Chapter 3, The Unknown Priest

Aimee leaned in and observed for a long time, finally arriving at a conclusion with her keen sense of fashion: "Hmm... this looks very postmodern, but if you ask me, it seems like someone just cut a tablecloth and wrapped it around their body"

John reached out his hand to receive it, and he was certain that the object in his hand was not parchment; the texture was completely different, somewhat brittle, not as sturdy, but undoubtedly much lighter and thinner

Gal leaned closer, and on the opened yellowed parchment was depicted a robe. Although the craftsmanship was poor, making the garment resemble a large sack, the strange patterns embroidered on the robe still allowed him to recognize it; this was the very one currently in Louis's possession

The robe was torn at the chest, almost split into two pieces, yet one could still see the silver threads intricately embroidered to outline the pattern, faintly shimmering under the magnifying glass. Ai Mei was momentarily taken aback; for a brief moment, he felt as if those silver patterns were flowing.

Aimee suddenly produced a pink envelope from somewhere with a "whoosh," her eyes sparkling as she thrust it under Gal's nose

Amy gazed at him with burning eyes

"Gale," he said, "if possible, I would like to meet this mysterious guest of yours"

The Gallic face has a vegetable color

The question is, he asked weakly, "How the hell did I manage to do it?"

Oh—" Aimee elongated her voice, "Tsk tsk, what did I just hear? The lovely Mr. Shao Deng, you actually turned down a therapist. A therapist who would strip you of your clothes, exposing your tender, youthful flesh, and do as they please with it... a 'lady' therapist?"

John once left the temple for a period during his youth, spending many years wandering the world. During this time, he experienced countless adventures and met all kinds of people. Based on his judgment, he felt that the other person's surprise was... not feigned.

Louis raised an eyebrow: "Golden Badge Hunter, you should trust your own judgment on this matter."

Next to it is labeled: "Sword-wielding Priestess Robe"

"In the year 2012," Gal said, picking up a copy of the Sara State Daily that Amy had thrown in his house, and handing it to John: "Today is November 17th—oh, this is yesterday's newspaper."

Although he had only recently used one of these ten brothers, he did not understand "time" at all. All records regarding time are vague and unclear, and apart from its undeniable existence, it is difficult to find any examples or principles.

Louis, in his office, examined the robe that could soon be turned into a tablecloth under the magnifying glass again and again from top to bottom, and then straightened up: "Where did you get this?"

"It is my honor." Galla held onto Amy, and the two of them left the room together

No, they are no different from the current ceremonial robes. This is not the normal state of the priest's vestments," Louis said. "I believe you know that the Line of Aro is a powerful defensive artifact, so when this robe appears on a priest, it must be in a combat environment, and it is very likely that the chief archbishop, who is the first in charge of the temple, has either fallen in battle or, for some reason, lost combat capability—of course, considering that the dark elves have been absent for hundreds of years, even the priest's battle robes now use ordinary defensive arrays instead of the Line of Aro.

So how did he run directly from beside Satan's corpse to over a thousand years later

Gale pressed his temple and said, "Alright, I will convey your regards to Louis"

"John? Smith..." Louis's slender fingers tapped lightly on the table a few times, "Strange."

Gale dragged a chair and sat down in front of Louis, describing the strange man he had encountered the day before

Gal's eyes lit up: "If he is truly a time traveler, do you think it is possible that he..."

His still feverish mind nearly became chaotic again, what on earth is happening

The Aro Line is extracted from a creature known as the "Dark Elf," and it is said to be their blood vessel. Gal said, "This creature called the 'Dark Elf' is fond of beautiful voices and feeds on human throats. However, the Aro Line, which serves as their blood vessel, possesses incredible defensive powers. It is rumored that when they consume a human throat, they acquire a beautiful voice, and those sounds flow into their blood, turning the blood vessels of this vile creature into a bright silver color, imbued with a beautiful power.

Gale looked up at him, and the two locked eyes for a moment. Amy widened her eyes: "Wait! Are you suggesting... he might be a time traveler?"

Gal was taken aback: "Do you mean to say that I have found a sword-wielding priest from an ancient temple?"

Gale rolled up the robe that John had changed out of and stuffed it into the bag, putting on an outer garment as he stepped outside, thinking bitterly: "I hope Louis doesn't smear this thing on my face"

John fell onto the bed, gazing at the exquisite ceiling with its ornate design and the trendy vintage chandelier hanging above. To this "true ancient man," it all seemed utterly perplexing, as there wasn't even a single candle inserted in it

Gale noticed that the book was very old, made of parchment, and had a small light blue label indicating that it was an ancient text protected by the Temple Mysteries. He couldn't help but grimace, feeling a bit of a pinch.

Above are exquisite images that resemble real people, along with perfectly matching fonts, strange patterns whose meanings are unknown, dense layouts, and the date "November 16, 2012, Friday"

Can you first tell me if the above is the line of Aro

John pressed his forehead in agony, my goodness, completing two forbidden techniques in a single day, he felt he could be immortalized in history

Louis Megert is a young scholar in the public eye, and while some say he is one of the most formidable hunters, his most arduous task now is to remain in the temple training new hunters, deriving pleasure from the suffering of his students, and he has not personally undertaken a mission for a long time

He possesses an astonishing memory and delights in dealing with those worn-out documents that should have long been discarded for recycling, which has made him, before even aging, a relic of sorts. His captivating blue eyes, reminiscent of the sea, are forever focused on the treasures buried in the mud

One sleeve of the robe had been torn off, leaving only one side. Louis's finger rested on the sleeve, and as a flash of white light appeared at his fingertip, a small sword-shaped emblem suddenly emerged on the previously empty sleeve, burning and emitting a golden light: "An authentic emblem of the temple, yet there is no name of its owner beside it"

John's face suddenly went blank

However, Louis certainly did not take such a crude action; in fact, he merely issued a verbal threat: "Gal? Chauden, if you bring that kind of biological weapon before me again, I will make you swallow it."

Gale ignored him, bent down, and took out a magnifying glass from the drawer: "I studied this for a long time yesterday and discovered this, look—"

Gale silently observed him for a moment, reached out to feel his forehead, and then pulled the blanket over him: "Your body temperature has not yet decreased, it is not suitable to think right now. I think it would be best for you to rest for a while, and we can talk once the fever has completely subsided"

Saradell County, Banshan District... Gal observed the expression of the young man before him, noticing that his expression first showed surprise, then his brows lightly furrowed, a look of confusion fleeting across his face. Thus, Gal inexplicably added, "The year 2012."

Gala took Amy out and went straight to the study, where he picked up a bundle from the table—it was the robe that had been removed from that handsome young man: "You should take a look at this"

Aimee shrugged: "Are you saying that this guy is wearing a priceless antique and has made it look like a rag? You should know that there has been no precedent of dark elves penetrating the barrier; they haven't appeared for twelve hundred years."

The man, hailed as the best hunter in a decade, fell silent for a moment, awkwardly accepted the pink letter, stuffed it into his pocket, turned his head, and sneezed—"Damn it, did you just spray two liters of mosquito repellent on me"

"Go to hell..." Gal cried out in pain, "I won't deliver love letters for you like a middle school boy!"

Time travel ... He knew it existed; this concept had been recorded in some confidential documents within the esoteric teachings of the temple, classified as one of the ten forbidden arts

No, if you are referring to Carlos? Flaherty, he should not be. Louis thought for a moment, shook his head, bent down, and pulled out a book about several centimeters thick from under the table, slamming it onto the table.

At that moment, no one in the room spoke; only John and Gal stared at each other with wide eyes.

You look at this

John's fingers moved quickly, seemingly trying to grab hold of him, but he quickly restrained himself: "Well... no matter what, thank you all"

But what does it matter? He numbly rolled his eyes and looked towards the bedside where the glowing "mushroom" was still shining; if even the mushroom could provide light, then candles were indeed unnecessary

Amy dug into her ear with her little finger: "What?"

Gald shivered

"Was the ceremonial robe of the sword-wielding priest a thing like this a thousand years ago?" Gal inquired

Aimee: "Hmm?"

After a while, he softly asked, "May I ask... where is this?"

After an unknown amount of time had passed, he felt that the hand propped up on one side had become stiff. He quickly blinked his already sore eyelids and weakly asked, "What year is it... ?"

Garn handed the robe, which he had taken off from his mysterious guest, to Louis. The self-important scholar glanced at it and his expression immediately turned serious. He briefly said, "Follow me"

This is ... ...

I am not sure," Gal said, "I will go to the temple and, by the way, look for Louis to show him this robe. He has more insight into these things than I do... While I am away, please help keep an eye on this person.

"That is why I said he cannot be Carlos. Although Carlos had a legendary life, he spent most of his time wandering outside and never held any position in the Temple," Louis spread the tattered robe on the table, "and this is precisely what I find strange. In the history of the Temple, the names of all the archbishops and sword-wielding priests are recorded, and the ceremonial robes are custom-made, usually embroidered with the owner's name and the Temple's insignia—look here."

What is this? John’s pupils dilated suddenly, he raised his head, his pale fingers still pressing down on a page in the middle, where there was a person holding a large stack of banknotes, pressed down into the page.

The Black Robe Rebellion swept across the entire continent, and no one was unaware of it. Could it be that I have inexplicably drifted to another continent? Is it due to the storm caused by the eruption of the black staff? ... Or ...? ... Is there some other issue? Yet the mark on that person's sleeve is unmistakable; he is indeed a healer of the Temple. Could there be a second Temple in the world?