I Created an Ancient Salvation Organization

Ireland and Northern Ireland, although they are different countries, are on the same island, located on the west side of the British Isle, with an area only about two-fifths the size of the latter.

The father and daughter of John and Sharon of the Farrell family are currently traveling north in an official vehicle.

The inside of the car is very quiet, with only a slight sense of shaking.

John held a black suitcase on his lap and kept his hands together for a moment. Through the rearview mirror, he could see that the driver in front was not looking sideways.

On the co-pilot, there was a man in a suit and leather shoes, also holding a suitcase, noticed his gaze, turned his head slightly and smiled kindly.

These are all Irish people.

After arriving at the destination, there will be people from the British government to respond.

Although they agreed to cooperate in the development and exploration, Ailan officials obviously did not fully let go.

After all, as far as the current situation is concerned, the Farrell family, in addition to their obviously unusual ancestors, has clues about the local extraordinary history, and some people have already stepped into unofficial extraordinary organizations.

Of course, this is only a euphemism. Whether it is the British official or the Irish official, it is very clear that John's younger brother, Loft Farrell, became a member of the Aegis.

"Four Zero Three" is a very valuable point, and it is also the main reason why Ireland is so tough.

As a little girl, Sharon's temperament is still quite detached. She can't hold back her curiosity and looks at the interior of the car. The Farrell family has been an ordinary family for a long time, and she has never ridden in such a luxury business car in her life.

But the novelty passed quickly, and boredom rolled back.

Pulling on the loose overalls, Sharron smoothed the strap of the film camera around her neck, bent her back slightly, put her right elbow on her thigh, and supported her fair chin.

While blowing the strands of hair on her forehead to tease herself, she looked out the window boredly.

The weather was a little gloomy, so the scenery outside seemed a little bleak, and everything was a little more inky, from the vast plains and lakes to the intricate mountains.

The convoy came to the northern end of Ireland.

"..."

The four doors opened at the same time, John and Sharon got off from one side, and the sound of the waves crashing against the rocks could be heard in the distance.

The two of them raised their eyes slightly, past the row of black cars in front of them, and the official employees whose shirts were blown up, revealing their white underwear, and saw that there were only traces of large ruins on the back sea hillside with only a solitary road.

Many people wearing hats bent over, like gold diggers on the beach, sweeping away the dirt and dust with small brushes, and from time to time they recorded something in the small notebooks they carried with them.

For countries like Britain and Ireland, which have a short history and no relics of civilization, the discovery made all the history professionals in the two countries feel as if they were drunk.

"Because of the fear of hurting the information that may be contained, we can only use this standard method to clean up. The progress is very slow, but fortunately enough people have been used, and the main body has been revealed."

The Irishman who was sitting in the co-pilot now explained.

Sharon couldn't help but glance at the black suitcase she was holding. Although it is also a suitcase, his father John is loaded with a stone scroll, but the latter is loaded with a submachine gun, and even the case is bulletproof when the case is unfolded.

As long as you pay attention to watching the news on weekdays, you can find that the "black suits" responsible for security beside the commanding-level dignitaries in the Western world are mostly carrying such boxes.

From this treatment, we can see Ireland's attitude towards the Farrell family.

The group walked to the foot of the mountain, where there were many temporary houses made of steel plates and glass, and a group of people were already waiting to greet them outside the camp.

Officials on both sides shook hands one by one and said hello. No matter what the secret relationship is, at least the surface effort has been done enough for now.

"Mr. Farrell, and the beautiful Miss Farrell, it's an honor to meet you." Soon, the leader on the opposite side showed a friendly smile and greeted them specially.

"Uh... hello.

John had a somewhat awkward face.

At this moment, someone hurriedly ran up the mountain, and when he was approaching, he took off his hat, revealing his gray hair, wiped his hands with a wet tissue, and separated the British officials to enter.

"John, little Sharon, long time no see." He pursed his lips and raised a smile.

Looking at Professor Beavis in front of him, John's mood was a little complicated.

After the Battle of Edo, facing the chaotic city, the two sides went to the prefecture and city to the north of Neon together and found a place to live.

And about the content of the stone scroll, Professor Beavis also gave a lot of useful guidance.

After the abnormal boundary was lifted, the two sides returned to their home countries by plane, and finally told the news to different officials, so there was so much trouble in the follow-up.

But this matter can not say who is right and who is wrong.

Therefore, John still smiled: "Professor Beavis, long time no see.

"Everyone." The official leader of Britain interjected at the right time: "It's very windy outside, it's better to go inside and talk slowly. We have already prepared good black tea. 39

Tea was spread from the ancient Yan Kingdom to all over the world, and local people developed different preferences for it. For example, Neon people are very paranoid about green tea, while Britons only love black tea.

In the afternoon, if you walk on the quiet and elegant pedestrian streets in Britain, you will often see people in twos and threes, sitting comfortably on wooden lounge chairs, and sipping the rich black tea leisurely.

Humans are indeed very interesting. No matter which country you are in, home flowers are not as fragrant as wild flowers.

When young people from the Yan Kingdom, the birthplace of tea, went to drink coffee, and it had to be a shop with a literary style to highlight their so-called style, the British people instead liked afternoon tea.

The main staff took their seats in the room, and the black tea with a moderate temperature was brought out.

The British staff did come up with good tea.

"Not bad." Even the leader of the Ai Lan team couldn't help showing a thumbs up.

The leader of Britain smiled and said, "This is Lapsang Souchong, the originator of the world's black tea, specially bought from the Fujian province of the Yan Kingdom." After speaking, he pulled out the stool, took a stack of documents and sat down, and distributed them one by one.

"This is the specific situation of the ruins. The current chronological research results are that they existed in the vicinity of the first year of the AD, floating up and down for about two or three hundred years."9

After saying this, seeing the other people's expressions change slightly, he added:

"I know that the positioning of this era is indeed too broad, but there is no way, this is the seaside, the erosion is very serious, there are no other auxiliary factors, relying on stones alone, this step is the limit..."

Seeing that the expressions of the rest of the people in the room softened, he continued: "According to experts' estimates, when it was still complete, it accommodated more than 5,000 people. In such a distant era, this is undoubtedly a very large city.

"We also tried to find traces of this ancient city in historical documents. But..."

The British leader suddenly stopped here and did not continue.

The Britons are Anglo-Saxons, and in the long run, they are undoubtedly the brutal latecomers who occupied the lands of the native Celts.

All the invaders in the world treated the aborigines basically the same way. Either slaughter them and erase their existence from a physical level, or destroy their culture and wipe them out or weaken them ideologically.

History is one of the important components of culture.

Therefore, how could the Britons master the historical information of the Celts, and if they did, they would have already been burned, otherwise why would they keep their own incriminating evidence.

The official leader of Britain quickly relayed:

"We can only study from the epics and myths that have been preserved, but you also know that these kinds of materials have been combined over a long period of time, and it is difficult to find the exact point."

After reading the documents, the people from Ailan looked up in disappointment: "I saw the documents show that so far, no extraordinary traces have been found in the ruins.

The British man nodded: "Yes."

Then he looked at John again: "Mr. Farrell, can you show us the contents of the next scroll?"

Although they already knew some of the content with the help of Professor Beavis' description, they must see the content with their own eyes before they can rest assured.

What's more, John is a person who has worked hard in the society, and he always has 3.5 precautions against Beavis, so the latter only knows part of the content.

John and the Irish official looked at each other, stood up with the suitcase, pressed his thumb on the verification place, and entered the mechanical code, and the solid lock was released with a "click".

The former held the box with both hands and unfolded it slowly. The stone scroll with concave and convex patterns on the surface appeared little by little in the eyes of everyone.

The exhalations of the others were also much lower.

Because the protection level is too high, even the official people of Ireland have basically never seen this object.

When John put the stone as the key into the gap, and the golden thread swam in the gap, the stone scroll spread out like a flexible parchment, and the light shone into the air, projecting pictures.

The lonely city was in danger, the savior came to turn the tide, everyone raised their hands and shouted, and they entered it because of their bravery... In a certain hall, twelve people in armor stood guarding a blond figure, facing the black-robed man on the stage...

Professor Beavis watched intently for a long time, and only raised his hand after the picture came to the end of the "flowering screen": "Everyone, I have a tentative opinion..."