Although the war in Atlantis was extinguished after the intervention of "external forces", this chaos is far from the end.

All the radical members were at risk, and some of them voluntarily gave up their membership as Atlantis, left the Golden Family, and fled in panic.

They were afraid that the resource faction would retaliate, so they chose to die.

In fact, this choice is also correct and there is a rule to follow.

On a thunderstorm night twenty years ago, Sebastianco did not let these people go... there was not a single fish that missed the net.

The law enforcement captain is selfless and strictly follows family rules. He does not have any feelings at all. He is very accustomed to doing everything.

In fact, this approach is no longer a good review of whether it is right or wrong.

Perhaps, in order to eliminate future troubles, Sebastianco was indeed forced to do it.

Therefore, those radical members could not rebel, and they were worried that this situation would happen again.

No one is willing to bear the consequences of losing his life - even if they have the courage to rebel.

Now, Atlantis lacks a chief officer, Lancelotz has to stand up and take charge of the overall situation.

However, this time, he did not let the story repeat itself in a more cruel and bloody way.

"Can't kill like before." Sebastianco shook his head, a feeling of powerlessness in his voice: "If this happens, everyone will be killed."

This is also the conflict between the law enforcement captains.

He has always been the one who sticks to the principles the most, but at this time, Sebastianco also wavered from a global standpoint.

He seemed to find that his previous code of conduct seemed not completely correct.

At the age of Sebastianco, he was so shaken that it would have to be said that this would have a very strong blow to his mentality - even if his mind was as solid as a rock, at this moment, even the hardest rock would have cracks.

"All the radical members who participated in the chaos, except for the leaders, the rest will not be blamed." Lancelots's voice fell down as he said this: "Just assume that this has never happened."

Let's not blame the past!

Just pretend it has never happened!

Is this really possible?

What a big concession!

"We are not allowed to give orders like this, but it is really difficult to be perfectly executed in the end," said Sebastianco.

On this day, he had already killed several guards.

And these are the backbone of the family.

With such a stir in the radicals, there is a possibility of a fault in the entire Atlantis.

"There is no way to do this," Lancelot said lightly: "You can't kill them all. Just judge the degree of punishment according to your responsibility. There is no other way."

In the eyes of the radicals, they were already in panic after being defeated. After all, the bloody methods of the law enforcement team were too deeply rooted in the hearts of the people. Even though Lancelotz made the decision to tolerate them this time, whether these people had the courage to come back was another matter.

"Okay, if you do this, the task of the law enforcement team will be easier." Sebastianko said self-deprecatingly: "I don't have to kill you like you did twenty years ago."

In fact, the current law enforcement team has lost more than three-quarters of its staff.

They had been struggling to maintain family order and fight the radicals the most fiercely, so the law enforcement team also became the most sacrificed branch in Atlantis. "It's hard to sit in this patriarch." Lancelotz shook his head again, with no fire of power in his eyes: "This... is too hot, no matter how many layers of seat cushions are used."

If it were a year ago, he would probably be very happy to accept the task of making decisions for the patriarch. After all, for this day, Lancelotz had been dormant and had been waiting for many years.

But now, facing the devastated Castia and the golden family that almost broke its inheritance, Lancelotz has no ambitions. He even wants Kestilin to come back soon so that he can hurriedly throw this mess to him.

"Okay." Sebastianko thought for a moment and said, "The law enforcement team will do their best to implement your order. In addition, it is also important to appease the emotions of the resource and centrists."

This time, the two sides fought for life and death, and saw too much blood, and many family members became enemies of life and death. This time, Lancelotz's practice of tolerating the radicals will inevitably be strongly rebounded by another faction.

So, the position of this patriarch is really hot.

If you are not careful, both sides will not please you, and the trust value accumulated over the years will be reduced to zero directly.

"In the past, we always thought that absolute power represented absolute freedom, but now it seems that this is not the case." Lancelotz said: "Some fruits look fresh and sweet, but if you don't taste them yourself, you will never know how bitter the core is hidden under the glossy appearance."

"I'm glad to see that you've gone from an ambitious to a philosopher," Sebastianco said, standing up and ready to walk outside.

"where you go?"

"I'll go and have some rest," said Sebastianco. "After taking the inheritance blood, I feel that I have room for further improvement in my control over my body, but before I can further improve myself, I have to take a nap."

"The blood of inheritance...the lost holy land...is that true?" Lancelotz had already seen from the battle before that Sebastianko's strength has increased by more than one-third compared to before.

Lancelotz expressed his congratulations on this, but his mentality was very calm and he didn't even feel any envy in his heart.

This mentality may not be possible from the ambitious man in the past.

However, after experiencing family wars, Lancelot calmed down unprecedentedly.

"Of course it's true," Sebastianko said in a deep voice. He stopped and turned to look at Lancelots. "This is the third time you have asked me this question. I really don't understand what is there to doubt about the holy land in the Kilimanjaro Mountains?"

Sebastianko thought Lancelots's idea was a bit ridiculous, obviously too cautious, and this cautiousness was even unreasonable.

"If this inheritance blood is not real, how could it have made such a great improvement in my combat power? How could it appear in that lost holy land?" Sebastianco said: "If I have the chance, I really want to take you back and see how spectacular and magnificent the temple located in the mountain is."

"I know what you want to express. I believe your eyes, but..." Lancelotz hesitated for a moment, as if he was trying to correct his words: "But, seeing may not be true."

Sebastianco is extremely loyal to Atlantis, and the same is true for this precious golden bloodline.

The law enforcement captain who adhered to principles even believed that Lancelots' suspicion was a manifestation of disrespect for his ancestors! "Is there any problem? The holy land is there, and the guardian of the holy land is there. Lancelots, you must know that nothing can be hidden from my eyes." Sebastianko seemed a little unhappy and said coldly: "Lancelots, over the years, you have been obsessed with fighting for power and profit, and have turned your eyes short."

The criterion of judgment of the law enforcement captain is very simple - you have never seen the beauty of the temple with your own eyes, but you suspect that it is a false prosperity or even a conspiracy? This is obviously nonsense!

"Okay, I believe you, after all, the effect of inherited blood is so magical." Lancelotz said: "If you have the chance, you must go to Africa to have a look."

"The ancestors of Atlantis were extremely great. Their life journey was so glorious and sacred. We descendants were completely ineligible to question them." Sebastianko said: "Lancelotz, your heart is in chaos. Please put your attention to the present."

After saying that, the law enforcement captain turned around and left.

Lancelotz watched the golden back disappear, and he obviously had a sense of being reluctant to speak, but Sebastianko's attitude was so firm that he couldn't say anything more.

"The blood of magical inheritance, the magical lost holy land." Lancelotz looked like an atheist, so he doubted such inheritance. After all, even Castia, the previous sanctuary, could not make such a huge improvement to the descendants of the Golden Family. This is simply a leapfrog.

Is this huge improvement really not a sequelae?

Lancelotz felt very tired and sat on the chair, so he didn't want to stand up anymore.

This is unprecedented weakness, from the mind to the body, it is full of emptiness.

"Maybe it's old." Lancelots shook his head and looked at the empty room. The former ambitious man suddenly felt an unprecedented loneliness.

Lancelots' children, Poseidon, Suye, and Mirabelle, all left him as his father.

He used to think that absolute power was the supreme pursuit in life, but now, the deserted surroundings make people feel so lonely.

"Power is like spring medicine, which can make people excited for a moment, but not eternal." Lancelotz said to himself: "The basic human emotions are."

Only emotions are eternal.

Human beings can never overcome this sense of loneliness in their hearts.

It's late at night.

Although Lancelotz was tired, he didn't feel much sleepy.

He just sat there for an hour and thought about a few questions that had not been answered.

Then, Lancelots stood up, walked to the huge bookcase, climbed to the top of the bookcase on a ladder, and pulled out a thick booklet full of dust from it.

"This is something that has been covered in dust for twenty years, and I almost forgot it."

Lancelots said, brushing away the dust from it, revealing the name of the book.

The gold-plated characters that used to be have become mottled and dim.

The cover of this booklet is:

For the never-forgotten memorial - the list of deaths in Atlantis.

…………

Lancelotz sat at the table, and he took a deep breath, as if he was treating an extremely precious thing, and he carefully opened the booklet.

Each page is divided by year, with names written on it. On page 58, Lancelots finally saw the name he was looking for.

Leno.

"Diet twenty years ago," he whispered.
Chapter completed!