Constantine carried the letter of assignment that was about to change his fate, bowed his head, walked through several bluestone paths, and returned to his abode without saying a word.

It is a remote log cabin in the northern corner of the monastery, with a thousand kilometers of cliffs outside, and through the small windows of the house, the outline of the city of Richelieu in the distance is clearly visible.

Two years ago, he had come to the holiest monastery on the continent, and had lived in this humble cabin, and at the same time played the role of an obscure monastic handyman, and when he had free time, he went to the monastery's library to look through the yellowed books as thick as bricks, and before he knew it, this small room that had accompanied him for more than seven hundred days and nights had become an indispensable part of his life.

"I'm really reluctant!" Pushing open the wooden door, Constantine sighed as he took a closer look at the place where he had lived for two years.

The hallucination lasted only a few seconds, and the next moment, Constantine had come to his senses, and spread out the parchment, and several lines of beautiful handwriting in ink came into view.

After learning of his new mission, the young man narrowed his eyes, and after a moment, he spoke: "An imperial royal woman who is about to become a Holy Lady of the Holy See? It's really interesting, I don't know what the expressions of those old fellows in the Cardinal Order will be after learning the news, I guess their mouths will be open enough to swallow the Divine Codex!"

"According to the decree of the Holy See, the Holy Maiden is qualified to preside over the Church of Light, above the six cardinal archbishops, and only below the Pope. ”

The young man then folded his fingers and continued to talk to himself: "However, since the Middle Ages, there has never been a saint in the true sense of the word in the Holy See for thousands of years, and even if there is, they are all posthumously crowned, which has no practical significance, according to the "Edict of San Fennino", if you want to become a saint, you must be a holy woman who has made great contributions to the glorious cause during her lifetime, but this guy is obviously not. ”

In this way, the conclusion is clear, and Constantine exhales: "I can't imagine that in addition to the gods, there is really such a thing as a glorious patron in this world. ”

The young man's eyes suddenly became cold and sharp, like an ancient sword that had been soaked in the waters of the River Styx for hundreds of years, and he suddenly realized that this task might be a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for him.

A moment later, he pulled out a large lead-gray box from under the table, on which was engraved with an inscription, and Constantine silently recited a few incantations, and the box popped open with a "click", and the contents of this very inconspicuous box were all the belongings of the young man.

It's just that the things contained inside don't seem to match the master's identity as a monk, and what it contains is a magic book with a bronze cover, dozens of small bags of different colors, a slender sword with a scabbard, a few rings with a dark blue luster, a strange pattern engraved on the surface of the ring, a set of simple magic robes, and some strange instruments and materials, and finally... A black box as dark as night lay quietly in the box.

Constantine found the dark blue luster ring among the many miscellaneous items, rubbed his fingers lightly on the ring, and spat out a spell, and finally placed the ring lightly on the cracked wooden table, holding the edge of the table with one hand, and waited quietly.

After a few minutes, the surface of the ring slowly trembled, and then, the pattern on the surface of the ring flashed a faint light, and a dreamy blue mist appeared, swirling around the top of the ring, Constantine breathed a sigh of relief, this is a sign that the teleportation arcane on the ring has been activated, indicating that the gadget left by the guild has not expired.

The mist gradually formed, and a soft voice came out of the mist: "The 495th member of the Hunters' Guild, codenamed 'Nightingale', is responsible for intelligence gathering and daily contact, please report your codename." ”

"Morning Star," Constantine replied.

"Your Excellency 'Morning Star', it is an honor to serve you. This time, the nightingale's tone had unconsciously carried a respect, "What do you need?"

"I need to know all the information about the past of Diana Gryphant, the Fourth Princesses of the Holy Empire, mind you, all the important information, I don't want to hear about what brand of dress she wears every day. Constantine accentuated.

The other side hesitated for a moment, "I'm sorry, your Excellency the 'Morning Star', the level of this information is too high, and my authority is not enough to have access to such high-level intelligence. ”

"Then contact someone with a higher authority than you, let him tell me, and I will pay the corresponding mission points. Constantine waved his hand, "You have three days, and within three days I hope to receive an answer that satisfies me." ”

The fog slowly dissipated, to Constantine's surprise, only less than half an hour later, the communication ring emitted a burst of dark blue light, and the brightness was much brighter than just now, Constantine's expression was slightly awe-inspiring, which meant that there was a person with higher authority in the guild who sent a magic message to his ring, who was it? What did he come to do with him?

"Is it Your Excellency 'Morning Star'? A genderless Qingyue voice came from the ring, "I'm the bounty hunter with the current guild number nineteen, can I ask you a few questions?"

"I don't remember that there is a person like you among the top twenty guys in the guild, who are you?" Constantine narrowed his eyes, for the hunters within the guild, their respective serial numbers were their rankings, which meant that the person talking to him in front of him was the nineteenth terrifying existence in the entire hunter guild, how could such a person not have heard of it.

"If I'm not mistaken, Your Excellency lost contact with the Guild three years ago, so you don't know about me. The owner of the voice said, "I have only joined the guild in the last two years, and I have just risen to the nineteenth position not long ago, and my code name is 'Mordred'. ”

It took Constantine a few minutes to digest the shock in his heart, he knew very well how fierce the competition within the Hunters' Guild was, and how fast this guy could be promoted to the nineteenth rank in just two years, which was not much faster than his own.

"Mordred, one of the twelve Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur, is said to have someone in the guild who loves to read knightly novels as much as I do, which is really gratifying. The boy muttered, then stretched on the bed, "Say, why did you come to me?"

"Because the information you need this time involves the subjects related to my mission, I need to know the exact motive for you to obtain this information. Mordred's voice sounded a little more sinister. "What exactly do you want to do?"

"Why should I tell you?"

"If you refuse, the consequences can be severe. ”

Constantine sneered: "Although it is a common practice for guild members to kill each other, I don't think I have the need to be afraid of you, not to mention, why should I tell a guy of unknown origin like you, what good can I do to answer your words?"

"Let me guess, it makes sense to ask for information from people like us in order to kill some hapless man, but not without exception. Constantine said to himself, "Since you know my existence, if you want to do something to Her Royal Highness the princess, then you will never bother to ask me about my purpose, or simply invite me to work together, the chances of success will be greater, this is the style of a good hunter, you know, the mission point is never important to life." ”

"But since you have come to ask me about my purpose now, then, in turn, your purpose is obvious. Constantine straightened up, "Extrapolating from your tone just now, you are worried that I will attack the future Holy Maiden, then, your task is actually to protect her?"

"You're wiser than I thought, and you deserve to be the sixth-ranked bounty hunter in the guild, 'Morningstar'. Mordred exclaimed in a low voice.

Constantine shrugged his shoulders: "If that's the case, don't worry, I can even cooperate with you on this mission, but the mission points you get will be divided with me, and how to divide them is to be determined." ”

"Looking forward to working with you. Mordred was succinct, and the light suddenly dissipated.

"I don't know what kind of guy it will be, forget it, leave it alone. Constantine shook his head, since the purpose is the same, the others don't need to be delved into, this is the tacit understanding between high-level hunters.

"I can let the guys in the guild protect me, it seems that this royal daughter who is favored by the glory is not small. Constantine buried his head in the pillow and sneered, his eyes once again glowing with indifference.

"Whatever you are determined to do, the Lord will accomplish it for you, and the light will light your way. ”

After saying this famous sentence of the canon, the boy closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

The afternoon breeze was slightly drunk, and the sun shone on the stone steps outside the library, where Constantine walked through the rows of tall bookshelves that exuded an antique atmosphere, and the collection that could enter this small attic was all masterpieces that had stood the test of time, and had been brought back by generations of monks after a great deal of hardship, and then sealed here.

It's just that for Constantine, there are still too few books on spells in the library, at least compared with the only theological books that are full of sweat, the books related to spells here can only be said to be a drop in the middle, I have to say, this is a fact that Constantine regrets a little.

Turning his gaze back from the myriad of books such as "Arcane Doctrine", "The Law of Spatial Coordinates", "The Seven Cornerstones of Magic", "The Theory of Elemental Contract", "Reflections on Chaos", "The Deductive Logic of Nature", "The Starry Sky of the Middle Ages", "God's Left Eye", "Atlas of Ancient Dragons", "Surface Theory", "Nonlinear Time Series", etc., Constantine shook his head helplessly again.

These books were undoubtedly masterpieces in the history of magic, but they were far from what he needed, and most of them were elaborate on metaphysical philosophies, but disdained to spend more time on the specific, subtle practical knowledge of spells, which he desperately needed today.

In terms of theoretical attainments alone, Constantine, who had been in the library for more than two years, could even sit down with an old scholastic scholar who had been immersed in the wizarding world for half his life, but he had very few spell skills, which was the main reason why Constantine had a stomach full of difficult magical knowledge, plus the amazing magic control of even the Grand Arcanist of the Royal Academy, but he could only rub out a few small elemental spells.