"Boss, what did you just say?" Gray didn't expect me to name these two swords so quickly.

I repeated: "I mean, these two swords are called Ganjiang Moye!"

I pointed to the two swords and explained solemnly: "Yang Sword Ganjiang, Yin Sword Moye! You can't let me call me Gold Sword and Silver Sword all the time, right? Especially the name Silver Sword, it sounds awkward no matter how you sound."

"Okay... Boss, just be happy."

Gray nodded indifferently and said, "But these two swords were found in the lake, which seems suspicious. Boss Marcus, aren't you curious too?"

I shook my head: "What I encountered today was much stranger than this. Two swords appeared in the lake. It was nothing more than someone deliberately throwing things in. At most, I doubt the motive of doing this, but also

It’s not weird.”

I pointed to the ore outside the door, "What's even more surprising to me is that there are actually steel buried in the mines in Ore Town! Think about it, in this remote place where even light industry does not exist, there is obviously a heavy industry system.

Isn’t it surprising that a steel building that only one can own is buried underground?”

Gray also scratched his head in confusion: "I don't think I heard Grandpa say this. The ore there is very pure, but I have heard of it."

"Forget it, I didn't expect you to be of any use."

Gray, the blacksmith master, was also a half-way monk, and Sabara didn't teach him any of the techniques he was supposed to learn, let alone the background knowledge about forging and materials.

What's even more unfortunate is that Gray's forging concept was also created under my guidance. In this case, it would be nice not to do me any harm.

"But, I seem to have seen something of this style..." Gray said unwillingly, thinking hard to provide some useful clues.

"what do you know?"

Gray thought for a long time and finally said something.

"I seem to remember seeing similar patterns in Father Carter's history book. At that time, I was listening to a class with Yu and Mei in the church, and I happened to flip through the book and found it. I thought it looked good, so I wrote it down."

Priest’s history book?

Is it that mysterious historical manuscript?

I recalled that history book with very detailed research, various illustrations, paintings, field trips, and quotations. I wanted to write everything I knew in it, and I also had some clues in my mind.

First of all, these two swords are themselves very advanced iron smelting products. They need superb smelting technology as a guide, so there must be a huge civilization behind them to support them. Even if they are overseas, it is impossible to have no traces of history at all.

Leave.

If there is really a record of this pattern in that history book, then I can guess which civilization it belongs to. Thus, the mysterious buildings buried in the mine can gradually come to light.

"Well...this is a good clue. I'll go and ask."

Having made up my mind, I grabbed the two swords from Gray's hands and hid them at my waist and in my windbreaker.

Gray looked at his empty hands in despair, and said reluctantly: "Boss, after you finish asking, you must give me these two swords to study! I feel that there is a technological breakthrough I want in them!"

"Next time I'll do it, next time I'll do it."

"Also, you should talk to Father Carter less. He is famous for telling ghost stories." Gray warned again, and it seemed that he had received threats from unscrupulous priests.

Of course I know this. The existence of this priest can be called a disaster in occultism. Not only is he engaged in feudal superstition, he also likes to talk about strange things and make up sensational stories.

information.

On the other hand, as the priest in charge of the small town church, he also upholds an extremely irresponsible attitude. He throws away dangerous creatures at will, turning a blind eye to possible harm. The only thing he loves is hiding in the house, sleeping in, and then continuing.

The opportunities to dream are scary everywhere.

…………

After walking out of the hospital, I walked more than a hundred meters to the left and came to the door of the church.

The magnificent and magnificent church still stands there silently, as if it is an old man keeping vigil, waiting for a grand occasion that may never come.

Since the day this church was founded, there has been no grand gathering or lively mass. And according to Father Carter's attitude, there is a high probability that there will be no such opportunity in the future.

I gently pushed open the heavy door, only to feel that the entire church hall was empty and cold, with a kind of fog that could not be seen clearly, shrouding my eyes. This kind of secludedness was completely different from that of a hospital.

The horror of the hospital lies in the extreme coldness and desolation, like a skeleton with icy muscles and jade bones, looking coldly at everything in time, about to freeze all emotions. What comes to mind in this environment is Frankenstein

Stitched monsters and mutated weirdos mock the fragility of human emotions with a cold scientific attitude.

The horror of the church lies in an indescribable solemnity and majestic pressure, just like an iceberg capsized in front of your eyes, a feeling of imminent disaster. The broad dome above your head also seems to have turned into an eggshell that can be broken when you poke it.

The terrifying danger is about to shatter the illusion of comfort and reveal the true horror of the universe.

I looked at the ceiling of the church in a daze, as if I saw a face that did not belong to this world, with a black mouth and vacant eyes, emerging from the religious scrolls filled with stars, mythical beasts and monsters.

, overlooking everything below.

At this time, the church gave me the feeling that it took me back to a barbaric and dark Middle Ages. There were cruel zombies, hidden vampires, ferocious lichs, bloodthirsty monsters and people lurking outside the door.

, a witch whose mind is filled with forbidden spells.

This church is like the last fortress of solitude. It uses thin stained glass windows to block terror, leaving people with the opportunity to face real fear through the window. From those auspicious moments, we can also accurately identify the vision in people's eyes.

of fear and helplessness.

"Father? Father, are you there?"

Ever since I got the colonist system, I have developed a mysterious and mysterious intuition about the crises in the outside world, which can almost be said to be the ability to predict. This ability has helped me identify dangerous things countless times and given me accurate guidance.

Therefore, this time, I did not regard my intuition as an illusion. I could only be more cautious and move forward more carefully, hoping to get an answer from the priest.

But just as I walked to the middle of the church, a deep voice suddenly sounded, which almost scared me to death.

"In the boundless darkness, there are countless unsolved mysteries hidden. However, there are always some curious people who bravely hold up the torch of exploration in the darkness to peer into the mysterious, bizarre, and terrifying unknown world.

"

"Marcus, are you here to find the answer in your heart?"
Chapter completed!