When Pan Long said this, the old man was silent for a while, and then asked, "Why do you think that those fake chalices that will kill people will have the same effect as the real chalices?"

"Because they are made by you. Pan Long said, "I believe in your skills, and I believe that you can't be boring enough to make a bunch of fakes with the opposite effect." ”

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh: "You may not be able to make a cup as powerful as the original Holy Grail, but you should never make that poisonous cup." The different effects of the two cups should be done by you through the ritual, not that they have completely opposite effects. ”

"So you think I can make a Holy Grail?"

"Of course. ”

The old man laughed, and the laughter echoed in the cave, stirring up countless echoes. For a moment, it was as if there were many people laughing happily.

After laughing for a long time, he paused and said happily, "You are the first to admit my skills! much better than the knights who have muscles in their brains! Especially Galahad's psychotic man, who insisted that the true Holy Grail must be able to lead mortals to heaven - and finally I had to make a grail for him that would send him to heaven quickly, alas, what a wretch!"

Pan Long smiled: "As a great sage, one of the greatest magicians in the history of England and even Europe, this kind of thing will definitely not be difficult for you." ”

"yes. In order to make the chalice, I spent more than a month carving the nativity of the Son and the crucifixion on both sides of the golden cup. I'm a scholar, not a craftsman!"

Pan Long raised an eyebrow, he now knew why that German officer Donovan died so crisply and wonderfully.

Among the pile of real chalices, he just picked the fake chalice...... No, that fake Holy Grail was even fooled by the famous Knight of the Round Table Galahad, and it is not surprising that one more one was fooled.

The old man suddenly remembered something, and asked happily, "By the way, which of those cups do you think is the real Holy Grail?"

“...... Isn't it the wooden cup?"

Of course not, the wooden cup was a funerary object that Jesus made for the funeral of his father, Joseph, but he probably didn't really drink wine from it. ”

"Then I can't guess. ”

"Haha! I knew you wouldn't guess! No one could...... The real chalice is actually a large silver cup with the Hebrew inscription 'God loved the world'. When they got married, they donated money to make this cup. Later, at every meeting, he used it to pour wine for everyone. The old man said, "But they really didn't use this cup to contain his blood, and they are not crazy, so why should they put blood in a cup?

Pan Long recalled that there was indeed such a cup on the offering table.

It is neither austere nor ornate, and it is so unremarkable among a group of various cups that even the wisest of men probably cannot distinguish it from other gold, bronze, or even silver cups that are also inscribed.

Perhaps, only those who have actually lived through that era, who have seen and even used this cup with their own eyes, will recognize it.

"And does the true chalice have that wonderful effect?" he asked.

"Absolutely. The old man replied, "The cups made by Jesus have that effect." Rather, it was for that effect that he made those cups. ”

"The cups?"

"Yes, he made many cups in his life. Unfortunately, in the wandering, fleeing and fighting, most of them were destroyed, and there were very few left. The old man sighed, "He can give powerful life to others, but he can't make people stronger, faster, or harder...... In the face of the swords, guns and spears of the Romans, a group of civilians who did not even have enough weapons, relying on his treatment, it was too late after all. ”

"Then why didn't he find a small place first and pull up a large army on his own?" Pan Long asked.

"I also asked him this question and he said, 'It's my responsibility'. I think he may be comforting himself, after all, he has divine powers, and the Romans are not without them. It is impossible to rely on the strength of one person against the entire empire. ”

Pan Long sighed regretfully, he felt that it was not necessarily impossible...... But the past is over, and there's no point in arguing about that.

"So back to the original topic, what price do I have to pay to teach me the whole set of techniques?" he asked.

"No, you don't. The old man smiled and said, "I have never been paid to teach others. ”

As he spoke, a circle of pink light rose on the ground, and in the light, a thick roll of parchment emerged and slowly flew in front of Pan Long.

"The key content of this technology is all in it. As for those that are not important...... If you can't even deduce that yourself, don't blame me. ”

The old man smiled and said, "I've given you the technology, Holy Grail, just go and get one yourself." As for the offerings...... I'm sorry, but I can't give this to you. lest I be called an old disrespectful teacher and an unqualified teacher. ”

Pan Long nodded, took the scroll, unfolded it and looked at it, only to see symbols and magic arrays, and then mixed with many languages that he couldn't understand.

His expression suddenly froze, and he asked, "What language is this scroll in?"

"Celtic, I was going to give this to Gawain, but he died in the sword bar...... The ones who had a good relationship with me, the last few died in the sword bar. The old man sighed, "There aren't many literate knights! ”

"I'm sorry, but ...... I don't know Celtic either. ”

The old man frowned, showing a somewhat disgusted expression: "What about Latin?"

"I don't understand. ”

"What about Norman?"

"What's that?"

"What about Saxon?"

“...... I just know English, modern English. Pan Long said helplessly, "Or you can change it to Chinese for me, ancient Chinese is fine." ”

The old man rolled his eyes: "Ancient Chinese, do you think I look like someone who can write oracle bone inscriptions?"

"Then it's in regular script, you definitely want to do this, right?"

The old man muttered angrily: "Today's young people are really demanding! It's still the former students, they can learn whatever they say, and he won't have a word to let him wrestle with the bear......

Having said that, he waved his hand and used a spell to turn the words on the scroll into Chinese.

Well, Chinese. The regular script is similar to the ancient vernacular of the Romance of the Three Kingdoms.

Pan Long glanced at it roughly, making sure that he could understand it, and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Thank you very much for your generosity, esteemed Master Merlin. He bowed to the old man, "Then I will take my leave." ”

"Go, go, toss the Holy Land by yourself, don't bother me again. ”

Pan Long smiled and nodded, exited the cave, rode the wind up, and soon returned to the secret room, taking the large silver cup engraved with Hebrew from Table Mountain.

The light flashed, and in the eyes of the paladin, his figure disappeared without a trace.