I weave fate in parallel time and space

Borg frowned and fell silent.

At this moment, Peggy also came out with a teacup and placed the steaming tea in front of Mycroft.

"Tell the kids," Peggy said. Apparently, she heard it in the kitchen, "They have the right to know where they come from."

Berg sighed deeply, but still spoke in a low voice.

"I understand."

Sherlock narrowed his eyes slightly, "It seems you have a lot to hide from us."

"It's not a concealment." Borg said in a low voice, "Actually, I also know a little bit about it. What I know is only from my grandfather, your great-grandfather."

"You guys talk." Peggy smiled, "I'll go to the kitchen and cut some fruit for you."

With that said, she walked towards the kitchen on one side.

Berg looked at Mycroft, "Do you remember our original last name?"

"Monique." Mycroft said that he was already quite old when the name was changed, so he could recall the name clearly.

"Behind this surname represents a very mysterious force." Borg murmured in a low voice, "It originated in the era of Arthur the Great and developed in Europe. In Europe where the monarchy has not completely disappeared, it is also In the darkest era, what they were responsible for was assassinating those nobles who were just like the common people. And this organization is called the Brotherhood."

"A chivalrous and righteous character similar to a vigilante?" Watson asked.

That era was very dark, so there were actually many similar novels based on the background of that era, such as the more famous "Zorro".

"No, it's much bigger than you think." Borg said solemnly, "They have a very huge opponent. Legend has it that they were the ones who started the world war during the time of King Arthur.

This force was very powerful in Europe at the time, and they had people in both the Holy See and high-level officials in various European countries.

Therefore, the Brotherhood suffered a lot at their hands.

In order to fight against this organization, the Brotherhood also chose to expand like them, placing many people among the top leaders in Europe.

In the later period, they lived directly behind the scenes and began to support the Messerism movement, which was very popular at the time.

It can be said that a large part of the world's largest worker-peasant revolution created by that mentor was fueled by them. "

"Does this organization still exist?" Watson asked.

"You should ask him this question." Sherlock looked at Mycroft with interest.

"Britannia's intelligence agency is said to be one of the top three in the world. You can even detect the magicians who use supernatural powers to hide themselves. Are you unaware of the existence of these people?"

There was a faint glimmer in Mycroft's eyes, "Everyone who passes by will leave traces. If they are still active, then they must have occupied the magpie's nest and exist in this world under a different name."

Sherlock raised his head and looked at his father, "Our family used to be part of this organization?"

Borg nodded, "And he is a senior member of this organization. But at that time, something seemed to have happened that made our elders choose to withdraw from the brotherhood."

"This organization seems quite relaxed." Sherlock commented, "If you want to withdraw from a mysterious organization like this, you must at least cut off your hands and feet."

"What does this have to do with that person?" Mycroft asked.

"They have a creed." Borg murmured in a low voice, "Everything is false and everything is allowed. Everyone who joins the Brotherhood needs to tell an oath."

Borg pondered for a moment and then slowly spoke.

“While others blindly pursue truth and truth, remember – everything is false.

While others are bound by laws and morals, remember - all things are allowed.

Walking in darkness and serving light, we are Assassin. "

"Assassin?" Sherlock thought thoughtfully.

"And that man read this sentence when he came to the door." Borg said, "Of course, he also said that he was not a member of the fraternity. He said that he was just accepting a man who was related to us by blood. My elders asked me to give my children something."

"Wisdom." Sherlock murmured softly. Watson opened his eyes. He seemed to realize something. He looked at Sherlock and then at Mycroft.

At this moment, he finally realized where the two brothers' almost demonic wisdom came from.

I finally understand why these two brothers care so much about that existence at the same time.

"So, if we can find this brotherhood, we may be able to find some clues about him." Mycroft whispered softly.

"Didn't you come into contact with those magicians?" Sherlock asked, "Why don't you just ask?"

Mycroft raised the tea in front of him and took a sip. "The president has reached some agreements with them. The government will help them hide their existence in this world, but the prerequisite is that some intelligence sharing needs to be done, and when encountering similar situations, After a supernatural incident, they come to help.

The latter is their responsibility, and they are happy to work with us to resolve these matters.

And the former.”

Mycroft breathed a sigh of relief, "That person is obviously not in the shared intelligence."

Sherlock shrugged, "Unequal communication is like this. You can't give me much leverage."

Mycroft did not deny it, but just showed an unknown smile, "The wind leaves traces. As long as He walks in this world, it will definitely leave traces."

He stood up slowly, picked up the coat placed on one side and put it on, as if preparing to leave.

"Are you leaving now?" Borg frowned, "Aren't you going to stay for lunch?"

"I've been busy with a lot of things lately." Mycroft said helplessly, "Especially after what happened last night."

Borg showed a solemn expression, but after a moment, he sighed.

"wait for me a while."

With that said, he slowly stood up and walked up to the second floor.

Mycroft frowned in confusion, but he didn't leave in a hurry.

Wooden houses are not very soundproof. So he also heard some rummaging sounds.

There were many sounds of large debris falling to the ground, and some fragmentary objects making a ping-pong sound as they struck.

This sound attracted Peggy who was handling fruit in the kitchen. She walked out of the kitchen with a fruit knife and looked at Mycroft with some confusion.

But soon, he walked downstairs again. But this time there was a lot of dust on his body and a lot of cobwebs on his hair.

Borg came to Mycroft and handed him a string of pendants.

"This is what my grandfather gave me."

Mycroft took the pendant and looked at it carefully. He didn't know what kind of metal it was made of, but it had a nice luster.

Even if it has been left for so long, it is only contaminated with some dust, so it should not be made of iron, but some relatively precious metal, probably platinum or the like.

The pendant's pendant is something similar to the tip of a spear, triangular, like a symbol or a sign.

Borg spoke slowly: "This is the emblem of our family and the token of that organization. If you can meet that organization, you may be able to gain their trust through this thing."

Mycroft held the pendant in his hand, "Why didn't you tell me about the existence of this organization earlier?"

Berg sighed and said, "Your great-grandfather said that it is a whirlpool full of dangers. If you re-enter there, you will be accompanied by death in the future. We just want to live a stable life."

He raised his head and looked at Mycroft and Sherlock, with complicated eyes and said, "But now it seems that a stable life has nothing to do with our family."

There was a faint glimmer in Mycroft's eyes. He looked at the pendant in his palm and murmured softly.

"Things are getting really interesting" (End of Chapter)