I weave fate in parallel time and space

His eyes were very special, the dark green eyes exuding a strange light in the darkness.

Yes, it is brilliance, not a metaphor, but an adjective.

This weird brilliance was particularly conspicuous in the darkness, highlighting his extraordinarily coquettish appearance.

"I once thought that his bloodline had completely disappeared from this world."

The middle-aged man said in a low voice.

Mycroft quickly thought of the family his father mentioned, but he continued to ask.

"Who is he?"

The middle-aged man looked at the pendant in Mycroft's hand, stretched out his hand to him, and motioned for him to hand it to him.

Mycroft handed over the pendant in his hand.

The middle-aged man looked at the pendant carefully and murmured in a low voice, "This is the brotherhood's logo, and it was designed by him. The material used for this pendant is a kind of meteorite. From some viewing angles, it will exude a kind of Very strange brilliance.”

"What perspective?" Mycroft asked curiously.

The middle-aged man smiled and said, "My name is Ebony."

"Mycroft." Mycroft said. "Mycroft Holmes."

He pointed to Sherlock on one side, "This is my brother, Sherlock Holmes."

"No." Ebony shook his head, "If your name is not Holmes, your name should be Monique."

Mycroft quietly stared at the middle-aged man in front of him, "I was actually very curious at the beginning. What do you rely on to identify your identity? This pendant?"

"What if I said that I picked up this pendant from someone else's body?" he said.

"Come with me." Ebony just said without explaining.

He walked towards the cross, looking for something on the cross.

Soon, he seemed to have found something and pressed it.

Along with the click, a dull rumble sounded in their ears.

In front of the cross, a downward tunnel gradually appeared in front of them.

As the tunnel slowly opened, the light strips inside automatically lit up, illuminating the land below.

Ebony walked in slowly, while Mycroft and Sherlock looked at each other, but followed him in.

This tunnel is not deep, and is nothing compared to the base in District [-].

They soon entered a very spacious circular platform. The glow of the electric lights brought a lot of soft light here.

Look at the stone bricks on the ground and the Roman column-shaped pillars supporting this underground chamber. Mycroft determined that the basement was built at least before the seventeenth century.

But soon, the five statues placed around attracted his attention.

Professional carvers should have been hired for several statues. Each one is lifelike and seems to be alive.

The tall, simple stone statue is placed on a one-meter-high platform, giving people an unspeakable sense of shock.

Four of the statues are dressed much like Ebony, a special type of clothing with a hood.

But the difference is that their clothes are more contemporary, while Ebony is more modern.

Soon, Mycroft's eyes focused on the statue in the middle.

This is the only one of the five statues not wearing a hooded costume. Rather, it is a robe with a very unique shape, like the clothes worn by a magician. Her medium-long hair is spread casually on the back of her head.

There was endless wisdom in his soft eyes. He stared straight ahead, standing calmly on the high platform, watching the waves of the world surge, ebb and flow.

There is a string of text below this person.

What was written on it was exactly the kind of fraternity declaration his father had told him before.

"Mycroft." Sherlock walked over and lowered his voice, "This person seems to be."

"Can't be wrong."

Mycroft whispered absentmindedly.

He had just met this person not long ago, although he naturally would not admit his mistake.

It can be said that the scene that day has been deeply imprinted in his mind.

His eyes were shining with excitement.

Sure enough, this brotherhood is indeed related to that person.
  "He is the "origin" of the Brotherhood." Ebony said, "We don't know his name, but the creed we believe in is what he gave us, so we call him the Grand Master. He strictly means He is not a member of the Brotherhood, but because of the revelations he brought us, we still regard him as the first of the five great teachers. At the same time, he is also the teacher of the founder of the Brotherhood."

He pointed to the statue of Heron, "And he is the real creator of the Brotherhood. His name is Heron Monique."

Hearing the name, Mycroft opened his eyes, but still shifted his gaze to the statue.

It was built according to the appearance of middle-aged Heilang. If you look closely, it is somewhat similar to Borg, especially the eyebrows.

Under the statue, there is also a string of words.

"I know that we may not be able to save everyone, nor can we do our best, but at least we can light a light in this dark night to give the lost people the courage to move forward again.

Let the good ones no longer cry, and let the evil ones receive the punishment they deserve.

Until the dawn comes."

The text was very brief, but the firm words and the spirit behind them echoed in Mycroft's ears as if they spanned the boundaries of time, space and life and death.

"He was born in the darkest period of Britannia. The power of the nobles gradually expanded with the decline of imperial power. They were like vampires, lying on the bodies of the people who were bent over the hoeing fields, greedily sucking the blood.

His family was killed by nobles, their property was taken away, and his only sister was abducted and trafficked.

Since then, he has made this vow to change the world.

Let all oppressed people receive true fairness and justice.

He was lucky enough to meet his great mentor when he was at his lowest, and received his teachings and enlightenment.

After leaving the Grand Master, he founded the Brotherhood in Europe. "

"Has his purpose been achieved?" Sherlock asked.

Ebony smiled and looked at these statues with deep eyes, "The historical process of mankind is an endless river, and fairness and justice will always be the direction of this river.

No one can change the direction of this river. Therefore, we always believe that true fairness and justice will eventually come, as long as generations of people work hard and persevere.

We would not say that fairness and justice have completely arrived, because there are still many people in this world who are oppressed by powerful forces.

However, he has advanced the historical process far beyond any one of us.

History will not leave his name, but every person he saves will be proof of his existence." (End of Chapter)