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On October 16, 1307, the early morning in Calais, France, was shrouded in mist, a white horse stepped on the silence, the mouth of the white horse was full of foam after a long journey, a heavy snort spewed out a cloud of hot gas, dissipated in the mist, a knight in armor on the saddle was half-lying on the horse's back, holding a crosssword in one hand, and trying to control the reins with the other, the white robe of the armor was stained with blood, and on the back of the armor, several crossbow arrows were inserted, and the helmet had long since disappeared, and the shield hanging diagonally on the side of the saddle, The brightly colored octagonal cross signifies that he was a member of the Knights Templar.

It had been 16 years since the war of 1291, which had long ended, and the knights had established themselves as nobles after 200 years of war, but the Knights Templar, who had done great service to Europe, had come to the end of their lives.

The non-commissioned officers and priests who waited in the quiet docks waited anxiously for many days, and as early as a month ago, some bad rumors had spread across the land of Europe, and they had already smelled death in the air a few days earlier in France.

The knight saw the dock in the mist, and he pinched the horse's belly hard, and the white horse raised its hooves with all his might, and sprinted with the last strength of his life.

A non-commissioned officer stepped forward to stop the horse, and the white horse let out a wail and fell on the icy sand of the port of Calais, along with the knight on his back.

Amid the shouts of the non-commissioned officers, people poured from the boats, from makeshift tents, towards the dying knight, hoping that he would give them hope of life.

"Grand Master has been arrested!" The knight, leaning on the crook of the non-commissioned officer's arm, said angrily.

There was a suppressed exclamation, and the rumors of Black Friday seemed to be true, and on Monday, the Grand Master of the Order had ordered them to protect the treasures of 53 wagons and come to this remote port to await the next order.

"God, what the hell is going on?" With a cross drawn on his chest, what unforgivable mistake did the Knights, as messengers of God, make King Philip so disgusted that he wanted to exterminate them all?

Anxiety and fear pervaded the crowd, and these people, who had fought in the name of God in the East, had now become God's outcasts, hunted down by order of a mortal king.

"Take your stuff and leave...... To the East...... Leaving Europe...... Can't fall to the ......" The knight used his last strength to swallow his last breath before he could finish the sentence.

Three days earlier, on Friday, the 13th, King Philip had ordered the secret arrest of all the members of the Order in France, whether knights or priests, and even peasants enslaved by them, who had been waiting for the Grand Master's orders on the coast with anxiety......

There were no knights left here, and no one would have thought that these low-status non-commissioned officers and peasants would be tasked with taking away the most valuable wealth of the Order......

"Nope! We can't go to the East, we're going to cross the North Sea to Norway! The Normans there will take our revenge......" shouted one of the non-commissioned officers. After 200 years of conquest, the knights left a lot of bones in the east, and looted the last copper plate there, and the people along the way hated them to the bone, and marched to the east, which was a dead end!

The sergeant's words were echoed by many, and they were to take the treasure to the north, whether the Normans would help them or not, and that treasure alone would make life of prosperity for all!

"Nope! The Grand Master told us to take the treasure to the East, and we must go to the East! The priest cried out, holding aloft the cross on his chest, "In the name of God, you lowly slaves, do not mutiny at this time!" ”

There are no knights here anymore! The knight was tortured in a prison in France at this time, and the once noble priest needed the sword in the hand of the non-commissioned officer to protect them from persecution, but the priest who was accustomed to being high forgot that the sword could protect him and kill him, and the evil consequences of the strict hierarchy in the knights fermented at this time, and a non-commissioned officer picked up the long sword that the knight had dropped on the beach, and in the scream, several priests turned into ghosts under the sword......

"Move all the treasures to the Sea God, and we'll go to Norway!" Deterred by the bloody sword, the sailors and peasants, who were inferior to the non-commissioned officers, carried the treasure onto the largest sailing ship, the Poseidon......

"Sea monster! Sea monster! Cut the cable! "Two months later, in the middle of the night, the Poseidon had been struggling to hold up in the storm for a day, and in the twisted deck and the crunch of the mast, the boatswain was horrified to see the tentacles of the sea monster climbing on the mainmast! The stout masts were broken by the sea monster like wooden sticks, and those who had been tormented by the storm for a day grabbed axes and swords in a last-ditch effort to save their little hope of survival......

“…… God, forgive us for the sins we once committed, as if you forgave them......" The captain scribbled the last words on the logbook at the last moment, which he stuffed into the oak barrel. If possible, the journey of the Poseidon will be discovered by posterity.

The sea monster climbed aboard the Poseidon and reached into the cabin, and the captain drew his greatsword, raised it high above his head, and slashed at the tentacles that pounced on him!

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After the end of the wasteland exploration, the relationship between Wang Xingguo and Mr. Min was a little delicate, after Mr. Min paid a sum of money to Wang Xingguo and others, the two sides had actually terminated the cooperative relationship, but Wang Xingguo did not get nothing, after returning to China to rest for a period of time, under the strong mediation of the Sherpa , the relationship between him and Xia Ruobing became more and more stable, and the two sides met their parents, and today, it was the day of their engagement.

Wang Xingguo got up early and put on a suit in front of the mirror, this suit specially customized for him always felt a little awkward on him, Wang Xingguo thought about it, opened the wardrobe, and took out the military uniform he had worn.

Although he hasn't worn a military uniform for a long time, Wang Xingguo has always hoped that he can wear it on the big day of his life.

Did you eat swan meat by a toad? Wang Xingguo, who was standing in front of the mirror, looked at his figure in a daze and felt a little trance.

This set of army uniforms still fits so well on the body, Wang Xingguo is fortunate that he has been discharged from the army for so many years, and his figure remains the same, Wang Xingguo looked at himself in the mirror, and the skill table on his chest said that he had passed all the special skills assessments, and the TZ logo on the armband was the dream of many hot-blooded men.

But everything will come back to life eventually, Wang Xingguo took a deep breath, he is a person who wants to start a family, and he will no longer be the bachelor who feeds the whole family without hunger, how many people regard Xia Ruobing as the lover of their dreams, but she is in her own house, although Wang Xingguo is not sure whether Xia Ruobing will be a good wife at this time, and even whether he will be a good husband, but Wang Xingguo feels that he will protect her with his life.

"Stumbling is part of marriage." Wang Xingguo muttered to himself, and suddenly felt that the burden on his body was heavy again.

Wang Xingguo is not a person who likes to be lively, so the engagement ceremony is not complicated, Sherpa rented a suburban courtyard of a friend, and the participants were all relatives and friends, when Xia Ruobing came out of the room, Wang Xingguo, who was already mentally prepared, was still amazed by her.

Xia Ruobing put on a red cheongsam according to tradition, and looked at the man who was about to become her husband and spend the rest of her life with him with a smile.

Wang Xingguo doesn't like red tape very much, and the engagement ceremony is also simple. Next is the banquet, witnessing the two engaged relatives and friends feasting in front of the food, blessing the couple who are about to enter the marriage hall, of course, there are some kind teasing.

"What? Are you not satisfied with my brother-in-law, or are you dissatisfied with my sister? After toasting table by table, Sherpa saw that Wang Xingguo was a little sullen, and Sherpa teased in a low voice.

"Sherpa, do you think I can do it well?" Wang Xingguo asked.

"Didn't we talk about this before?" Sherpa patted him on the shoulder, and while he was talking, Wang Xingguo's mobile phone rang, Wang Xingguo took it out and saw that it was an unfamiliar number, he thought about it and took the answer button.

"Wang, you didn't even notify us on the big day, are you afraid that Grandpa Pandy will drink all your wine?" In the headphones was Pandy's familiar shouting.

"No, I thought you were too far away, and I wanted to inform you when we got married." Wang Xingguo explained.

"Don't bother, we're at the door, can we go in?" Grandpa Pandey shouted, his tone could not be refused.

"What are Tchaikov and Pandey doing here?" Sherpa thought it was strange.

"Hmm...... It might give us a beautiful story. ”

Programmed mutual blessings, relatives and friends were surprised that Wang Xingguo had two foreign friends, and Pandey's grandfather didn't recognize his life, and the stomach that was used to vodka was also very compatible with Chinese liquor, so that some people who tried to challenge his alcohol volume were all gone, and everyone happily dissipated until the evening, leaving time for the two newcomers.

From the moment Tchaikov and Pandy appeared, Wang Xingguo and Xia Ruobing felt that they were not here to congratulate themselves on their engagement.

The guests had dispersed, Tchaikov and Pandey had not yet left, and Pandey seemed to be fascinated by Chinese baijiu, and although he had no rivals, he was enjoying himself by pouring himself.

After sending off the guests, Xia Ruobing went into the room to change clothes, Wang Xingguo poured a glass of wine for Tchaikov and pushed it in front of him: "Say, what's the matter with coming to us this time?" ”

"I'm still more used to vodka!" Tchaikov took out a small wine jug from his pocket, shook it at Wang Xingguo, and said slowly: "Do you know the origin of Black Friday? ”

"I probably understand that after 200 years of war, the Knights Templar became the richest organization in Europe by annexing land, doing business, and opening banks, and many kings owed them money, and the French king did not want to pay them back, and then killed them all. It happened to be Friday. Wang Xingguo said.

"Ha, a rich knight is a good knight, and for a king who owes a lot of debt, a dead knight is the best knight!" Tchaikov laughed, "But the wonderful thing is that many treasures of the Knights Templar have disappeared inexplicably, and some people say that before Black Friday, someone sent a message to the Knights, and they hid the treasures, and many kings of Europe have been frantically searching for hundreds of years and have not found anything." ”

"Why, Tchaikov, you are so interested in treasure hunting?" Xia Ruobing came out after changing her clothes and happened to hear Tchaikov's words.