"Shouldn't you turn them over and take a look?"

The baron looked at Professor Granger and Magellan, who were carefully dusting the corpses, and finally couldn't help but say what was in his heart.

The two researchers turned their faces to look at the baron in unison, then turned back in silence and resumed what they were doing.

The baron gave Arthur an innocent look, sighed, and said nothing more.

"The simple burial was an anomaly in that period, and in the later period of the Crusaders, the knight's burial would most likely have his favorite trophy, gold and the like. ”

Magellan and Professor Granger looked in the flickering candlelight at the corpse of a knight, a mid-age owner of the tomb, whose burial goods consisted only of a sword and armor, all rusted.

"Glorious family tradition," Professor Granger already had a holistic view of the cemetery, "and unfortunately, because of this, I found very little information. ”

"That's a problem. ”

Magellan sighed helplessly.

Not everyone wants to leave a fortune in their tomb, and not everyone wants to keep their lives with them forever, and tomb robbers can leave an empty tomb with a lot of swearing, but archaeologists can only struggle to find possible clues.

"There's wind here. ”

"Yes, there's a hole, it's been a long time, but it's not a thief. ”

Abandoning searching for clues in the knight, Magellan and Professor Granger headed into the depths.

"The whole cemetery was planned from the beginning, and it was clear that the burials in the depths were much earlier and there were no traces of expansion on all sides, which was very, bizarre. ”

Professor Granger was more excited about this anomaly.

"Because of that gap, the air was able to circulate freely, and so much of it was rotting. ”

Magellan knew that this was an unnecessary sigh, and if it weren't for that gap, Professor Granger, who would have ventilated the cemetery in order to be able to enter the chamber, where all decay would not have been avoidable.

"Time is forever terrifying. ”

Professor Granger shook his head helplessly.

"There's a fork in the road?"

The baron spoke suddenly.

Professor Granger turned around in astonishment: "I've looked for all possible exits......

But there is indeed a new fork in the road before him, leading to the dark unknown.

"How is that possible?"

"Magic. ”

Arthur smiled at Professor Granger, "It's very secretive, if I stay away from the baron, I won't be able to detect the fluctuations in the activation of the mechanism." ”

"But what kind of magic can be in the graveyard of a knight's family?"

"The magic of the distant ancient Esyad, with Runivin as the main body, is the key to triggering the bloodline," Magellan laughed, "so the baron can be unimpeded in this cemetery, and we can only go around in the dark." ”

Professor Granger almost jumped with excitement.

"True magic words, real runifens!"

"Don't be in a hurry to rejoice, I don't think we'll find that magic. ”

Magellan's cold water calmed Professor Granger: "Yes, unless we tear this place down to rubble." ”

"Let's go. ”

Professor Granger held the candle aloof and led the way into the dark fork in the road.

Then he coughed and retreated.

"It's been uninhabited for at least a few hundred years, and it's been sealed. ”

So it was filled with the smell of decomposing corpses, and the air was unbreathable.

"If it were ventilated, the antiquities that might still be well preserved inside would be weathered in an instant," Professor Granger sighed helplessly, "It's strange that no magic can make a person breathe in such air." ”

"Because the magician thinks it's easier to stir up the air. ”

Magellan smiled and stood at the entrance to the fork in the road, looking at the tomb inside by the faint candlelight.

Just like the tombs outside, the inner graveyards are buried, with knights in simple clothes, their weapons decaying, and nothing but a stone lattice to hold them.

"So these are my ancestors?"

"In terms of numbers, it is a glorious family of knights, and almost every generation has several descendants who have become noble knights. ”

Professor Granger's words sent the baron to a proud smile, and then he fell into confusion again.

What's going on here is really confusing.

The baron looked at the flickering candlelight in the darkness, the dim light of the fire was like magic, turning the empty darkness into the graves of his ancestors, as if some powerful magic.

It's like the magic of a wolf in the cold winter in my grandmother's bedtime story in my childhood.

"Forget it, I've decided to learn from ancient magicians. ”

Professor Granger quickly lost his patience.

"Provided that," Magellan stopped the professor who wanted to unleash the magic," agreed the master here. ”

"Ah, I'm sorry," Professor Granger turned to the baron, "and this will undoubtedly turn your ancestors, who may never decay, to dust. ”

The baron's face was blank.

For him, everything in front of him, as well as Magellan's conversation with Professor Granger, was like coming from another world, completely incomprehensible.

"My ancestors?"

He poked his head out of the fork in the road in a very comical gesture and returned to the candlelight coughing.

"Forget it, I just want to see the sea. ”

The baron turned and walked towards the entrance, and then he slammed into the stone wall.

"I just want to see something I can't see in my life!"

"Here is your father's father, grandfather's grandfather, think about it, when your father and grandfather were young, the knights here, just like your grandfather told you stories......"

"My grandfather never told stories. ”

Magellan was rudely interrupted by the baron, gasping for breath and rubbing the wound on his forehead.

Then the darkness fell silent.

The baron turned his back to the candlelight, and gradually calmed down in the darkness.

He remembered his grandfather.

It was a man as silent as a stone statue, who would never say a word to the young baron, but he never stopped the baron's nonsense.

Very often, the baron would literally climb onto the lap of his grandfather sitting on a chair, as if playing on a stone statue.

"If you respect the dead, then I allow you to do that," the baron took a hard breath, "that's what my grandfather said, not me." ”

Everyone was silent for a moment.

"Thank you. ”

Professor Granger then pulled out a magic device, and a gust of wind began to flow, blowing dust in the flickering candlelight.

It was like the footsteps of time before us, new armor and weapons covered with rust, wood and leather reduced to dust.

It's like magic.