So what? Fate never has the slightest mercy on who you are.

But Fran didn't say this, after all, it didn't have any effect to say it at this time. He was silent, playing with his brother, and only a childish child would be happy to seesaw.

The late autumn evening breeze blew beside the two brothers, bringing up some fallen leaves that had not yet been swept away, and Dan Yan's movements stopped, and he said a little tiredly, "Alas...... So be it, brother. I will try to help you as much as I can, don't be in a hurry to refuse, if you feel deserved, just write it down, and if I need you for anything in the future, just don't refuse. ”

Fran nodded in agreement.

Dan Yan stood up and walked to the intersection of the street, where the Norton Pavilion carved a keel cross quietly drove out of the intersection like a ghost in the night.

Fran looked at his brother with a strange look.

Dan sneered, "You don't really think I'm going to take you back, do you?" ”

After speaking, he pushed Fran beside him, "You go back first, I still have some things." By the way, the gift I prepared for you is already in the study, and the old butler will tell you what it is for. ”

Fran nodded, and slipped into the carriage, hesitated for a moment before Dan closed the door, and finally whispered, "Stay safe, brother." ”

Dan was stunned for a moment, the movements in his hands became a little uncoordinated, and he closed the car door stiffly, watching the limousine gradually drive away from here, this family member who usually has the same gentle smile as his father, felt a little wanted to let out a long whistle for the first time.

But after thinking about the many matters at this time, he could only sigh faintly, turn a street corner, pull away an inconspicuous car, and get in.

Mosin in the back seat of the car muttered, but still obediently squeezed to the side to move the position of this extremely noble dependent.

"Let's go." Unlike the gentle expression on his face when he had spoken to Fran before, Dan had always had a mocking and mocking look on his face ever since he got into the car.

Moxiso looked at the ugly Dan Xi through the rearview mirror, didn't say anything, just silently started the car and drove towards the Broken Sword territory on the other side of Orin.

Morgan, who was sitting in the passenger seat along the way, kept stroking the armrest of the seat, and it seemed that among the four people in the car, he was the only one who couldn't hold his breath, but it was no wonder that he was.

After all, the four people present all had a more or less certain understanding of a certain secret, but he, the director of the Heresy Inquisition, was a monk who was confused and confused.

But he wisely didn't ask here, after all, based on Mosin's unprecedentedly solemn countenance and Dan's gloomy expression, this secret that made him quite curious but deep down and desperate to stay away from it was obviously not ordinary.

It was already early in the morning of the second day, but there was a person standing at the entrance of the Broken Sword Territory, and when he saw a car coming, he waved and motioned for everyone to get out of the car.

Dan Xian didn't say anything, just quietly followed the group of ordinary people out of the car, and after twisting and turning, he stepped into a basement, and with the light cough of the guide, the heavy iron door fell. This small basement has been completely sealed.

The basement doesn't have a huge footprint, not even as large as the smallest toilet in the Norton Pavilion. There was a small table in the basement, and the small table was full of spirits, and in addition to this small table, there were only five chairs left in the basement, but these few small objects even completely occupied the space in this basement.

Dan Yan sat down on the main seat without hesitation, stretched out his hand to unscrew the liquor placed on the small table, did not even glance at what kind of liquor it was, and poured the liquor into his throat, only then did he feel that the depression that had always lingered on the tip of his heart dissipated a little.

The guide looked at each other with Moxiso and the others, and each found a chair to sit down.

Dan Yan's purple peach blossom eyes lit up, he carried the wine bottle in one hand, and pinched the incantation in the other, and after a brief chewing sound, a small secret ritual was easily used by him, enveloping the small basement.

"Tell me, what do you know? Start at the beginning and don't leave it out. ”

As he said this, Dan's eyes were always fixed on the guide. Mosin had heard about those hidden corners from this fellow, and for that alone, the guy the Olins called a soldier ghost was enough to get his attention.

Manha Broken Sword nodded, without the slightest hesitation, he knew the best way to communicate with smart people, "Because of my position, I will often be stationed with troops in the Azure Forest outside of the Orin Plane, and on one mission, I was captured by the elves. While recuperating in the woodlands, the Elven Empress made a deal with me. The deal was that as long as Broken Sword stopped attacking for three years, she would tell me a secret about all living beings in the Olin Plane. ”

Dan Yan's eyes narrowed slightly, and he took a sip of hard wine, "What did she tell you?" ”

Manha hesitated for a moment, as if organizing the language, "She told me that the disappearance of a lost civilization is only a few hundred years away......"

Hundreds of years?

If you put it in the life of an ordinary person, a few hundred years is indeed a long time frame. But for the demise of one civilization, and the rise of another, hundreds of years are not even as good as a moment of mortality.

Morgan's eyes widened in disbelief, looking at Manha's rather serious face, as if he couldn't understand what Manha's mouth was saying at this time.

Hundreds of years?

How can it be!

Hundreds of years after the loss of civilization, the Orin civilization rose from nothingness, and then stepped step by step on the road to prosperity? This...... How is this possible?

He looked at his friends a little confused, only to find that both Manha and Mosin looked serious at this time.

Manha smiled wryly, as if to answer Morgan's doubts, and he continued, "At first I thought she was just looking for a lame excuse to delay a certain number of fighters, but she actually made an oath directly to the God of Contract, saying that if there was half a lie in her words, her soul would immediately be gone. When they put me back at camp, I set out to investigate the matter, and gradually I realized that things were not so simple. ”

Manha smiled wryly and shook her head, "The Elven Empress's words are like a key that unlocks some invisible lock in my mind. Things that were taken for granted in the past seem absurd at this time. We often talk about lost civilizations, but ...... What exactly is the name of this lost civilization? It can't really be called a lost civilization. This is the first doubt. ”

"I typed the report and went back to Orin, spent a month in the library of the ivory tower, looked through many ancient books, and found a loophole that made me even a little unbalanced. No matter who it is, whether it is a fledgling archaeologist or a well-known archaeologist, their archaeological records and even autobiographies do not mention the year of the ruins at all! ”

"The passage of time inevitably leaves traces, but in the eyes of those professionals, they are like ordinary things, and they ignore them. I looked through all the archaeological materials, and not a single person, not a single person, felt that the ruins were a little too new. ”

Morgan listened to Manhat's words, feeling the fear that could not be concealed in Manha's tone, and for a moment a sense of horror quickly surged up his spine.

Oh, yes......

As the head of the Inquisition, he has also come into contact with all kinds of ruins for various reasons over the years, but why, until Manhar said those words, he didn't have the slightest suspicion of those ruins that were too new?

In the same way, why didn't he have the slightest curiosity about the true name of the lost civilization before?

The strange situation flashed through Morgan's mind at this time, and suddenly, a feeling of extreme familiarity appeared in Morgan's mind, he was stunned, and then his eyes suddenly widened, obviously a little unable to believe the conjecture in his heart.

This is......

Cognitive shielding!

When dealing with evil cults in the Inquisition, it is a kind of memory pollution that you occasionally encounter!

Manhat's face was bitter when he saw Morgan's performance, and before Morgan could speak, he admitted, "That's right, a cognitive distraction that covers the entire plane. ”

Dan Yan, who hadn't spoken for a long time, suddenly spoke, "What else do you know besides these?" ”

Manha shook his head, "I was about to continue my investigation when the undead guards stopped me. ”

Your Majesty?

Morgan frowned, clearly puzzled by what Gulidan II had done. But before he could sort out a line of thought, Dan Yan let out a sigh of relief.

"That old thing did a good thing."

Moxiso also let out a sigh of relief, casually removed his mask, and then picked up the liquor on the table with Manha's surprised expression, unscrewed the lid and poured a few large sips into his mouth, ignoring the blood etiquette that had worked hard to maintain in the past.

Looking at some of the confused trio, Moxiso said angrily, "Congratulations on your escape." What are you doing stupidly, why don't you drink some wine and celebrate?"

"Dead...... Escape? At this time, Manhat, who was known as a soldier and ghost, could not figure out the current situation. But suddenly, this smart man suddenly thought of something, "If I investigate again, I will die?" ”

"It's not just you, it's you, and everyone associated with you." Dan sneered, his smile full of coldness, "I now know why you let that stupid bear run away to find the dead fat man." You wouldn't think that this cognitive interference was caused by your majesty and some evil god, would you? ”