Chapter 655: Finding a Cemetery

After entering Beilin City, Weilin had completely free time.

The defense of Beilin City is in the charge of the garrison general Hosorn, the large mines are in the charge of the various noble armies of the First Legion, and as for the rural order, it is also managed by the Ansa people who have changed their beliefs.

As a result, after the 15th Army entered Beilin County, it did nothing but training.

In the demiplane, Weilin was very happy as he looked at the tree of life that had already sprouted new buds.

Three years ago, after receiving the seeds of the Tree of Life from Grand Duke Halifax, Verin planted them in the center of the demiplane.

Three young saplings swayed gently in the breeze. Weilin squatted down and fiddled with the saplings of the Tree of Life with his hands. He felt the happy emotions coming from them and was in a very good mood.

"Sha~"

Looking up at the sky, Xing was flying freely in the sky with his offspring.

Two years ago, Weilin moved the griffins, wind wolves, rock lizards in Star-Moon Castle, and the silver wolf tribe in West Wind County to the demiplane, designated areas for them, and let them hunt on their own.

A breeze blew by, and Weilin lay on the grass, feeling more relaxed than ever before.

After an unknown amount of time, the sky in the demiplane gradually darkened.

Weilin opened his eyes, stood up from the ground, looked at Xing who was lying beside him, and reached out to touch the white hair on his head.

Xing opened his eyes, watched his master's movements, then quickly closed his eyes and continued to rest.

"The Snow Wind Tribe already has eighty-six griffins, but the day when I establish the Snow Wind Griffin Knights is still a long way off. You must work hard for me!"

Xing glanced at his shameless master and turned his head away in protest.

"Take good care of the Tree of Life. I'm leaving now. I'll bring you some goodies in a few days."

Looking at his master who was about to leave, Xing turned his head back, rubbed Weilin's left hand gently with his head, and called "Shashasha" a few times.

"Don't worry, I won't forget it."

After finishing speaking, Weilin opened the half-plane channel and returned to the Beilin City Manor.

Feeling the energy fluctuations, Kyle opened his eyes and looked at his master with a somewhat resentful expression.

"Haha, I took a nap after entering the demiplane and forgot the time. I asked you to be careful."

"My Lord, two days have passed."

"Has it been so long?"

He thought he had just taken a quick nap, but he didn't expect so much time had passed.

Seeing the puzzled look on his master's face, Kyle took out a map, spread it out on the seat, and said, "Master, there is news about the ancient tomb you ordered to be investigated. According to the comparison of information from various sources, the remains of Terry Ansiel, the disciple of Silas Ansiel, who invented the musket, should be buried in these places."

On the Beilin County regional map, there are three points marked with red circles, which should be the location of Terry Ansail's grave.

For unknown reasons, there are very few records about Silas Ansel in the Kingdom of Ansa, almost nothing, as if they were deliberately erased.

"Let Hebrew lead the Ice Bear Knights to search these three places and bring back the things that were buried with Terry Ansel."

"Yes, my lord."

Kyle bowed and saluted, preparing to turn and leave.

Seeing this, Weilin added, "After finding out Terry Ansel's purpose, try not to damage his body."

"Yes."

……

In the military camp, after receiving the order from his master, Hebrew immediately called his capable subordinate Sidon to summon the Ice Bear Knights.

Half an hour later, the Hebrews put on their armor and arrived at the parade ground. Eight hundred knights were ready to go.

Compared to five years ago, the overall strength of the Ice Bear Knights has been improved, with thirty-nine high-level silver knights, ninety-one mid-level silver knights, three hundred and ninety-three low-level silver knights and two hundred and seventy-seven high-level bronze knights.

He climbed onto his horse, turned his horse's head, and shouted, "Let's go."

A silver torrent flowed along the road towards a small town in the west.

In less than two hours, we traveled 130 kilometers and arrived at a small town on the coast.

Arriving at the edge of the cliff, Hebrew opened the map, observed the direction, determined the destination, and gave an order: "Sidon, you lead the first squadron to search the beach below. Mark all the cemeteries first and do not destroy them without permission. Wait for me to deal with them."

Sidon pounded his chest and saluted, saying in a loud voice: "Yes, Captain."

Then he turned around and made a gesture to the one hundred knights behind him. The one hundred knights dismounted from their horses and jumped off the cliff one after another in unison.

The sound of a heavy object falling to the ground echoed under the cliff. Many knights patted the sand off their bodies, lined up in front of Sidon, and waited for instructions.

A height of only sixty meters was just a moderate intensity physical impact training for them.

"Three people form a small team. Search carefully and remember not to damage the cemetery."

"Yes, Captain."

"spread."

After seeing everyone start searching, Sidon took off his armor, laid out his equipment, jumped into the sea, and searched the seabed.

Seeing this, some knights followed suit and went into the sea to search.

The others were also preparing to take action when they saw the deputy captain of the first squadron stop them, saying, "Use this as the boundary, and the rest of you search along the shore."

Seeing this, everyone had no choice but to obey orders and missed the opportunity to play in the water.

Entering the sea, Sidon picked up a stone from the shore and walked towards the deep sea.

He walked forward several hundred meters, put a layer of fighting spirit in front of his eyes, and carefully observed the conditions on the seabed.

When he reached a place one hundred meters to the left, Sidun threw away the stone in his arms, grabbed a slate and wiped off the stains on it. There were unknown words written on it. He didn't know what they meant. He first noted the direction in his mind and then searched in other directions.

On the cliff, Hebrew looked out to sea in the distance and watched the fishermen fishing in the distance. There was a look of contemplation in his eyes, and no one knew what he was thinking about.

Two hours later, Sidon climbed up from the bottom of the cliff in a single layer of clothing with his bare hands. He stood in front of Hebrew, handed him a piece of parchment with both hands, and reported loudly: "Captain, thirteen tombs have been found below, and the inscriptions have been copied. Please check."

Taking the parchment from Sidon, Hebrew took out the Terry Ansel written in Nangeshia for comparison.

"Here, here, and here, where are these three tombstones?" Hebrew pointed to the words on the parchment and asked Sidon.

Sidon came closer, looked carefully, and answered: "Captain, these cemeteries are all in the sea."

“Let someone dig out these three graves completely and don’t damage the items inside.”

"Yes."

After saying this, Sidon jumped off the cliff and began to gather his troops, preparing to dig a grave under the sea.