readx;? El can only sympathize with Cyprus' self-pity. It stands to reason that www.biquge.info dignified sword master should not be so unknown, but Cyprus does not leave many traces in history.

I think the guy was complaining about this problem when they first met, but at the time El just thought he was alone. But after the Battle of Sword Castle, he also asked his companions about this guy's deeds, but even Xi Mako, who is a descendant of the North Wind family, is very unfamiliar with it.

The Fallen Leaf Sword Master is a real figure in history, but it is very strange that there are not many written records left in that legendary and epic era!

In other words, his presence is like that of an adventure novel, with characters like the tavern owner who issues the quest that seems important but has no presence......

Truth be told, Cyprus is a bit funny, but he's also a funny guy, and after he disappeared, El was a little lost. He also fantasized in his heart that if he was born in the same era as this guy, maybe he could become friends with a good relationship.

But when Cyprus appeared in front of him again, this sadness naturally disappeared. He should have known a long time ago, with this guy's rebellious character, how could he not leave his own traces in this world?

The deciduous sword saint may not be nameless, but it may also be ...... It was someone who deliberately covered up his past. From the moment he became associated with the Truth Society, such doubts involuntarily rose in El's heart.

"I think you didn't seem to be very interested in the Truth Society, how did you become their grave keeper later?" El asked, confused.

"People, they will always grow up. Cyprus patted his head, sighed and said, "When you grow up, you will feel particularly ridiculous when you look back at the rebellion of your youth." ”

"So, in the end, you chose to be loyal to the Society of Truth?" El sneered.

"I will not give in to anyone, this is the dignity that belongs to the sword alone. Without this belief, it is impossible to become a true sword master. Cypriot shook his head and smiled bitterly: "I have been pursuing supreme power all my life. But when I got to the top, I realized that it didn't make sense. ”

"I don't understand. Er said frankly.

"It's better that you should never understand. Cyprus said.

"Is there anything I can understand now?" El asked.

"Obviously, you have gathered the three necessary conditions to open the mausoleum, just open the seal and take what you want, I won't stop it. Cyprus said.

"I'm not interested in the Truth Society's stuff. El said.

After saying this, he noticed that Cyprius's eyes suddenly became strange.

"You don't know what's here?" asked Cyprus with a smirk.

"Of course I don't know. We're just mercenaries who accompanied that little brother down to dig for treasure. El stretched out his finger and pointed at Gawain, who was still immersed in the academic world, and pouted, "As for what legacy the truth will leave here. I'm not interested, I don't want to know—I think they're disgusting. ”

"Don't say it so high-sounding, you just don't know what it is. Cyprus shook his finger and said meaningfully.

"Well, what the hell?" asked El, a little impatiently.

With a slight wave of his hand, the hall where the two of them were located vanished in an instant, replaced by a much smaller stone room.

It was a stone chamber with no entrance, surrounded by bare walls, except for a small stone monument standing in the middle. Maybe it's because of the passage of time. The stele was covered with a thick layer of dust, but the metallic sheen at the edges could still be seen.

If you are a scholar who is well versed in the history of ancient religions, you will recognize that this is not a stone monument, but an ancient shrine. El, of course, didn't know anything about this, he just noticed the words carved on the shrine.

It was not a text in the ordinary sense, but a runic language composed of eight runes. Although most of them were symbols that El had never seen before, at this moment he subconsciously recited them.

"Time and space crisscross each other. Chaos and order are eternal, life and death go back and forth, light and shadow go hand in hand......"

As he recited the words of the runes formed by the combination of the eight runes in turn, a blue light flashed on the black ring again. This made El vaguely remember that this seemingly ordinary ring seemed to be sensitive to the combined rune words every time. But he didn't know what the meaning of this sense was.

"It's an interesting epitaph, but unfortunately you can't understand it at your current level. "Cypress brushed the dust off the shrine and pressed it lightly on one of the mechanisms. There was a dull grinding noise of stone grinding in the shrine, and a crack cracked in the middle, revealing what was hidden within—the dried corpse of a monk.

The reason why it is said to be a monk is because the body of this dried corpse still retains its former costumes, and in terms of style, it is not much different from the Dark Moon Ascetic in El's impression. Perhaps because of this confined environment, these coarse cloth sewing garments have remained intact for thousands of years.

The corpse sat cross-legged in the center of the shrine. With his head bowed slightly, his hands were placed in front of his chest, and in the palm of his hand, a palm-sized, white disc of unknown material was placed.

"A thousand years ago, the Great Sage Alan discovered this ancient tablet among the ruins of the ancient people in this wild land, and he was one of the twelve sages who later founded the Society of Truth. Cyprus stared at the dried corpse inside the shrine, and his tone was a little heavy.

"Alan has always regarded this tablet as the legendary 'Key to Truth', which may be why he founded the Truth Society, hoping to gather the wisdom of the best sages of the year to solve this ancient puzzle. ”

"At that time, a substantial breakthrough was indeed made, and the knowledge that was parsed from it brought unimaginable benefits to the Truth Society. Eventually, however, Alan chose to terminate his research, bringing the ancient slab back to where it was first discovered, and building himself such a mausoleum. ”

"It's not the same as what I've heard before that the truth will be blackened into history. El said.

"Generally on the information published outside, the founders are written as Leslin, or do you know the story of Adrian?" Cypriot glanced at the wind marks on El's waist and said indifferently: "Actually, the twelve sages of the year were all people with stories...... It's just that God is jealous of the talents, and the final fate of those old immortals is not very good. ”

"I don't understand it, but I feel like it's powerful, but ...... It doesn't make much sense to me. El shrugged. Said with some embarrassment.

"Look at my dress, like the kind of person who can figure this thing out? Compared to the 'truth' that those crazy people have fought for all their lives, we ordinary people...... I just want to know how to try to survive tomorrow. ”

"Are you an ordinary person?" Cypriot glanced at El deeply, tilted his head and smiled, "As the grave keeper of this generation, my duty is to wait for the next grave keeper, or a lucky person like you who meets the three conditions to come here and take the last inheritance of Allen...... Of course, it doesn't matter. What I left here is only a projection, not a real body, and as long as I abide by the contract of sale, I can live forever. ”

"But don't you really think about it anymore? What is recorded on this ancient tablet is the crystallization of the wisdom of ancient times. Something like the resurrection of the dead...... It's not for nothing, isn't it?"

El's face stiffened.

"How do you know......" he asked in a cold voice.

"It doesn't matter. Cypriot said with a smirk: "The important thing is - here is the answer you want." ”

El looked at him and was silent for a moment.

"What price do I have to pay?" he asked in a deep voice.

"Maybe there is, but that's my business?" said Cyprus with a wave of his hand disdainfully, "According to the slave contract I signed back then, as long as you take this thing, I will be freed." As for what you're going to pay after that...... Does this have anything to do with me?"

El was still staring into his eyes, not reaching out in the slightest, he never believed that there would be a free lunch in this world. Experienced hunters in the jungle will never touch the prey they send to their door, because most of them hide deadly traps.

Resurrection of the dead...... That kind of legend is too unreal. Instead, it gave El a sense of unreality. Reason told him it was nonsense. But if there is even one ten-thousandth authenticity, maybe the risk is worth taking?

El was still hesitating, but at this moment, he felt the space he was in shake slightly.

Although it was only a seemingly insignificant shaking, it was enough for the keen perception of the silver rank to allow him to judge the abnormal situation in an instant.

They were deep underground, and above them there was a huge underground palace that had not been destroyed for thousands of years. What kind of force can make this place shake a little?

Taking advantage of the moment when El suddenly lost his mind, Cyprus blinked, and the smile on his face suddenly became strange. He quietly reached for the white disc in the cadre's hand.

Some mysterious power from the contract blocked his fingers the moment he touched the disc. However, Cyprus is not surprised. He flipped his hand and grabbed the corpse's head, lifted it out, and kicked it at El.

The desiccated corpse seemed to lose its ability to sustain its existence the moment it left the shrine, and turned into a cloud of flying ash in midair. Caught off guard, Ellock was drenched in the thousand-year-old ashes, and the disc in the cadre's hand smashed into his face.

"Your sister!" El was startled, and subconsciously tilted his head back to dodge. However, he did not feel the pain of being smashed on his face. In a flash, the surrounding stone chambers, along with the shrine and Cyprus, disappeared into thin air.

El shook his head, realizing that he had returned to the real world, and Lolana and Gawain were standing not far from him, casting inexplicable glances. (To be continued.) If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for recommendation and monthly passes, and your support is my biggest motivation. )