"Is this where the Templar Church is located here? It looks old. ”

Looking up at the old wooden church at the top of the hill, Andrea let out an exclamation.

From her current location, she can clearly see the wooden church in the mountains, bathed in sunlight, and even if it has not passed, the heavy sense of history is still permeated in the mountains where there are no roads built.

"The stave church is actually the third, the oldest part of it that has been rebuilt many times is almost a thousand years old, and the youngest is from the 18th century. But the main structure of this stave church has not changed much. Because it was a symbol of the Vikings' abandonment of Norse mythology and their turn to Catholicism, they made extensive use of animal shapes and templar techniques known locally as the Urnes. ”

Like his mother, Lynn, who was looking up at the old church, suddenly spoke.

"Father, Mother, if we can, can we go from the north?"

Lynn's reference to the north side is the old door of the old church, which is not open to visitors, unlike the elaborate iron gate that has been reinstalled to face the west, and which has now become a side door.

But Lynn: They are not tourists, it should be said, not ordinary tourists.

As he spoke, the group of three had already arrived at the north gate, and at this time, Lynn's father, a young man named Di, suddenly looked at the relief on it with great interest and said, "This is the lion and the snake?" The lion symbolizes light, and the serpent is the seductive serpent of the Bible, right? ”

Looking at the sight carved into the entrance, the snake winding upwards around the four-legged beast, Di made this judgment. After all, after knowing that this was the subordinate territory of the Templar Church, Di's speculation naturally fell back to this side.

"That's right."

Suddenly, a voice came, Di and Lynn's eyes became vigilant at the same time, they turned around together, only to find that it was a kind priest, wearing a white priest's outfit, but quite a bit of a god's stick.

"This gentleman is not wrong at all, that's it, those cumbersome lines are the symbol of the [snake], in a sense, it still represents the Dead Apostle opposite [man], and the four-legged beast is the [Heroic Spirit] that represents the apex of the human spirit. The serpent wraps around the four-legged beast, symbolizing something that happened here about the Dead Apostles and the Heroic Spirits. ”

Hearing the familiar words, Lynn, who was silent, suddenly spoke.

"Heroic Spirit? Is it a complete Heroic Spirit who descends from the throne? If that's the case, then what is the opposite of the Dead Apostles? Without the strength of the twenty-seven ancestors, it is impossible for the heroic spirit to come out. ”

"I don't know which one." The old priest let out a wry smile and lifted the tome in his hand to turn a few pages.

"However, according to the records, it is believed that the Dead Apostles were created by the True Ancestor, who can trace the history of the Ancestor upwards. But in the face of the Heroic Spirits, and the agents of the Templar Church, they were forced into the lake and destroyed. ”

"Heroic Spirit? It's a weird bunch of good people. ”

Remembering the heroic spirits who had seen the names of Ji in Romania, Andrea said with a smile.

For her, who doesn't know much about mysteries, the power and exploits of the Heroic Spirits never matter, as long as they are all good guys. This is the pure quality she has always maintained, like a fairy tale girl, so that she has not changed much when her sons are already 10 years old.

Di twitched the corners of his mouth, and finally decided to go back and talk to his lover about the Heroic Spirit, so that she didn't say anything natural.

Compared to his parents, Lynn still values the Dead Apostle more. Xiao Bu ran to the old priest's side, raised his head and stared at him with inorganic eyes, until the smile on the old priest's face could not be swallowed, and then he slowly spoke: "The Dead Apostle directly created by the True Ancestor? That is, it is the same age as the twenty-seven ancestors, considering that the Millennium City was slaughtered by the White Princess, and the time when the true ancestors died out, was it created 1600 years ago? Perhaps considering the possibility of resurrection after death, or direct rebirth, as in the case of the first undead, and the centuries that this relief was made"

Mentally using 0.25 seconds to convert time, Lynn lowered his head.

"Is that the crusade that took place 500 years ago? If the Dead Apostle is still 'alive' or resurrected from the Immortal, the new age should be 500 years old. ”

"Haha, how can it be resurrected, that's the agent of the church headquarters, and there is also the cooperation of the heroic spirit. Although it is true that there are still Dead Apostles in Norway, it certainly has nothing to do with that legend. Touching Lynn's head, knowing that, it was only then that the strange priest began to introduce himself.

"My name is Jared and I am a member of the Templar Church in Sogn-Fyulane, Norway."

Di glanced at his wife and son, stepped forward and stretched out his right hand.

"Hello, my name is Di. Helsin. Yug Domirenia (Lynn's father is in the Helsing's family, so it is not a Chinese surname There will be no (9) Think Lynn's surname is Lin, right?) This is my wife Andrea. Helsin. Yug Domirenia, and our dear son."

"My name is Lynn. Helsin. Yogdomirenia, the incense on your body is too heavy. ”

Maybe it's a remote place, even if it's a historic church, the Templar Church doesn't pay much attention to it, and now it seems that there shouldn't be many priests and nuns inside, otherwise it wouldn't be enough for this old priest Jared to deal with the daily incense The traces of incense on the cuffs of his white priest's suit are quite obvious, closer, and you can even smell the smell of incense on the old priest's body.

"Haha, that's dealing with the Lord's sacrifice, how can you let those hairy boys get started?"

The old priest smiled, stretched out his hand to the church, and spoke.

"Come, visitors to the Magic Society, let me show you the combination of Viking art and Templar art, the Urnes Stave Church dedicated to the Lord."

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"Snort~"

The sound of a gas leak came from the side, maybe it was some kind of medical equipment.

"Hum~"

The roar of chainsaws echoed throughout the emergency room, but there was not the slightest trace of blood under the shadowless lamp.

"Squeak~"

The magic lamp above made a strange sound, swaying with a long breath.

"Well, don't you have a good doctor yet? I couldn't open my eyes anymore. ”

As the person being treated by this operation, Sylvia said that her eyes were almost unable to open, and she could use magic to fix her eyelids so that they would not close up and down, but now she felt that her magic was beginning to resist her, and her eyelids were constantly trembling, as if they were about to close.

"Don't be anxious, ma'am, and know that 'doing the right thing is more important than doing the right thing.'" , and now that you're spreading your eyelids open for me to examine your rampage of the MONOCULUS is the only right thing to do right now, so please don't mess around. ”

A lazy and slippery male voice, dragging a long tone, came from the mouth of the white-blond-haired young doctor in front of the girl.

This is St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, a hospital in London where magicians and aliens gather. The girl who was out of control in the MONOCULUS riot was found from an airport, and the girl who subconsciously used magic because of a trance made everyone who saw her forget about her, and then she followed the phantom 7 years ago alone, and came to the airport in a blur. It can only be said that the girl is lucky, as one of the passages to the outside world, there are always magicians stationed at the airport, and when the magician on duty saw the girl rush into the airport like a ghost, and stopped under the wheels of a plane that was about to take off, but almost scared the intestines out.

As a result, Sylvia, as an important historian of the Clock Tower, was quickly pushed by the frightened monarchs to the medical sanctuary St. Mungo's Hospital for Magical Injuries and Injuries, where they found the best doctor they could find temporarily, the white-haired young man Draco Malfoy in front of the maiden.

Thus, the girl became a guinea pig on the medical table of the test bench, and the story of her sleepwalking (the story of the female magician breaking into the airport had spread throughout the clock tower, and the explanation to the outside world was an accidental sleepwalking) would soon spread throughout the world because of the Daily Prophet - it must be said that this was an extremely tragic fact for the girl.

Sylvia: "QAQ, we don't want to do this." ”

"Alright, it's almost checked."

After another half a minute, the white-haired young man spoke, and the girl quickly closed her eyes, and now her eyelids were not trembling but congested.

"Probably the reason is that due to the three backlashes of the magic power, and the spontaneous cessation of the operation of the magic eye, the residual magic power in the magic circuit like the simulated nerve is automatically activated, creating an internal cycle similar to a perpetual motion machine, constantly converting the essence from your body into magic power, and then activating the magic eye - fortunately, you only have one eye like this, and the other eye is normal, so in about a few days, your body will automatically detect the disharmony and harmonize it, that is, dissolve the rampage."

The young doctor took a cloth and wiped his hands, put down a magnifying glass-like medical device in his hand, which constantly glowed strangely, and spoke to Sylvia, whose eyes were still closed.

"But although you can get in touch naturally in a few days, I still advise you to eat more recently, your rampant magic eye is constantly extracting your essence, so you will feel weak and even anemic recently. It doesn't take much, as long as you usually take three times the nutrients, although I don't know what the effect of your magic eye is, but it must be very advanced, after all, it consumes so much mana. ”

"Thank you"

Whispering a thank-you, Sylvia groped her feet and felt her glasses beside her (MONOCULUS), ready to put them on.

"If I were you."

Draco Malfoy lit a cigar, unafraid that this was the emergency room.

"Don't bring this with you, at least not lately."

"Oh good"

"Besides," he glanced at the girl, who was still shutting her eyes closed, and Draco Malfoy picked up the case that had been placed aside, looking at the name on it with a somewhat surprised face.

"Sylvia Bjonsen, I feel like I've heard that name there. BionsenBionsenBionsenBionsen: By the way, are you a family from Norway? ”

It has been an upper-class faction in Britain since ancient times, but for some reason it began to decline (the factional dispute before 1998, about supporting Voldemort Tom. Reelde's war), but Malfoy was still a 'noble-born' magician, and he knew more about certain foreign families than the average magician.

"Observer of the history of the Norwegian county of Sogn-Füurranne, a carrier of the legacy, an eternal ally of the Clock Tower, and a family of Bjonsen responsible for cataloguing the true history."

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PS: It's after the wee hours of the morning (looking at the sky), there are so many things lately, there are two meetings just today, and there are a bunch of plans to write QAQ, if there is no update one day, it must be that we are asleep in front of the computer QAQ

PS2: So, let's ask for a few tickets...... Although we haven't looked at our own recommendation votes for thousands of years, it's still excellent to have a few