Chapter 141 The Identity of the Cult

Hearing the voice behind her, the veiled woman turned around and saw a half-elf with pointy ears standing not far away. He chewed and looked at himself suspiciously.

"Can you... see me?" The veiled woman-Melita Bernia looked at this half-elf with a bit of surprise. Of course she remembered him, as the treasurer of Mithril Senior agent, she has a good memory, so she also clearly remembers the combat power of this half-elf guard. Can a half-elf with limited strength than a goose be able to see himself easily?

"Is it hard to see you?" Amber was chewing the fried beans, she still hadn't remembered who the veiled woman with a different style from the whole camp was, so she was full of curiosity. "By the way, who are you? A businessman who came to do business? Finally, a businessman is willing to come here?"

I don't know how she connected the person in front of her with the businessman...

"Businessman... If you have to say that, it seems not bad," Melita smiled and removed her concealment effect and psychological suggestion spell. Fortunately, there were no other people nearby, otherwise the people who came and went would have to see it. The big change in the street is probably another commotion, "Are you the guard of Duke Gawain Cecil? Please show me the way, I'm here to talk to him about things."

"Oh (crunch), okay," Amber threw two more fried beans into his mouth, then walked up to Melita and stretched out his hand, "(crunch) three copper coins."

Melita was stunned: "Why?"

"Take the toll (crunch)."

Melita: "...are you interested in working in the Mithril Treasury?"

"Huh?" Amber was stunned for a moment, and then was reminded by the word Mithril Treasure House, she immediately remembered something, and suddenly opened a distance of several meters from Merita, "Ah! Mithril Treasure House! I remember! I saw you last time!"

"It's me," Melita smiled, feeling that this half-elf was quite interesting, and her every surprise response was exaggeratedly impressive, "your lord invited me here, so now you Do you still need to take the toll?"

"Hey, I thought I could get some extra money - I can't even earn errands for that old zongzi, it's a shame," Amber whispered, then waved his hand, "Okay, okay, follow me. I'm here, I'll take you to see him."

Under the leadership of Amber, Melita soon came to the depths of the territory. She saw a large tent standing in the middle of the open space, and the foundation had been laid beside the open space, and a lot of bricks, wood and stones were piled up on the side, it seemed Getting ready to build a big house.

"He's in the tent, there shouldn't be a nap at this point," Amber strode towards the tent, "Wait outside for a while, I'll go in and let me know."

After a while, Melita heard the careless voice of the half-elf coming from the tent: "Gawain! That agent named my little pony is coming to you!"

Melita frowned suspiciously: How does that guy and the people around him pronounce it so strangely?

Gao Wen has been waiting for this agent to visit the door for many days, and finally waited for the other party today - the agent is still dressed in the same way as last time, wearing a peculiar gauze dress with a lavender veil covering Face, temperament mysterious and elegant.

Amber saw the agent hanging out near the brick kiln, and before that, no one had reported that outsiders had come to the territory.

This is really a young lady accompanied by mystery.

"Long time no see, Miss Melita," Gawain stood up from behind the desk with a smile, "I thought you would have to wait a long time to come, after all, the traffic in this place is not very convenient. Please take a seat."

"There's always a lot of easy access to the Mithril Vault," Melita also smiled, "and I'm glad you finally got my name pronounced right."

Gawain was suddenly a little embarrassed: "Ahaha... Don't say it is so full, maybe next time I have to read it wrong."

"The Duke is really a funny person." Melita bowed and said decently.

She still didn't take off the veil, but obviously Gawain didn't care about it either, he just looked at the agent from the Mithril treasure house curiously: "You seem to have 'visited' my territory? How do you feel? ?"

"It's a very nice place, better than I imagined, and there are many very strange... magic devices," Melita said calmly, "but I'm more curious about this place - you still live in a tent, Instead, let those civilians live in wooden houses first, which is strange."

"Most of those are workshops or places for technicians to live, and the infrastructure construction of the territory must be prioritized," Gawain explained, "As for here...you should have seen the large open space next to the tent, I This tent will also be demolished soon."

Melita opened her eyes slightly: "I thought it was a barracks for knights and soldiers. It seems that you didn't plan to build a castle for yourself?"

"We'll talk about it later when we have the conditions. It's a waste to build that now," Gawain waved his hand. "Let's not talk about that, let's talk about business."

"Of course," Melita remembered her purpose here, "please show me the ring you got."

Gawain took out the Mithril Ring obtained from the cultist on the spot, put it on the table and pushed it in front of Melita.

The moment the agent saw the silver-white ring, her eyes narrowed slightly, and her eyes became serious: Obviously, the thing is real.

She picked up the ring, put it in front of her and observed it carefully, rubbing the inside of the ring to determine the encrypted patterns, and finally she put the ring to her lips and whispered a few syllables.

The syllables sounded vague and indistinguishable, and Gawain was acutely aware that they were not ordinary spellcasting spells almost immediately, and the almost murmured sound did not even sound like a human vocal cord could make. A few syllables fell, and a hazy light suddenly appeared on the surface of the ring, and it trembled slightly.

After more than ten seconds, these phenomena gradually dissipated.

After completing the spell that seemed to be a special appraisal, Melita exhaled softly, but her voice did not relax at all, but rather solemn: "That's right...it's the VIP token of the Mithril Treasure, its owner is Ba De Wendell."

"Bud Wendell?" Gawain frowned, he probably didn't recognize the big names of his time, but he was familiar with many of those big names' surnames, "I've heard the surname of Wendell, who went east back then. There was a stunned young man in that group, and his surname was Wendell."

"That's right, Bud Wendell, the heir of the Wendell family of the Typhon Empire," Melita's eyes looked serious, "You should be able to imagine that the Wendell family is as old as your Cecil family and has been passed down to this day. It is already one of the most famous families in the Typhon Empire. The contemporary Archduke Ferdinand Wendell is the most powerful 'knight lord' in the Typhon Empire, and he is also the wolf general of the previous generation. Descendants of Qing'."

"Knight lord?" Gawain frowned, "Is it the kind of lord I know?"

"No, that is a unique title after the military reform of the Typhon Empire," Melita explained casually, "The Typhon Empire has undergone many reforms in recent decades, especially in the military system. All knights, warriors, mages and other extraordinary fighters have been reorganized and registered to form the 'Emperor Corps' which is not based on the private soldiers of nobles from all over the world. "

Gao Wenwen just asked casually, but he didn't expect to hear this kind of news, he frowned suddenly: "The Typhon Empire has established a professional and regular legion of Transcendents?!"

"Yeah," Melita nodded as a matter of course, "that's why their military strength is developing so fast."

"...The wine bags and rice bags in the royal capital," Gawain clenched his fists subconsciously, "I didn't hear any news about this in Ansu, and even when I inquired about the nobles in the capital, I couldn't find it. thing!"

"Ah, they don't really know anything about what's going on in the neighboring country, but it's hard to say why they don't want to take it to heart," Melita shrugged indifferently, "We don't know anything about this kind of national level thing. It can be discussed in the future, but let’s continue to talk about the issue of cultists and rings.”

"Okay," Gawain loosened his fist, "the owner of this ring, Bud Wendell, what is his relationship with the contemporary Archduke Ferdinand Wendell?"

"Bud Wendell is the only son of Archduke Ferdinand and the Wolf General of the previous generation," Melita said, "and most importantly, he disappeared more than ten years ago!"

Gawain's eyes became strange: "The heir of the Wendell family, the general of the Typhon Empire, if he is a big customer of your Mithril treasure house, it's really nothing strange, but... I saw a man in Tanzang Town. A fifth-level fallen druid!"

The difference between these two identities was so huge that Gawain couldn't connect them at all. He glanced at the ring in Melita's hand and shook his head subconsciously: "I'm starting to suspect that it is the cultist again now. Stole or picked up this ring."

"Unfortunately, your suspicion is still unfounded," Melita shook her head, "I have already checked, except for your contact record, this ring has not been touched by other people who do not meet the identity, in other words In other words, this ring has been worn on Bud Wendell's hands before, and has never changed hands.

"The fifth-level fallen druid you saw... was Bard Wendell himself."

Gao Wen was speechless.

But soon, several details flashed in his mind:

When he fought against a cultist before, the opponent always subconsciously engaged in melee combat. Even if he had more powerful magic power, he chose to hide in the shadows and use a sword to assassinate himself.

During the battle, the cultist showed extremely skilled swordsmanship, and his experience with swords was obviously exceptional.

The weapon of the cultist was a one-handed sword, and the weapon used by Tyrion Wendell in the East Road Development Group was also a one-handed sword. The swordsmanship paths of the two seem to be very close, and the possibility of being in the same line is very high... … Reading Network