"Frank, since you said that group of people were so cruel, so strong, and so smart, why didn't they just kill your ancestors to silence them?"
"Yes, your ancestor is still alive. Obviously, he didn't keep his promise. Otherwise, how could you know? Who knows if he told anyone else except telling stories to his descendants in his later years?"
"Yeah, yeah, it seems that the super organization you mentioned is not so cold-blooded..."
The friends around him started to make fun of him, which made Frank's boasting seem a little shaky.
"Well, we can't say that everything is absolute. In the story passed down in the family, your mentor was actually a very good person...Okay, I admit that I have a certain degree of artistic exaggeration!"
“Hahahaha… you’re finally telling the truth… the real explanation is that you completely made up the story!”
"How could there be such a thing..."
The friends burst into laughter again, and the girl he had a crush on was also smiling. Since the professor was not in the class, the class became free time and the atmosphere was cheerful, but this made Frank embarrassed.
"This is true. If you don't believe me, you can check it online. There aren't many records, though."
Someone asked Frank for the correct spelling of a word, and jokingly opened his phone to type it in.
"Are you kidding? It really exists!! But there are very few records...wait..."
One girl stopped smiling.
There is not much information online, not even enough to fill the first page of the mobile phone search link, but the content is somewhat unexpected.
Although there are some accusations against Shuguang in some information, they are all autobiographical or unfounded content, and the context is not clear.
There are many remaining ones, but they are described as hope in the darkness...
"It's fake... It says here that they rescued Joan of Arc. Joan of Arc was actually arrested more than once, but she was rescued before... This is a fabrication of unofficial history. Anyway, it doesn't appear in textbooks..."
This attracted the attention of people around. Things become interesting when a "joke" has a real historical background.
"Here, it says here that they have crushed the undead tide in Dark Falls, and also swindled the property of local nobles and distributed it to the affected people, and provided medical treatment to resist diseases caused by the undead invasion... Undead?"
"Something like the Black Death?"
"It's possible..."
Peter in the distance sneered again and took a bite of the candy handed to him by Dim. The candy, which was as hard as a rock, was not much better than marshmallow in his mouth.
The information is quite scarce. The reason why the search was slightly more than Su Su's at that time was only because foreign search engines had different focuses. Even these were quite vague.
Some worship them as lights in the night, while others regard them as villains. The former are mostly ordinary people, but as for the latter, looking at those two or three memoirs, did the poor people in ancient times have the energy to entertain themselves with such things?
"So few records? That doesn't make sense at all."
"Frank, is this really the fraud organization you mentioned? Do they really have magic?"
Hearing this, Frank became proud, as if he were a member of the Dawn, looking down on the ignorant nobles around him.
"Didn't I tell you that this is their strongest point? They care a lot about 'traces handling', and even they themselves always talk about 'justice' and 'light'. If you are not a member of Dawn, you don't know their true nature at all. My ancestor was almost branded, so he knows it clearly."
"Tsk, if there really is magic, it seems possible to make your ancestors believe that it was all a lie. Or maybe you only understand half of the content of your ancestors' oath. Is the Dawn fake, or are your ancestors deliberately telling a false story to their descendants? Can you tell the difference?"
"This seems to explain why your ancestors dared to pass on their experiences to their descendants, don't you think so, Frank?"
The person who spoke was the girl that Frank had a crush on, and Frank couldn't refute her either emotionally or logically.
Hearing these words, Peter turned around for the second time and looked at a girl with clear eyes.
'This girl is amazing!'
Even Peter himself was not clear about the operating model of the ancient Dawn. The Sage had personally admitted that Dawn had experienced a gap in its inheritance, and its vitality is far from recovered. And whether because of the gap or the progress of society, the model of Dawn will not remain unchanged. After all, it is not those rigid old antiques.
But at this moment, Peter had some associations with the ancient Dawn because of a few jokes from the distance behind him. Of course, this was no longer important, as Dawn had always been a forward-looking organization.
"Hey, Dim, I'm about to leave. I have something else to do in the afternoon, so I won't be in the dormitory. Please help me take my bag back!"
After saying that, Peter handed his backpack to his friend.
"What? Something fun, can I go?"
"Sorry, it's a private matter. It's inconvenient for you to show up."
…
At the university gate, a grey Volkswagen stopped right in front of Peter who had stopped walking. The two cars seemed to be approaching each other from a distance with this as their final destination, and arrived at the same time.
Open the passenger door, get in the car, restart the car and drive away.
The total time a vehicle stays at the school gate will not exceed 5 seconds.
Now, there are at least more than 300 members of the Silent Knights who are in the reserve force and above. It is impossible for Peter to be familiar with every one of them. In fact, he is most familiar with his peers. However, due to Baru's "kind" training, all members of the Silent Knights are quite united.
The two of them developed a good understanding after only exchanging a few words through the software.
"I have 5 points this time. This way, I will be one step closer to my baby."
Nisso, who was driving, smiled and chatted with Peter.
"Yes, but I have trained very hard. In addition to the rations, I have also exchanged a lot of flowers of life and vermilion fruits. I have also used the secret realm illusion several times. So I am a poor man with no 'savings'. It's a drop in the bucket for my 'lover'..."
Peter felt helpless.
"Why didn't you release the new reward album earlier?"
"Hiss, the Secret Realm Illusion, this is a luxury thing, it is said that it consumes a lot of magic crystals, you are willing to spend it? But the growth of strength is the hard truth, as for the weapons, I heard from my mentor that the association's current forging technology has a bottleneck, the speed is very slow, even if you have enough points, you can't get it immediately."
"You actually have a mentor! You're so lucky. No wonder you're so well-informed. So, what's the bottleneck?"
Peter became curious.
Niso handed the gum to Peter and answered.
"Magic steel is too difficult to forge. It is too hard and has a strange melting point. The magic master in charge of forging it can only use the magic array to control it, but the error tolerance is very low, so the speed cannot be increased. I heard that if it does not meet the appropriate requirements after cooling, it is very difficult to re-melt it. It is not as cost-effective as forging it from scratch."
They exchanged information about their favorite weapons and some interesting stories, and also focused on happily discussing how terrible the previous training camp was, and whether any of their acquaintances would be entering the next one.
After more than twenty minutes, we arrived at Tulip Street, more than ten kilometers away, which is already a corner of the city.
The vehicle circled around and didn't sense any special smell, then parked in the parking space diagonally opposite No. 119.
Tulip Street sounds elegant, but it is not very lively. In fact, the buildings are old and the density is not high. There are few pedestrians around even in broad daylight.
It looks like an empty, wide square street, and it feels as if it is in the Industrial Revolution period, but the good thing is that it is full of classical atmosphere. However, it is obviously not a tourist attraction, and not many people appreciate it. After all, there are many similar places in Germany and Italy.
Peter and Nisso got out of the car, looked through dozens of meters to see the house number clearly, and stared at the target location.
From the outside, the building at No. 119 does not look like the style of the Dawn Association at all, and is almost the same as the surrounding buildings.
The triangular roofs on several sides are plain and the surrounding walls are square, but they are also very special in that they are large, much taller than the surrounding buildings and occupy a relatively large area.
The two of them confirmed the details of the information provided by the association again, and only approached the place after keeping some things in mind.
The doorbell rang behind the closed door, and the two knew there was someone inside.
But after pressing the button several times, there was no sound of footsteps inside.
"There are two possibilities. Either he didn't hear it, or he didn't want to open the door at all. What do you think?"
"the latter."
Peter and Niso asked and answered questions.
You can't wake up someone who's pretending to be asleep, and you can't make someone who's pretending no one is home open the door.
Not wanting to cause dislike, nor being able to use methods beyond those of ordinary people, the two decided to go back to the car and wait. They were not lacking in patience, after all, the mission was to investigate.
Inside the building, there is a very large living room, and the floors are all in a circular duplex structure.
There are many rooms on each floor. Outside the rooms are corridors, guardrails and supporting columns, and you can directly overlook the living room downstairs.
This is true for the second and third floors all the way to the sixth floor, with the only exception being the attic on the seventh floor. The layers of corridors and the supporting columns that look like fences from a distance together create a unique sense of layering.
I don't know why there is such a special design.
If your eyesight is good enough, you can see every door on the 6th floor directly from the first floor, but because of the upward angle, you can only see above the door frame on the highest floor.
There is a large remodeled bedroom on the second floor, which is formed by connecting two rooms.
At this time, there was a man in his thirties lying in the big bed. He listened carefully for a while, and when he didn't hear the doorbell again, he continued to sleep contentedly.
More than an hour later, the man was woken up by a cell phone ring. After answering the call, he was startled by a sharp and loud voice.
"Brother!! You are sleeping in again! It's already 3pm!!!"
"Oh, Manny, I finally got a vacation... How can you get married in the future if you stay like this? Oh, by the way, ask Frank to bring me a case of dark beer. We've drunk all the beer at home."
The female voice on the other end of the phone sounded angrily.
"Then get up quickly and help clean the room. Although our family no longer does the rental business, if father knew that the room was too dirty, he would definitely scold us!"
"Don't mention that coward who hasn't shown up for several years. I'm here. My salary and subsidies are enough for us to have food and clothing. Next time I'll block that account and don't need him to remit money to us anymore!"
The man got up with amazing perseverance and put on a winter coat in half a minute.
A big house has its own hardships. In winter, it is very cold outside the room.
I glanced out the window and saw my brother getting out of the car with something in his arms.
The moment Peter saw Frank in the Volkswagen in the distance, he couldn't help but frown.
"Is it him?"
"Why, do you know each other?"
"Well, I've seen him at school, but I didn't have a good impression of him..."
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