On November 16th, cloudy turns to cloudy.

A ceremony is being held on the island offshore, attracting tourists from all over the world to visit the Atorat Festival Day every year.

Atorat Island is backed by the sea. There is a mountain on the island. There are ancient and artificially polished traces on the mountain, circling up layer by layer. Above are rows of tombstones and groups of crosses. They point to the sky in the same silent posture and stand for thousands of years, with mottled moss in the corners.

This small island is the world-famous Atorat Cemetery.

The deep death knell rang on the top of the mountain, and the sound of people was slim, and every tourist couldn't help but remain silent.

Because this is the last place for heroes to sleep.

It is said that the Atorat Cemetery was built two thousand years ago and raised funds from the temple. The earliest buried here was the Templars who sacrificed their lives to resist foreign invasions.

This tradition continues to this day, if a person dies, if the temple agrees to live in the Atorat Cemetery, the partner, parents or children of the deceased will be honored with life-long tax exemption in recognition of the outstanding contributions made by the citizen during his lifetime.

As for the memorial tradition on November 16, it began with a great war a thousand two hundred years ago.

At that time, a group of cults called themselves "black robes" emerged on the entire continent. They swept over more than a dozen countries like the infamous Black Death. In order to deal with this group of brain-deadly derailed, the countries on the mainland that were originally in trouble finally decided to form a coalition force, commanded by the Archbishop of the Temple of Sarah State.

After three years of war, this group of pioneers of world terrorism was finally eliminated.

It was on November 16 that the leader of the black robe, Parola, the terrorist leader with limited creativity, called himself Satan, was killed, and thus ended the three-year war dramatically.

The name of the hero who killed the big bad guy has been circulated so far, and his name is Carlos Flaret.

At the Atorat Cemetery a thousand and two hundred years later, a handsome blonde man and an elderly cemetery guard stopped in front of the tombstone with the name written. Next to the tombstone was a statue of Carlos Flaret - he was covered in thick armor, with strong arms and chest muscles exposed under the armor, square face, and a pair of firm and deep eyes. He looked at the direction of the distant sea with a calm expression.

The blonde man's half-length hair was tied behind his head, and was a little messy by the wind. He had a pair of gentle light brown eyes, hidden behind the frameless glasses, and narrowed slightly to stare at the statue in front of him: "Is that what Carlos is like? My mother's surname is Flaret before her marriage, but there is still no portrait of him left behind in our family."

The guard looked up according to his gaze: "Carlos Flaret is like a ghost, he has never left any portrait in his life, and there has been no news after the Black Robe Rebellion, and there is no record of him. Even this tomb built to commemorate him is buried in an empty coffin, and he seems to have never existed."

The blonde man laughed: "If he didn't exist, the children who grew up listening to his story will rebel."

"But no matter what, Atorat Festival Day is indeed unrelated to this person," the guard laughed, "Speaking of it... Gal, why did the Temple send you, a busy man on this anniversary?"

"It's my turn to be the guide for the rookie. I will return to the temple tomorrow and pass by Atorat and come to see you." Gal stretched, and the distant sea breeze blew gently on his face. "I just finished a mission. I will have a vacation for more than half a month in the future... To be honest, I almost forgot how to spell the word "vacation".

The guard turned around and looked at the people at the foot of the mountain who attended the memorial service.

They are of different men, women, young and old, speaking different languages ​​and have different skin colors, but they all look at the land of the dead that covers the entire hillside with the same awe.

The guardian stretched out his cane and went downstairs to point: "Look at them, you will feel that your hard work is worth it, and the temple will always be proud of you."

At this time, the memorial service was coming to an end, and the death knives stopped. A group of children in white lined up and released the doves in their hands. Only then did the tourists come over one after another, pick the white flowers on their chests and place them at the foot of the mountain.

The clear and slow voice of the tour guide came from the wind: "The earliest Atorat Festival was to commemorate the great hero Carlos Flaret. Legend has it that he was born in a noble family and was the youngest son. He was sent to the temple to study since childhood..."

"The temple did not admit him to him as the youngest son of the noble family." The guard turned slowly with a cane and walked down the mountain. Gal did not rush to follow him. He stretched out his finger and twisted it gently.

Then something magical happened. A blooming white rose flower god bloomed between his fingers without anyone noticing. He bent down and placed the flower that seemed to be carrying water droplets under the statue. Then he took a step forward and kept up with the elderly.

The rose that was laid down suddenly grew fine vines, gently entangling the statue's feet, as if planting a wreath under his feet.

"In that era, the 'encirclement' had not been formed, and the world was not so peaceful. 'Difu' was everywhere. Tantric records say that when Carlos was still a child, a Difu slipped into the nursery of the Flaret family. At that time, a 'Temple Hunter' was a friend of Mr. Old Flaret. He happened to be a guest at his house. When they rushed over, they found that the unlucky Difu was scared to the point of being scared to pieces by the cry of the little baby."

"Ah, yes, that's the legendary talent of light," Gal held his glasses and shrugged. "A special case among billions of people, it is said that only one such genius had appeared in the Flaret family in the millennium, and his unlucky descendant, I spent the entire youth in such a shadow."

"He is not as lucky as you think," the guardian smiled and looked at him. "No one knows that this genius has not gone smoothly."

This was the first time Gal heard people talk about his glorious and mysterious ancestor, and couldn't help but turn his head: "What?"

"He was once expelled by the temple." The guard sighed and whispered, "He was a spoiled young master, but he had been wandering around alone during those years, with the pseudonym "John Smith". He had not shown up for many years. No one knew where he went. It was not until the darkest battle that he appeared again in front of people without realizing it."

"Exit?" Gal frowned, "Why?"

"Parrola is not the leader of a cult as the people know. In fact, he is a 'hunter' of the temple, betrayed his faith and possessed by Satan." The guard said, "Parrola framed Carlos, and for some reason, this taciturn and stubborn hero did not defend himself. After that battle, when the truth of everything was revealed, the temple was about to correct his mistakes and return his glory to his most loyal and brave child, he mysteriously disappeared again, and never appeared again, and refused the reconciliation of the temple with the most stubborn attitude."

Gal asked: "Do you think he ran away this time with anger?"

"Who knows? But I once found several pages of Archbishop Leo Aldo's notes in the Tantric document. They were handwritten on parchment paper. After many twists and turns, most of them were incomplete and even the handwriting was blurred. On a missing piece of paper, there was a line of 'Carlos' written three times in very messy handwriting. It was so powerful that it was missing a few words behind it. It could barely tell a sentence of incomplete 'sorry'." The guard walked down the stairs with some difficulty and refused Gal's help. "I'm an old guy, although I'm an old guy, I'm not yet able to move."

"The greatest Archbishop, Rio Aldo?"

"Yes, according to the years, Archbishop Aldo entered the temple at all times as much as Carlos Flaret. There are rumors that they were good friends, but it seems... the relationship broke down in the end." The guards walked down the long stairs step by step, and sweat beads appeared slightly on their foreheads. "But what does it matter? The hunters had already swore to protect this continent and remained unswerving until death. Regardless of whether Carlos wanted the glory given by the temple or not, when the people needed him, he would always appear, even if the temple no longer paid his wages."

Gal thought for a while and said, "Actually, I always felt it was strange that a protracted war would end with one person. Of course, rationally speaking, we all know that it is impossible."

"The most speculation about this is that the temple historians have said that it was a compensation for the children who were stubbornly unwilling to forgive it and ran away from home. However, even so, Carlos still disappeared. Of course, it is strange that hunters were selected to be in the temple when they were young children, living and studying here, and they all loved the temple as if they were in their hometown, even if they had been wronged and insulted... So some people say that the reason why Carlos disappeared was actually because he died in that battle. It was just that the battlefield was too tragic and people could not recognize his body."

Many years have passed, and the "Shrine" itself has become a symbol of religion. It accepts a large number of tourists every year and even opens new tourism business. After retirement, many old hunters return to the temple to work as an interpreter. Of course, the content is nonsense - the temple is produced uniformly.

The work done by the temple hunters who were once called "Knights" gradually moved underground with the development of industry and science, and became an unknown profession.

Difu hunts humans, and hunters hunt Difu.

No one can tell what Difu is planted, where they come from, and why they appeared in this world.

Difu is a creature because they can be killed - they feed on people, some like blood, some like organs, some like brain marrow, and some like soul.

Many years ago, they were like wild dogs in the countryside, able to poke their heads out of a corner at any time and covet their prey greedily. They were once one of the greatest enemies of mankind on this prosperous continent.

The strongest existence that can command other dyfu is called "Satan" or "demon". The "Black Robe Rebellion" back then was not a rebellion of a group of refugees, but a demon coming to the world and attached to Parola. In the entire history of humanity, the "demon" has only arrived twice. Once too long and cannot be verified. The other is the famous "Black Robe Rebellion".

Why did this great disaster occur? For thousands of years, scholars in the temple have been arguing endlessly, and have not argued that it is true.

After the Black Robe Rebellion, Archbishop Leo Aldo spent his entire life and led a group of great hunters to establish a barrier, ending the dark era of Difu running around the streets, and the Archbishop also gave his life.

This is the era of peace, and it was protected by the sacrifices of his predecessors. At this point, the mainland has not experienced the Great Difu Rebellion for thousands of years. Only some of them leaked from the barrier net into the world, and their power will be greatly weakened and will be captured by hunters soon.

So much so that although people remember the names of the heroes, they have confused their achievements.

But... it's actually not bad.

Gal Shawden, whose mother's surname is Flaret, was the last descendant of Flaret. He graduated from the temple at the age of eighteen, and at the age of twenty-two, he received a golden badge that symbolized "the best hunter" and became the youngest golden hunter in three hundred years.

Of course, this is due to the bloodline of "Flarit", not to say that the gene still exists after thousands of years of inheritance, but the name "Carlos" is like a shadow, drowning his entire teenage years and forcing Gal to continue to become stronger.

According to the rules of the temple, new hunters who graduate every year will have excellent seniors - most of them are Jinzhang Hunters, who are guides for a year and lead them to do tasks until the rookies can stand on their own, and it is finally his turn this year.

After attending the Atorat memorial that night, Gal first returned to his home in Sara.

He lives in a small villa in the middle of the mountain. The temple has always had a good salary. He used his position to travel around, provide photography manuscripts to several fashion magazines, and even published a few travel notes. He was quite famous. These royalties also brought him a considerable income.

The Mid-mountain area is a typical rich area. The distance between houses is relatively large and will not disturb each other, but it will not be far away. There are unified community services, and there are supermarkets, parks and even schools in the community, which is very convenient.

He poured the car into the garage. The weeds in the garden were regularly repaired by the gardener. Even if he didn't come back for half a year, it wouldn't look too scary. Gal whistled lightly, feeling his whole body full of laziness and pleasure that was about to go home to rest.

At this moment, a slight vibration came from the ground, and Gal didn't care - occasionally there were some harmless earthquakes on the coast, most of which were below the Lisch level 4 and would not cause much damage. However, after the slight vibration, a sudden sound came from the evergreen bushes behind him, as if something had fallen.

It's not a squirrel, nor a cat or a dog... Galton stayed in his footsteps, and he felt that this should be a bigger animal. There are often some larger herbivores who accidentally break into it in the middle of the mountain.

A trace of blood came from the air. He followed the smell and found a corner of human clothes exposed in the bushes.

Gal subconsciously took his steps lightly, put one hand on his back to his side, and was on guard and spreading the bushes. Then he saw... a man and a man lying inside.
Chapter completed!