Getting from the city of Greed to the city of Soro, the capital of the Duchy of Borot, required a whole day and two nights on horseback.

His Royal Highness Albert's numb mind gradually calmed down with the long turbulence.

He knew the character of Duke Borot. For the sake of the principality, it is absolutely impossible to openly admit that he is someone else's illegitimate child, and even if he were to reveal such conclusive evidence to him now, he would certainly not accept it.

Not only that, but Duke Borot might be angry and kill the man who was probably his own father as a warning to the world.

The more Albert thought about it, the more he felt that he couldn't just foolishly confide in the truth now, and even if he really wanted to say it, he had to find a suitable time.

The most important task at the moment should be to spy on General Iros, and now this task is urgent for both public and private purposes.

His Royal Highness patted his head and secretly scolded himself for being confused, casually abandoning the responsibility given by the Duke to spy on the general.

Iros doesn't know what plot is brewing right now. Brother Benedict, who may have been his own father, had only a temporary peace despite the indulgence in his hand. The general is cunning and will definitely not give up. If you are present, you can still play a role in restraining yourself.

Albert made a quick decision, turned his horse's head, and headed straight for Greed City.

By accident, His Highness unexpectedly deviated from the direction, and what appeared in front of him was not the dilapidated city walls of Grid, but an ancient monastery that had been abandoned for a long time.

Albert didn't know what he was attracted to, so he took the initiative to dismount, pushed the door and walked in.

The lobby was littered with pulpits and seats for believers, the floor covered with a thick layer of old ash, and the corners were covered with disgusting cobwebs.

If it weren't for the sunlight coming in through the stained glass windows**, the sight would be chilling.

There was a solemn and depressed atmosphere.

When Albert was about to pull back and leave, someone suddenly hit him on the back. Taken aback, he quickly drew the short sword at his waist and stabbed back sideways with agility.

But his young man's powerful hand was tightly jammed by a slightly old black-robed mysterious person, and he couldn't move at all.

The black-robed man asked, "Young man, what is the matter with this?"

"I'm just passing through. Originally, I was going to Gred City, but I didn't want to go down the wrong path, so I came here. Albert hurriedly explained.

The black-robed mysterious man let go of his hand and said lightly: "Young man, you don't know, no one has been here for more than ten years!"

"And who are you?" Albert was a little curious.

"I am a man cursed by fate, and I am responsible for guarding the secrets here. ”

Albert became more and more interested, and he hurriedly asked, "My lord, this place should have been a monastery back then, but why is it dilapidated like this now?"

The black-robed old man didn't answer, he looked at Albert carefully, and after a long stalemate, he suddenly asked, "Are you Benedict's illegitimate son?"

His Highness was shocked and speechless.

"Your father and I were old acquaintances, but now he is a confidant of the Holy See. Things are people, not everything, people's hearts are really hard to fathom!" the black robe continued.

"Who is your Excellency, and what is the secret of this dilapidated abbey?" Albert felt that the matter behind this was not simple.

"It doesn't hurt to tell you, no one has listened to me since the current Apostolic Majesty came here more than ten years ago!" The few wrinkles on the forehead of the black-robed old man were full of mysterious attraction, and Albert couldn't help but stare at it.

"The history of this monastery can be traced back to the Prophet Cyril. The man in black said slowly.

"Prophet Cyril!" Albert was surprised, "my magician from Fort Salat kept mentioning him to me, and it turned out that this was the place where he lived in seclusion in his old age!"

"Exactly. The Prophet was a perfect man, omniscient, omniscient, and omnipotent. He casts ninth-level magic effortlessly, can easily change the direction of the river, and can make the sun and the moon his servants. It was only by his own power that the religion spread. When the man in black said this, his face was very proud, and he suddenly turned his head and asked, "Are you a devout follower?"

"I am. Albert replied honestly.

The old man in black smiled with satisfaction and continued, "After the death of the prophet Cyril, this monastery became a holy place. Even when the ancient Empire of Venn was ravaged by barbarians, and even invaded by the Orlingt Empire in the east, these invaders were respectful to our monastery and did not allow idlers to burn and loot. The Emperor of Orint even came to see the statue of the Prophet himself. ”

"Emperor of Orlingte!" Albert could not imagine a pagan coming to pay his respects to a polymorphic prophet.

The old man in black nodded silently: "Hundreds of years ago, after the Tambolance Empire unified the Bodi Continent, our monastery still gained the favor and favor of the emperor. There are even market towns around the monastery for pilgrims. However, an earthquake 100 years ago not only destroyed the city of Greed, but also our monastery. The monastery building was badly damaged, and the monks were killed and wounded, and it was never able to regain its former glory. The surrounding market towns were also withdrawn, and people gradually forgot about it. Our monastery is cursed!"

Albert had the heart of a young man, and he took the initiative to grab the hand of the old man in black and hold it tightly.

The old man did not look at his face, still immersed in his own sadness: "More than ten years ago, the current Apostolic See came here with a cadre of monks from the Fort of Sarath to visit Cyril's relics, including your father Benedict. Young man, I know what is on your mind. You must be wondering if this old man in black must be crazy enough to recognize me as Benedict's child at first sight. I tell you that it is because I am cursed, that some evil has defiled my mind, and that I have been able to see the past and the present like a demon. ”

As he spoke, the old man opened his black robe slightly, and Albert saw that inside his black robe was a holy emblem of erudition, which shone brightly.

"His Holiness, who was still a monk of Fort Salat back then, was overbearing as soon as he came. Because it's like a little monastery that no one cares about. And the Salat Castle has produced several generations of popes in a row, and it is the most glorious time. He asked us to open the door to the secret passage in the crypt of the monastery. Our abbot was astonished, for there was a secret in our house that Cyril had secretly gathered men to dig many tunnels in the ground with the help of manual excavation and magic, and although no one knew what it was for, the Prophet must have had his own ideas. The prophet instructed that this underground passage must not be opened without permission, otherwise it will surely cause a monstrous disaster. It is impossible for outsiders to know this secret. Thousands of years have passed, and it has been passed down from generation to generation by the dean and the few people around him. ”

"Is there any treasure down here?" Albert thought of the graveyard in Gred City.

"There is no treasure down here, some can only be curses!" said the old man in black loudly, "Our abbot cannot stop the people from Zarat Castle, they are all magical, and they have obtained the decree of the incumbent of the Holy Throne at that time. ”

"And what happened when you opened it?"

Of all the people at Fort Salat at that time, only Brother Benedict tried to stop it, saying that since it could not be opened by the Prophet's thousand instructions, it was evident that there must be some evil in it, and even Cyril had to avoid three points. As a result of Benedict's repeated persuasions, the people of Fort Sarat and the people of our monastery were in a stalemate for seven days. During this time, Benedict and I formed a friendship. But paper could not contain the fire, and on the eighth day, the people of Fort Salat finally rushed into the secret passage of the basement while we had no spare magic, and our abbot was destroyed by the dissociation of the current Holy See in order to stop them. The crowd in the courtyard was agitated and rushed up to fight them, but the magic of the people of Fort Salat was significantly superior, and they quickly knocked us all down. I was spared thanks to Benedict's help, and he had a good relationship with the Holy See, and it was clear that those people were open to me. ”

"What the hell did you find in that secret passage?" Albert was only interested in that, though Benedict's episode was also a little appealing to him.

"There was nothing in the first passageway, but when we went deeper, the road diverged, and the people of Fort Sarath dispersed into several separate groups. That's when things happen. I don't know who set the instant death trap in the secret passage, almost everyone who forks in the tunnel has been hit, and now the Pontifical See and Benedict are not harmed because they are in command from behind. As the trap was activated, the dozen or so people in Fort Sarat's menacing atmosphere suddenly lost their voices. There was a strange cry from the depths of the secret passage. Today, the Pontifical See, who shouted bad luck, and Benedict and the two men withdrew from the monastery in a huff. ”

"What is this sound coming from?" Albert asked.

"When they're gone, we're completely ruined here. The dean's detachment technique, there are no bones left, and the other monks in the courtyard are basically dead and wounded, only I am still complete. They unanimously elected me as the new dean, and swore to guard the secrets of the prophet. If you ask what is in there, I can't answer. Cyril has great powers, and he is still so afraid of it, let alone us juniors?"

"Are you the only one left in the convent now?" said Albert, full of pity.

The man in black looked blankly ahead, and nodded: "One day I will die of old age, this secret can no longer be guarded, I only hope that the world will never forget our monastery." ”

"But why are you telling me this!" Albert was a little puzzled.

"I haven't spoken to anyone for many years since the mortally wounded monks in the monastery died and fled! I can see in your eyes purity and piety, and it was Benedict who saved me in the first place. My time is short, and I don't want to hold it anymore!" said the old man in black, coughing incessantly.

Albert felt more and more pity for the old man in black who claimed to be cursed.

At this time, the sound of horses' hooves suddenly came from outside the monastery door, and the man in black suddenly became vigilant, and he asked Albert to hide in the dark with him to observe who was coming, and the old man in black scolded in a low voice: "For so many years, no one has ever wanted to get up and come here to see, but today there are several at once, what a curse!"

Find out what happens next, and listen to the next breakdown.