Mareg was silent for a moment, then sighed, and said with memories in his eyes:

"Our Planders family originated in the early Quaternary period, and their ancestors were named Sefir. Planders family were descendants of him and Princess Aishi. Our abilities come from the Dereso royal bloodline of Princess Aishi.

"But later, for some reasons, the ancestors and princess were persecuted and disappeared. In the middle and late period of the Fourth Age, a senior from the Planders family found a clue and welcomed the remains of the ancestors and Princess Aishi, among which this dagger..."

"Later, the era changed and the situation was turbulent, and the Planders family was divided into two branches, one in the south and one in the north. This dagger was in the hands of family members in the Southern Continent..."

Martin, an outsider, actually knew better than Marreg about what happened in the Lanpei Empire for about a hundred years.

The one who entered the spiritual world to look for Sefir's corpse was Dotu Planders, who he had seen in his nightmare.

But he didn't know what kind of story happened in real history after Duotu took away the corpses of the two.

But it sounds like the two branches of the Planders family don't seem to be very connected.

"Since you are not from the Planders family, how did you get this dagger?" Marreg asked at Martin in confusion.

"It comes from an assassin..."

Martin no longer concealed this and informed Mareg of the original source of the dagger.

Maleg sighed with some concern: "Oh! It seems that the only one of our Zeta's veins in the Planders family is left."

Such important things are lost outside, which means that the person who keeps it is likely to have encountered misfortune.

But Martin asked tentatively: "I wonder if you have ever heard of the title Planders, the master of secret art?"

Maleg was a little surprised and frowned and said, "Master of Secret Art? Why haven't I heard of such a title?"

"Uh... this is not the title you think." Martin shook his head slightly and explained, "In fact, this Mr. Planders is a member of the Secret Language Order."

"I've had the honor of seeing him twice, but I'm not sure if it was a coincidence that his name was Planders."

Strong people in higher-level sequences will have their own titles.

However, the Maleg in front of him seems to have just entered the advanced level and has not yet confirmed his title.

"Where is he now?" Maleg's eyes were filled with a hint of eagerness.

Obviously, I wanted to personally confirm the identity of the person Martin mentioned to see if he was a member of the family who was wandering outside.

Martin pondered for a moment: "If nothing unexpected happens, he should have arrived in Rhone. If necessary, I can write a letter to help you ask."

"Then I'll bother you!" Mareg thanked sincerely, "I'm going to set off for Coretta tomorrow morning. If it goes well, I'll see you in two months."

Maleg got up and was about to leave.

Because today's topic is too important to him.

Moreover, the content learned from Martin is also very complicated, and he urgently needs to digest it well.

So until he left, he didn't even catch a sip of his honey tea.

Seeing that Martig had no intention of asking for a dagger, Martin was still confused.

As if seeing Martin's doubts, Mareg smiled and said, "The members who stayed on South Road back then were looking for news about their ancestors. Because there were rumors in the family that their ancestors did not die."

"Later, when looking for clues, I got a prophecy from a prophet about the dagger..."

What prophecy?

Martin was a little curious.

Although Tiya's face was calm, her head turned slightly, and she was obviously very interested in it.

Without waiting for the two of them to ask, Maleg continued: "The person who masters the dagger will save the Planders family."

Mareg said this, looked at Martin meaningfully, and then smiled, leaving while the two of them were watching.

Uh...this prediction again!

Marting suddenly felt a little overwhelmed.

He couldn't help but remember the prophecy that Tiya told him a while ago-

He will be the hope for everyone...

Martin couldn't help looking at Tiya next to her again. The corners of her mouth raised, her brows slightly frowned, as if she was also silently thinking about something.

Martin returned to his seat, took out his dagger, frowned and wondered what kind of experience this thing had.

Unfortunately, the nightmare above has been resolved by Martin and he cannot return to the end of the rule of Amara, the queen of the Lanpei Empire.

After Maleg left, Tia stayed for a while and drank the honey fruit tea, and left with some snacks.

The moon's tail was circling around in Martin's hands.

Apart from the dagger, Martin really couldn't imagine other intersections between himself and the Planders family.

Seeing the moon lying on the table, Martin subconsciously asked: "Can you see what I have to do with the secret technique sequence?"

The moon looked up at Martin, and his light green eyes emitted a faint fluorescence.

Meow--

It's so strange that I can't see clearly, but I can feel the silver light of the secret technique sequence everywhere, lingering around you.

Hearing this answer, Martin couldn't help frowning.

Does this mean that you are destined to have many connections with the secret technique sequence?

When she returned to the room, Doriani was still reading the book attentively. The guest visit just now did not seem to have any impact on her...

Martin shook his head, without disturbing her, and then he simply washed up and returned to the bedroom.

As for the things on the table, he didn't even clean up.

Because Doriani always does everything properly when he leaves.

This is also her request.

In private, she always wants to regard herself as a student.

In Doriani's own words, it is to be able to do something within her ability to the teacher, which will make her feel more at ease.

Originally, Martin felt that this was not needed at all, but Doniani was very persistent in this matter.

After working hard twice, Martin gave up after finding that there was no effect.

To be honest, although Martin is willing to cook some vegetables, he will be reluctant to do something like cleaning up the mess if someone does it for him.

The next morning, when Martin washed up and went out with his windbreaker, Maleg was already sitting in the carriage and gradually moved away from Faralin.

...

From the perspective of the perspective, we come to the Kingdom of Tisven on the other end of the Northern Continent.

Capital, Rhone City.

A middle-aged man who looked less than forty years old was sitting at the table, with his quill flying quickly on the paper, making a rustling sound.

Outside the window, the heavy snow like goose feathers was flying even more rampantly.

The biting cold wind whistles, a scene of ice and snow.

Dongdong!

"Mr. Tuft, have your letter."

After knocking on the door, a very respectful voice came from outside the door.

However, due to the strong wind, the man's voice was deliberately raised a little.

The middle-aged man didn't stop writing and said, "Come in."

The door was slowly pushed open, and the man in a robe walked into the room and respectfully placed the letter in front of Tuft.

After Tuft wrote a few more lines, he stopped writing and picked up the letter slowly.

The man looked at the knowledge he was recording, and his eyes showed a look of desire and admiration.

After reading the letter in silence, Tuft dragged his chin and thought for a moment.

"How did you collect the things you asked you to collect two days ago?" He looked at the man opposite and asked in a quiet voice.

"The Immortal Fire has been found and placed in the collection room." The man immediately answered in a respectful tone when he heard Tuft's question.

Taft nodded slightly, then ordered: "Notify Jena and ask her to take the Immortal Fire to Gaver and hand it over to the Vice President."

"Affect the order."

The man hunched slightly, slowly exited the room, and then carefully closed the door.

Tuft picked up the quill and brewed it for a while, but something was written on the white paper.

Olic...

Knight bloodline...

What's the secret...

Tuft stared at the words on the paper with deep eyes, and the murmuring in his mouth was buried by the blowing snowstorm, no one knew it...

On the other side, the southern coast of the Lance Empire was shining brightly at this time, and despite the wet sea breeze, it still felt a little hot.
To be continued...