C131 The Search for Dark History(part Ii)

Deep into the night, in a corner of the [Pantolacken Wang Li Central Library].

"Well?" Arthur asked from the other end of the communication device.

Fortunately, he didn't feel any interference from the barrier. Bedivere who was hiding in the shadows replied, "Lianyin, can you bring Arthur and the others over? "

"Yes, acting master." Lianyin said.

"Uh, um …" Bedivere suddenly thought of something, and said with a red face: "Actually, I wanted to say it a long time ago … …" Can you not call me "Acting Master"? "

The meaning of the instruction was unclear. Request extended explanation. Lianyin asked mechanically.

"Well, that is to say..." "Previously, it was in a place with no outsiders, so what you call it is not a big deal." But it's embarrassing to think that if you ever call me 'Acting Master' in public. "

"Understood." Request a change of user name. Please enter a new user name. "

"Just call me [Bedivere]. The Werewolf Boy said with a red face.

"Master Bedivere." User name modification completed. "

"Don't add 'master'!" Bedivere didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

Ten minutes later, everyone followed Lianyin's Teleportation and arrived at the library.

"There is an enormous space, deep underground here." Eavan looked on with widened eyes. After continuously training, his Hawk Eye Arts was gradually able to see through the wall that was not thick at all. "A very deep place, with many layers of defenses and a barrier protecting it." "

"It shouldn't be wrong, that is the [Black History Library]. "If you want to find the real information regarding the ancient civilizations, they must be there." "

"Real information?" Is the information given by the rest of the library untrue? Bedivere could not help but ask.

"You think the world is too simple." "The reason why countries exist as nations is because they are built on [deceit].

There was too much information in the world that should not be known by civilians. When this information flowed out, it would either cause public alarm or be detrimental to the rule of the ruler of the time. Therefore, the history you find in the ordinary library is a superficial one, written by the state in order to fool the common people.

Human consciousness is preconceived, and if a lie is used to make them believe what they first believed, they will believe it unreservedly until new experiences overthrow their faith. "

Kay could not help saying, "The superficial history is only a part of the folklore." In fact, didn't you see? A guy like Pa Linluoer had been brainwashed to that degree of stubbornness. "

"Twisting history just to make it easier for you to rule, and lying without fear?" Bedivere frowned, "Master's world is truly dark." "

"You'll understand when you grow up, and then you'll be stained with the same kind of darkness." Arthur said disdainfully, "Although she has no sense of decency, if we don't do this, the country will not be able to control her people.

The way of governing a country lay in deceit and control. The more stupid the people, the better the state will function as a machine. "

Bedivere still couldn't agree. As an orc, he had once lived in a "tribe" and not a "country", where, although hard to live, he had [freedom] and [integrity].

"Arthur, if you became the King, would you do the same? Continue to use the same method to deceive the people? The Werewolf Boy questioned.

"I'm not going to be a king at all." "If someone like me were to become king, this country would definitely fall apart." "

"Why?" "

"Because I hate this country more than anyone?" Because what I want most is for this country to be set ablaze? Arthur said coldly, "If I say this, will you believe me?" "

(Not at all.)

(Arthur is more gentle than anyone, Arthur is a good person in nature.)

(He would never allow the people to lie low and not help.)

"I don't want to interrupt you." But can you talk about conspiracy theories another day? "It's so cold here, I don't want to lurk here all night just to listen to your conversation." "

"What do you think?" asked Kay. "Take us to the Black History Library at once?" "

"No," Eavan said. "I was looking at it earlier, this underground facility is really not that heavily guarded." It would be a dream not to alert anyone to enter the underground library. "

"What then?" Come back after you go home? "If it doesn't work out, why don't you push it?" "

"Are you crazy?" Eavan said, "Even if you can get rid of the guards here, once we enter the underground library, we will be like turtles in jars. With 10 batches of 20 reinforcements, will you be able to escape?" "

"Teleport — —"

"If the barrier interferes, teleport my ass!" Eavan retorted.

"There's no need to be so fierce." "

"Who is it?" "Come out!" the patrolling guard said, alarmed. "

Arthur and the rest hurriedly retreated deeper into the shadows, hoping that they wouldn't be discovered.

"I heard you. Don't think you can fool me!" The guard approached slowly, his baton in his hand.

"There's no other way, we can only kill him!" Kay made a killing gesture.

Arthur shook his head fiercely, "We can't alert the enemy! "

"Come out!" The guard moved closer.

"Woof?" "Bedivere rushed out, of course, to turn into a little dog (Wolf?) The way it looked.

"Go, go, you damn wild dog!" The library is not a place you should be! The guard picked up his baton and shooed it away.

"Ahhh!" "Get out of here," Biddy shouted, drawing the guard away.

"Oh, there's such a thing." I've learned a lot. Eavan walked out from the shadows.

"We can't stay here. Let's move forward." "Biddy will join us along with our scent." "

They trotted on for a while and hid in another corner of the library.

"Phew, I finally got rid of him!" Bedivere also caught up.

However, they couldn't go any further. There were six guards guarding that small door. It was impossible to break through. Eavan replied.

"Tsk, is that it?" Arthur thought.

At this moment, there was a white dot dancing in the darkness. When that white dot floated closer and closer, Bedivere realized that it was a butterfly. Butterflies made of ice.

"This is magic?" Bedivere shouted as he put on his clothes.

The butterfly quickly arrived in front of them and then slammed into the wall.

The ice butterfly immediately turned into frost, slowly spreading on the wall and finally turning into a sentence:

— — He walked over to her. "