"That may mean that many celebrities in our history books are still alive today, maybe they have just changed their identities." After Annick said this, he remembered the black shadow. This guy claimed to have participated in the Thousand Years War, and he might be one of the famous commanders.

Official, and then it was written down in history books.

"Maybe, by the way, I may go to Eggsburg next month. If the gentlemen are free, why don't we meet together?"

"Eggsburg?"

Annick and Jones said in unison, and then looked at each other.

Is it him? The rebellious policeman.

I remembered that this guy was the guy I debated with last year, and I almost forgot that he was the editor-in-chief of the Pioneer.

The two guys knew each other's identities, looked at each other, and forgot what Rose said.

"Yes, I came to ski. You know there are no mountains in the south of the kingdom."

Elizabeth believed that there was no loophole in what she said. It was because it coincided with the Princess of the Kingdom's tour at that time, so her identity would be exposed.

"Well, I'm usually very busy at work. If Miss Rose doesn't mind, we can have dinner together."

Jones felt that he was not familiar with the people present, so he still declined. Of course, politeness was still necessary.

"Unfortunately, I should be at sea between Leaf and Bruguet. After all, I have business to run."

Due to his identity, Drake naturally did not want to come into contact with the nobles. Although he and Annick knew each other, they had common interests after all.

"I would like to participate, but I have been busy selecting sites for coal mines recently, and the people of Dunland need me."

Martin also refused. Seeing three consecutive rejections, Annick felt a little unbearable.

Is this the earliest meeting among netizens? A virtual chat room can also be considered netizens.

"Ahem, if Miss Rose is free, I am free on the weekend and can accompany you to visit Eggsburg for a day."

"Really? Then I'm looking forward to it."

Elizabeth recovered from her depression, and her tour in February was finally not so boring.

"You'd better not expect too much, after all there won't be much to do in Eggersberg."

Annick still took a vaccination first.

"Okay, by the way, Mr. Tianping, you mentioned the location of the coal mine?"

Martin nodded and said, "Yes, there is no shortage of coal in Dunland, but I don't know the location."

"Perhaps I can provide some help."

When Jones heard this, he immediately thought of Rio Tinto Mining. He met many old miners and technicians while defending Metesky.

"Oh, Mr. Reporter, does he also know about mining?"

"I don't know, but I know many professionals in the industry. I can introduce them to Dunland to serve you."

After this reporter's words, Annick confirmed his identity and asked tentatively.

"Mr. Reporter, the professionals you introduced are not the employees of Rio Tinto Mining who caused trouble in Eggsburg some time ago."

Did he also recognize himself? But it doesn't matter, there should be no conflict between him and himself.

"Yes, Mr. Detective, you also know the professionalism of this group of people. If it is just a coal mine, there will be no problem in leaving it to them. However, in addition to maintaining the salary in Bruguet, I want to fight for a right for them."

When Martin heard this, he had an idea in his mind and said directly: "Don't worry about the salary, it will definitely not be less."

Jones nodded, and then said: "What I want is fairness. These are immigrants from Leaf and other countries. They hope to receive the same treatment as domestic workers, including working meals and disability compensation."

"Is that all?"

"That's all."

"Mr. Reporter, please contact the Anglican Church in Don Landles City directly. Just write Mr. Balance as the addressee. In the name of the God of Justice, I promise to have the same attitude towards them."

It seems that Mr. Tianping trusts each other enough, but Les City does not seem to be famous. If someone here searches carefully, he should still be able to find the real person.

"Ah, okay, I will write to you tomorrow, but please send someone trustworthy to Eggsburg."

Is this person trustworthy? Martin immediately thought of Jacob and might arrange for him to go on a business trip.

"Doesn't anyone have any new ideas? Then let me share the rumors I heard in the oldest association."

Everyone nodded, and only Jones, who was absent last time, asked.

"The oldest association?"

"Yes, at least on the surface they claim that it can be traced back to the Golden Age, the once famous Dawn Star."

Everyone didn't react much, after all, the current Dawn Morning Star is just a group of old guys forming a sect that is about to be destroyed.

"Tsk, no response? Then let me start with the Holy Father of the Golden Age."

Next, Annick recounted the myths and legends he heard from Bush, and everyone had mixed reactions after listening to them.

Martin replied without hesitation: "This is blasphemous. I have seen major churches and associations praising the power of the gods they believe in, but the Holy Father mentioned by Dawn Star is simply the identity of the mentor of all existing gods, and it is not limited to humans.

, the gods of other races seem to have benefited from his death."

This is not because of how devout he is to the God of Justice he believes in, but the first reaction of a normal believer. The authority described by the Holy Father can almost be described as omniscient, omnipotent, and creator of everything. From the perspective of ordinary people in the Black Iron Age,

, not even the four evil gods dared to say that.

"No, maybe Dawn Morning Star exaggerated a part, but the eight righteous gods now may have really benefited from this Holy Father. After all, according to Mr. Detective's description, Dawn Morning Star can still exist semi-publicly.

The Church of God only forbids them from publicly promoting the secrets of the Golden and Silver Era, instead of choosing physical collective annihilation, which shows that there is still some affection."

Drake's thinking starts from interests and reality. After all, such a group of low-level and low-status existences can be eliminated by just a small team sent by the Eight Orthodox Churches. They can tolerate their existence. Naturally, there are interests that no one knows about. Then

They were afraid that the content they promoted would offend the authority of the gods.

"I sorted things out, and I didn't expect to gain so much tonight. It's a pity that I can't report it."

Jones committed the habit of being a professional media person again, but realized that these contents could not be published, otherwise he would either die in the dirty sewers of Eggsburg the next day, or be captured by the little black men and thrown into the dungeon.

"You'd better not report it. By the way, let's not say whether the legend of the Holy Father is true, but there is an obvious problem. The Holy Father fell at the end of the Golden Era, and the eight righteous gods rose up in the middle and late Silver Era. During the millennium

It is the era of elves, dragons and giant vampires. Logically speaking, humans are the strongest under the leadership of the Holy Father. How come there are no gods for thousands of years? What happened in the gap during this period, and

What role did the group of self-proclaimed cultivators play in the war between the good gods and the evil gods?"

Annick looked at the conference room, and it started to become blurry. Today's meeting seemed to be taking too long, and the light ball was about to close here, so he hurriedly shook off all his problems. He said the last sentence.
Chapter completed!