Ian remembered something, the memories that belonged to the owner of this body, the conversations and memories scattered in his mind.

He didn't think about it before, not because of the interference of memory, but because, he subconsciously thought that it was not the memory of this world, but the code of his own work.

The spirit of the Manda Kingdom is to encourage lying and seek the best gain. Whether it's magic or science, they have to make way for lies, and neither Blacktower nor Cowi City can match the power of the House of Lords, and the benefits of lying are obvious, which is what the people want.

But the code to open this door is "real".

"Look for the truth, seize it, in the future, that's the most powerful weapon. ”

Ian's mind contemplated what his father had said to him, and in this villa, in a study where no one else was, he sat across from his desk, teaching.

"It's not the same thing that is taught in school. Ian, who was only 14 years old, stood at his desk, his hands behind his back, his fingers rubbing restlessly.

"What is taught in the school is determined by the House of Lords and our family, but it does not mean that it is right. Hugh Drumman, you have to understand who you are, what I teach you is contrary to what the school teaches you, you have to think about which side is right, if you sit in my place, what will you do?"

Shudrum Ian bowed his head and did not speak, like a child being taught by his parents.

Ian III sighed.

Time back to this abandoned villa, a secret door opened under the portrait from the hall to the second floor, and there was flying dust on both sides, and it looked like no one had gone down for a long time.

The current Ian IV, or Chen Huazheng in the previous life, recalled the previous conversation between Ian III and himself, thought for a long time, and did not go down immediately.

The Ian family does have its own secrets, and they control the culture of the entire society, including people's education, and the sharing of magic, all facilitated by Ian III. But under these actions, what is his purpose, and why did he disappear into this world out of thin air, has it anything to do with what he wants to pursue?

Ian slowly grasped the inextricable memories.

The Ian family was destroyed perhaps because of a true saying.

Just like the experience of my previous life,

So why let yourself come? Do you want to carry out this mission? But if you change someone who can lie, if the secret is down there, can you keep it?

"Young Master?" Nemesis' voice came from his ears, interrupting his thoughts.

"Go down, go down. Ian lifted his foot and walked down, and when he reached the second step, he triggered the trap again. The secret door closes from behind, and there is an identical combination lock next to the door, and the password should be the same.

Everything in front of him was shrouded in darkness, but soon, the light tore through the darkness, and the blinding light stretched from the steps to the space underground. After Ian got acquainted with it, he looked up, and the ceiling was indeed the common incandescent lamps on the market, but the entire lighting system was automated, using the technology of Kewei City.

Nemesis stretched out the flower umbrella in his hand, walked in front, protected Ian behind him, and slowly walked down the steps.

There was nothing underneath the ground, just a room full of books, and a box of ash on the table in the center.

But what surprised Ian was that there was a space on the bookcase on one side of the room and a potted plant. A sapling that looks extremely tough with several new sprouts emerging from it. The soil on it was covered with ash, but miraculously, the saplings were still alive.

Ian looked around, thought for a moment, and then motioned for Nemesis to inspect the potted plant first, leaving the treasure box open at the end. He began to recall memories of this room, but it seemed that although he knew that there was such a dark room, he never came down.

Nemesis turned over the earth, and the sapling should still be alive, but there was a thick dust nearby, and there was no sign of watering. He checked the shelves again, but found no mechanism.

"Nemesis, what is that book about?" Ian was still standing in the doorway, and saw a book in the middle opposite him, which seemed to have the word "witch" on it.

"The origin of witchcraft, young master, this piece is all about witchcraft. Just now, it has something to do with the magic of the Black Tower. Nemesis pulled out a few books, felt them inside, and after making sure there were no mechanisms, threw them to Ian.

"What about that side?" Ian flipped through the book in his hand and gestured to the last shelf.

"Dragon, and Penglai Island, is the place where you can fly on a sword. Nemesis also picked up a book and said, "It's a very concise record, and there is no author." ”

"The author may be from the Ian family. Ian opened the "Origin of Witchcraft" in his hand, and there was no nonsense on it, but directly marked the distribution of the power of the witch clan, and it also recorded the time when the information was modified.

Like an encyclopedia, this small room is stuffed with information about all the forces of the Manda Kingdom.

Except, of course, for the House of Lords, the four major families.

"No mechanism found. Nemesis returned to Ian.

"Hmm. Ian gestured with his chin to the treasure box on the table, "Open it." ”

The so-called treasure box is nothing more than a wooden box with a strip of red silk wrapped around it, and a sapphire on it. The box is engraved with Ian's family crest, and the demon's long tail is the opening of the box.

Inside, two sheets of paper lay neatly on them.

It's faith.

A letter to Ian.

Ian pulled out his white gloves and actually stepped into the room. Bow your head and pick up the letter in the treasure box, which should be in your father's handwriting.

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Dear Hugh Luman,

When you read this letter, it means that you have become the only person in this country who is qualified to know the truth. I'm not sure the ritual will succeed, it's best if it does, and if it fails, the Ian family will disappear forever, and someone else will take over the secret.

Hudruman, the god of this world, is dead.

This secret was collected from the Moken family, and the reason why our family was able to achieve the position of the House of Lords was purely because of the mistakes of the Moken family. The secret passed through the hands of several people, and then to my grandfather. The people who knew about it were dead, I'm not sure how, but we can be sure they died. The secret was then embellished with multiple lies and passed on to several important people to maintain stability in the upper classes.

They didn't know about it, whether it was Charlie or Grant, we know for sure they didn't, but they were still suspicious.

Lies and skepticism are the shackles that cannot be escaped in this society, and in the final analysis, it is because of the panic system. As long as the panic system remains, this society will always be trapped in this strange circle, unable to develop, and will not pursue the truth.

This system comes from the "gods" of this world.

Let's call him that, because it's really a conscious individual, and you have to believe that. He made the rules of panic, but he can't cancel them now. I've always wanted to find loopholes in the rules and defeat the Ritual of Panic.

Yes, you should have thought of it as well, we can create another god. This may be the only way, with a new God, perhaps it can do away with the rules of panic and shine the light of truth on the land of Manda. If you read this letter, I believe that your panic has begun.

I've made a lot of preparations to keep this absurd panic from being crushed, and you should have a little time to do it. But you remember one thing, God is dead, so you are telling a lie, don't get it wrong, you can only win if everyone thinks you are telling the truth.

I'm sorry to leave you at this point, my child, but the situation doesn't allow me to delay any longer, and now is the most opportune time. I admit that I have been harsh with you in the past, but you have to be confident, the Ian family was the most lying family in the Lords in the past, and so will be in the future.

Win this panic.

—Chumore Ian

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"Young Master. Nemesis didn't see the words on the paper, he stood across from Ian.

"You let me slow down, let me slow down. Ian put the letter away, feeling a little deprived of oxygen to his brain.

What kind of is this.

"God" is dead, so who is the one who summoned himself? Who is the one who let himself participate in the rebellion?

Who's lying? Is it the father, or is it the mysterious man?

Damn, there must be someone who is lying, setting up a bureau to pit labor.

Hum.

Ian sat on the floor in deep thought, taking a deep breath of dust would only deepen his irritability, it would be better to take this secret out and think about it in the long run.

"Nemesis, put ......"

Before he could finish speaking, a soft sound suddenly popped up in the quiet room. Ian's hairs stood on end, but before he could turn around, darkness enveloped the room.

The lights were turned off.

Nemesis stopped in front of Ian like a gust of wind, and the umbrella was raised.

But Ian didn't hear any footsteps, in fact, neither of them heard anything else before the soft sound.

Haunted.

Da, da.

In the next second, the sound of someone coming down the stairs was heard, and the footsteps were unhurried, like going to check on a beast caught in a trap.

Ian could only feel someone, and besides, there was more than one rhythm to listen to.

"Nemesis, can you win? I want you to do your best. ”

"Young master, I can only do my best. I don't feel where they are right now, don't leave me. ”

Before the words fell, Nemesis's body seemed to emit a purple light, and with all his strength, he overflowed with amazing energy, and the heavy "Origin of Witchcraft" at his feet was lifted, and the dust around him was pulled by a strange force, forming a substantial wall, blocking the two of them.

In the next second, he turned around sharply, and the flower umbrella erupted with tremendous power in the narrow room, pointing directly at the killing machine hidden in the darkness.

Now, Ian saw the presence of the enemy.

Two pairs of eyes had come to the top of his head three inches, and the scimitar in his hand was pointed directly at Ian's throat.