke on everyone, and in a way that no one could imagine: when he heard that Cecil's leader was destroyed by monsters, Andrew was completely confused; when he heard that those monsters were very similar to the tide creatures in historical records, he was also confused; when the merchants entering the city mentioned that a dragon appeared; when Rebecca Cecil and Hety Cecil entered the castle with a man who claimed to be their ancestors... Viscount Andrew showed great calmness and acceptance.

That's because he was finally confused and got used to it.

But after finishing his conversation with the "Ancestor" and returning to his dormitory, Viscount Andrew felt that he had made the right decision.

A demise of aristocratic genealogy and a territory burned to white land are worthless, and no matter how much you squeeze, you can't squeeze out water. If you want to recover the cost, it's better to go from a greedy squeezer to a generous and good neighbor. Moreover, the existence of that "Ancestor" is even more critical - Viscount Andrew now believes in the authenticity of this matter - whether there is an old ancestor in the Cecil family is completely different concepts.

He sealed the secret box into the silver tube, and wrapped it around it with a circle of magical silk threads, and then handed it to the old housekeeper standing next to him: "Leave it to the best ranger messenger--to set off on the griffin, and let the messenger deliver it to the silver castle after the first messenger arrives, before the Cecil's people arrive."

The housekeeper took the silver tube and was about to turn around and leave. Viscount Andrew called him: "Wait a minute, and you go to the silver treasury - send the gold and silver belonging to the Cecil's family back as it is."

"Yes, Master Viscount. But will it be enough to send it back as it is?"

"It's enough to give it back as it is. When they set off, I will prepare some more thoughts in the name of travel."

The situation has changed. The "fees" charged for that ridiculous greed have now become a hot potato. It is just the first step to serve as it is, but it cannot be done too much at once.

Viscount Andrew weighed the pros and conscientiously in his heart, and hoped that the ancient man from seven hundred years ago could understand his sincerity.

The night is already dark.

Gowen, wearing his nightgown, pushed open the balcony door of his room and came to the terrace on the second floor of Viscount Castle.

There is no moon at night in this world. In the deep sky, there are only stars that are denser than on the earth. The twinkling stars bring cold light to this earth, and each starlight is particularly strange to Gao Wen.

Since he came to this world, he has liked to look up at the sky - this is true every day and night. During the day, he looks at the huge and not too dazzling "sun", and at night, he looks at the moonless night.

His gaze moved among the stars, trying to find a still and special celestial body between the twinkling stars.

But this is destined to be a futile attempt. There are so many stars and he does not have enough data and calculation data. He cannot find the position he looked down at the earth. Even if he finds it, he cannot tell it from the stars in the sky.

But he just couldn't help doing this because he knew more than everyone that there was a secret hidden in the sky of this world. There was something there, perhaps some kind of surveillance device, a satellite, a space station, or a ship. Although it is highly likely that it has been shut down now, it cannot be ruled out that there are other things that have not shut down still hanging in the sky.

He was once part of that surveillance device - this was the closest conjecture that Gao Wen had come up after thinking for many days.

If he had not had those experiences of looking down at the earth, if he had traveled to Gowen Cecil as soon as he arrived here, then he would not have had this understanding and would not have corresponding pressure. But he just knew something, so as a soul on earth with modern ideas, he could not control his curiosity about the sky... and worries.

What exactly is it hanging in the sky? What impact does it or they have on the earth? Will it or they always hang there so peacefully? What purpose does it or their maker-if there are makers-what would it have?

All of this made Gao Wen feel a sense of urgency that he could not speak for outsiders, just as an earthling suddenly knew that an alien spacecraft was parked in the orbit above his head. Even if the ship remained motionless for tens of thousands or even hundreds of thousands of years, it would be difficult for those living on the ground to calm down.

You must understand it or their ins and outs to sleep soundly.

Moreover, even without this worry, Gawain could not turn a blind eye to the sky with curiosity alone.

"You look up at God every day - either look at the sun or the stars."

A girl's voice suddenly came from behind her. Gao Wen turned around and saw the half-elf-like thief sitting on the railing of the terrace, looking out with her back, looking at herself with a smile. Her legs were swinging under the railing, not worried about falling down at all.

Gao Wen glanced at her: "It's not very polite to sneak into someone else's balcony in the middle of the night to scare people."

"Night is my world, and shadows are everywhere. I can go wherever I want," Amber shook on the railing, and his body merged into the shadows. The next moment, it appeared on the other side of the balcony. "And you, a great hero seven hundred years ago, are you afraid that someone would suddenly talk to you at night?"

Gao Wen was embarrassed to admit that he did get goosebumps just now...

"What are you looking at every day?" Amber looked at Gao Wen without saying a word, so he changed the topic, "When you look at the sun during the day, you are astrology when you look at the stars at night? Do you still know how to astrology?"

"What do you think will be in heaven?" Gao Wen asked the other party.

"In the sky? Isn't it just stars and suns?" Amber replied casually, "Oh by the way... you don't want to tell me that the palaces of the gods are also in the sky, and then preach to me, right? Then I'm not interested - I believe in the goddess of shadow and dark night, that is, Ms. Ye. Ms. Ye's kingdom of gods is in the deepest part of the night without stars, which is completely different from the sky in the real world. I just need to close my eyes and pray for a moment, and I will respect God!"

"Are you really a believer of the Goddess of the Night?" Gao Wen looked at Amber with a little surprise. Although he had no faith, he still knew a lot about religion in this world from Gowen Cecil's memory. Those various gods and sects of all sizes opened his eyes and stayed away from him. But he didn't expect that the thief in front of him who seemed to have nothing to do with piety at all was actually a person with faith.

"I believe it casually. Anyway, Ms. Ye does not require worship or give a divine metaphor, and there is no need to pay a regular and fixed worship and sacrifice. Why don't I believe it by the way if I don't spend a copper coin?" Amber said lightly and said to the true believers, "And the way of shadow is somewhat related to Ms. Ye's power. Sometimes I think that I can really become more powerful after praying - although it was proven that it was an illusion that arises after drinking high."

Gao Wen curled his lips and decided to ignore this half-elf who had no door.

It is simply a shame for the elf - no matter what her other half of her bloodline is, it is a shame for the corresponding bloodline.

"Hey, why are you not talking again?" Amber didn't plan to let him go, "You haven't said that yet, what are you looking at?"

Gao Wen glanced at her: "Have you ever heard a saying that after death, a person's soul will return to the sky and wander among the stars. Every star is actually the soul of an ancestor..."

"I have never heard of it. I heard that after the death of a person who has faith, the soul will be taken away by the corresponding god he believes in, and then he is happy in the kingdom of God. After the death of a person who has no faith, the soul will be taken away by the god of death. Then the god of death's wife uses an iron comb to combed all the memories and throw them back to the world - so some people say that all sentient beings in the world will be believers of the god of death no matter what their faith is," said Amber Barabala, "But your statement is also very interesting. People will go to heaven after they die? Is this a religious statement seven hundred years ago?"

Gao Wen was a little embarrassed: "No, this is..."

"Ah, yes! You have died!" Amber looked at Gao Wen with wide eyes as if he had discovered a new continent. He shook his body and came to him, and asked anxiously, "Did you go to heaven after you died? What does it look like when a person dies? Tell me about it!"

"Go and go - go there!" Gao Wen pressed Amber's face and forced the other party away, "If a person dies, he will know nothing. Do you understand? I was just bored and talk nonsense!"

"Go..." Amber stared at Gao Wen for a long time, then turned around after confirming that the other party really didn't want to tell her, "The elderly are so bored."

Gao Wen: "You say it again?"
Chapter completed!