Chapter 829

Tallinn kingdom.

Warren was in the workshop, dazed at some sketches.

Fitch pushed the door in, looking a little pale.

"Are you okay?"

Warren asked with concern.

"It's all right. Several bishops of the certification office think I've cleared the suspicion..." Fitch didn't take off his coat: "what about you? Did you find the woman?"

"No... the other party seems to be an invisible person without all the information... It's impossible."

Warren shook his head: "I doubt... Maybe it's a senior spy trained by the alliance of free city states..."

"In addition, more than half of the people in that small town were 'infected', which was later handled by the guardians of the nature Church... And the secret place disappeared."

Fitch clapped his hands and said, "the only valuable information we have so far is that there is a portrait of the man named 'Turing' in the storm manor. You don't know how rich the meaning behind this clue is."

"Hmm? What's the problem?" Warren was a little surprised.

"That Turing is peaceful. We got all his resumes from the kingdom of forester. Except for his sudden disappearance more than ten years ago, his life is too normal to suddenly go to storm villa and make 'prophecy'..."

"Perhaps in the ten years of disappearance, he became an extraordinary person." Warren shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't rule out this possibility, but I know a eccentric historian who has different opinions. Don't you see that my clothes haven't been changed? Let's go!"

Fitch pulled Warren out of the lab and into the carriage.

"Go to the slum, 60 white phosphorus street."

Fitch gave an order and the carriage started straight away.

"I said..." Warren scratched his scalp. "Does what you call 'historian' live in a slum?"

"Yes, his name is uzwich bolundo. He was once a member of the church's' verification Institute ', specializing in the study of some historical documents..."

Replied Fitch.

Verification Institute!

This department has great power in the Church of the God of knowledge, because it is responsible for examining the members of the church and excluding those who are "polluted" or "have poor spiritual beliefs".

Working in such a department, even if it's just an ordinary member, can't be underestimated.

"Then why..." Warren asked.

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

"You want me to ask a madman?" Warren's eyes were inconceivable.

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

Replied Fitch.

In the middle of chatting, the carriage had stopped in a shanty town.

Fitch paid the fare and let the carriage wait beside him. He took Warren to the wooden house with number 60 and knocked on the door.

Bang Dang!

The wooden door was opened, and a white man with white hair and an old face but a rosacea looked over. He was uzwich polundo.

"It's Fitch. Come in."

He invited them into the living room: "would you like a cup of flaming red lips? I like its taste best!"

"No, I don't drink during the day." Valen politely refused, taking the historian a little less seriously.

"Mr. uzwicz, you should know our purpose."

Fitch cleared his throat: "you told me before that you had made a great discovery about Turing!"

"History is a fog. I can only see the limited truth. Many recorded tablets have been lost in the long history... I especially want to find an obelisk, but according to later people, they no longer have power and have become ordinary tablets... But they involve a prehistoric civilization and an extremely brilliant era - Ancient Sulu myth Period! "

Uzzivic's eyes were somewhat blurred: "that was the time when the gods walked on the earth and the original creator lived in the holy mountain..."

"Cough..."

Warren coughed, apparently taking this as an alcoholic's nonsense: "we just want to find Turing's clues..."

"Oh, yes, today's young people are always in such a hurry!"

Uzzivic took a sip of liquor, climbed the stairs and threw down a huge book that was almost falling apart.

Pop!

Countless dust flew up and made Fitch and Warren cover their mouths and noses.

"The name Turing... Is very interesting! Have you heard of the earliest history of mankind?" Uzwicz asked suddenly.

"Of course, who can forget the glory of the mercenary emperor and the magic emperor?" Warren interface: "however, from the current perspective, they should all be powerful 'saints'!"

"Ha ha..."

Uzzivic sneered: "so, these two great emperors suddenly rise. Even if they have the posture of a great emperor, who taught them?"

“？”

Warren has a black question mark face.

He is looking for a mechanical tutor in recent decades. What does it have to do with the history of the mercenary emperor?

"Cough... The mercenary emperor started in the earliest city-state era. Maybe his teacher is his father... And the magic emperor initially has the title of three magic inheritors. Their teacher may be a saint?" Fitch guessed.

"Wrong! All wrong!"

Uzwicz's eyes were bright and his big hand pressed heavily on the book: "I searched a lot about the deeds of the two emperors, especially their court records, in which I lamented their teachers... Do you want to know?"

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

Warren and Fitch looked at each other and looked up.

Immediately, their bodies shook, as if they were frightened or 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? No... it's impossible."

"History is just a little girl dressed up... And a black hand has been running through our era and influenced at some key nodes!"

Uzwicz said: "human beings are nothing but humble and insignificant things, and can only be fooled passively... This is my view of history, which was expelled by the verification Institute..."

"Evidence, we need evidence!"

Some cold sweat appeared on Warren's forehead, but he asked calmly, "do you have any evidence to support you?"

"No..."

Uzwicz stretched out his hands: "I have no evidence at all. I only know some truth after getting the guidance of a great existence... But even the authenticity of this book has been identified as' doubtful '... But I believe my research must be correct."

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

Warren and Fitch looked at each other when they heard his discussion, and their hair stood up in an instant.