Everyone present immediately perked up, and their eyes fell on Old Grimm. The Fallen Angel incident was like a headless case, leaving their small team with no idea where to start. They didn't know where to go or where to go.
Quinn Adams showed up in time and showed them a path. They followed this path and rescued Old Grimm. What Old Grimm said next might be the core of the whole incident.
Only by figuring out the whole thing would they know where to go.
Old Grimm turned a deaf ear, and continued to eat the barbecue and drink the beer. No one was in a hurry, and just waited.
After a few minutes, Old Grimm burped comfortably, sat cross-legged on the ground, and looked at the cement ceiling. "Speaking of which, this happened 48 years ago …"
A stormy night, in the Vatican's archives.
It was 3: 30 in the morning, and some places in the Vatican were lit up throughout the night.
The archives was one of them, and there were people on duty 24 hours a day. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, people would come to search for information.
The Dragon Knight wore the silver armor of the Commandment Knights, and walked through the quiet corridor expressionlessly. The dim yellow light shone on his cold face, making him look more and more inhumane.
The knights of the Commandment Knights were inhumane in the eyes of the members of the Vatican. They would stare at you with cold eyes, and then secretly investigate your personal relationships, finances, and other private matters.
Once they found out that you neglected your duties and abused your power for personal gain, the blade of justice would fall.
And as the leader of the Commandment Knights, the Dragon Knight could be said to be hated by everyone. Everyone was afraid of him, and there were not many people who were uncorrupted these days.
But at the same time, everyone trusted him, because this guy had a one-track mind, and did not know what personal feelings were. He always handled matters impartially.
The archives of the Vatican was as big as an ordinary university library. There were no miscellaneous books in it, and it stored the biographies of the popes of the Vatican, the leaders of the knights, the cardinals, and other figures, as well as the chronicles of the Vatican, major events that happened in the past, and so on.
"Dragon Knight!" The librarian in charge of guarding the door stood up and bowed.
The Dragon Knight nodded and went straight in.
His boots stepped on the smooth marble floor, and the clear sound echoed in the silent archive room.
The Dragon Knight plunged into the Chronicle Bookshelf with a purpose. He looked at the timetable and searched year after year.
Taking a stroll in the clock of time was like opening the door to history. Experiencing the glory and decline of the Church made one feel respect for time from the bottom of their heart.
History books were mankind's greatest creation, second to none.
"1972."
Found it.
The year 1972 was written on the top of the bookshelf. Other than the Chronicles of the Vatican, there were also some relevant events on the corresponding shelves. The Chronicles mostly recorded some secular affairs such as personnel appointments within the Vatican.
In the past year, the biggest change in personnel in the Church was the fall of the leader of the Holy Knights. The Dragon Knight remembered that it was around ten years later, in 1982, that Pesce officially became the commander of the Temple Knights and took off the title of acting commander.
That year, he was still a teenager. He attended the ceremony as a knight apprentice, and the pope personally held the coronation ceremony for Pess.
The Dragon Knight was a Psychic Awakened, so he flipped through the pages very quickly. Very soon, he had finished reading the personnel appointments of the year 72.
"Kane probably didn't want me to see this. Hmm, let me take a look at the mission records." The Dragon Knight stuffed the book back and took out another book. This was a book that recorded the external missions and events of the Church.
For example, in the year 72, the president of the Supers Association came to visit. The pope warmly received him and exchanged views on the relationship between the Church and the Supers Association, as well as major international and regional issues of mutual concern.
The pope pointed out.
The president agreed.
Something like this would not be recorded in the annals, but in a separate record.
The Dragon Knight carefully flipped through the book. Other than Green Adolf's sacrifice, nothing too big happened in the year 1972.
As he flipped, the Dragon Knight suddenly froze.
He opened the book as wide as he could and saw the shallow, jagged tear marks.
This meant that one or more pages had been torn. The technique was very meticulous. If the Dragon Knight had not been careful and opened the book to the fullest, he would not have noticed those missing pages.
If there were no surprises, what Quinn Adams wanted him to find was recorded on the few pieces of paper that had disappeared.
Obviously, something must have happened in 1972. The person behind the scenes wanted to hide it, so he tore off those pages.
"The trail is broken." The Dragon Knight frowned.
Quinn Adams probably didn't expect this situation either.
"He asked me to find the information in 1972, which means that I should have been able to find the answer here. But now that the trail is broken, it can only mean that the person behind the scenes has noticed this."
The pages were torn off recently.
The Dragon Knight turned and walked to the reception desk. The young administrator was napping on the desk, snoring softly.
The Dragon Knight knocked on the desk and woke him up. The administrator stood up in panic, his back straight, but his eyes were still sleepy. "What can I do for you?"
"Take a look at the surveillance for the past two days," the Dragon Knight said.
There were surveillance cameras everywhere in the archive room, and the surveillance content was stored for 72 hours. If someone secretly tore off the information, the surveillance would expose him.
But the Dragon Knight was disappointed. The surveillance that was facing the bookshelf in 1972 had been deleted.
"Huh? Why is it gone?" The young administrator was also confused and scratched his head.
"Who was on duty that day?" The Dragon Knight's expression did not change.
It was normal for the surveillance to be deleted. As the commander of the commandment team, he had investigated enough cases to circle the earth. He was used to big storms and had seen smarter guys than this.
Anything, as long as it was done, would leave a trace that could not be cleaned up.
If you felt like you couldn't find a clue, it was because you didn't find any.
It wasn't a big problem.
"Joseph Charlotte," the caretaker replied.
The Dragon Knight nodded. "Help me find the backup information for 1972."
Behind the administrator was a storage cabinet that reached the ceiling. It was similar to the medicine cabinets in ancient China's medicine shops. Each small cabinet had a year written on it, and inside it was a USB drive. The USB drive contained the backup information of the relevant years.
Finding the USB drive, the administrator said, "The backup information can't be taken away. Would you like to see it now?"
The Dragon Knight grunted and walked in. He sat in front of the computer and browsed the backup information.
As he expected, the backup information was the same as the book, which meant that a small part was missing.
The Dragon Knight asked casually, "How long have you been managing the archive?"
"Six years."
"Have you seen the information for 1972?"
A smart detective had to learn to take the initiative to look for clues. Instead of staring at the clues in front of him and continuing to investigate. That kind of detective had no soul.
"No." The administrator shook his head.
A smart detective had to be aware of the futility of his efforts.
The young administrator carefully glanced at the Dragon Knight's handsome profile. He frowned, his eyes full of disappointment. This big shot was acting strangely today. It was confusing. He gathered his courage and asked, "If you want to find more backups, there should be more from this year."
The Dragon Knight suddenly raised his head, his eyes burning. "What did you say?"
"From 1970 to 2008, my teacher was involved in the compilation of all the information. My teacher has a habit of keeping the failed or flawed information in the printing process," the administrator said.
"Where?" The Dragon Knight immediately perked up.
"It should still be in the basement."
"Take me there!"
The administrator was frightened by the Dragon Knight's sharp gaze and nodded repeatedly.
There was a door at the end of the archive. Behind the door was a spiral staircase. Following the staircase, they came to the basement.
No one had visited this place for many years. The books stored here had been fermenting for many years, and there was a thick musty smell in the air.
The young administrator found the light switch. The white incandescent light sizzled and flickered. These light bulbs hadn't been changed for a long time, so the voltage wasn't very stable.
There were many books stored in the basement. They were stacked on rusty steel shelves, and the books were covered in dust.
The administrator covered his nose and frowned. "There are too many books. I can't tell which one is which. Maybe there is, maybe there isn't."
The Dragon Knight nodded. "Go back to your post. I'll stay here alone."
The administrator left and closed the metal door. In the darkness, it made a crisp but not loud clang.
The Dragon Knight slowly flipped through the books. He wasn't in a hurry, as he had plenty of time. The books in the basement were all defective products left over from when they were printed. Some of them were typeset incorrectly, while others had problems with the paper they were printed on. They should have all been destroyed, but due to a certain librarian's habit, they were accidentally left here.
Half an hour later, he found it.
The book in the Dragon Knight's hand was exactly the same as the one above. However, there was a problem with the ink during printing, so it was classified as defective.
Holding the book in his hand, he didn't flip through it immediately. Instead, he hesitated for a moment.
What Quinn Adams wanted to tell him was in this book. Thinking of the recent Fallen Angel incident and the Blood Knight's betrayal, it was very likely related to them.
Taking a deep breath, he flipped it open.
Relying on his intuition, he directly flipped to the right part. As expected, the content was something he had never seen before.
"1972, February 11, intelligence of cultist activities came from the suburbs of Carus City. They used human blood as paint to draw arrays, suspected to be sacrifices to evil gods, and imprisoned the souls of the dead, turning them into vengeful spirits."
Cultists were crazy, inhumane forces of blood kin. They were superstitious, bloodthirsty, and their values were inconsistent with normal blood kin. Terrorists, on the other hand, were purely bad people. They were anti-human, or they killed and destroyed for fun. There was a difference in the definition of the two.
There had been a lot of cultists in Europe since ancient times. In fact, it was more or less related to the Vatican. Some small countries with strong materialism usually didn't have cultists. Even if they did, they were outsiders, because there was no soil for cultists.
"The Vatican sent three squads of knights to deal with them, but all of them died in the hands of the cultists, including the elite squad led by deputy commander Carla Thomas."
"More and more knights died in the assassinations of the cultists. February 20, the pope personally led the leader of the Holy Knights, Green Adolf, to fight the cultists. "
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