After the success of the Britannia Revolution, Heilang and the Brotherhood wanted to try to apply the template here to other countries in Europe to completely end the decadent monarchy system.
They have indeed succeeded in some small countries.
However, just when they were about to apply their mature model to major European countries, they were ambushed and paid a heavy price. Even Heilang was seriously injured.
According to the Brotherhood's subsequent investigation and Heilang's own speculation, it seemed that there was an entity that had reintegrated the forces of the Nightmare Order in Europe and began to attack the Brotherhood's forces across Europe.
They are very powerful and even have some special powers. Hei Lang suspects that they are nightmares under the hands of the God of Sleep.
But in short, the Brotherhood has been turning to the dark side in the past few years, and has been fighting against the Nightmare Order. Both sides have won and lost, and they seem to have fallen into some kind of cycle.
This stalemate continues to this day, decades later.
The good news is that although the original Brotherhood suffered heavy losses from the Nightmare Order, the former Brotherhood headquarters has been successfully preserved.
However, compared to the Montney Manor in the past, the current manor can be said to have undergone earth-shaking changes.
In the past, although the manor was used as the headquarters of the fraternity, it was actually home to many family members of the fraternity members.
However, as time progressed, the number of brothers in the Brotherhood increased, and the manor gradually became unable to accommodate anyone.
The brotherhood originally wanted to demolish the manor's walls and internal houses and renovate and rebuild them.
However, Heilang was obviously more nostalgic, so they expanded around the manor.
In the past hundred years, the original manor has developed into a small town marked on the map of the country. Most of the people in the town are members of the brotherhood, their families, and descendants.
The mayor of the town is basically a member of the brotherhood.
At this moment, Arthur was walking in the streets of this small town of Montney.
The Brotherhood has been doing well in these years. It has many industries, branches in various countries around the world, and even some senior officials are their employees.
Therefore, this town is also very beautifully built. The city streets are paved with bluestone paths that are not found in many cities, and the streets are very spacious.
The houses on both sides are built in a unified style, with almost the same height and the same style. Most of them are Baroque style, but they are not too luxurious. It is not an exaggeration to say that they are like a corner of a certain city.
But the most eye-catching thing is the walled manor in the center of the town, which looks like some kind of historical relic.
When Arthur entered the town, there were children running and playing in the streets, but for some reason, as he gradually approached the castle in the middle, there were fewer and fewer people on the streets.
He could clearly feel that the people around him were closing their windows and observing him carefully through some gaps.
At this time, he passed by a coffee shop. The owner of that shop was about thirty years old. He had red hair and a red beard. He should be a Celtic.
He was wearing an apron and had a kind smile on his face.
"Hey, new face, are you here to find someone?"
"Yes." Arthur said.
"Who are you looking for?" he continued to ask.
After a pause, he smiled confidently, "It's not me. I know everyone in this town. Just name them and I can help you find them."
"Heilang," Arthur said.
The man obviously didn't react, "What?"
"Your mentor," Arthur continued, "Is he still alive?"
The owner of the coffee shop squinted his eyes slightly and looked at the old man in front of him carefully. His hair and beard were both gray and very long. He is not tall, but he is not as stooped as other old men of this age, and his eyes are very energetic.
"We don't have this person here," he said.
Arthur frowned slightly and said with some confusion, "It's strange, he should be here."
"Can I ask about your relationship with him?" he continued.
"We are friends."
The moment he finished speaking, the red-haired man's face revealed a moment of murderous intent, and he violently burst into action.
The whole person rushed towards Arthur like an arrow from the string, and the hidden sword in his hand thrust out and stabbed straight into Arthur's chest.
However, Arthur moved slightly to one side and easily dodged the blow. He even grabbed his arm with his backhand and pulled him to the right, pushing his knees upward.
A knee hit him hard in the abdomen. The red-haired middle-aged man spit out a mouthful of liquid mixed with stomach acid, and then fell to the ground, holding his stomach and rolling in pain.
"The speed is good, but the killing intent is too obvious." Arthur commented.
He ignored the man and continued walking along the path towards the walled manor.
At that moment, there was more killing intent in the surrounding area.
Several venomous blow darts flew over from both sides. They were almost invisible to the naked eye, and it was impossible to avoid them at such a close distance.
But Arthur raised his head slightly, and several blow darts almost grazed his head and shot into the wall on one side.
At the same time, two figures fell from the roof above. The hidden swords exuded a cold brilliance in the sun, as if they were preparing to knock Arthur to the ground and pierce his chest.
However, what surprised those two people was that Arthur actually grabbed their arms in mid-air at an inhuman speed.
And at the same time, he took a step back, using the force of their fall to pull back sharply.
"boom!"
The two people came into close contact with the solid masonry ground directly face down.
With the dull sound, the two assassins felt that they had been hit hard by a high-speed train. Their internal organs were trembling. They spit out a mouthful of blood and huddled on the ground in pain.
"The cooperation is very good." Arthur said, "But it's not quiet enough and the sound is too loud..."
He ignored the two people again and continued walking forward.
His pace was neither hasty nor slow, not caring about the increasing number of assassins around him, like an ordinary old man who got up in the morning and went to the park for morning exercises.
The assassins were almost everywhere on the rooftops, in the surrounding lanes, and behind them.
Everyone stared at Arthur, and the hidden swords on his arms flicked out.
Arthur said helplessly, "I'm just here to be a friend. I don't mean any harm."
But obviously, they had no intention of talking to Arthur.
An assassin rushed over first. Both in speed and skill, he was stronger than the previous ones. His hidden sword pierced Arthur's chest!
But Arthur took a step forward, and his arm passed directly over Arthur's shoulder.
Arthur broke into his penalty area directly, but Arthur didn't even use his hands. Instead, he used an action similar to leaning against a mountain, and his shoulder hit the man's shoulder hard.
Along with the crisp sound of bones, he felt that he was hit hard by a high-speed running bull, and his whole body flew backwards several meters.
At the same time, Arthur took another step forward, raised his right hand, and gave an elbow to the assassin who was about to stab him on the right.
With a bang, he was directly knocked away several meters!
…
The underground interior of Montney Manor.
An old man with gray hair and beard was sitting cross-legged in front of a statue, meditating with his eyes closed.
Flames were burning in the surrounding fire towers.
The flickering fireworks reflected his wrinkled face.
Unlike Arthur, who looks very energetic even though he is old, everyone can tell that he is very old. Some people even believe that he is over a hundred years old, but this is indeed the case.
He was wearing a gray loose robe, like a reclusive Taoist priest.
At this time, an assassin wearing an assassin uniform ran down and said nervously.
"Teacher, there is an outsider in the town. He says he is your friend and wants to find you by name."
The old man slowly opened his eyes, his dark eyes filled with wisdom accumulated over the years.
"I have no friends, and those who have are all dead."
His voice was also very old, and there was a bit more breathiness in his words.
"Yes, so we all felt that the visitor was evil, and everyone in the town tried to stop him, but..."
The old man slowly turned his head.
"With so many people in the town, can't they defeat him?"
There was an unimaginable fear in the assassin's eyes.
"You... go out and take a look."
The old man let out a long sigh, then slowly stood up and stretched a little, making a bone-crunching sound all over his body.
"Let's go."
The assassin on one side then took a crutch as tall as a person leaning on a statue from the other side.
The old man took the crutch and slowly walked out of the basement with the crutch, entered the ground, and slowly came to the door of the ancient city wall.
The street Arthur was walking on happened to be opposite the city gate, so from here, you could just see Arthur.
From the old man's perspective, at one end of the street, an old man with long silver-white hair and a beard was slowly walking towards him, and behind him lay a group of Brotherhood assassins.
They were rolling on the ground in pain, wailing, and the whole street was full, but the old man was not hurt at all, and his clothes were not even stained, just like when he first came in.
"tutor."
The assassin beside him couldn't help but speak.
"How about we evacuate here first? We'll transfer all the elites from the other branches."
The old man didn't speak or move. He just held his cane and stared at the old man walking towards this side quietly.
Soon, Arthur came to the old man. He looked at the old man up and down. Although the old man had changed a lot compared to the past, he still sighed with emotion.
"You're old, Heilang."
The assassin on one side stood in front of Heilang, the hidden sword on his wrist popped out, and he looked at Arthur warily. However, Heilang pushed him away with a cane.
Heilang opened his eyes slightly and looked Arthur up and down.
He had actually seen Arthur's appearance before, so he recognized it just now, but he just didn't believe it.
His eyes were trembling slightly and his breathing was a little disordered.
"you……"
"The teacher saved me." Arthur said, "I think you should know who he is?"
"You never came to me." Heilang said, "I thought..."
"With my status, it's really not convenient."
The assassin beside Heilang looked at Arthur, then at Heilang, and couldn't help but say.
"Teacher, do you know him?"
Hei Lang nodded, "In a sense, we should be considered brothers."
The assassin suddenly realized, and he couldn't help but look at the assassins lying on the street below.
It’s no wonder now that only the mentor’s junior disciples can have such terrifying fighting power…
"You come to me, don't you have to be so friendly?" Hei Lang looked at the assassins lying on the street below.
"If I don't do anything serious, I'll just lie in bed for ten days and a half at most." Arthur said.
He said helplessly, "And I told them that I came to see you and am your friend, but they just didn't believe it."
Hei Lang glanced at the street and said, "It would be good to give them lessons."
"come in."
Heilang took Arthur behind the city wall and entered the manor.
They found a cafe in the manor and sat down.
“The town’s apparent revenue in recent years has been tourism. It’s not far from the coastline and the scenery is pretty good.
This manor attracts many people as a historical relic.
In the past it was almost overcrowded.
However, due to the war in the past two years, basically no one came here.
So you stand out very conspicuously when you come here, and you can easily be recognized as a spy. "
The waiter on one side came over with a plate and placed a glass of water in front of Arthur and Heilang.
The waiter saluted Heilang and then left the place.
"You didn't come to me just to chat, right?" Heilang continued,
"I haven't seen you for more than fifty years, and I suddenly came to see you. It's no wonder you think so." Arthur nodded.
"There's really no reason?" Hei Lang was a little surprised.
"There is a reason," Arthur said.
Hei Lang glanced at him speechlessly.
Arthur smiled and said, "Aren't we too old to joke?"
"I don't have as much free time as you. I just use fake death to leave all the government affairs of a country to others." Hei Lang said.
He picked up the water glass in front of him and took a sip, "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
Arthur stared at him quietly, his eyes flashing, "Do you still remember our ideals?"
Heilang paused in drinking water and raised his head to look at him.
"This war is also the best opportunity." Arthur whispered softly,
"The sacrifices and heavy taxes caused by the war will lead to public dissatisfaction, and these internal conflicts are our opportunities." Arthur's eyes flashed.
Heilang thought for a moment, "Over the years, the Brotherhood has also been promoting these movements. For example, those who are now active openly. However, news came from our people not long ago that there seem to be some conflicts within them. Many People began to choose to support their own country’s aggressive actions..."
“But there is still a place where people are fighting for it, right?”
Heilang's eyes flashed, "That is indeed a good young man."
He seemed to have thought of something and whispered, "I understand what you mean..."
(End of chapter)
