Viscount Elrios landed in the tunnel, surrounded by his most trusted men, and he was absolutely sure that there were no spies from Marquis Sayer or anyone else, and he was a little relieved.

"Report the situation everywhere." Viscount Elrios said as he walked forward.

"The Marquis's carriage that set off before was really fake, and the real Marquis just set off, and he seemed to think that there was no longer any threat in Cologneburg, and that we had put the battlefield outside the city." "Most of the noble knights with titles have followed the marquis to the barracks outside the city, and there are very few who remain in the city. ”

Viscount Elrios smiled, nodded and said, "Finally deceived this old fox - what about the deployment on our side?" Don't make any more mistakes in this area! ”

"The National Knights have begun to send out sentries, and the nobles who are willing to stand on our side have also begun to go to the camp of the National Knights, and everything is going according to plan."

"Hmm...... What about that side? How's it going? "Probably the relationship is too important, even in the absolutely safe tunnel, Viscount Elrios does not dare to say his name directly.

"Only daily monitoring, nothing abnormal!"

"Ordinary knights?"

"Yes."

"Good!" Viscount Erios couldn't help but laugh, "Don't keep the guests waiting, let's speed up!" ”

The group quickly passed through the tunnels, and then emerged from a hidden location, which was still the upper town, but was already under the jurisdiction of the church. Not far away was a somewhat dilapidated monastery inhabited by ascetics, and although Elrios did not know what sect they were, he knew what they were guarding.

Outside the monastery, Viscount Elrios motioned for his men to stay outside, and only he pushed the door open and entered.

The smell of corruption in the monastery almost smoked him, and he could only cover his nose and go inside. In the hall, several ascetics were sitting on rags spread on the floor, motionless, and even when Elrios came in, they were not allowed to move, almost making people think that they were several corpses.

Viscount Elrios didn't pay much attention to the monks, in fact, he was attracted by a statue facing the gate as he entered.

It was a statue of a woman, with a beautiful countenance, but with a very sad look, her eyes lowered, and her outstretched hands holding a tattered sword.

At the sight of the sword, Erios was almost overjoyed, and was about to step forward, but was stopped by a voice.

"That's carving." An ascetic stood up and looked at him with a blank expression.

Elrios restrained his emotions and bowed slightly.

"In keeping with my previous agreement, I have come to take the relics that Lady Angeline Balzac has deposited here."

Hearing his words, all the monks seemed to come to life, opened their dark eyes, and stared at him for a moment, which made Viscount Elrios feel a little creepy.

But at this point, there was no room to retreat, and he endured the uneasiness in his heart without showing any wavering expression.

"The Balzac family is long gone, and there are no so-called holy relics stored here, you probably ...... It's in the wrong place. The first ascetic still said in the voice of the ancient well.

"That's my great-grandmother, who changed her surname to Elrios after marrying my great-grandfather," Viscount Elrios hurriedly took an item from his bosom, took two steps, and handed it to the ascetic, "I hope the Guardians will keep their ancient vows and return them to the descendants of Lady Angeline Balzac!" ”

The ascetic reached out and took the object from Viscount Elrios's hand, it was a threaded arrow with a strange metallic texture, the shaft of which was long gone, with a hole in the bottom, and then tied up with a chain like a necklace. On the arrow, a line of small inscriptions is clearly visible, and after a hundred years it still has not been worn out excessively.

It reads-

"Guardians of the House of Balzac"

"The Last Guardian of the Wasteland"

"Please keep the blood oath"

"Hand the Sword of the Covenant to the Family Bloodline"

The ascetic was silent, stroking the words engraved on the metal over and over again, and a ripple gradually appeared in his eyes like a backwater swamp.

"I thought that the blood of the Balzac family would never again have the courage to hold a sword."

"If the bloodline has never been broken, we will never give up this sword!"

"You must know that Lady Angelina would prefer that the bloodline be passed on, and the Balzac family has already paid too much for this covenant." The ascetic admonished for the last time.

Viscount Elrios gazed at the statue—his great-grandmother—at her sad countenance, and seemed to understand her state of mind a hundred years ago.

After a long time, he spoke, not in a high-sounding manner, but so bluntly that the ascetic was a little stunned.

"I need it, many people have gathered around me, they need me to pick it up, and many more, who are also waiting for the Covenant to come again. Whether it is me or anyone who expects anything from me, I may not care how sacred the covenant is, but for us, the covenant will give us enough benefits, and we will do our best to maintain the covenant for the sake of its perpetuation.

So, I need it, I want to use it to open my own way, to open up a new life belonging to the Balzac family! ”

Viscount Elrios' eyes shone with a burning light, a look of ambition and a look ready to take on all the responsibilities that came with it.

The ascetic stared into his eyes for a long time, and suddenly, a smile appeared on his face like bitter bark, which looked extremely terrifying, but it reassured Viscount Elrios.

"You need to be stronger than you think you can match this ambition that is far beyond what you think." The ascetic said, handing the arrow back to Viscount Elrios.

"Now, give your blood to Lady Angelina and prove that you are her blood!"

Viscount Elrios took the arrow, exhaled, took a few steps forward, and stood in front of the statue. He held the arrow in his hand, the thread was deeply embedded in his hand, cutting his palm, and then he hung his hand over the stone carving of the long sword that the statue held in his hand, and a drop of blood fell from the tip of the arrow, dripping onto the scabbard of the stone carving, then another drop, and then more and more.

Finally, a slight "click" sounded, and the surface of the stone sculpture finally shattered and fell to the ground, revealing a long sword that was one size smaller than the stone carving. The hilt and scabbard are quaint, but they contain an inexplicable divine power, and this power has been reawakened by the blood of the Balzac family.

Viscount Elrios reached out and picked up the sword, then slowly pulled out the blade, and invisible power surged out of the scabbard, making him can't help but close his eyes.

Inside and outside the small monastery, whether it was an ascetic or a requirement, everyone bowed to the long sword.