I weave my destiny in parallel time and space

"So, you came to our house?" Hei Lang frowned.

"Not all Burgundians meet their requirements, and it just so happens that your sister was chosen."

"What do they want my sister to do?" Heilang asked.

"I don't know much, but according to my investigation, they have existed in the Rhine Valley for a long time. They are a very ancient organization and even have a certain influence in the Holy See.

It seems that you are looking for a mysterious and ancient treasure. Your sister seems to be the key to unlocking this treasure. "However, they have not yet determined the location of the treasure," Os said. "

After a pause, he smiled disdainfully and said, "They must be a group of self-righteous lunatics."

"In that case, why are you still helping them?" Heilang asked, suppressing his anger.

"Although they were chatty, it was undeniable that they did have some special powers. Those days, I was often troubled by nightmares and couldn't sleep. But they held a ceremony for me, and I fell asleep the next day. A good night's sleep.

Moreover, they also gave me a bargaining chip that I couldn't refuse. I can also use it to annex your factory. Why not? "

"Things suddenly became complicated." Calcifer's voice sounded in Char's mind.

"Yes." Xia Ya whispered softly.

"But you don't seem surprised?"

Char pondered for a moment and said, "The template I gave him for his destiny is called "Ezio." In this template, the organization he belongs to is called the Brotherhood and another organization called the "Templars" Organizations have fought for thousands of years.

The real masterminds behind the death of Ezio's family were the Templars, and what's interesting is that the Templars were also looking for something.

There are not so many coincidences in this world. "

"You mean, it was the power of destiny that created this organization?" Calcifer asked.

And Xia Ya shook his head, "Although, because I haven't adapted to this kind of power yet, I don't know how the power of destiny operates after leaving me, but I still know how much power is used.

That little power of destiny is still unable to manifest such an organization that has existed for a long time and even has some power. "

"you mean"

"This organization may have already existed." Xia Ya said.

"Perhaps in the past, Heilang had only one enemy, the Marquis of Os, and there might never be any intersection between him and that organization.

Or perhaps, although this organization contacted the Marquis of Os, they were not interested in Heilang's family at all.

Although these details are unknown for the time being, I am certain that it was the power of fate that brought the two originally unrelated people into contact. "

Calcifer was silent for a moment, "Then it seems that what I just felt was not an illusion."

Xia Ya raised his head when he heard the sound and looked at Oss at this moment, "Have you noticed it too?"

"Yeah." Calcifer responded.

"There is a seed buried in this guy's body, an ancient advent magic."

"Boom boom boom!"

"Is anyone there? Open the door!"

There was a heavy and rapid knock on the door on the stairs behind Char. The knock was rough and messy. It sounded like many people were taking pictures. Obviously, it was an official person.

There is only one exit from this cellar, so at this moment, Heilang is surrounded.

"They are coming." Aos looked at Heilang, "It seems that the place you chose is a bit close."

After a pause, he continued, "You have no way to escape, but you still have to rescue your sister. I think we can cooperate and let me go. I can let these people let you go, and I can also help you." You contact that organization.”

Heilang did not speak. He was wearing a hood, and his entire face was hidden in the darkness, making his expression unclear. This made the Marquis of Oss feel a sinking heart for no reason, and a heavy uneasiness enveloped his heart.

"You have no choice."

"This is the second time you've said this to me today."

There were heavy kicks on the door one after another above the stairs, but fortunately the cellar door was still strong, but it only lasted a few minutes.

But Heilang didn't look panicked. He slowly stood beside Os.

"This is not the first time I have experienced the arrogance of you nobles."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and hovered over Os's heart.

"I will find her myself."

Marquis Aos's expression gradually became agitated. He struggled hard to break free, "Without me, you would never have found that group of people!"

Puchi~

Heilang raised his finger lightly, and at that moment a sharp thorn burst out from his sleeve and pierced the heart of Marquis Aos.

Ao Si opened his eyes suddenly and looked at him in disbelief.

"As long as it exists in this world, there will be traces. No one can hide it perfectly, let alone such a huge organization.

As long as there are traces, I will definitely find them.

At least, it's certain that my sister is alive and safe.

I still have time. "

Heilang approached Os and whispered in his ear, "From the moment you enter this place, you also have no choice."

Aos didn't answer. He was completely out of breath. He stared, as if he didn't believe that he would die in such an unknown corner.

The whites of those eyes were swallowed up by ink-like blackness that surged out from nowhere, leaving only endless darkness in the eye sockets.

However, Heilang did not notice anything strange about Os at this moment.

Peng!

With a loud noise and the sound of the door being kicked open, Heilang raised his right hand and put the hidden sword into his cuff. Then, he jumped up slightly and placed his hands on the walls on both sides of the corner. His whole body was hidden in the corner. In the shadow of the ceiling.

Then, at the entrance, a group of people in uniforms, armed with flintlock guns, whether they were the police or the army, poured in.

Everyone's expressions turned extremely ugly after seeing the person who was tied to the rack, dressed gorgeously, but with his chest stained red with blood.

"Marquis of Os!"

After a brief silence, the leader of the secret police walked up directly, stretched out his hand and pressed his hand on Os's neck to check his pulse.

Then, he shook his head at the policemen behind him.

Everyone's hearts sank at that moment. It wasn't that they cared much about the Marquis of Os. A Marquis died in their jurisdiction. Regardless of whether it was because of them or not, everyone here would be punished.

One of the policemen, who was about the same age as the policeman, stepped forward and whispered.

"Mark, what should I do?"

Instead of responding, Mark snapped at the remaining officers.

"The body is still hot. The murderer probably committed the crime not long ago. Keep searching! The murderer must be nearby!"

"Yes, Inspector!"

The policemen were about to turn around and leave, continuing to search for the murderer. But then, they seemed to have discovered something, and they stopped one after another and looked behind the inspector.

Their faces were pale, their breathing was almost stagnant, and there was no trace of fear in their eyes.

Mark was a little confused, but then, a chill that could freeze his soul surged from behind, and his body tensed up at that moment.

After a brief silence, Mark turned his head slowly and slightly stiffly.

At that moment, his pupils shrank to a point, and all the hairs on his body stood up.

On the shelf, Oss, who had completely lost his life, was slowly getting up.

His head and limbs hung back limply, his upper body slowly lifted up in an incredible posture, his mouth was wide open, and he looked lifeless, more like a corpse that could move.

And the blood all around was actually gathering towards his heart.

The whole storage room became quiet at this moment

Seeing this scene, Hei Lang's eyes, which were hidden in the upper corner, froze for an instant, while Xia Ya, who had been observing all this in secret, also showed a playful expression, and he joked.

"The old guy said that this is the end of the Dharma era."

"But that's 'fate,' isn't it?"

Xia Ya did not answer, but said: "Speaking of which, do you know this thing?"

Calcifer recalled for a moment and said, "It seems like there is some impression."