The guard looked incredulously at everything.
His hands and feet trembled, and cold sweat slowly trickled from his neck.
In those poems, from the mouths of minstrels, in every boisterous tavern, the name of Baird shone like a resplendent sun, captivating all who beheld it.
However, here in this deserted courtyard,
the hero Baird was actually talking to himself in front of two mummies!
Yet Baird's expression was normal, seemingly oblivious to the fact that they were mummies, laughing and talking as he recounted the journey and the hardships he had faced.
"What is going on here?"
The guard was extremely horrified, unable to believe the scene before his eyes.
He wished it were just an illusion.
But everything was so real, without the slightest trace of illusionary magic.
"Well, I have to go in now, I have found the gemstone that can awaken her."
Baird spoke softly. In his eyes, the old man gave a slight smile, looked at him with relief, and blessed him.
