The year 12 B.C., like any other non-existent year, was seen by many as an uneventful year, and the ancient Satin dynasty, which was only twelve years old, did not leave much trace of Sainz.

Most of those who know are historians, or knowledgeable scholars, but unfortunately since the fall of the god of history, the status of historians has plummeted, and now the Church of the Gods is the recorder and authority of history.

The remarks and opinions of the so-called historians can only be called wild history, or even more ugly, nonsense that cannot be put on the stage.

If it weren't for the news that the Order and the Temple of Knights and the Golden Empire had jointly wanted Jacob the Blasphemer and the Mad Juana to obtain the treasure in April of this year, the pirate alliance would have poured out, and many people might not know that there was once an ancient Sadinian dynasty in the world.

However, it was this easily overlooked year, which carried the grievances of Urban I and the Holy Land, and set off countless waves later.

Twelve years later, the epic knight Albert challenged Urban I to create the Golden Empire of Saraphos.

In the same year, the god of order and knights ascended to the powerful divine power and officially became the leader of the human gods.

Talos guessed that the last meeting of the Third Order was most likely related to Urban I, after all, as far as he knew, Urban I had been surrounded by both the Church of the Gods and the Illuminati after the establishment of the Ancient Sadinian Dynasty, and one more Council of the Nine Rings representing the power of the mages was not enough to surprise him more.

What really made Talos curious was what was the purpose of this third-order meeting, maybe Chief Sandshan knew something?

Young Naga focuses her curious gaze on Sephiroth, but the result is very disappointing.

"I'm just an epic knight, and Imoriel is a desert druid—" the six-armed Naga made an apologetic gesture, "though I don't think Sandra would mind revealing a little bit of a side matter to you after the meeting." ”

Talos scratched his head in embarrassment, the warm and kind attitude of the Sand Mountain Chief directly led him to forget the fact that the Desert Naga believed in the dragons of the earth, they had faith, and they did not get along with the proud mage.

For the Naga of the Desert, who worship the dragons of the earth, spells are a gift from the six primordial gods, and Druids and Naga witches of other schools often share the same opinion.

In the eyes of the mages, spells are spells, a systematic knowledge and skill that can be understood, analyzed, deciphered, learned, and inherited.

- On more than one occasion, Talos believed that the current Council of the Nine Rings or other mages could no longer crack the gods, not only because those gods were derived from the realm of the priesthood, but also because the gods had learned the lessons of the six primordial gods and encrypted them in a way that mortals could not understand.

In the first place, Talos shouldn't have asked that question, and under normal circumstances, Sand Mountain didn't care about the affairs of the Nine Rings Council.

Fortunately, Chief Sand Hill didn't mind such a trivial matter, and comforted Talos a few words, which made him a little flattered.

In the next few days, the four-armed Naga put aside his worries for a while, and wandered around the sand mountains with Mural and Dolores, impressing him with the undulating sand dunes, magnificent sunsets, and golden afterglow.

Everything was very good - Dorores invited Talos to the Snowy Mountain Temple in December of the following year, when it was the Antarctic Polar Night, and the brilliant aurora could be seen - until the night before he left for the Eastern Freeport, a person suddenly appeared in his room that was not supposed to appear.

Horn, an astrologer.

Talos's first instinct was not to wonder why Horn, who had been hiding in the cave for years, was here, but to be furious.

Only God knows how hard it took him to resist not showing any expressions related to disgust and disgust on his face, and the room that was originally clean and tidy and covered with a thick sand mountain style carpet was already full of slippery little monsters that had just crawled out of Horn's body, leaving silver and white slime everywhere, which almost made all the scales on his tail explode and stand up.

With the strong will of a high-ranking bloodline knight and the good qualities of the second in line of the Nepton family for many years, Talos forced himself to ignore the reptiles and greeted him without changing his face: "Good night, Your Excellency. ”

In order not to irritate Horn's self-esteem and psyche damaged by the curse of the reptilian god, Talos had to pretend not to know Horn's surname, Frank, and replace "Master Frank" with a simple "Excellency".

Horn scanned Talos with his cat-like eyes, and finally said before Talos flicked his tail in extreme discomfort, "Can you tell me about your adventure, about the Frost Crown?"

Talos didn't think he had room to refuse, and besides, there was no need for him to hide anything.

"Of course, my pleasure. ”

Like every professional who returns empty-handed on an adventure, Talos recounts what happened on Mosanhoek Island in a tone of regret.

When it came to learning that the icy and snowy land they had inexplicably entered was the Frost Crown at the prompting of Archbishop Galen of the Temple of Order and Knights, Talos was just right to show a little chagrin.

"That said, the Frost Crown is most likely to fall on the Second Prince of the Illuminati or the Golden Empire. Horn summed up in a flat tone.

"At least that's what I thought. Talos shrugged in frustration, "But the Archbishop of the Temple of Order and Knights doesn't think so, and he tries to search the Spatial Ring for everyone present. ”

"Huh-" Horn let out a disdainful laugh, but a little weird, as a little lizard-like and tadpole-like monster crawled out of his mouth in the process, "It sounds like he didn't make it in the end." ”

"Of course. Talos held back his nausea, he didn't know how long he could last, "For some reason, the next part of the story involves the gods of order and knights, and it's not convenient for me to describe ......"

Talos tactfully expressed his difficulty, and Dolores had just told him at the dinner today: "Don't publicize it until the Temple of Order and Knights takes the initiative to reveal the identity of Maeve Divine Dependent, remember, Tár." ”

"You're referring to Maeve showing the sigil of divine power to prove that she's the god of order and knights?"

"You know—"

Horn had no idea of continuing on the subject, and took out a magic scroll from the Spatial Ring and tossed it to Talos, "It's your pay, Mr. Nepton Jr., I like fair trade." ”

Afterwards, Talos spent a full minute pondering whether it would be offensive to summon a servant to clean the room immediately after the astrologer left, and finally decided to sleep at the central lake of the Table.