3, Chapter 3 The Unknown Priest
At that moment, no one spoke in the room, only John and Gal were staring at each other.
John once left the temple for a while when he was young, and spent many years wandering around the world. During this period, he had countless adventures and met people in various ways. Based on his judgment, he felt that the other party's surprise should not be pretended.
His still-hot head almost became confused again. What was going on?
The Black Robe Rebellion spread throughout the continent, and no one didn't know that he had inexplicably floated to other continents? Was it because of the storm caused by the outbreak of the Black Scepter? Or... something else went wrong? But the mark on that person's cuffs was correct. He was indeed the healer of the temple. Is there a second temple in the world?
After a while, he asked softly: "May I ask... where is this?"
"Delke County, Sarah, halfway up the mountain..." Gal looked at the expression of the young man in front of him, and found that his expression was surprised at first, then his eyebrows were slightly frowned, and a confused look flashed by, so Gal added another sentence, "2012 AD."
John's face suddenly turned blank.
After a while, he felt that his hand, which was on one side, had stiffened, so he quickly blinked his sore eyelids and asked weakly: "A.D....what?"
"2012," Gal said, picking up a Sarah Daily that Emmy threw at his house and handing it to John: "Today is November 17th - Oh, this is yesterday's newspaper."
John reached out and took it. He was sure that the thing in his hand was not parchment paper, and it felt completely different, a little crisp, not that strong, but undoubtedly much thinner.
There are exquisite "portraits" that look like real people, and fonts that are exactly the same size, weird patterns that represent something, full of typesettings, and dates "Friday, November 16, 2012".
"What is this?" John's pupils shrank suddenly. He raised his head, his pale fingers pressed on the middle page, where a man holding a big slaughter of paper money was pressed down.
Gal looked at him silently for a while, reached out to touch his forehead, and then pulled the quilt to him: "Your temperature has not dropped yet, and it is not suitable for thinking now. I think you'd better take a break first and wait until the fever has completely subsided."
John's fingers moved quickly, as if he wanted to hold him back, but he quickly restrained himself: "Okay... thank you anyway."
"My honor." Gal grabbed Amy and the two left the room together.
John fell head-on on the bed, looking at the ceiling of the exquisite ceiling and the retro chandeliers that are now popular on it. They were inexplicably in the eyes of this "real ancient man", because there was not even a half candle on it!
But what does it matter? He rolled his eyes binily and looked at the "mushroom" that was still glowing at the head of the bed. If even the mushrooms could be illuminated, candles were indeed not necessary.
Time travel... He knew that it existed. There were some confidential documents in the Temple's Tantra that once recorded this concept and was listed as one of the top ten forbidden techniques.
Although he had only used one of the ten brothers not long ago, he did not understand "time". All records of time were vague. Except that it really existed, it was difficult to find any examples and principles.
So how did he run directly from Satan's body to more than a thousand years later?
John pressed his forehead in pain, "Oh my God, he completed two forbidden techniques in one day, and he felt that he could be remembered in history."
"The problem is," he asked weakly, "how the hell did I do it?"
Gal pulled Amy out and went straight to the study. He picked up a piece of stuff from the table - a robe that was taken off the beautiful young man: "Look at this."
Emmy leaned over and looked at it for a long time, and finally came to a conclusion with his keen fashion sense: "Well... this looks postmodern, but if I want to say it, it's like cutting the dining tablecloth directly and wrapping it around my body."
Gal ignored him, bent down, took out a magnifying glass from the drawer: "I studied it for a long time yesterday and found this, look--"
The chest of the robe was torn and almost broke into two pieces, but you could still see the silver silk threads embroidered on them and outlined patterns. It was shining faintly under the magnifying glass. Amy was stunned for a moment. For a moment, he felt that the silver patterns seemed to be flowing.
"This is……"
"The Ara Line - was taken out of a Defu called the Dark Elf, which is said to be their blood vessels." Gal said, "This Defu named the Dark Elf, likes beautiful voices and feeds on human throats. But the Ara Line, which is their blood vessels, has incredible defensive power. Legend has it that when they eat the human throat, they gain a beautiful voice, and those sounds flow into the blood, making the blood vessels of this dirty thing bright silver and have beautiful power."
Emmy shrugged: "You mean this guy wears a priceless antique on his body and makes it like a rag? You know that there is no precedent for dark elves to penetrate the barriers, they haven't appeared in a thousand and two hundred years."
Gal looked up at him, and the two looked at each other for a while, Emmy opened her eyes wide: "Wait! Are you suggesting... he might be a time traveler?"
"I'm not sure," said Gaal. "I'm going to the temple, and by the way, and show him this robe. He has more experience with these things than me... When I'm not here, please help me take care of this person."
Amy looked at him with bright eyes.
Gal pressed his forehead and said, "Okay, I will greet Louis on your behalf."
Amy said "brushing" and took out a pink envelope from somewhere, and her eyes were shining under Gal's nose.
"Go to yours..." Gal screamed in pain, "I won't send you love letters like a junior high school boy!"
Emmy digs her ears with her little finger: "What?"
Gal noodles have dishes.
"Oh--" Amy dragged his voice, "Tsk tsk, what did I hear? Cute Mr. Xiaodeng, you actually rejected a therapist. A therapist who will strip your clothes and reveal your young and tender **, and do whatever you want... Therapist 'female, sir'?"
Gal shuddered.
Emmy: "Hmm?"
The man, known as the best hunter in ten years, was silent for a while, and cowardly took the pink letter, stuffed it into his pocket, turned his head and sneeze - hell, did you spray two liters of mosquito water upwards?
Gal rolled up John's robe and stuffed it into his bag, put on his coat and went out, thinking in grief: "I hope Louis will not mess with this thing on my face."
But Louis certainly did not make such a rough move. In fact, he just threatened verbally: "Gal Shawden, if you bring this biological weapon to me again, I will let you swallow it."
Louis Megelt is a young scholar in the public eye. Of course, some people say that he is one of the very powerful hunters, but his most difficult task now is to stay in the temple to train new hunters and enjoy making the students feel pain. He hasn't personally done a mission for a long time.
He has an amazing memory and is willing to deal with the ragged documents that should have been thrown out and recycled, which makes him an antique before he grows old. His blue eyes, as charming as the sea, are always focused on things buried in the mud.
Gal gave Louis the robe that had taken off his mysterious guest. The highly regarded scholar looked at it and his expression became serious. He said briefly: "Follow me."
Louis in his office, from top to bottom, looked over and over again under a magnifying glass, and then straightened his waist: "Where did you get it?"
"Tell me first, is there the Aro line above?"
Louis raised his eyebrows: "Golden Chapter Hunter, you should trust your own judgment on this."
Gal dragged a chair and sat down in front of Louis, describing the strange man he picked up the day before.
"John Smith..." Louis's slender fingers gently tapped the table a few times, "Strange."
Gal's eyes lit up: "If he is really a time traveler, do you think he is possible..."
"No, if you were trying to say Carlos Flaret, he probably wasn't." Louis thought for a while, shook his head, bent down, took out a book about dozens of centimeters thick from under the table and smashed it on the table.
Gar noticed that the book was very old, it was parchment paper, and there was a small light blue label on it, which meant that it was a protected ancient book by the Temple Tantric Curry. He couldn't help but grin and felt a little painful.
"Look at this."
Gal leaned over and painted a robe on the yellowed parchment that was opened. Although the painter was poor, it made the thing look like a sack, but the strange patterns embroidered on the robe made him recognize, the one that was now in Louis's hand.
Next to it is marked: "The dress of the priest holding the sword."
"Is this the dress of the sword-holding priest a thousand years ago?" Gal asked.
"No, they are no different from the current dresses. This is not the priest robe under normal conditions," said Louis. "I think you know that the Aro Line is a powerful defensive magic weapon, so when this dress appears on the priest, it must be in a combat environment, and it is likely that the Archbishop, the first person in charge of the Temple, has died, or for some reason, loses the ability to fight - of course, given that the dark elves have disappeared for hundreds of years, now even the priest's robe uses ordinary defensive magic circles instead of the Aro Line."
Gal was stunned: "What do you mean is that I picked up a temple-holding sword sacrificial priest from ancient times?"
"That's why I said he could not be Carlos. Although Carlos had been a legend in his life, he wandered outside most of his time and had not held any position in the temple," Louis spread his ragged robe on the table. "And this is exactly what I find strange. In the history of the temple, the names of archbishops and sword-holding priests of all ages have been recorded, and the dresses are specially made, and the cuffs are usually embroidered with the name of its master and the mark of the temple - you see."
The sleeve on one side of the robe was torn off, only one left. Louis's fingers pressed against the sleeve. As a white light flashed on his fingertips, a small sword-shaped sign suddenly appeared on the sleeve that was originally empty, burning, emitting a golden light: "It's like a temple sign that has been replaced, but there is no name of its owner next to it."
Chapter completed!