"Boss, what did you say just now?" Gray didn't expect that I would name these two swords so soon.

I repeated, "I mean, these two swords are called Gan Jiang Moye!"

I pointed at these two swords and explained solemnly: "Yang Jian Gan Jiang, Yin Jian Mo Ye! You can't let me keep calling Jin Jian Yin Jian like this, right? Especially the name Yin Jian, it's so awkward."

"Okay...Boss, just be happy."

Gray nodded indifferently and said, "But these two swords were found in the lake, which seemed suspicious. Boss Marcus, don't you be curious?"

I shook my head: "What I encountered today is much stranger than this. Two swords appeared in the lake, but someone deliberately threw things in. At most, he doubted the motivation for doing this, but it was not strange."

I pointed to the ore outside the door, "What is even more strange is that there are buried steel in the mines in the ore town! Think about it, in this remote countryside where light industry does not exist, there has been a steel building that obviously needs to be owned by heavy industry systems, and it is buried underground. Isn't this surprising?"

Gray also scratched his head in confusion: "I don't seem to have heard of this from my grandfather. The ore inside is very purity, I have heard of it."

"Forget it, I don't plan on you to come in handy."

Grey, the forging master, was also a master of monks. He didn't teach him any of the techniques he should learn, let alone background knowledge about forging and materials.

What’s even more unfortunate is that Gray’s forging philosophy was also created by my guidance. It would be nice not to help me in this situation.

"But, I seem to have seen something of this style..." Gray said unwillingly, thinking hard to provide some useful clues.

"What do you know?"

Gray thought for a long time and finally said something.

"I seem to remember that I saw similar patterns in Father Carter's history book. At that time, I was listening to a class with You and Mei in the church. I just flipped through the book and remembered it, and I thought it was good."

A priest's history book?

Is it that mysterious historical manuscript?

I recalled the history book that was very detailed, with various illustrations, paintings, field investigations, and extensive quotations. I wish I could write everything I knew into it, and I also had a clue in my mind.

First of all, these two swords are very clever iron smelting products and require superb smelting technology as guidance. Then there must be a huge civilization behind it. Even if you are overseas, you cannot leave no trace of history.

If there is really a record of this pattern in that history book, then I can infer which civilization it belongs to. Thus, the mysterious buildings buried in the mine can gradually surface.

"Well... this clue is good, I'll ask."

After making up my mind, I grabbed two swords from Grey, hid them at my waist, and hid them in my windbreaker.

Gray looked at his empty hand in disappointment and said reluctantly: "Boss, when you finish asking, you must study these two swords for me! I feel that there is the technological breakthrough I want here!"

"Next time, next time."

"Also, you shouldn't talk to Father Carter. He is famous for telling ghost stories." Gray instructed again, and it seems that he has received a lot of intimidation from unscrupulous priests.

Of course I know this. The existence of this priest can be regarded as a disaster in mysticism. He is engaged in feudal superstition work, but he also likes to say something strange and chaotic, making up sensational news.

On the other hand, as the responsible priest of the town church, he also adhered to an extremely irresponsible attitude. He threw away dangerous creatures as soon as he said that, and watched the possible harm. His only love was to hide in the house and sleep in, and then continue to dream and scare people everywhere.

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After walking out of the hospital, I walked more than a hundred meters to the left and arrived at the entrance of the church.

The magnificent and magnificent church still stands there silently, as if it was an old man who was vigilant, waiting for a grand occasion that might never come.

Since its establishment, there have been no grand gatherings or lively mass. According to Father Carter's attitude, there is a high probability that such an opportunity will not be available in the future.

I gently pushed open the thick door and felt that the entire church hall was empty and cold, with a fog that could not be seen clearly, covering my eyes. This subtlety is completely different from the hospital.

The horror that the hospital gives is the extreme coldness and desolation, like a skeleton with ice-skinned and jade-bone, looking at everything in time coldly, and all emotions that are about to freeze. What is associated with this environment is the Frankenstein-style suture monster, the mutant monster, and the use of a cold scientific attitude to mock the fragility of human emotions.

The horror of the church lies in an indescribable solemnity and majestic pressure, just like an iceberg that is overturned in front of you and is about to face disaster. The wide dome above your head also seems to have turned into an eggshell that is broken. The terrifying harm outside is about to be destroyed and the illusion of comfort is about to be destroyed, presenting the real terrifying face of the universe.

I looked at the zenith of the church in a daze, as if I saw a religious scroll covered with stars in the sky and monsters of the divine beasts and monsters appearing a face that does not belong to this world, with a black mouth, and a blank eyes, looking down at everything below.

The church gave me the feeling at this time, as if I were taking me back to a barbaric and dark medieval era. Outside the door were brutal zombies, hidden blood clans, hideous lichs, bloodthirsty monsters and witches hiding in the crowd, with their brains filled with taboo spells.

This church is like a last lonely fortress, with thin stained glass windows separating the horror, leaving people with the opportunity to look across the windows of real fear. From those moments of the brilliance, they can accurately identify the fear and helplessness in people's eyes.

"Father? Are you here, Father?"

Since the colonizer system, I have had a mysterious intuition about external crises, which can almost be said to be a premonition ability. This ability has helped me identify dangerous things countless times and given me accurate guidance.

Therefore, this time, I did not regard my intuition as an illusion. I could only move forward more cautiously and more carefully, hoping to get an answer from the priest.

But just as I walked into the middle of the church, a low voice suddenly sounded, almost scaring me to death.

"In the boundless darkness, countless unsolved mysteries are hidden. However, there are always some curious people who bravely raise the torch of exploration in the darkness to peek at the mysterious, bizarre and terrifying unknown worlds."

"Marcus, are you here to find the answer in your heart?"

I don’t know whether or not you answered it. Did your line copy from "Into Superstition"?
Chapter completed!