"Do you see clearly, what is the difference between me and others? Two eyes and one nose! not more than others, not less than others."

His eyes took the unconcealable fear in Ferrantir's eyes, and the fat man suddenly, breaking the embarrassment in front of him, Ferrantir was stunned for a moment, and his stiff face was stunned with irony, he didn't expect that the rumored Vichia Falcon, who had killed millions of corpses, would say such a playful thing,

"It's said that Vekia Falcon never suffers, and now it seems that this rumor is true!"

Ferrantil's face turned slightly blue, he retracted his gaze in embarrassment, coughed dryly, thinking of the wolf bèi that day, his originally calm heart fluctuated suddenly, and said with a little indignation, "In the battle of the Black Forest, His Majesty's iron hooves crushed the backbone of the Black Forest people, I believe that in the eyes of those who have wiped out the entire tribe, His Majesty will definitely not be more amiable than the devil! The fat man's ability to play scoundrels is always first-class, and he rolled his eyes

"You!" Ferrantil's face flushed slightly

"Isn't it?" the fat man looked at him calmly, raised his eyebrows, and said coldly, "Selfish and indifferent someone, in order to achieve the purpose of infiltrating Ebonyto, instigated tens of thousands of Black Forest coalition troops to attack Umuto, one of the Imperial Alliances, they did what a rebel should do, and I also did what an imperial monarch should do! Whoever kills whom, that is their respective duty, if those hundreds of thousands of unjust souls really exist, then it should also be the person who deceives them!" I need Salander and Steady Dìng, whoever dares to make trouble, I will kill whomever I want, I am not afraid of killing!" "Isn't it true that the hundred thousand souls of the Black Forest will be entangled if he says such a thing so lightly?" Ferrantil's eyes widened suddenly, and the fat man's words widened. Let him see what it means to be really cold-blooded!Said in a cold voice, "Compared with the cold-blooded of countless heads falling to the ground in a word, I still feel a little guilty for the Black Forest people to be baptized in blood, it's really a shame!" "Haha, I'm not afraid to tell you the truth, since I started the army, killing people is like eating and breathing, and I don't remember how many people I killed" Hearing Ferrantir's slightly threatening words, the fat man smiled instead of anger, and stood up from his seat proudly, looking at the bright sky outside the hall. Said calmly

"Just 100,000 unjust souls, a little less, if you want to talk about killing, the Salander Expeditionary Force slaughtered more than 2 million Normans, who should these unjust souls go to!"

"On the contrary, you, the blood of the prophet of Ferran, who is admired by all, are mixed up in a situation where you must rely on deception to make a difference, and I am really for you, who was once full of ideals and enthusiasm, and would rather be misunderstood by everyone. He will never succumb to the unworthy of his ancestors in secular royal power" "My ancestor was a great man, and a cold-blooded person like His Majesty is not qualified to comment on him" It was like touching the scales, Ferrantir's face suddenly turned red, and he looked at the fat man with bloodshot eyes. At this moment, the arrogance flowing in his veins was undoubtedly reflected, and the appearance of gritting teeth was like a beast whose scars had been violently revealed. He said sharply, "At least he won't hurt others! Use boundless wisdom to guide those who flee!" Establish the Sky Holy Sect, ignore the equality between commoners and nobles, and let commoners enjoy peace of mind. Unlike someone, killing is killing!" "So his final fate is betrayal by the people he once saved!" The fat man did not hesitate to give a counterattack, and pouted disdainfully, "He is a prophet, I am a king, although I am not the same era as him, but I am absolutely qualified to say that he is a coward who does not dare to really face himself, as a leader, a man, when he really needs to make a choice, he lacks the courage to make a decision, hesitates, if he does not choose to escape!" I believe that with his appeal at that time, even the worldly royal power would bow his head, but he gave up, and under the great worldly pressure, this man abandoned his wife, who was only six years old, and countless believers and subordinates who were willing to believe and follow him, and hid alone in the depths of the Black Forest, where no one could find him, and the temple was divided because of this matter, and Salander, who had just been established for only eleven years, experienced a bloody era that could be called a war!" "You ......" Ferrantir almost turned his back in one breath, he was a little shaky by the poisonous tongue fat man, his body shook, the dead fat man was too shameless, and he directly used the identity of the king to make him speechless "Sample, play psychological warfare with me!" Putting Ferrantir's miserable white face into the corner of his eyes, the corner of the fat man's mouth showed a sneer, the pride of the Ferran family is well-known in Salander, although the Feilan children regard the Feilan bloodline on their bodies as a curse of sin, but in fact, they all regard it as the most important thing in their hearts,

Because of this, the children of the Ferran family risked death to find out the truth of the year, this is a family that is proud of its own bloodline, from beginning to end, it has never wavered,

If you want this descendant of the prophet who has a heavy influence on the entire Salander to be able to throw himself into the arms of the empire, you must first complete the little arrogant blow in his heart, naturally in the final analysis, you still need to start from the root bloodline, you must make this guy lose confidence in his bloodline, if you want to make a person completely change, you must sue him, what he has always believed in is a big mistake,

Anyway, the prophet of Ferran has been hanging for hundreds of years, and it is estimated that even the corpse has turned into dirt, so it should not matter if he splashes a little dirty water!

The fat man thought this very unconscionablely, his voice stopped, his eyes showed a trace of regret, he took a deep breath, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know, in the legend of the Sukh tribe who guarded Emuto, even if the holy daughter of the Sukh tribe died alone in the last years, she was not willing to go to the place where the real prophet was buried to see the poor man, because the man who once dared to take on the role and was called the omnipotent prophet was already a dead person in her heart!" The temple under Emuto, the remains of the saintess you saw, there are more expressions of disappointment in that man!"

Ferrantir already had a faint state of madness on his face, and if it weren't for the terrifying force of the dead fat man, he would have rushed up to beat this hateful fat man

"Isn't it?"

The fat man didn't let him go, he wanted to fight to death, he had already seen a huge crack in Ferrantir's heart, so he pretended to smile disapprerovingly, and said loudly, "The Ferran family has had people serve as red-clothed priests in the temple for generations, mainly responsible for managing archives and records. Naturally, they also have the right to read the archives of the temple."

"That poisoning case involving thousands of people because of the death of the prophet, you should know about it" The fat man's words changed, revealing a downright coldness, "The poisoning case?" Ferrantir's angry face was unexpectedly stunned, he didn't know why Vekia Falcon mentioned this, but his face immediately changed, and the painful expression was like someone violently uncovered a dusty scar, he now knew that the prophet did not die from that poisoning, so the connotation of that incident is worth playing

The fat man casually picked up an old document on the table and said slowly, "This is an archive taken from the temple. It was one of the most tragic cases in the early days of the Sky Temple, the highly respected Prophet Phelan suddenly disappeared, and the Temple needed a reasonable explanation for the believers, and the Temple investigated and found that some of the priests who trusted the Prophet the most were bewitched by the doctrine of sin, and secretly poisoned the Prophet Phelan who was still in his prime, and finally these sacrifices were burned to death, because 7,000 people were secretly cleansed because of this matter. Of those, 784 were temple priests, and 7 were red-clothed priests, accounting for half of the red-clothed priesthoods at that time, and I'm sure you have a history of some of the bloody purges during the time when the temple was divided. More or less know a little bit about it."

Ferrantir was silent, but his face was as ugly as if he had been slapped in the face, and he couldn't even scream, he knew about the case that had been hidden by the Temple for hundreds of years. He had also seen that file

The fat man decided to give him another final blow, and said in a cold voice, "Such an explanation, the Ferran family will also believe it? This is obviously a casual crime, for the cruel clean-up of the prophet's faction back then, and these people are Phellan's most loyal followers, the so-called investigation, must also be a bloody process that is unbearable to witness, because of a man's cowardice, let countless people who believe in him bleed, it is no wonder that after that turmoil, no one in the entire temple is still willing to seek the truth, even those who were once the most determined do not want to know that their so-called prophet is actually a coward who escapes reality, do you really think that it is a person worthy of respect？”

The fat man's voice stopped, and he glanced at Ferrantir, who was pale below, Ferrantir stood in the temple in a daze, and the sunlight shining down from the zenith didn't seem to be able to dispel the faint sense of darkness on his body, it was an extremely cold gray, and he knew that it was almost the same, if he continued to fight, this guy would be almost nervous if he didn't have a mental breakdown, "It won't be because of the collapse of faith, so it's dementia!" The fat man rolled his eyes a little worriedly, he had spent so much thought, but he didn't want to get an idiot

After a long time, the arrogance on Ferrantil's face had long since disappeared, he held his head high, looked at the zenith of the temple, haggard and seemed to have aged a lot, and finally withdrew his gaze, looked at the fat man in front of him, and said in a trembling voice, "Is this why you want to see me? Isn't it a little too shameful for a person like His Majesty to use the excuse of having been to the place where the Prophet's bones are buried!"

"Been is been there, look what this is!"

The fat man didn't know whether he was angry or funny and glanced at this Ferrantir, it was not bad, it was very fast, the arrogance could be discarded, but the confidence couldn't, the fat man pulled up a book from the bottom of the table and made a book page with thick leather, spotted yellow, a quaint breath came to his face, and at first glance it was an ancient book with a long history.

"It's ......"

Ferrantir's face was wonderful, his eyes were bulging, his eyes were staring at the notebook in the fat man's hand, and his nose was whistling and making heavy breathing,

He saw that on the cover of the page was an ancient blue metal clip, and the round closure of the clip was just merged into a heraldic lock that the starlight shot out in all directions, which was a diary of the prophet Ferran who had been buried by the fat man from the place where the prophet was buried.

The heraldic pattern on it is naturally the starlight coat of arms of the genuine Ferran family.

There were two diaries that the fat man gave to the high priest of the sky for safekeeping, but this one was fragile because it was protected by a lock and the pages inside the metal lock had been preserved for hundreds of years, so Parschena did not forcibly open the lock.

This time the fat man is going back to Vicchia. Considering the heavy weight of the contents of this notebook, and the fact that the pages could not be opened for the time being, he asked Nilai to ask for it back from Parschena, and the fat man believed that the craftsmen in the Imperial Weapons Research Institute were better at picking locks than Parschena, the high priest,

"Can you let me take a look?" Ferrantir's entire mind was on this diary, and he didn't know where he had run to that little confidence just now

"Of course, this is your thing!" the fat man hesitated for a moment, and handed over the notebook in his hand, which could be seen from Ferrantir's trembling hands that took the diary. Even if Ferrantir were to die on his own, he would never let the book be harmed

"Unfortunately, the lock cannot be opened!, otherwise, you would have known more about the Prophet!" said the fat man in a lamented tone

"When...... Of course it can't be opened," Ferrantir frantically brushed the metal surface of the diary with his hand, lowered his head, and said to himself, "Without a key, anyone who forcibly opens these diaries is said to be dead!" This is a family rumor, it is said that the ancestor put a death curse on the diary. There was once a servant who tried to open a mysterious diary while the Prophet was away, only to be turned into minced meat on the spot!"

"Death, minced meat!"

The pupils in the fat man's eyes shrank slightly, what do you mean! He didn't believe that there was any curse or anything like that! His eyes swept over the lock of this diary with great concentration, and the unique pull bolt structure made the fat man inadvertently think of a possibility, and immediately broke out in a cold sweat. Poisonous! The fat man stepped back cautiously, for he saw Ferrantir seemingly studying the coat of arms that locked the book, at this moment. What important information and other things have long been left behind by the fat man, and what he thinks now is that if this guy is completely desperate, he will die with him!

"Looks like it's here!"

At this moment, he saw Ferrantir, who had been studying the book buckle for several minutes, suddenly stretched out his left hand carefully, and gently took off a family heraldic ring on the middle finger of his left hand.

I saw that the middle line of the ring was slightly cracked, and from this cracked crack rose a tiny zigzag protrusion like a cross, Ferrantir corresponded to the direction of the heraldic ring according to the coat of arms of the book, and then closed it gently, and the subtle serrations actually closed the inconspicuous concave and convex in the middle of the book buckle.

Ferrantir let out a long sigh of relief, and after a few turns of the heraldic ring in his hand, with a crisp metallic sound, the sturdy bookclasp broke from the center line of the coat of arms, and it looked so harsh in the unusually quiet hall

"This ...... It's gear!"

The fat man was a little stupid to see, he also studied this book buckle, but he didn't find the socket of the key, he always thought that those subtle bumps in the center were the unevenness caused by the cooling of the metal during forging, but he didn't expect it to be the key mouth, it was really kind and rewarding, and he accidentally thought of the descendant of the imprisoned prophet, and he got such an unexpected joy

"Finally ......!"

Ferrantir had tears in her eyes. Fingers gently opened the withered yellow leather pages, no wonder Ferrantir was so excited, the mystery of the family, the glory of the ancestors, these things that had been completely abandoned by him, appeared in front of him so really, but the content in front of him made him stunned with excitement,

The pages were about the thickness of a thumb, but after a few pages they were gone, revealing a small empty space, filled with yellow and blue unknown threads strung together in it, and several red cylindrical objects were pressed under the thread, Ferrantir couldn't read this, but he didn't notice it, the fat man who also saw this scene was a stir, I go, this diary turned out to be a bomb! If someone forcibly pulls off the lock, it's like a grenade that has been pulled out, and after a few seconds, the diary is turned into minced meat along with the person holding it......

At this moment, the fat man thought that he was just holding a fierce grenade that could fall off at any time, and he was dangling it in an extremely chic manner, and he almost wanted to scold his mother, Prophet Ferran, we are all traversers, so I won't take you to play like this

"Seems to be something down there?"

Ferrantir gave full play to the fearless spirit of the ignorant, and flicked the wire bomb inside a few times.

The fat man's face was white, and his feet were trembling, no wonder he deliberately piled up the diary outside the burial place, probably this is how he planned it!

Let the tomb robbers without the key, after angrily tearing open the clasp, will be wiped out along with these things that seem to have the greatest value......!

If it weren't for wanting to know what secret Prophet Ferran was trying to protect with the bomb, the fat man would have run more than ten meters away by now

After pushing back the lines, Ferrantir unexpectedly pulled out a folded piece of leather from the bottom

In fact, Baozi doesn't like to write about internal affairs, but the previous pit was too big, so I filled in some (to be continued......