Annan fully understood.
What kind of taboo did Nicholas Flamel violate—
It is not just based on ethics or moral prudence; nor is it just to maintain the authority that belongs to the gods or the monarch... Although Nicholas challenged his peers, the monarch, and the gods at the same time, it was his death that really led to his death. Betrayal of "humanity".
Because if synthetics decide to hide, with their abilities, it is almost impossible to be discovered.
Dispelling the extraordinary power held by the synths requires the "veto" power of the Silent Lady; and cutting off the connection between the synths requires the power of the "secret" field of the mysterious lady; if you want to find the traces of the synths, you have to Don't rely on "luck" and "accidents"; in order to completely destroy synthetic humans and prevent them from being used by other false gods, they need god-level "decomposition" to destroy and "darkness" to bury. And let the bone-burying mother-in-law personally confirm whether they are dead or not.
"Without the help of the gods, we can't even defeat those synthetic humans. But in this matter, the gods will still help us in the end."
Bishop Darryl said in a deep voice.
None of the twelve righteous gods are human beings, or in other words, none of them are "Yaselan people"—that is, the native race of the oasis.
They don't need to target Nicholas.
It can even be said... If a better race appears, it can be considered a good thing for Zhengshen.
But popes are genuinely human beings.
"At that time, we convened the first 'Holy Council' of this era."
Bishop Darryl replied: "The twelve popes and the thirteen saints were all present, and finally we got twenty-three votes to two.
"So in the end, the twelve popes and the thirteen saints all appeared—
"The catastrophe that could have brought about the end of the Fifth Era ended in just two days."
Nicholas' creation really offended too many people.
Anyone with a little sense can judge that after the synthetic human race grows up, human civilization will eventually be completely replaced by synthetic humans.
Moreover, the false gods were not counted, even the righteous gods were offended by him.
As a creation without father and mother, this is undoubtedly a violation of "tradition"; the situation of spiritual intercommunication makes them no longer have "secrets", "trade", no "war", and more No more "nobility".
If synthetic humans really replace human beings, they will offend the five righteous gods—especially the silver knight and red knight, who are all single-domain righteous gods.
The death of concepts represents the severance of truth. Under normal circumstances, "trade" and "war" cannot die...but here is the abnormal situation.
Nicholas was no fool.
He is the greatest alchemist... and their creator. He must have been the first to notice all this. He also knew what he was going to face.
But he still chose to remain silent.
Even acquiescence.
He just doesn't want to destroy his creation.
Of course...and when he was arrested and executed, he didn't resist at all.
"I see… "
Annan nodded cautiously: "I have fully understood.
"You have made no mistakes. In order to protect all human beings, synthetic humans must be completely destroyed... This is indeed a disaster that only righteous gods can take action to prevent."
Regardless of the identity of the leader of the Hermes School in the capital.
Everyone must pay attention to him.
Whether he is the real Nicholas Flamel;
Or the last remnant of synthetics;
Or he got the successor of Nicholas' academic and thought inheritance;
As long as he is not a liar who is completely ignorant of Nicholas' secrets, then his mere existence... is an extremely huge hidden danger.
"What are you going to do now?"
Annan was silent for a long time, then asked Bishop Darryl, "This is obviously a big deal."
"...but I can't go back to the capital just yet."
Darryl struggled for a moment, then sighed: "Whether it's Nicholas or his partner, they have seen me before. As long as we meet once, he will know that his existence has been exposed."
"Then where are you going?"
"I'm going to Denisaua."
The fat bishop said in a deep voice: "Go to Nicholas's cemetery. Not many people know the location of his cemetery... There are few people there, so there must be clues.
"I'm not a transcendent either. I'll go by boat and it will take half a month.
"Whether he came back from the dead, didn't die at all, or someone moved his body, there must be clues in the cemetery."
"… you are right."
Annan nodded slowly.
This is indeed a way.
The capital is very dangerous, and Grandpa Daryl is also very powerful. But he is really not suitable for following the past.
——Nicholas' cemetery needs to be confirmed sooner or later.
At present, Darryl can't go to the capital, and going to the cemetery now is the best allocation situation.
But... how can Darryl pass the information as quickly as possible
Send a letter
That's not right, what if the letter is lost...
Ask Sir Silver to help spread the word
Or do some magic trick
... Or else, find a player to follow the past as a moving eye
Coincidentally, when it comes to magic...
"Okay, then it's settled."
Annan exhaled, and his tone became more relaxed: "I almost forgot what I came to talk to you about."
"... Wasn't what happened just now serious?"
Darryl's movements froze for a moment visible to the naked eye.
He looked up in disbelief.
I don't know if it was an illusion, but Annan vaguely saw a flash of fear in Darryl's eyes...
"It's not a troublesome thing this time," Annan quickly explained, "Although every time I come to you, it happens to be a troublesome thing... But this time it's really not bad news."
"Because the news just now is bad enough."
Darryl complained: "I haven't heard such bad news for almost a hundred years, Your Highness."
"That couldn't be any worse, could it?"
"… Too."
"But this time it's really good news."
Annan finally couldn't help laughing.
He stretches his right hand forward, palm down.
It was the same as when Daryl showed Annan the imprint of the Holy Light back then—starting from the back of Annan's hand, pieces of fine and profound silver runes shimmering with shimmering light were turned over and emerged piece by piece. There was only one dark red rune hanging near Annan's wrist.
These runes quickly spread upwards, covering Annan's entire right arm, and continued to extend upwards, until they climbed to Annan's right cheek, and even covered the entire right neck.
These complicated silver runes contained strange power. One or two can hardly be seen, but so many are connected together, anyway, the inexplicable power is constantly agitated and superimposed like water waves—
"I'm here to ask you... I've been lucky recently. I just got 300 holy light imprints of silver knights. Is there any high-end and practical magic that you can recommend me to learn?"
Looking at the old grandpa bread who looked at him motionless as if he was disconnected, Annan asked modestly and gently.