Transcendent Dawn

Kingdom of Tallinn.

Varun is in the workshop, staring at a few sketches in a daze.

Fitch pushed the door open and came in, his face pale.

"Are you okay?"

Warren asked with concern.

"It's okay, the bishops of the 'Assessment Institute' already think that I have cleared my suspicion..." Fitch didn't take off his coat: "What about you? Did you find that woman?"

"No...the other party seems to be an invisible person, without all the information...this is impossible."

Varen shook his head: "I suspect...maybe it's a senior spy trained by the Free Cities Alliance..."

"In addition, more than half of the people in that small town were 'infected', and the follow-up was handled by the guardians of the Church of Nature... and the secret realm disappeared."

Fitch clapped his hands and said: "The only valuable information we have obtained so far is the portrait of the man named 'Turing' in Stormwind Manor. Regarding this clue, you don't know how rich the meaning behind it is. "

"Huh? What's the problem?" Varen was a little surprised.

"That Turing is too ordinary. We got all his resume from Forrest Kingdom. Except for his sudden disappearance more than ten years ago, his life is too normal. It is so normal that it is impossible to suddenly go to Stormwind Villa , and then make a 'prophecy'..."

"Perhaps during the ten years of disappearance, he became a transcendent." Varen shrugged.

"I don't rule out this possibility, but I know a partial historian who has a different opinion. Didn't you see that I haven't changed my clothes yet? Let's go!"

Fitch pulled Varen out of the laboratory and got into the carriage.

"Go to the slums, White Phosphorus Street, No. 60."

Fitch gave an order, and the carriage immediately started to move.

"I said..." Varen scratched his scalp: "Does the 'historian' you mentioned live in a slum?"

"Yes, his name is Uzvich Pollenteau. He used to be a member of the Church's "Assessment Office" and was responsible for studying some historical documents..."

Fitch replied.

Testing institute!

This department is in the Church of the God of Knowledge,

It has great power, because it is responsible for examining the members of the church and excluding those who are "polluted" or "spiritually unqualified".

Working in such a department, even if it is just an ordinary member, should not be underestimated.

"Then why..." Varen asked.

"Because he had some mental problems, he was kicked out..." Fitch shrugged.

"You want me to ask a lunatic?" Varen's eyes were filled with disbelief.

"No, usually, he is a normal person, only when talking about ancient history, he will be stubborn... I happened to meet him and mentioned the name 'Turing', and he was very interested..."

Fitch replied.

During the chat, the carriage had already stopped in a shed area.

Fitch paid the fare and let the carriage wait beside him. He brought Valen to the wooden house with the number 60 on it, and knocked on the door.

bang!

The wooden door was opened, and a white-haired, old-faced, but rosacea-nosed white male looked over. He was Uzvici Polenteau.

"It's Fitch, come in."

He invited the two into the living room: "Would you like a glass of Flaming Red Lips? I like its taste the most!"

"No, I don't drink during the day." Varen politely refused, and looked down on the historian even more.

"Mr. Uzvic, you should know why we are here."

Fitch cleared his throat: "You told me earlier that you made a major discovery about the man 'Turing'!"

"History is a cloud of fog. I can only see limited truths. Many recorded stone tablets have been lost in the long history... I especially want to find an obelisk, but according to later generations, they have long been They no longer have power and have become ordinary stone slabs...but they relate to a prehistoric civilization, an incomparably brilliant era—the ancient Sulu mythological period!"

Uzvic's eyes were a little blurred: "That was the era when the gods walked the earth and the first creator lived on the holy mountain..."

"Ahem..."

Varun coughed, obviously taking this as the ravings of an alcoholic: "We just want to find clues about Turing..."

"Oh, yes, young people nowadays are always in such a hurry!"

Uzvic took a sip of his spirits, climbed up the stairs, and threw down a huge book that was almost falling apart.

Snapped!

Countless dust flew up, causing Fitch and Varun to cover their mouths and noses.

"The name Turing...is very interesting! Have you ever heard of the earliest history of mankind?" Uzvic asked suddenly.

"Of course, who can forget the glory of the Mercenary Emperor and the Magic Emperor?" Varen said, "However, from the current perspective, they should all be just powerful 'saints'!"

"hehe……"

Uzvic sneered: "Then, these two great emperors suddenly rose up, even though they themselves have the appearance of great emperors, who taught them?"

"?"

Warren has a black question mark face.

What he was looking for was a mechanical mentor in the past few decades. What does it have to do with the history of the Mercenary Emperor?

"Ahem... the mercenary emperor started in the earliest city-state era, maybe his teacher was his father... and the magic emperor originally had the title of three magic inheritors, and their teacher may be a saint ?” Fitch guessed.

"Wrong! It's all wrong!"

Uzvic's eyes were bright, and he pressed his big hand heavily on the book: "I searched a lot about the deeds of these two great emperors, especially their court records, among which they each sighed about their teacher... Do you want to know? "

Without waiting for Varun and Fitch to answer, he opened the ancient book directly: "Look...the red line I marked."

Varen and Fitch looked at each other and looked up.

Immediately, their bodies trembled, as if they were frightened by something, or they saw something incredible: "The teacher of the Mercenary Emperor...is a wise man called 'Turing'? And the teacher of the Magic Emperor is also called Turing. Spirit? No...that's impossible."

"History is just a little girl who can be dressed up by others... and a black hand has been running through our era, influencing at some key nodes!"

Uzvici said: "Human beings are nothing but humble and insignificant things, and they can only be fooled passively... This is my view of history, but I was expelled by the testing center..."

"Evidence, we need evidence!"

There was some cold sweat on Varen's forehead, but he asked calmly, "Do you have any evidence to support you?"

"No……"

Uzvic spread his hands: "I don't have the slightest evidence. I only learned some truths from a great existence... But even this book, its authenticity has been identified as 'doubtful'... …but I believe my research must be correct."

"Great existence? Isn't it a wise sage?"

After hearing his discussion, Valen and Fitch looked at each other, and their hair stood on end for an instant.