Looking at the people who walked out from the dim candlelight, Tuman raised his white eyebrows slightly. In his eyes, the first thing he saw were the nobles of Cruz who were walking at the front. Although these dukes were covered in dirt, their expensive clothes were tattered and covered in dirt, but their actions were still decent. After going through a dangerous situation, their expressions were still calm.
Behind them, there were soldiers and refugees. Many of them were refugees from East Metz. They looked tired, distressed, and cowering, as if they were still in shock.
Finally, there were the people of Fanzin. The Knights of the Order of the Silver Horse walked with steady steps. They followed behind their Knight Commander without saying a word.
"At least these descendants of Gretel did not abandon their compatriots and kept their last bit of courage." Seeing this, the old man thought.
And when he was looking at the guests that he ordered the Mephistopheles and Andrique to bring, the other party was also looking at him.
This was a very typical Miirna person.
Although the Silver Queen claimed to have the support of the Miirna people, the truth was that it was just a trick played by the Dragon Queen and the others to deceive people.
At best, it was just some Senia people, some vassals of the Miirna people in the past. They were persecuted in this era, so they were full of nostalgia for the past era.
Ever since the last Miirna clan retreated into the Great Glacier during the Year of Glorious Gold, the world had never seen the silhouettes of those 'forerunners'. It was as if they had vanished from this world — at least on the surface.
But at this moment, the old man who appeared in front of them with snow-white eyebrows and beard, at least from the other party's appearance, there was no doubt that he was a Miirna person.
Those blood-red eyes were one of the most conspicuous features of the Miirna people after the Golden Bloodline degenerated.
A Miirna person was hiding in An Long's mine. From the other party's behavior, it seemed that he had been operating here for a long time. This time could be decades, or even centuries.
This thought raised the vigilance in everyone's heart.
Such a Miirna person, at this moment, led the homeless people of Cruz here. What was his intention?
Revenge?
At the mention of the Miirnas, the first impression that most people had of them was that they were gloomy, evil, and the mortal enemies of civilization. At least in the War of the Holy Saints described in the Pale Poem, as well as in the legends that had been passed down for thousands of years.
The crowd was in an uproar, and some soldiers even pulled out their swords. The lethality of the Miirna people was too great. The first thought that came to everyone's mind was that this was a trap. Although the other party seemed to be alone, who knew what was hidden in the darkness around them?
The gazes that fell on the vampire siblings, Mephistopheles and Andrique, became unfriendly.
But the people were cautious and did not make a move. Not to mention that the old Miirna person in front of them was unknown, and a dozen steps away, on the side of a bookshelf, Greysword Saint-mephistopheles was leaning there with his arms crossed, coldly watching these Cruz people.
Although they did not know why this Sword Saint had saved them before, at least the people of Cruz had not forgotten the unforgettable hatred between this person and the Empire.
Of course, there was also the terrible reputation of the other party.
Or just the identity of the Supreme Sword Saint was enough to make most people stop.
The only ones present who could suppress the Sword Saint in terms of strength were Rodrigue and Valla, and perhaps the Lady Saintess of the Lion Palace could barely be counted in.
With such a fearful thought, everyone could not help but look at Valla in the middle of the crowd.
Valla did not express his stance easily. In fact, apart from him and Veronica, most of the upper-class nobles of Kirrlutz were also unclear.
Compared to the blindness and fear of ordinary people, the upper echelons often thought more carefully because of their experience. The group of dukes knew that the other party had spent a lot of effort to lead them here, and it was not as simple as a simple revenge.
If not for this, before this, the other party only needed to stand by and watch, and they would have been a pile of bones by now.
Tuman did not care about these uncertain or unclear gazes. He glanced around at everyone and said, "I know what you are all thinking, but the hatred from a thousand years ago has long passed, and I think no one will mention these past events that should have been covered in the dust of history …"
Tuman's gaze swept across Valla. He knew this' young man '. He had seen him once in Alkash sixty years ago. Of course, at that time, he was still a young and strong man of action. He was a saint with an unwavering faith. Today, the other party had taken over the crown that symbolized the highest power of the Holy Cathedral of Fire from the hands of the old former Holy See, and had become a great figure who ruled over a region.
But such a great figure, he had seen many in the past thousand years, and Valla was just one of them. He even knew exactly everything that had happened in the past sixty years, the changes within the Empire and the transfer of power, even though he had not taken a step out of this place for ten centuries.
Then, his gaze swept across the others one by one. "First of all, forgive me for inviting all of you here without your consent. But I think this is necessary because all of you know this better than I do."
"My lord," Veronica spoke at this time, her voice still a little depressed. "Are you the one who wanted to see us? So, you already know everything that has happened outside, right? "
Tuman nodded.
"Including those monsters?"
"Including everything."
"My lord, are you from Miirna?"
"Yes, but that is not important, right? That is not what we are talking about. In fact, whether it's my identity or everyone else's identity, it's all irrelevant. Is this really what you want to know? "
"But." Veronica wanted to say something, but she did not speak.
"You want to say that you can't trust people of unknown origin, right?"
Veronica neither nodded nor shook her head, but it was obvious that this female commander's expression meant exactly that.
Next to her, Valla the Great Holy See carefully looked at the old man in front of him. The more he looked, the more surprised he became. In the end, his wrinkled face showed shock and disbelief. After listening to the conversation between Tuman and Veronica, he finally could not help but take a step forward and asked hesitantly. "If I may ask, you are …."
Tuman nodded. "You guessed right, I am the person you guessed. The one you call the Lord of Vanoga, and the one the Wind Elves call the Elemental Tyrant. But in fact, these are just false names. I still prefer my title as the curator of the Great Library. At that time, I did meet four smart and studious youths —"
Clang.
Someone's sword fell to the ground in a panic, and the man hurriedly bent down to pick it up. The others looked at him, but did not find it funny at all.
Everyone's face was pale.
Tuman.
Some people described the sky of history as a scene of stars dotting the sky. The legends of heroes and epics were intertwined, like stars of all sizes, dotting the twinkling sky.
But in this across the galaxy, there were only a few stars that could be said to be unprecedented. Their light shone on every era before and after.
These names were few. Other than the Four Sages, the Azure Knight, and the Dark Dragon, then if there was one left, it could only be the owner of such a name.
A person who became the Lord of the Elements and the Master of Magic.
The teacher of the Four Sages.
It was a legend in itself.
This name was once the deputy of the Dark Dragon, the great enemy of the ancient humans and the Silver Folk. But it also created this era with its own hands, passed down the modern system of magic and order, and created the elemental patterns.
This name represented a dark and bloody era, but at the same time, its grace spread over the next thousand years.
In the hearts of most mortals, this name was like a pair of intertwined contradictions. They always mentioned this name in awe and fear, but also with respect and fanaticism.
But such a name.
It should have shone in the sky twelve hundred years ago, and not now — today.
Tuman slowly put the closed book on the low table. Just this simple action made everyone present feel a suffocating momentum.
The old man smiled, knowing how these people recognized him. In fact, this was not surprising. The Four Holy Cathedrals had statues of him. He was once the teacher of the Four Sages, and the Holy Cathedrals had never denied this.
As for the others who discovered this later than Valla, it was only because they did not think of it, and did not dare to think of this possibility.
He looked at these people, but he recalled many things in his heart. It was the time a thousand years ago. In that era, he met four smart and brave young people.
In fact, from the first time he saw them, he knew that the fate of the Miirna Empire would go on a completely different track. But out of respect for the Goddess, he and Odin did not stop it from happening.
Some things changed, just like all the changes that had happened in this land in the past thousand years. After witnessing the irreversible flow of history and time, those who were extraordinary could often understand this point.
To break free from the shackles of fate, one must have extraordinary courage and persistence.
This kind of courage and perseverance had once been displayed by everyone in that era. They used an inspiring revolution to end that era, just like what the Azure Knights and their ancestors had done even further back in history.
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