What era is it, still traditional card making

Time goes back to three days ago. Charlemagne, who had just experienced a great battle, returned to the camp. As soon as he opened the door, he saw a man sitting on a chair by the window, holding a book in his hand, as if waiting for someone to come.

As a veteran of many battles, he immediately became alert, drew his weapon on the spot, and prepared for battle.

However, after he saw the other person's appearance clearly, the sword in his hand suddenly loosened and fell to the ground with a crisp sound.

"Ancestor?"

That's right, the person who appeared in his room was none other than the founding monarch of the High Tower Kingdom, Peter Will.

Charlemagne was very sure that the person who appeared in his room was definitely the real thing. The reason was that his blood was throbbing and making a sound of joy.

He had seen the other party once when he first stepped into the chaotic space and accepted the final test. At that time, he felt the same as he does now, and he was simply unable to suppress the beating of his blood.

"Why are you here? Were you also summoned here by that ritual?"

At this moment, Charlemagne's face was very excited. Was he happy to see his ancestor?

No, he knew very well why his heart was beating so fast, and he also understood what this emotion that was emerging now was about. He always maintained a sense of awe towards his ancestor.

This man was a ruthless man who relied on his mortal body to fight his way out of countless enemies and founded a kingdom. Even the goddess that the Tower Kingdom originally believed in did not dare to be so presumptuous when Peter was in power.

  Talented and gifted are the best descriptions for him.

Even in that era when many stars were shining, he was one of the brightest stars.

Facing such a person, even Charlemagne did not dare to be presumptuous. Now he seemed to be back to the time when he faced the dimensional merchant. Every move he made was full of restraint and caution, for fear that he would accidentally offend this ancestor.

  After hearing Charlemagne's question, Peter, who was sitting on the chair, closed the book and turned to look at his most outstanding descendant.

A kind smile appeared on his face. From the outside, he looked like a kind old man, without any sign of the majesty of a king.

"This should be the second time we meet, my descendant, Charlemagne the Great."

"Don't dare take it!"

When Charlemagne heard the title of the Great Emperor, his expression was filled with fear.

  Indeed, after the final trial, he did unify the entire Demonic Continent and accomplished a great feat, but as the person involved, he knew the reason best.

Why was he able to achieve this feat that even his ancestors could not achieve?

The reason is simple. The gods fell. Because of the despicable means of the orc kingdom and the impact of the trial, most countries on the continent fell into turmoil and returned to that dark age.

As the only survivor, he has advantages that ordinary people cannot achieve. He is immune to the influence of the Dark Abyss and has harvested many law fragments and Chaos Spirit Orbs in the Chaos Space.

  Under various conditions, he used the Tower Kingdom as his base, continued to fight, opened the doors of other countries with war, used the Chaos Orb to appease the people and protect them from the influence of the Dark Abyss. After finally destroying the Orc Kingdom, he successfully established his position as the Great Emperor, completing a feat that even his ancestor Peter could not achieve.

Charmain knew very well that everything he had now was largely thanks to his good brother Calvis. If he hadn't helped him survive the trial and obtained so many treasures in the chaotic space, he would never have achieved what he has today.

He, who always hated to act in a high-profile manner, attributed his success to luck. In front of his ancestor, he was extremely humble.

He did not show any arrogance as the master of the continent, but only showed respect to his elders:

"If it weren't for my ancestors' foresight, how could I have achieved the throne of the Great Emperor?"

"Oh, what does this have to do with me?"

"Of course! Without the foundation you laid, and without your help back then, there would be no Charlemagne today."

  His words were spoken with great sincerity. Although he had only met him twice, Charlemagne instinctively sensed that something was wrong with his ancestor.

After all, this person was someone that even the dimensional businessman praised highly.

His great feat of unifying the Demon Continent might be remarkable in the eyes of ordinary people, but in front of a figure like the Dimension Merchant, it can only be regarded as a good result. With the other party's experience, he has seen all kinds of geniuses.

But even with such a person, whenever he mentioned Peter, he would express admiration, and even because of Peter, he would support his descendants a lot.

When Charmain noticed the attitude of this natural disaster, he had already made up his mind to make the Will family always remember the achievements of their ancestor and respect this ancestor.

  After all, who knows whether this ancestor with magical powers is really dead?

Facing Charlesman's flattery, Peter just smiled, then put the black-covered book in his hand on the table beside him, and then said with a smile:

"You are still the same. You always maintain a humble attitude when facing the elders. I originally thought that your personality would change after you achieved the position of the Great Emperor."

"Before the Great Emperor, I was your descendant and the heir of your bloodline. Old Ancestor, let me tell you the truth. I am not always humble in front of everyone. I will only be like this when there are elders like you and strong people like Sir Adams."

"Hahaha."

Peter let out a joyful laugh. Charlemagne was still as eloquent as before, and most importantly, he knew the current affairs.

After the laughter stopped, Charlesman spoke again, slightly bent down, tried to make himself look at the other person at eye level, and asked:

"So, I don't know why the old ancestor came to me this time. If there is anything you need my help with, just ask. As the heir of your bloodline, I will do everything I can to fulfill your wishes."

"When you say this, do you believe it yourself?"

"Mr. Adams has praised your wisdom in front of me many times."

"so?"

"As wise as you are, as kind as you are, you would never ask me to do something that I cannot do. Your descendants believe this very much."

"You are still as talkative as before."

  After saying this, he paused for a moment before continuing:

"Yes, what I want you to do is not difficult to do. You can do it easily."

"Grandfather, just say it directly. If Charlemagne shows any sign of embarrassment, then I will..."

"Hand over the map of the forces in the Elven Forest to the God of Disobedience."

"Then I will"

Charles was a little speechless, and decisively swallowed the second half of his words, then asked:

"Grandfather, why do you want to do this? The Gods are the enemy of all races today. And given their personalities, you won't get anything even if you help them."

  Charlemagne didn't understand why his wise ancestor would make such a choice, why he would do such a thankless task, and why he would drag him into this. Although his morals were not particularly noble, at least he would not betray his comrades.

Handing over the troop distribution map to the God of Disobedience was undoubtedly a betrayal to the Calvis brother who had helped him a lot, and it was undoubtedly a betrayal to the entire coalition.

Charlemagne couldn't do such a thing.

"From the look of you, you can't do it?"

"It's not that I can't do it, nor that I feel it's difficult, but, ancestor, can you explain to me the reason, after all, you see..."

"I need to create a crisis in the Elf Forest. Don't worry, what you are worried about will not happen. The coalition of races in the Elf Forest will not be destroyed, and the World Tree will not end. The savior will appear."

"That's what I said."

"After this incident, you will be completely free. I will teach you how to sever your blood connection."

"Grandfather, I am really not troubled by this matter. I have my bottom line after all. Besides, being your descendant has always been my pride. How could I ever think of severing my blood connection!"

"No need to say so much, you just need to tell me if you can do it."

Charlemagne sighed deeply. Seeing that the ancestor had already said this, how could he dare to continue to refuse?

He nodded, then answered:

"I understand. I will do what you ask me to do."

"Then, come find me at this place in three days."

A memory was transmitted into Charmain's mind, that was where Peter asked him to go.

"Okay, I'll make a note of it. I'll be here on time in three days."

After Charlemagne finished speaking, he suddenly discovered that his ancestor had disappeared and the chair had become empty.

  He walked over and took the book that the other person had left on the table.

The moment he saw the title of the book, he frowned unconsciously.

"What era is it now? Are you still a traditional star beast master?"

What the hell is this book title?

Out of curiosity, Charlemagne opened the first page of the book, and was immediately attracted by the story. He sat down on the chair unconsciously and began to read it carefully.

  Three days later,

Today is the day to meet with my ancestors.

Following the other party's instructions, he handed the troop distribution map of the Elf Forest to the God of Disobedience. In order to achieve this goal, he deliberately created an avatar and let this avatar carry the troop distribution map. Then he died in the hands of a God of Disobedience, giving these gods a wave of gold coins.

As for whether the other party believed it or not, and how to verify it, that was none of Charlemagne's business.

After all, the content of the agreement between him and his ancestor from beginning to end was only one thing, that is, to hand over the distribution map to the God of Disobedience.

Charlemagne waited there for a while, but found that the ancestor had not arrived yet. This made him hesitate. Could it be that he had remembered the time wrong?

  After five minutes, no one came here.

At this moment, Charlemagne has begun to hesitate whether he should leave here first. The general offensive of the God of Disobedience has been launched. He is quite famous in the Legion of Heroes. If he is not seen for a long time, it will easily make others suspicious.

He secretly made a decision in his heart that if the ancestor did not show up within ten minutes, he would leave here first and find time to discuss the next steps with the other party later.

Time passed slowly, and before he knew it, eight minutes had gone by. Charlemagne had already planned to leave, but he did not expect that at this moment, a steady sound of footsteps could be heard.

Charlemagne looked suddenly in the direction of the sound and saw a white-haired old man. There was no way he could mistake that familiar face.

He walked forward quickly and said in a slightly excited tone:

"Grandfather, why did you come just now? You don't know how many difficulties I encountered in order to help you with that matter. I haven't been able to sleep for a single day during this period of time."

"Okay, there's no need to play the victim. You are my descendant. As an ancestor, how can I possibly treat you unfairly?"

"That's good. No, I mean it's really good to see that you are safe and sound. I wonder if you called me here to give me any other instructions?"

"Have."

Peter pointed to the sky and continued:

"The general offensive of the God of Disobedience has already begun. You should know about this."

"That's natural, ancestor. Do you want me to help them?"

"Yes."

"This, ancestor, the gods don't look like they can win. I'm going to help them."

"Well, of course I can see that the fortunes of the Gods have been lost. When I say 'them', I mean the coalition forces of the Forest of Elves."

As soon as these words were spoken, Charlemagne was immediately confused.

"Grandfather, you asked me to give the troop distribution map to the Gods of Disobedience and helped them, and now you want me to go back and help the coalition forces?"

"Why, you want to stand on the side of the God Clan."

"That's not the case. I am the ruler of a country after all. How could I be so stupid? But I don't understand why you did this."

"If we don't do this, who will be the stepping stone for the savior? Listen carefully, your mission is very simple. Just delay the time as much as possible, and then help the savior establish his prestige in the racial coalition when he arrives."

"Savior? You mean... But shouldn't he be in the video now?"

"Don't worry about the rest. Just follow my instructions. When the task is completed, you will definitely get the benefits." (End of this chapter)