"Great-grandfather, something happened!"

In a remote alley in Marven Town, a middle-aged man said anxiously in front of a two-way mirror.

What is shown in the mirror is a strong old man with white hair and beard, like a majestic and mighty white-haired lion.

His name is Marcile Cromwell, a well-known Protector Sword Saint in the Golden Empire of Sarafus, a fifth-order professional.

Hearing the noise, Marciel slowly raised his eyelids and said, "What's the matter, is it that Talos died too miserably or you can't help but plan to secretly read the parchment?"

"No, neither. The middle-aged man plucked up his courage, "and the parchment was lost." ”

Although there was a magic prop in the distance, at that moment, the middle-aged man could still feel his great-grandfather's sharp gaze piercing his body, and because of this, he almost buried his head in his chest.

"What the hell is going on?" the Protector Sword Saint was shocked and angry, "Say!"

"Yes. ”

The middle-aged man carefully recounted what had just happened, including how he accidentally found the priestess out to dispose of the corpse of a master assassin, how he shoved the parchment in the envelope into the crack of the door as planned, and how he caught the idea of his target, Talos, and how he secretly watched Talos open the envelope and read the story on the parchment.

Everything went very smoothly, and they acted exactly according to the instructions of the Protector Sword Saint before departure, only the result was different from what they had imagined in advance.

The middle-aged man was stunned, because his beloved great-grandfather had promised Naga that Naga would die miserably if he found a way to show Talos what was on the parchment, but Talos was still unharmed.

Not only that, but the parchment, which his great-grandfather regarded as a treasure, also fell into the hands of the enemy Talos, and his mission failed, completely.

The middle-aged man ran out of ideas, and hurriedly hid temporarily to contact the Protector Sword Saint.

At the other end of the two-way mirror, the Sword Saint of the Protector closed his eyes and thought seriously, and the middle-aged man waited quietly, not daring to speak.

After a few seconds, Marcile opened his eyes and commanded in an extremely serious tone, "Listen, the matter about the parchment cannot be revealed to a third person, and although the mission has failed, I hope you will continue to remember this." ”

"Rest assured, great-grandfather, I have always taken your teachings to heart, and I am very careful, and no one knows that I have come to Marven Town with parchment. ”

"I know, you're doing a great job. The Protector Sword Saint nodded, "Now, end the conversation and crush the two-way mirror in your hand, remember, it is to crush it, so as not to leak the news." I will arrange for follow-up personnel, including your father, to support you in Marven Town as soon as possible. ”

"But......" The majestic gaze blocked back the middle-aged man's words, "Yes." ”

The Sword Saint of the Protector quietly looked at the two-way mirror in his hand, one second, two seconds, three seconds......

Ten seconds later, he tried to activate the two-way mirror, but without success, apparently, the other side that was paired with it was damaged.

The middle-aged man carried out his last order very faithfully, so now he is probably dead.

Once the two-way mirror in his hand is crushed, it will activate a magic attached to it, the fourth-order spell of the Qi Elemental faction, the Atmospheric Cut.

If he has a heart or not, he will surely die.

Even better, there is no physical evidence.

"The Cromwells had only one member who had tragically died in the hunt for Tarlos, a member of the Illuminati, and never had any parchment. ”

For a moment, a feeling of regret briefly dominated the mind of the Sword Protector, but it was quickly replaced.

Marcel sat down in his chair and pondered, "Why, is it that Talos didn't get hurt after reading the parchment? ”

There is no doubt that the parchment is strange and dangerous, so it has always been kept by the Guardian Juggernaut in a special spatial ring, and if it were not for Emperor Blaise II's promise that "whoever can kill Talos will establish a duchy next year", Marcel would not have thought of using this mysterious weapon.

He, Marcile Cromwell, a kendo saint and a fifth-order professional, still failed to resist the temptation of power and fame after all, and was driven by the emperor.

"Could it be that the light has a way of harnessing parchment?"

"No, it's unlikely, the parchment came from the Temple of History, and it should be the creation of the god of history. ”

It was the seventh year of the Golden Empire, and the third-order Marcier was still the captain of the Royal Praetorian Guard of Sarafus, commanding 300 Praetorian Guards.

Even now, Marcil remembers that operation very well, the joint operation of the Golden Empire and the Order and the Temple of Knights, to attack the Grand Punic Temple, the headquarters of the Historical Temple.

Pope Arnold III of the Temple of History, Toynbee the Historian, Pope Joseph I of the Temple of Order and Knighthood, Davy the Epic Knight, Albert I of the Golden Empire......

A total of eight fifth-order professionals were involved in that operation, not counting the other fifth-order professionals who had rushed over from all over to watch from the sidelines when they heard the news.

The battle lasted two days and two nights, and in the end, the three fifth-order members of the Historical Temple, including the Pope, were killed on the spot, and the Temple of Order and Knights also lost an epic knight, and the founding emperor of Saraphos, Albert I, died young, reportedly because of irreparable injuries sustained in that battle.

On the same day, the god of history of medium divine power fell.

To this day, the battle at the Historical Temple headquarters remains one of Marshall's two nightmares, and the other is one that takes place at the Historical Temple headquarters.

After breaching the Punic Temple, the surviving Marcel, led by two legionnaires, stormed it to strangle the survivors and loot the wealth and treasures that the Church had accumulated over the years.

Of course, the secret room, the treasure house, the Pope's bedroom, the library and other places were naturally not his turn to be a small captain of the Royal Praetorian Guard, and those important places were taken over by the clergy of the Temple of Order and Knights at the first time.

However, while inspecting a room, someone found a sacred book of the god of history in a dark room, with a piece of parchment in the middle.

After reading the parchment, the companion turned into a statue and died on the spot.

They were terrified, thinking that the parchment had a terrible spell attached to it.

Marciel still couldn't understand what was going on, maybe it was fear that gripped their hearts, maybe it was the magical power of the parchment, in short, a total of thirty-four people read the contents of the parchment, and then died one by one, in different ways.

His friend Roger was hit by a Qi Element faction spell, his whole body vaporized, and he died without a body, and his most trusted vice-captain was hit by a black magic, and all 206 bones in his body disappeared in an instant, and his originally strong body suddenly piled up on the ground strangely, without a single wail.

Even Marsil's boss, the Legion Leader, a fourth-order grand knight, couldn't resist the weirdness of the parchment and turned into a dried corpse.

With an astonishing will, Marcel resisted the temptation and hid the parchment lying quietly on the ground in his bosom, and miraculously, the parchment was spotless despite the blood of his companions everywhere.

After escaping, Marcier lied that they were being attacked by a mysterious mage, and that the empire and the temple did not suspect him, because at that time there were indeed several mages who were carried away by the interests and sneaked into the Punic Temple by taking advantage of the chaotic situation.

Later, it took Marcier a long time to look through various magic books and find spells that could cause similar or even the same effect, and learned that the spells that took the lives of his friends, vice-captains, and legion leaders were Qi Elemental Disintegration, Bone Extraction Spell, and Blight Technique.

As time passed, Marcel was promoted to the fourth rank and then to the fifth rank, during which time he used parchment to get rid of several enemies.

Sometimes, Marcier even suspected that this parchment from the Temple of History had the ability to kill fifth-order professionals, but he never had a chance to verify it, and he didn't dare to verify it.

"What exactly is parchment?"

Marcile thought again of the god of history who had been violently killed by the god of order and knighthood.

After that terrible battle, the god of history was quickly forgotten and disappeared into history.

It is normal for a fallen god to be forgotten, but everything about the god of history seems to have been artificially erased, and someone has deliberately accelerated the process.

Coupled with the fact that the Temple of Order and Knights had been tight-lipped about the gods of history in the first place, Marcel was clever not to explore further.

In fact, he already knows enough.

What is History?

History is the fact of the past, it is the past.

The past, on the other hand, is a part of time.

At that time, when the war broke out between the two temples, there was a remark that the god of history successfully deduced the [time] priesthood by virtue of the [history] priesthood, and successfully mastered it, and the god of order and knights was a divine war that broke out in order to seize the [time] priesthood in the hands of the god of history.

Of course, there is another theory that the Church of History has a great deal to do with the ancient Sadinian dynasty founded by Urban I the blasphemer - the Temple of History is one of the few churches that can build a temple within the limits of the ancient Sadinian dynasty - which is the bane of the fall of the god of history.

At that time, the god of order and knights, who had just ascended to the powerful divine power, needed a battle to establish his identity and status as the defender of order, and the god of history with medium divine power was a good choice.

But either way it was too far away from Marsiel, and even though he was now a kendo saint with the title of "Sword Protector of the Country", those secrets were still not within his reach.

"There's a terrible secret in the parchment. Marcile thought, "It's a pity it's lost, but—"

Another thought was born: "Maybe it's not a bad thing, at least I don't have to worry in my dreams that the Cromwell family will be destroyed because of that mysterious parchment." ”

He was a smart man who knew how to live longer.

That morning, Emperor Blaise II received news that one of the Guardian Swordmaster's favorite great-grandsons had died in the pursuit of Talos, and the Cromwells had opted to withdraw for the time being.

The queen was so angry that she broke a teacup: "He's a lion, why is he always as timid as a rabbit!?"