I weave fate in parallel time and space

"The aristocratic period, that must be at least the period before King Arthur." Sherlock murmured softly.

"More than a hundred years ago." Mycroft judged.

After a pause, he seemed to realize something, "When Mordred started the revolution, many nobles and high-ranking military officials were assassinated. Historical scholars believe that it was an assassination force trained by Mordred."

His eyes gradually became sharper, and he asked Ebony, "Is it you?"

"I wasn't born yet, so I didn't know what happened at that time." Ebony murmured in a low voice, "But when he was teaching us, he would often use the revolution in Britannia as an example."

"Teach you?" Sherlock was keenly aware of the key, "How long has he lived?"

The King Arthur period was more than a hundred years ago, and the man in front of me was only forty or fifty years old.

"He actually died not long ago." Ebony lamented. "The mentor was a very long-lived man. Many of us guessed that he would live forever, so on the day he passed away, everyone was caught off guard. Panic spread everywhere. Inside the Brotherhood, and because of his passing, many things happened inside the Brotherhood."

Mycroft raised his head and looked at Heilang's statue, and said quietly.

"You must be behind the revolutions in Tsarist Russia and Germany, right?"

He continued, "I have studied the coup in Tsarist Russia. At that time, Nicholas II could have evacuated St. Petersburg under the protection of the army, but he chose to surrender at dawn the next day. It was very strange."

He had heard Borg say before that the Brotherhood was behind the revolution, so it was normal to make this inference.

"It did help a lot." A glimmer of light flashed in Ebony's eyes, "I was in the palace at that time. Of course, I was just a small role. All plans were made by the mentor and the gentleman. Planned.”

His eyes dimmed, "The mentor was still very energetic at that time, which is why everyone thought he still had many years to live."

As he finished speaking, the place was quiet for a while, until Mycroft took a slow breath.

The same goes for Sherlock, with a faint glimmer in his eyes.

“The demise of three monarchical regimes, which were the most gigantic empires in the entire history of mankind, is all related to you.

In a sense, the history you have created can truly be called an epic. "

"I thought you wouldn't believe it." Ebony said, "There is no historical record of any of this."

Mycroft turned his head and looked at Char's statue, "Looking at this, we can't tolerate disbelief."

He looked at Kuro Monique and said with emotion, "He is indeed a hero. Most of the so-called heroes in history cannot escape fame and fortune. But people like him who are purely fighting for the liberation of mankind, It is too little to never care about the existence of one's own reputation after death."

"These are your ancestors." Ebony smiled, "Ancestors who are related to you by blood."

Sherlock frowned slightly and looked at Ebony in confusion.

"I've been curious since just now. "How did you determine our identity? Intuition? "

Ebony smiled and walked to the center of the circular platform, where a Roman-style basin was placed.

There are many porcelain bowls turned upside down next to them.

He filled a clean bowl with some water and held it in front of Mycroft.

"Do you believe me?"

Mycroft stared at Ebony, speechless.

"If you believe me, drink this basin of water." He said, "All your questions will be answered."

If a stranger whom you have not known for ten minutes asks someone to drink a bowl of water from an unknown source, anyone will feel wary.

But Mycroft only remained silent for a few seconds, then took the bowl from Ebony's hand and drank it all in one gulp.

The sweet water passed through his throat and into his belly.

After an unknown amount of time, he only felt dizzy before his eyes, but he had been trained in Veritaserum in the past, so this kind of dizziness was within his tolerance.

But gradually, he felt that the surrounding environment was getting darker. In the darkness, he seemed to hear a group of people chanting something in a low voice.

There were many strangers around him, and the faint firelight illuminated the land.

It's still the familiar rotunda, but without lights. Only one of the five statues that had just existed here remained.

It's the statue of the mysterious existence, but it looks relatively new.

Soon, Mycroft noticed that his clothes had changed and turned into a long hooded assassin suit.

And there were many people wearing the same clothes as him around.

In front of him, a middle-aged man wearing a special assassin uniform was speaking slowly. “While others blindly seek truth and authenticity, remember—”

"Everything is empty." The other assassins around him said together.

The resonance of dozens of voices was stunning.

The firmness and belief in those words shocked people's hearts.

"While others are bound by laws and morals, remember—"

"Everything is allowed!"

"Walking in darkness and serving light, we are"

Everyone also answered the question at this moment.

"Assassin!"

At this time, Mycroft finally recognized that the middle-aged man in front of him was the man named Heilang.

Creator of the Brotherhood.

The carving technology of the statue is very good, and it perfectly restores this legend who has no name in history.

His face was vicissitudes of life, but his eyes were firm, and his pair of deep eyes seemed to have seen through the torrent of human history.

At this moment, he has experienced the Brittanian Revolution and has a clearer understanding of the future of mankind.

"Okay, you go up." Heilang said, "Before going to the church, do the final branding. Go and trace your bloodline."

Heilang turned his head and looked at Mycroft.

His wise eyes seemed to look at him across the boundaries of time and space.

"You will find the power that comes from deep within your genes."

Mycroft cannot control his body, or in other words, it is not his body in the first place.

He was just experiencing another person's life.

He followed the crowd to the church.

Next, he began to accept the rigorous training of these assassins that seemed to squeeze the limits of his body.

Stealth, assassination, reconnaissance, counter-reconnaissance, climbing.

He had undergone similar training in the past, and even more. But here it is more focused on how to assassinate.

There are some unique skills that even Mycroft is amazed by.

For example, you can use your little finger to open a lock in two seconds. Another example is how to restrain one's aura, conceal murderous intent, and make oneself "inconspicuous" among the crowd.

As time passed, he seemed to gradually forget his identity and really became this assassin.

He felt that he was getting stronger and sharper day by day, and that some potential in his body was gradually being squeezed out...

In the real world, Sherlock saw his brother standing there immediately after drinking the glass of water, his eyes closed but motionless.

"Mycroft?" Sherlock shouted with a slight frown.

He looked at Ebony, "What did you give him to drink?"

"It can open the entrance to the journey of tracing the origin." Ebony murmured in a low voice, "It was the mentor taught by the great mentor who used a hallucinogenic herb to prepare a special potion..."

When he finished speaking, Mycroft finally slowly opened his eyes.

There was a golden light in his eyes for a moment, and at this moment, the perspective of the whole world was different.

He felt that his senses had become extremely sharp, and nothing happening around him could escape his feeling.

The surroundings darkened, and everything important appeared to be another color from his perspective.

For example, the Ebony in front of him turned a dull green, which seemed to represent a friendly color, Mycroft thought.

Sherlock on the other side turned into a dark golden color, and there seemed to be some starlight in his body, which was completely different from Ebony (End of Chapter)