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"So when do you plan to start?" Kassandra asked Milin, changing the topic from reading the genetic memories of other worlds.

"As early as possible." Milin thought for a while and replied.

"As early as possible? Are you sure?" Cassandra asked curiously.

She thought that Milin would specifically mention a certain historical moment, when a certain ancestor was more famous, but she didn't expect that Milin would directly give such a vague answer.

Could it be that what Milin wanted to experience was the primitive life of drinking blood and growing hair? ?

"It doesn't have to be that early, just three thousand years ago. During the Zhou Dynasty, as for the specific period, it would be when the Holy Master led his disciples to roam the earth." Milin gave a more specific answer. A more civilized time.

"The Holy Teacher?" Cassandra certainly knew that the Holy Teacher that Milin was talking about was Confucius, the founder of Confucianism. She glanced at Milin curiously, wondering if one of Milin's ancestors was Confucius's. One of the seventy-two disciples?

Both Milin and Cassandra tacitly did not mention whether their ancestors might be in poverty, because they both knew that even if the human species entered the civilization stage, the degree of involution in genetic inheritance would be no less than that of the previous generation. An eternal battle.

Those who can be born in modern times, even if they are not reincarnated well, their ancestors are basically rich, and they are continuously rich... Not to mention rich and powerful, at least they are constantly comfortable with food and clothing.

Because this is the only way to continue one's own genes. Maybe after just a few generations, this genetic inheritance will be gone.

"That's not true. I'm pretty sure that my ancestors didn't hang out under Confucius's sect. It's because my ancestors did something big at that time, if my father didn't fool me."

Milin recalled his father who disappeared from time to time, and wondered what impact his time travel would have on the guy who had always been very Schrödinger in fulfilling his father's responsibilities.

"What's the big deal?" Cassandra asked curiously in a subtle tone.

"According to my dad, my ancestors worked as witches in the royal family of the Zhou Dynasty, which no longer had any rights at that time," Milin said.

"Witchmaker?" Kassandra nodded. Even though she was a Greek, she knew that the witchmaker in the Eastern civilization at that time was a profession similar to the Greek priests and the shamans of the wild tribes.

At the same time, it also takes into account medical treatment. The earliest witch doctor is a combination of witch doctor and doctor.

And this identity is indeed considered a big shot.

"Then during that time, maybe he wanted to join in the excitement of a hundred schools of thought contending." Milin then said to Cassandra: "I don't know which ancestor sorted out the classics at home and wrote a book called "Xuan Xuan". The book "Jun Qizhang Secret Sutra"."

"...Joining in the fun..." Kassandra was a little speechless at the adjective used by Milin. A good cultural explosion turned into joining in the fun in Milin's mouth.

"These are my dad's exact words." Milin said he was innocent.

"So you plan to find the original...original...original...of that book..." Before Kassandra could tell her speculation about Milin's plan, she suddenly looked so shocked that she couldn't continue.

Because she seems, seems, maybe, has heard the name of "Xuanjun Seven Chapters Secret Scripture", but what she knows should be a re-translation of this classic.

If Cassandra hadn't relied on the double snake staff to maintain immortality and was almost a witness to human history and civilization, she wouldn't have been able to think of other scientific names for this classic at the first time.

Milin, who knew from Cassandra's reaction that the other party had remembered several other names in this classic, smiled and said:

"That's right, after that classic was spread to the West and translated, it became the "Luoyan City Textbook"."

"Is it also the Dead Sea Scrolls?" Cassandra then said another name.

"Yeah, but whether it's the "Luoyan City Teaching Book" or the "Dead Sea Document", the contents have been tampered with." Milin once again spoke his father's original words and said: "Of course, it is more likely It’s the translators who fail to understand the full scope of the original work.”

After telling his father's original words, Milin asked Cassandra in a slightly surprised tone:

"You actually know..."

Milin was curious about how Cassandra knew these things, because theoretically, there should be no such thing in the Assassin's Creed world where Cassandra lives.

...the toilet seat company has no copyright...

"It's true that it doesn't exist in my world, but I learned about these things from other people." Kassandra said, knowing what Milin was marveling at.

"I'm a little curious about who the others are." Milin said curiously. Could it be that the legendary investigator of the **** was also the guardian of this world back then?

"You will know that although many of them have left and disappeared, the things they left in this world will not disappear so easily." Kassandra, who did not plan to talk too much on this topic, then asked Milin road:

"So you are planning to find the original book from your genetic memory?"

"That's not the case, I should say only part of it is. I still remember that my dad was quite sorry after he lost that thing." Milin said, recalling his father's expression when he mentioned that thing.

"...This can be lost." Kassandra was speechless about what kind of person Milin's father was.

Perhaps it was such a father who would teach such a lawless and wanton offspring like Milin.

Although Kassandra felt that Milin was like this, it was not just his father.

It is not surprising that a family that can compose the "Luoyan City Text Book" will give birth to any kind of weird things.

"Yeah, I lost it, but it used to be the foot of the table in my house. My dad would only feel sorry for it when he got drunk during holidays." Milin said.

"..." Milin's answer confused Kassandra, even though the world where Kassandra was born did not have such a thing... Even if it did, these things in the Assassin's Creed world must be Isu stuff. , has nothing to do with the indescribable existence.

But Cassandra, who knew the meaning of this book from her former companions, knew that using this book to prop up the table was on the same level as putting "The Night Watch" on the fireplace and smoking it. .

But judging from Milin's reaction, people in his family should know what this thing is.

It can only be said that it is indeed a family worthy of giving birth to such a fun-loving king as Milin... Cassandra once again expressed emotion at Milin's birth.

Feeling emotional, Kassandra did not continue to struggle and took out a data piece less than three centimeters square from the translucent screen in front of her.

Throw this piece of data into another hanging window, let the Animus device begin to decode this string of memories, and then said to Milin:

"Choose a suit from the nearby cabinet that suits your body type and wear it."

"What do you do?" Milin opened the cabinet and asked strangely, looking at a row of clothes hanging in the cabinet that were very similar to exoskeleton armor.

"It is used to cooperate with the memory reading VR system." Cassandra said.