So Many Visitors Tonight

Gawain stood by the window for a while, waiting until he confirmed that the "My Little Pony" presence had completely vanished. Only then did he sigh and quickly start closing the window.

Just as the window sash was about to close, a black shadow shot up from below, accompanied by Amber's loud yelling, "Hey, Uncle, I just saw a little thief... splat."

Gawain: "..."

A moment later, Miss Amber, whose body and mind were severely injured, finally stood steadily on the ground. The unlucky half-elf rubbed her forehead, an ice pack still on her face, glaring at Gawain, "You can't do this to me!"

"How was I supposed to know you'd suddenly dart in from outside the window?" Gawain glanced at her. "What's gotten into everyone today? Can't anyone just use the front door properly?"

"I'm a thief! Are you looking down on my professional integrity by asking me to use the front door?" Amber was furious. "Besides, I was just sent flying! You haven't even mentioned how we're going to handle this as a work injury. How can you even say that? Are all you nobles this stingy?"

Gawain looked at Amber, who was still bouncing around, and confirmed that apart from the rather unfortunate incident of her face hitting the window frame, she was actually unharmed. He shook his head, "I don't have money right now, but I'll make it up to you when I do."

Before she could speak, Gawain continued, "I'm an elder, I won't lie to you, alright?"

Amber's eyes widened, "You said it yourself, I have a good memory!"

Gawain waved his hand, signaling the boisterous half-elf to stay put, then walked over to the desk and looked at the crystals spread out on it.

There were five crystals. One of them was the item from seven hundred years ago that Miss Melita had just given him. Theoretically, it should be an important item that Gawain Cecil had entrusted to the Mithril Treasury for safekeeping. However, for some reason, he had no corresponding memory of it in his mind. The other four crystals were found in the Mithril Treasury's safe in the study.

But Gawain didn't know the origin of these later crystals either.

He had memories of the Mithril Treasury's safe, but regarding the items within, he only knew about the Platinum Disc—which was actually a key that could open a warehouse that should now be unknown to anyone. But the remaining crystals... he only remembered the scene of Gawain Cecil placing them into the safe, but he couldn't recall where they came from.

It was as if all memories related to these crystals had been erased.

Gawain fiddled with the crystals. They were made of the same material, but judging by their shape, the crystal from the Mithril Treasury was clearly intact. It was perfectly symmetrical, roughly shaped like a palm-sized spindle, but without sharp points. In the center of the spindle, a faint blue glow could be seen. The other four crystals taken from the safe were clearly fragments; they were the remaining parts of another spindle. Gawain tried to piece them together and found that they could only form about two-thirds of a spindle.

"What is this?" Amber had only been standing there for a few minutes before she became so bored she felt like she could fly. She couldn't help but approach Gawain, "Crystals? But they're all so dull... they don't look valuable at all."

Gawain didn't look up. "Good thing they don't look valuable, otherwise I'd silence you right now to prevent you from having any ideas about them."

Amber dramatically patted her chest, "Wow! You nobles are so cruel!"

Gawain looked at her with a bit of curiosity, "You keep talking about nobles, do you have a grudge against them?"

"No grudge, but isn't it only natural for the poor to curse the nobles?" Amber rolled her eyes. "Since there's nothing else to curse, it's definitely the nobles' fault for everything, whether it's birth, old age, sickness, death, natural disasters, or man-made calamities."

Gawain gave Amber a half-smile, "This doesn't seem like the behavior of a poor person at all. Real poor people wouldn't have the guts to do this."

Amber puffed up proudly, "That's right, ordinary poor people wouldn't be able to use Shadow Walk either~~~"

Gawain ignored the chatterbox who was full of nonsense and wouldn't tell the truth, instead waving her away to go fetch Rebecca.

"Fetch that little lord?" Amber blinked, then glanced at the crystals in front of Gawain, "Wait a minute... are these really valuable things?"

Gawain didn't understand her association. "Why do you think so?"

Amber analyzed it thoroughly, "At a time like this, with this kind of atmosphere, and considering the representative from the Mithril Treasury you mentioned earlier, this clearly looks like you're about to hand over your legacy—could it be that the eternal foundation of the Cecil Family rests on these crystals?"

Gawain broke out in a cold sweat. "If you don't go now, I'll smash you against the wall with my sword!"

Amber hissed and transformed into a shadow, gradually dissipating into the air.

Gawain slowly exhaled. The noisy half-elf had finally left, allowing him to truly quiet down and ponder the issue that made him feel vaguely uneasy—what was hidden behind his "resurrection," or rather, his "possession"?

He had initially thought it was all a coincidence, that he had simply drifted in the sky until a piece of equipment reached its lifespan limit, and after being thrown down by an escape system, he had coincidentally crawled out of someone else's ancestral grave. But now it seemed... perhaps his arrival was indeed an accident, but the resurrection of Gawain Cecil was not.

A person who was destined to have a limited lifespan and who had, in fact, died very early would not have purchased a permanent custody service from the Mithril Treasury.

Unless he had known from the very beginning that he would retrieve his belongings one day.

Of course, it was also possible that he just had too much money... but that possibility was too low to consider.

Gawain's fingers subconsciously traced patterns on the table, writing three Chinese characters: Who am I?

Gawain, from Earth, died in a plane crash in his previous life and transmigrated here. Although he hadn't figured out the principles behind it, he had first floated in the sky for tens of thousands of years, witnessing firsthand the changes in this world. Then, he possessed a human body, becoming Gawain Cecil, which had only been a little over two months.

His memories were seamless, his personality was without issue, and his thought processes were clear and correct.

So it wasn't the situation he was most worried about.

Then the problem must lie with Gawain Cecil—his resurrection... could it have been messed up by him, this unexpected guest?

Come to think of it, a person whose body remained incorruptible for seven hundred years after death was itself a point of suspicion. Perhaps that legendary powerhouse had made arrangements seven hundred years ago to resurrect himself on a future day (like when his unworthy descendants were about to ruin the family's foundation, or when those nation-destroying monsters returned and broke through the defenses, or when both troublesome events happened simultaneously). With a spirit of "dedication until death," he would continue to protect the country. But despite all his calculations, he missed one thing: a soul from a sentient satellite happened to fall down...

Thinking about it this way, it was very possible!

Gawain frowned, deducing various possibilities in his mind, but most of them could not be verified.

The only thing that could be verified was that he was still himself.

He didn't bother thinking about overly complex and meaningless questions like "changes in the subconscious are imperceptible, just as the brain cannot perceive itself thinking, and a person whose thoughts are influenced cannot realize that their thoughts have been influenced." This was because he felt that getting bogged down in philosophy now would be a complete waste of time.

As long as he confirmed that his thoughts were still free, it was enough. Because only by ensuring his thoughts were clear could he continue to accomplish what he needed to do.

Footsteps from outside the study interrupted Gawain's thoughts. He heard Amber's chattering voice outside the door, "Let me tell you, your ancestor is acting all mysterious. He met a representative from the Mithril Treasury in the middle of the night and suddenly asked to see you—I think he's ninety percent likely to be handing over his legacy... Also, the Mithril Treasury representative punched me, you need to compensate me for a work injury..."

The crackling sound of a fireball forming could be heard.

Amber's voice: "...Of course, I'm not asking you to pay me right now..."

The door opened, and Rebecca appeared at the doorway, with Amber peeking out curiously beside her.

"Ancestor, you were looking for me?"

Rebecca asked, glancing at Gawain. Although that boastful Half-elf rogue's words were mostly untrustworthy, the kind-hearted young lady of the Lord's family unconsciously observed the elder's complexion to see if he was really about to hand over his inheritance.

Gawain looked at Amber. "Guard the outside, prevent anyone from getting close. If anyone sneaks in again this time, don't talk about hazard pay, I won't even give you your salary."

Amber pouted and muttered as she walked towards the window, "As if you've ever paid me a salary..."

Gawain: "Hey, do you have to go through the window?!"

Miss Amber, with her professional demeanor, once again returned to her post through the window.

Gawain sighed, feeling he couldn't reason with such a disgrace to all things. He then turned to the desk, first putting away the few crystals whose purpose he couldn't yet understand, and then took out the Platinum Disc he had previously retrieved from the safe.

"Amber isn't entirely wrong – I do have something to entrust to you," Gawain said, quickly emphasizing, "but it's definitely not about distributing an inheritance."

Rebecca looked curiously at the Platinum Disc in Gawain's hand. "What is this?"

"A key, it can be used to open..."

Gawain had only spoken halfway when he suddenly heard Amber's shout from the roof: "Little thief! I caught you again!!"

Immediately after, there was the sound of running on the roof. The surprising thing was the absence of Amber's cry of "Ouch!" after being knocked away, which greatly surprised Gawain.

Could it be that a goose proficient in Shadow Walk had climbed onto the roof? (Just kidding)

He immediately reached for the weapon beside the desk, preparing to check the situation with Rebecca. But before he could move, he saw a mass of shadow surge from the study, and then Amber leaped out from the shadow mist, dragging a black-haired young man in black leather armor who appeared to have lost consciousness.

Gawain glanced at the person and couldn't help but sigh: Tonight... so many visitors.