"You really are full of optimism," Heinstant still felt there was a problem. The Assassin’s Guild had become more realistic. If it was said that the Primate and the Divine Master of The Great Forest Land collaboratively resolved the hatred between the Temple Knights and the Assassin’s Guild years ago, now... the rift between them seems to be widening again. Heinstant knew that this was not the fault of any organization, but mutual harm was the catalyst for everything. Humans were already returning to space, so why repeat the same mistakes? If Fate truly had a goddess, she must be an Evil God. Carrying this sense of regret, Heinstant and his brother in faith exited the orbital transit hub. While on the platform, they checked their equipment and then left quietly—ancient Guardians rarely engaged in long-range shootings because many Spell Formations could intercept bullets. In this era where Glyphology was lost, no bullets could hit the target after traveling thousands of meters and penetrating a Spell Formation Shield. Exiting the platform, Heinstant scanned the surroundings and didn’t notice anything unexpected or anyone suspicious. While going to retrieve his vehicle, Heinstant glanced at his old friend, "Ingram, what’s the deal, where are the assassins?" "I don’t have much to say either, really strange." This man with graying hair looked around, and when he saw Heinstant’s vehicle, the old man whistled, "Wow, is this that thing you’ve always talked about on the forum?" "Yes, it’s the latest model from New Dong’an, a human world machinery factory in the East, it has high horsepower, large displacement, and most importantly, it can accommodate two people. You are the first man to sit in the back seat, my brother, you should be proud of that," Heinstant straddled it and then unlocked it with his fingerprint, grabbing onto the handle of the vehicle and turning on the motor. "What about your old car?" Ingram climbed onto the vehicle, still observing his surroundings: "It’s really strange, they have not shown up from the start." "So what should we do? Maybe they had a car accident, maybe something came up at the last minute, or maybe, just maybe, they might already know about our plan. After all, the Thanan have a saying, ’You are in me and I am in you,’" Heinstant said, pulling out his cigarette case, lit a West Lake cigarette for himself, and then passed the cigarette case over his shoulder to Ingram: "Want one? This is the best rolling tobacco from the human world of the East, I heard it’s a brand that existed before the Great Destruction." "That really does have a sense of history," taking a cigarette, Ingram bit it in his mouth, then flicked his hand, and a small flame lit the cigarette. "Let’s go, since they are not coming to us, let’s go find that traitor’s offspring." "What’s his name, maybe I even know him," Heinstant asked, turning the vehicle’s head. "Hill Gaiate, alias Marei. To find this guy, we lost three brothers from our prophecy group, someone is helping him," Ingram said through gritted teeth with vehemence in his voice. "Even knowing someone is protecting him, you still want to kill him?" Heinstant frowned—he knew Marei, this guy was a leader of the Dead-Eye group, and he was with a child: "He has a child with him, do you know who his mother is?" "Who knows, but what do you mean by that?" As the vehicle exited the storage area, Ingram asked, "If we show mercy when executing traitors, what about the brothers who died because of traitors, and their families, Heinstant, you are too soft." "I just think, if someone can help this guy, and he even has a child, you know, the human world of the East is a region we don’t understand well, it’s better to restrain ourselves while acting here, I think you wouldn’t want our cause to suffer either," Heinstant argued. "Of course... alright, you’ve convinced me, I won’t kill the child, but if he dies at the hands of the Dead-Eye group, it won’t be our problem," Ingram replied. Heinstant sighed at his old brother’s response—his brother really was too uncompromising, as it is known, the over-hardened are prone to breaking. With that reflection, Heinstant noticed a man standing at the alley entrance, empty-handed and smiling at them. Six fingers? What’s he doing here? He’s unarmed? Planning to negotiate? With such doubts, Heinstant slowed down his vehicle, his old brother Ingram, despite disliking the ancient Guardians, had to admit, pulling the trigger on an obviously unarmed opponent, ready to negotiate, was not something a Temple Knight should do. So, when the motorbike stopped at the entrance of the alley, the two old men saw the situation inside the alley. Several young members of the Assassin’s Guild were standing there, arms crossed—this was a sign that they were neutral. And a giant half-blood, his face covered in blood, knelt there, his face swollen, and Ingram called out his name: "Tot! What happened to you?" "I simply can’t beat this little one, don’t draw your gun, if he wanted to kill me, I wouldn’t have lived to see you." Although this tall man seemed to be badly beaten, Heinstant felt that this young, older-than-they youth didn’t actually have much of a problem. "Six-finger, what exactly do you want to talk to us about?" Ingram behind him seemed to have let go of his prejudices, he got out of the car, walked to the entrance of the alley, and looked down at this half-human. The latter shook his head and smiled as he introduced a conversation topic they did not expect—only then did Heinstant see the child appearing in his line of sight—before that, there was nothing where he had been standing. And as he turned his head, both men recoiled slightly—the hood concealed a pale skull, its eye sockets swirling with pure white Soul Fire. "What in the world is this thing?" Ingram already had his hand on his gun holster. "You are fools; this is our great Grand Tutor." A half-human glanced disdainfully at Ingram. "This is clearly an Undead! Are you all blind?" Ingram’s shout made everyone in the alley—except for that skull-headed figure—laugh, even the young Temple Knight laughed. "Sir Ingram, he is clearly just a Legendary figure who looks like a child." At this, Ingram turned his head towards Heinstant: "Damn, they must have been mind-controlled! Run for it!" As soon as the old man wanted to draw his gun, Heinstant chose to get out of the car, quickly went in front of Ingram, firstly confiscated his gun, and then looked at the skull-headed figure: "Sir Gaiate?" "How is it that after two millennia, you, a pure human, can recognize me, this is truly outrageous." "I have seen you, when old Rasmus met you, although your head was not like it is now, your garments betrayed you." Heinstant swiftly responded, while he restrained his old friend. This is no different kind Evil God, this is a true Legendary being from the past to the future. "The pinnacle of the Gaiate family?" Ingram looked at his old friend: "Are you joking?" "I wish I was joking." Heinstant said with a bitter smile—In this world, if anything is more thrilling than facing troubles old and young, then it’s probably confronting a prehistoric monster. "It seems we won’t be as filled with various suspicions and surprises like that foolish boy." The Sir at the top nodded and said: "I have two matters to discuss with you today, I hope you can cooperate with me, after all I am both the Grand Tutor and the Knight Commander." He said this while performing one of the most ancient rites of the Temple Knights. Heinstant and Ingram hurriedly returned the gesture and immediately dropped their hostility—this rite was only comprehensible to the most ancient Temple Knights, and only mid-ranking officers like them could understand it. "Please go ahead with your questions." Ingram spoke first, his demeanor already showing no signs of resistance—Heinstant would have done the same. Because they saw that the stone tiles under the feet of the Sir turned into a chair as if they were mud. Strength at least at the master level.