"Not now, Miss Crawford."

"Call me Miss Crawford now? Wow, you're even colder than I thought. Don't worry, I don't plan to ask your secrets. I just want to ask if your library has some books that I can't borrow." Laura Crawford said with a smile. Champagne after dinner will be very relaxed. The female archaeologist does not want to immerse herself in this atmosphere. She knows that she doesn't have a superhuman body, and excessive enjoyment will only make her skills and body overblown. After dinner, she barely rushed past the blocked sisterhood maid and walked side by side with Salomon in the corridor. "I don't want the knowledge I learned to be lies."

"Do you want to know how many immortals are affecting history?"

"That's right. Jacob gained the sacred source and lived for more than a thousand years. He created a new sect, established a lost city, and even to some extent affected the process of the Mongolian army capturing the Duchy of Ross." Laura Crawford took a few steps and followed the tall and tolerant figure in front of him. Aristotle's marble statue stood beside the corridor, and there were many wise men with his back to the dark night sky of Oxfordshire, all wise men looked at the archaeologists and emperors with pale and godless eyes. "If a person lives since Sescrore's time, then she has enough time to do things that affect the whole world. The job of an archaeologist is to understand the truth, let future generations know the past and the present, and summarize the lessons. I do not want to be deceived, and no archaeologist wants to be deceived."

She was very excited. Richard Crawford, her father had been pursuing the secrets of the immortals, and the divine source was the closest she had to answer. In Paititti, she witnessed the limits of the harm of supernatural powers. The entire planet was just an inconspicuous dust under the feet of monsters fed by supernatural energy, and Kamataj used his flesh and blood to block the walls of those monsters.

"With such a group of people living among humans and guiding human development, how could I ignore this fact!"

The other side of the corridor was erected not by the wise, but by the warriors. Compared to the wise men who left their words and wisdom in history, those warriors seemed extremely strange, but she still recognized several of them. The unparalleled carving skills depicted the flags raised by the breeze, exquisite plate-shaped armor, long swords and soft female facial features, this was Joan of Arc. The ancient armor, one-handed swords and spears inserted in the corpse, holding a long bow, and horses' hooves shattered marble and steel, this was Huo Qubing...

Laura Crawford could feel the martial spirit of this manor. She saw the maids wearing power armor and using guns and cold weapons to train more than once - she thought the definition of cold weapons was inaccurate. She had seen the roaring appearance of chainsaw weapons, and the sharp saw blades rotated at a speed that the naked eye could not see clearly, leaving a dim light of red and hot in the dark night - all warriors belonging to the emperor had to face non-human enemies. She had seen it in Paititi in the rainforest of South America. Only the chainsaw weapons, which could cut armor, could cut the supernatural scales, flesh and bones.

The emperor and the witch once warned her that it was the source of destruction of this universe, and they wanted to use human flesh and blood to stop this corruption. Ghosts, witchcraft or something, and Laura Crawford recalled the close contact in the Kama Taj Library and still felt uncomfortable. It felt like inflammation of the respiratory and digestive system, and the lesions were stirred into the body, which was disgusting.

"You will not be deceived, Laura." His tone was a bit serious, "but I want to make it clear to you that it is not the immortals who lead history but history who leads the immortals. You have made a mistake in causal relationship, and your thoughts are still on the religious thinking of expecting the prophets to guide humans. God is created by man, and history is created by man, and it has nothing to do with the so-called immortals."

"Are you going to show me the history of those immortals?"

"No." Salomon shook his head. Dinner time made him quite relaxed, but the good times were always short. The guards Hammurabi and Amon, who had been waiting for a long time, joined silently as the team passed by. The tall and wide body shape and heavy armor did not hinder their gentle, silent movements. The emperor took a document very naturally, and then pressed it with a ring on the signature. Laura briefly glanced at the contents of the document, which seemed to be a plan for the placement of the mid-section anti-guide equipment.

"You can't see that part of history for the time being."

"This is called deception, or concealment."

"Unless you can sign a contract and seal some of your knowledge, like those high-level books in the Kama Taj Library. I allow you to enter because many of the knowledge in the library cannot be opened without high-level authorization." The emperor handed over the signed documents to the Imperial Guards. He did not feel offended by Laura Crawford's tone, but continued to explain in a gentle tone. "Knowledge is a weapon and must be in the hands of the right people. Imagine, if the Third German Empire gained the knowledge of making nuclear bombs during World War II through people other than Oppenheimer, what would our world be like today?" he said, "Or it was the feathered snake god. Can you imagine the reversal of the Earth's magnetic poles?"

"You regard the history of the Immortal as a nuclear bomb."

"The history of the Eternal Family contains the secret of the origin of life. It is about how amino acids in sea water spontaneously carry out entropy reduction activities to form the most primitive genes, and about the evolutionary process of the lack of intelligent races. I believe in free will, and I also hope that others believe in free will, which is an indispensable courage for the future of human race."

The emperor looked down at Laura Crawford.

"Yes, this is a lie. Some history must be forgotten, and existence must be denied. When the vast majority of humans truly walk out of the atmosphere and realize the vastness and grandeur of the universe, it is difficult not to lose their enterprising spirit. I hope that humans believe in their own abilities and courage, rather than praying for aliens or gods coming from somewhere. I know this is difficult, because the masses are not rational, but need correct guidance and education. I believe that the potential of human beings can conquer the void where even death will disappear. One day we can do it, but before that we need to establish correct ideas and gain courage from human beings themselves."

"A good lie," said Laura Crawford. "Now that the Holy Trinity has been wiped out, do you know what's going on with my article?"

"I'm sorry for your writings that cannot be published, Laura. I've read those articles, and I must admit that every article you write is valuable." The emperor's tone was amazingly gentle, and there was no disgust and murderous aura that was revealed when talking about the Eternal Clan at the dinner table. Perhaps part of this was because his subordinates blocked the publication of Lara Crawford's research articles on the worship of the Feathered Snake God in South America. He did not explain how he filled the political and capital gaps after the death of Trinity, but Laura Crawford was able to think of those methods. He was quite tolerant of all those who could have a positive impact on the human race, even Tony Stark was no exception.

"I believe that one day human beings will be able to muster up the courage and have the ability to face this bad universe. At that time, every word you write will be an important document for human beings to understand their origins and maintain the recognition of human races in all outer space colonies."
Chapter completed!