The drinks came over at this time, and the three of them thanked politely, and the conversation continued without any interruption.

In Cassia's spiritual world, Sukalius lay helplessly on the scorched earth. He wanted to say a few words, but even if he stayed in a captivity for nearly a thousand years and had not had any contact with the outside world, he also understood that closing his mouth is the most rational choice. Whether it is Cassia or Pekinz, he could feel the relaxed and happy mood of both. He rashly broke it and waited for his own result would definitely not be good. He thought like this.

At the same time, it was the entire Manoma region, perhaps due to information delays. Until now, dozens of super analyzers buzzed alarms almost at the same time, indicating that someone had invaded them in a short time.

The program engineers who stayed aside at any time immediately acted, but after checking, the invasion had long disappeared, leaving no trace at all, as if they were just coming to take a look, and making a sound, telling them that someone had been here.

"The location is exposed." An engineer spoke, and then others added, "Although the extremely powerful invasion method and defense system played a role, it only blocked slightly. If the other party did not leave on the initiative, it would definitely happen if the invasion was successful."

The same situation happened in the main control room of dozens of super analyzers, so that the same thing happened within the Chira Andi family.

The reason was not found, and the traces of the invaders disappeared completely, and the reverse tracking could not be carried out. After a while, the situation was reported layer by layer and then returned to calm. Sukalius, who caused this situation, was lying helplessly on the scorched earth, waiting for the three of them to end their conversation.

On the other side, Grote had found a place to stop the car, and walked alone between a statue more than ten meters high under the snow.

Shortly afterwards, Grott put away his umbrella, and large swaths of snow fell, and soon a thin layer of thin layer was accumulated on his shoulders and the steel needle-like hair. He raised his head and looked at the statue in front of him, a knight-like outfit from the Mano Kingdom period. The metal armor on the statue was cast from high-end alloys. The huge forged steel sword held in both hands still reflected the cold light of the surrounding ground lamps. The sharp blade cuts the cold wind and the snowflakes hitting it without any effort.

With his hand reaching out to erase the snow on the pedestal of the statue, Grote looked at the engraved introduction and snorted softly, full of mockery. He might have a different feeling when he looked at his epitaph.

"Diet on the battlefield,,,"

"It is indeed a battlefield, but it is a battlefield opened up by the Empire for me alone. Now, it has become an extreme area due to uranium gold radiation."

"However, this statue is worthy of praise. It is indeed what I look like, and it comes from a very good artist." This sentence is no longer a conversation with oneself, but to the person beside him.

Grote looked over and McGrie walked out of the shadow of a statue, bent down with respect, and greeted: "Mr. Grote. I wonder what it would be like to go back to the Empire Manoma again?"

"Feeling?" Grote said, turning around and walking towards another statue. "There is nothing but nostalgia. I miss the Manoma from a thousand years ago, not this piece. At that time, the Manoma did not have the huge scope of the moment, and the buildings were only several stories high, but they were even more lovely. Now,,,"

He shook his head, not wanting to express his comments.

The two went to another statue, and Grote swept away the snow on the pedestal with his hands, revealing the snow under the snow - the second generation of the Knights of the Empire, the leader of the Knights of the Round Table, Coverdale Nelson,,,,”

"The bones were found?"

McGrie looked at the name of "Coffdale Nelson" on the pedestal and nodded to confirm, "Compared with records from all aspects, hundreds of years ago, after Coffdale Nelson was killed by the joint team, his body was not recycled by the joint team. This should be a deal. At that time, Coffdale, who went out, did not bring any sacred equipment, and did not recycle his body, it was a reward."

"Afterward, the Holy Emperor Hall and the King's Family Astus dealt with the body. As for how to deal with it, there is no record. Even though in the past few days, due to the disappearance of a large number of Presbyterian members, we were able to show deterrence with the help of the Imperial Council and Mr. Pekinz after arriving, and went to the Holy Emperor Hall and the King's Family's internal data storage room for searching, but there was still no result."

"When the first process was handled, the participants had only the Holy Father and the Presbyterian members at that time. The information was in their heads, and no paper information was left."

Grotet sighed and said he knew, "So, the frozen sleepers under the tundra and liquid nitrogen lake have also disappeared?"

"I found out that the Father and the Presbyterians disappeared, and immediately went to these sleeping areas, hoping to intercept some unresuscited people. But the enemy's movements were obviously faster than us, and nothing was left." McGrie sighed with regret, and then continued, "The only bone I found was from the Avalon Institution. According to their historical information records, this bone belonging to Coverdale was obtained by the exchange."

"In that era, professors at the Avalon institution at that time exchanged them for a life-extending surgery as a cost. But there was no more information, and the content of the transaction was limited to this."

"It's a pity that if this is the case, he will really die completely and have no chance to stay." Grotter knocked the base with his hand, and the thud sound was like the heartbeat of Coverdale Nelson's statue, powerful and powerful, able to spread in the cold wind.

Looking up, Grote looked at the statue's oppressive eyes, "Did you know that that time you went out was your own death? I think you should have noticed something, maybe you left a message, but for a long time, everything disappeared, and even the history about you was fabricated and changed."

"I still look forward to that small possibility, and I hope to see someone like you in this era. Unfortunately, there should be no chance."

"Contact Mr. Pekinz, and bring that bone piece with him. There are many more things in his head than me, and maybe he can find other traces. By the way, go to the Holy Emperor Hall and the general residence of the King's family Astus."

“Arrange now.”
Chapter completed!