"You seem sure I'm not going to kill you?"

The old traveler didn't seem to care about the line between life and death, and after a brief treatment, he didn't even glance at the wound in his left chest, but just put his hands behind his back and paced around the Glory One, who was hung up by the thread of blood like spider silk, and his green eyes flashed with an unknown light.

"Not sure," obviously as a defeated, obviously just a subordinate prisoner who was slaughtered by others, but Amy's expression was very natural, and there was no unwillingness to endure humiliation in her pure black eyes, let alone groveling flattery, only calm, as cold as a winter mirror lake, "I'm just betting on the possibility that you won't kill me." ”

"What if you lose your bet?"

"It's just a death. ”

"You really don't take your life seriously. After the short question-and-answer, Ignati's demon-like face couldn't help but reveal a smile mixed with appreciation and bitterness, "If you don't have the surname Ulysses, I will give you the answer you just gave ninety, but it's a pity...... You are Ulysses, the last cornerstone of the code that was legislated by Hammuraby. ”

"Hammuraby, the Holy City," the young man was not too surprised, but there was inevitably a mixture of natural emotion in his words, "Sure enough, the surname Ulysses has more origin than I thought. ”

"That's right, more than you might think. The old man glanced at him with a light green eye, and after a few coughs, he shook his head and spoke in a low, flat tone, "You are no stranger to the legion of the Night's Watch who guards the Great Wall of Night. ”

Amy nodded, not replying.

"The idea of the Night's Watch, as lofty as it sounds, is not a good task, and usually only desperate outlaws choose to abandon what the Order's Frontier has to offer to join the Wall of the Night, which is constantly being eroded by chaos. Ignati sighed softly, "However, as the first and most important line of defense against blindness, the Night's Watch Legion is no less important than the knights who follow the Knights who patrol the Four Fields under the King's Banner, and are an indispensable and important force in the world of order. ”

He paused:

"With such a force, who can rest assured that the outlaws will be in control—especially since the appearance of the Nameless Mist, the control of the royal capital Prometheus over the wilderness of the four realms has dropped to freezing point, and it is no exaggeration to say that the leader of the Night's Watch is the uncrowned king of the frontier. ”

"And then?"

"To ensure that this force does not spiral out of control, the Night's Watch has welcomed their master, the true master. The old man looked at him with a slightly creepy gaze, staring at the dark-haired boy in front of him, "They are Fitzgerald, Gladstone...... With Ulysses. ”

"But at the end of the day, it's just one of the glorious ones. Amy is indifferent to the family's past glories, "not rising to the point of 'not being able to die' at all." ”

"You know, the world ...... Big, indeed big, Hemtika is only a corner of the territory of order, and the territory of order is only an insignificant corner of the chaos of blind foolishness. Ignati said with a sigh, and the conversation changed, "But it's actually very small, the Order, the Knights, the Chaos Sect, and the Mother of the Black Goat, which gave birth to many unspeakable things, are actually these forces in total. ”

"Among them, the Knights and the Order are both on the order side, although there is an irreparable contradiction between the interests and purposes of the two sides, but in front of the approaching pace of darkness and chaos, cooperation is their norm. The old man closed his eyes slightly, "But even so, it is only a lingering breath - the uncountable high demons, the dark lords who cannot be defeated by the ordinary Glory, and the mere projection of their existence itself creates the Mother of Black Goats in the Deepest Night, either of them is enough to make the Glory Ones tired to deal with, and any two of them joining forces are enough to send the vast majority of the cities that survive on fire to the end known as death." ”

"But they, not more accurately, the Chaos Sect didn't do that at all. After a brief pause, he said, "Do you know why?"

"Because of Ulysses?" replied Amy in the affirmative.

"There's a part-part reason for that, but there's no way around Hammuraby. Ignati sighed, "The reason why Hammurabi is given the prefix of sacredness with an unusual meaning is simply that it once gave birth to a great legal code, that is, the Hammurabi Code, the first and only legal code in human history, which not only wrote the iron law that has survived for thousands of years and has never wavered, but also the fate of the entire human race. ”

"From the system of electing kings, to the formation of the Knights, to the rise of the Night's Watch...... All the memorabilia that dominated the second millennium can be glimpsed in it. The old man's voice—no, not just the voice, but also the body that had been ricketed again," but this was not a prophecy, but a fate that had been planned long ago—an unsolvable fate. ”

"What do you mean. The boy couldn't help but squint.

"The fate of you and me, and indeed the entire territory of the Order, was already sealed at that moment. "Ignati's voice was implicitly mad, the cyan meridians appeared on the blue-purple skin, the turquoise eyes almost bulged out of their sockets, and there were not even a few traces of human being in the distorted form," reads in gilded text on the title page of the Codex—the third millennium, the world has lost its light. ”

"Sounds like something out of a knight's novel. Amy shook her head, not because he was stubbornly unwilling to accept reality, but because there were too many things in the old man's statement that were difficult to explain, and the most suspicious of them was Hammurabi's sacred code, "In the third millennium, the world lost its light—if it was a lie, it must be the worst lie I have ever heard, Hammurabi's sacred code is widely circulated in the world, but I have never seen such words written on the title page of any edition." ”

"You have a misconception. In the face of the young man's doubts, Ignati, who was obviously in a frenzy, did not show the slightest irritation, he just looked at the young glorious man in front of him with his cloudy green eyes, "The original text of Hammurabi's sacred law has never been circulated in the world—it is the covenant made by the ancestors, the fate tablet that frames the order of the world, and the code of law that has been circulated in the world is nothing but the written law drawn up by the glorious person according to the revelation obtained, and the real original text is known to no one except the ancestors who have long been hidden. ”

"It's full of loopholes. Amy was not shaken by the old man's words, "Since no one knows the true original text except for the long-lost ancestors, how did Hammurabi's sacred code come into writing, and how did it come down? How do you know that on the title page of Hammurabi's code, the prophecy 'In the third millennium, the world will lose its light'?"

"You should know that when the chaos of blind foolishness manifests itself in the world of order, the formless and indescribable will take on concrete forms, and ...... Its name. Ignati paused, "Whether it's the Leviathan, the giant beast of the sea that nearly drowned Hemtika, or the Last Beast Six-Six-Six, who dragged the royal capital Prometheus into eternal darkness, the moment they came into the world, their names resounded throughout the world - and the birth of the Code of Hammurabi - when the ancestors made a covenant on it, it became a veritable book of fate, and its existence was naturally known and told by the world - of course, this is why there are so many versions of the Code of Hammurabi. ”

"Since no one but the ancestors has seen Hammurabi's original text," said the young man, his dark eyes as deep and obscure as the mist-shrouded night in the lower districts, "where do you come to know that prophecy that is neither difficult nor obscure?". ”

"From where? You should have guessed the answer to the question, but that guess is so bizarre that you subconsciously deny it. The old man's hideous expression suddenly softened, and his tone became incredibly soft, "That's right, as you think, I once met the ancestors—the ancestors who are still alive. ”

"It was as if the ancestors had died. Amy sneered and sarcastic.

However, unexpectedly, Ignati did not reply.

He just had a gloomy face that seemed to be dripping water, pursed his purple lips, and looked at the empty distance with a distracted look, and after about thirty or forty breaths, he slowly came back to his senses, and said in a low and hoarse voice: "That's right, most, and most of the ancestors, are dead. ”

Before the young man could absorb the huge amount of information contained in this sentence, the old man suddenly raised his head, and a trace of incomprehensible emotion flashed in his green eyes: "Actually, you, and most of the Glorious Ones, should have seen them—at least they should have felt their existence. ”

"What do you mean by that?"

Although the traveler who had traveled through the deep night did not say anything, for some reason, the suffocation feeling like a python gradually entangled in his body came to his face, and it unstoppably occupied Amy's heart.

"Nothing special. Ignati shook her head weakly, and her old age was completely uncontrollable on her face, "I just want to tell you the truth, a trivial corner of the cruel truth of this world." ”

Catching a glimpse of the nervous look on the young gloryman's face, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Don't worry—with your attitude of not fearing life and death, a little inconsequential scraps must not be able to make you completely collapse." ”

Amy was silent.

Utter collapse –

It sounds impossible not to be reassuring, but at the same time...... Ignati's so-called truth has an incomparable allure for him, who has always longed to break free from the shackles of fate he carries.

So, he is just silent, and only silent.

"It seems that you are ready," the old man retracted the smile on his face, and even the hideous demonized face had a sense of sacred solemnity at this moment, "When the ancestors voluntarily chose to die, the divine flame will ignite their remnants, and a sourceless fire will be born from it—and we in the future generations will call this never-burning flame the fire." ”

In other words, the fire is the burned remains of the ancestors, that is, the last traces of their existence, and we have established order and civilization on the corpses of the ancestors. ”

"Even though they are dead, they still live with us in another form, sheltering us. ”

"But now—"

He paused, his gaze resting on the boy again, and then spoke the rest of his words.

"The long night has come, and the fire is ......"

"—will go out. ”