The so-called history can be understood as people or things that have become a thing of the past.

If it has been reduced to the past, why should people still explore it?

Human beings' quest for history may come from confusion about the present, or worry about the future. Of course, it could also be just out of curiosity.

A philosopher once said that the seeds of the future are planted in the past. It is believed that as long as the truth of history is grasped and combined with the current reality, it will be possible to predict future development to a certain extent.

However, not only is the future illusory, but even the past that has already happened is hazy and vague.

In other words, the past and the future are unknowable, except that the present is real.

Despite this, human beings still cannot resist the strong curiosity and desire to learn.

The so-called truth is often just a hypothetical and logical reason for human beings to explain the current outcome.

The real truth is only visible at the moment when it happens.

Let's call the imaginary "truth" the "truth".

If truth is compared to a "puzzle", then all the clues and evidence are different "pieces" on this puzzle. Only by collecting a certain number of "pieces" can the original appearance of the "puzzle" be restored as much as possible.

Bella feels that the current "fragments" are not enough.

The next morning, two guests came to Segovia's house.

One of them was a man in chain mail, a helmet, and a rapier at his waist, and he was the head of the Royal Spanish Order, Jennifer's cousin, Rector Webster. With the typical temperament of the old aristocracy, every gesture shows the superiority of being a knight, the style of acting is old-fashioned and old-fashioned, and he is good at hiding himself. From the outside, it is difficult to peek into what is really in his heart. The pair of eyes, which don't seem to be very godly, always seem to be thinking about some unknown scheme.

He was flanked by an attendant wearing a black cloak and covering his face with a black scarf, who was supposed to be a young man of medium stature.

Rector and Isabel spent some time in the meeting room, and the main conversation was about the succession of Terrence Segovia's title.

As Jennifer's cousin, of course, he fully supports Cyril.

However, Isabel never took a stand.

No matter how much Recter tried to seduce the old lady, the other party was unmoved.

This made Rector feel very aggrieved.

In the end, he could only leave depressed with his entourage.

Because he had just touched a nose of ash, Rect's heart was on fire. Walking on the road, it is not pleasing to the eye.

At this moment, there was a group of children playing.

A naughty little girl, in the process of chasing, unfortunately bumped into the knight who was in a bad mood.

He was worried that he had nowhere to vent, and now he could be regarded as igniting a powder keg.

As the head of the Royal Knights, how could he allow himself to be so rushed by lowly civilians?

So, without saying a word, he drew his sword and stabbed it.

The poor child, who was already frightened and panicked by this time, had no strength to escape, and was stunned and did not dare to move.

Seeing that the terrifying sword blade was coming, the little life was about to wither, and at this critical moment, a burly figure flashed and blocked the little girl's face.

The girl was still in shock, and looked at the wide back in front of her with trepidation.

She felt that it must be an angel sent by God. She even regrets it now that she fell asleep below when she went to Mass with her grandmother last week. But God doesn't seem to blame her.

In fact, Mr. Murray did not like to take on the blade empty-handed, but in a hurry, he didn't have time to think about it.

As the head of the Royal Knights, the sword used must be quite sharp. Although it can't be said to sharpen iron like clay, it is still easy to deal with flesh and blood.

At this moment, it was clear that there was red liquid running down Mr. Murray's fingers.

However, as a professional soldier, he did not have the slightest idea of retreating.

Rector was still angry, and he couldn't make a sword, and at this time, there was an extra hairy boy, and he felt even more annoyed.

However, when he saw that the other party was wearing a military uniform and had the badge of Aragon on his shoulder, he felt that he could not act rashly.

"Kid, it's none of your business." Rector tried to use words to avoid unnecessary trouble.

He felt that even the officers of Aragon should be afraid in Castile.

"Hmph." Murray sneered, "You're from the Royal Knights?"

"Now that you know my identity, don't get out of the way. This is not in your Aragonese territory." Rechett's tone was very tough.

After all, this is his territory.

"Why, I'm just a passerby, will I share whose territory?"

"Since you're just passing through, don't meddle with it."

"yes, you think it's an idle thing?" Murray said, helping the frightened girl up from the ground, "Are you alright, little sister?"

"I...... I...... I'm fine......" The girl was still stunned, her voice trembling.

"Don't be afraid, I won't let him hurt you."

"Uncle...... Uncle, you're hurt!"

"Ah, it's just a small injury, it doesn't matter." Murray carried his injured left hand behind his back, and then touched the girl's head with his right hand, "You go back first, or the family will be worried."

"Boy, it seems to me that you are toasting and not eating and drinking!" Rector felt ignored, "Do you want to duel?"

"Oh?" Murray turned, "I'll be happy to accompany me if necessary."

Rector couldn't help but frown.

Originally, it was just a matter of face, so I said it casually, but I didn't expect the other party to flinch without flinching.

Even though he was already injured, he still dared to take the challenge, which made him dare not take it lightly.

Although he was confident that he would not lose to ordinary people in swordsmanship, the identity of the young man in front of him was not clear, and if he was the son of a nobleman of a certain family, things would be in trouble.

"Grand Master of the Royal Order of Castile, Cross of Merit, Rector Webster." Rector held his sword at his shoulder.

"Aragonese 3rd Army, Lieutenant, Murray." Murray also drew his saber from his waist.

"Boy, I see you're already injured, do you want to wait for you to heal before we continue?" Recht asked.

"No, I don't." Murray replied dryly.

"In that case, I'll give you a hand, too." As he spoke, Rector also put his left hand behind his back.

The surrounding crowd spread back a bit, making way for a circular field.

The two stood in the middle, crossed their blades, and then took three steps back each.

Just as the two were about to try, a voice interrupted them.