His eyes were special, dark green eyes that radiated a strange brilliance in the darkness.

Yes, it's brilliance, not a figurative word, but an adjective.

This strange brilliance is particularly conspicuous in the darkness, setting off his extraordinarily bewitching.

"I thought that his bloodline was completely extinct in this world."

The middle-aged man said in a deep voice.

McCroft quickly thought of the family his father had spoken of, but he continued to ask.

"Who is he?"

The middle-aged man looked at the pendant that Mycroft was holding, held out his hand to him, and motioned for him to hand it over to him.

McCroft handed over the pendant in his hand.

The middle-aged man looked at the pendant carefully and whispered, "This is the logo of the Brotherhood, and it was also designed by him." And the material used in this pendant is a meteorite, and in some perspectives, it will emit a very strange brilliance. ”

"What perspective?" Mycroft asked curiously.

The middle-aged man smiled, and he spoke, "My name is Ebony. ”

"Mycrof." McCroft said. "Mycroft Holmes."

He gestured to Sherlock to the side, "This is my brother, Sherlock Holmes. ”

"Nope." Ebony shook his head, "Your name is not Sherlock Holmes, you should be called Monique." ”

Mycroft stared at the middle-aged man in front of him quietly, "I was actually very curious from the beginning, what do you rely on to identify yourself?" This pendant? ”

"What if I say that I picked up this pendant from someone else?" He said.

"Come with me." Eboni didn't explain, just spoke.

He went to the cross and looked for something on the cross.

Soon, he seemed to have found something and pressed it.

With a click, a dull rumble sounded in their ears.

In front of the cross, a downward tunnel gradually revealed before their eyes.

As the tunnel slowly opened, the light bar inside automatically lit up, illuminating the realm below.

Ebony walked in slowly, and Mycroft and Sherlock glanced at each other, but followed him in.

This tunnel is not deep, and it is nothing compared to the base in Sector 7.

They soon entered a large circular platform. The glow of the electric lights brings a lot of soft light to the place.

Look at the stone bricks on the ground and the pillars in the shape of Roman columns that support this underground vault. McCroft judged the basement to have been built at least before the 17th century.

Soon, though, the five statues placed around him caught his attention.

Several of the statues should have hired a very professional carver, and each one was lifelike, as if it were alive.

The tall, quaint stone statues are placed on a one-meter-high platform, giving people an indescribable sense of shock.

Four of the statues are dressed similarly to Eboni, all of them are special garments with hoods.

The difference is that their clothing is more contemporary, while Ebony's is more modern.

Soon, Mycroft's eyes were focused on the statue in the middle.

This is the only one of the five statues who does not wear a hooded garment.

Rather, it was a robe with a very unique shape, like the clothes worn by a magician. A head of medium-long hair is casually draped behind his head.

His soft eyes were full of infinite wisdom, and he looked straight ahead, calmly standing on the high platform, watching the waves of this world swell and ebb and flow.

Underneath this person is a string of words.

It was the same fraternity manifesto his father had told him before.

"Mycrof." Sherlock walked over and lowered his voice, "This person seems to be."

"You can't be wrong."

Mycroft muttered softly.

He had only seen this man a short time ago, although he naturally wouldn't admit it.

It can be said that the scene of that day has been deeply engraved in his mind.

His eyes lit up with excitement.

Sure enough, this brotherhood has something to do with that person

He is the "origin" of the Brotherhood. "We don't know his name, but the creed we live in is exactly what he has given, so we call him the Great Guru." He is not strictly a member of the Brotherhood, but because of the revelation he has given us, we still worship him as the head of the five gurus. At the same time, he was also the teacher of the founder of the fraternity. ”

He pointed to the statue of Helang, "And he, the true creator of the Brotherhood, is called Helang Monique." ”

Hearing the name, Mycroft opened his eyes, but turned his gaze to the statue.

It was built according to the appearance of a dark middle-aged man, and if you look closely, it is somewhat similar to Borg, especially the eyebrows.

And under the statue, there is also a string of words.

"I know we may not be able to save everyone, and we may not be able to do our best, but at least, we can light a lamp in this long dark night that will give the lost the courage to move forward again.

Let the good stop weeping, and let the evil receive the punishment they deserve.

Until dawn comes."

The words were brief, but the firm words and the spirit behind them seemed to cross the boundaries of time and space and life and death to echo in McCroft's ears.

"He was born in the darkest period of Britannia, and the power of the nobility gradually expanded with the weakening of imperial power, like a vampire, lying on the body of the people who were bent over the ground, greedily sucking the blood.

His family was killed by nobles, his property was taken from him, and his only sister was trafficked.

Since then, he has made this vow to change the world.

True justice and justice should be given to all oppressed people.

He was fortunate enough to meet the Great Master when he was at his most depressed, and was taught and enlightened by him.

After leaving the Great Mentor, he founded the Brotherhood in Europe. ”

"Has his purpose been accomplished?" Sherlock asked.

Eboni smiled and looked at the statues with deep eyes, "The course of human history is a river that flows endlessly, and justice and justice will always be the direction of this river.

No one can change the direction of this river. Therefore, we always believe that true justice and justice will eventually come, as long as it takes the efforts and persistence of generation after generation.

We will not say that justice and justice have come completely, because there are still many people in this world who are oppressed by the powerful.

However, the course of history that he has advanced has far surpassed that of any of us.

History will not leave his name, but everyone he saves will be proof of his existence" (end of chapter)