Wandering Knight Start: I have a simple data panel

Fischman returned to the battleship, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that everything was filled with fog.

He was playing with the jade pendant in his hand, and it seemed that this little thing was a little different.

"By the way...Come here, compare the Bible with the myths and legends spread, and mark out the similar contents." Fishman ordered. Then he remembered something and added: "Also compare the myths and legends of the Scale Clan. one time."

Intelligent Brain began to compare the data. It was a massive amount of data, and it would be difficult to get the final result for a while.

But Fishman couldn't wait any longer. He pulled out the completed content and found a lot of similar content.

From similar pronunciations to similar legends, new information is refreshed.

People are always willing to believe the results of their own thinking, even if it is wrong.

He was convinced that he had found the secret of myth and legend.

At the same time, Scale Clan intelligence was monitoring Fishman's search results.

The moment he gained his superpower, he was already under intense surveillance.

Of course, the Scale Clan Council would not remove him from his position for this reason, but it was normal for him not to be trusted.

As the saying goes, the butt determines the head. There are very few people who can stick to their ideals across classes. Most of them are trapped by their own position.

However, the content of Fisman's search made the intelligence officers look at each other.

"General Fisman doesn't think that the supernatural powers are really brought by some god, does he?"

The intelligence officers thought it was ridiculous. How could a dignified general be so superstitious?

They would rather believe that Fishman was in the old formation and that he had already contacted the scale evolution organization.

However, all the information retrieved shows that the general is deeply studying myths and legends.

Suddenly, the intelligence officer felt confused: "He has no problem completing the mission of the parliament in this way. How can we communicate with the superiors? Are you talking about watching him study superstition?"

Obviously, if you hand in this kind of report, your boss will slap you in the face.

But...what can be done?

"I want to go to the scale civilization!"

An intelligence officer stood up and sat in an office at the back, obviously unable to collect intelligence.

But when other colleagues heard this, they immediately began to persuade him: "Think twice! The scale civilization is now rampant with viruses, and we have closed the return channel. If you go there, you will not be able to come back."

"Yes! Don't just see the abilities of the evolvers. You can look at the data on how many people have died due to the mutation."

The intelligence department is responsible for the team responsible for related events. Similar intelligence is compiled in their hands, so they naturally know it better than outsiders.

Nowadays, the war between the mixed-blood scale clan and the scale clan is completely a one-sided blood transfusion, because there is only the material that goes out, and there is no money to turn back.

This is also the reason why the people of the Scale Clan are not reacting violently now, because the conquerors did not search for it at all, but brought more resources.

While they were arguing, an intelligence officer's personal terminal suddenly vibrated.

He just glanced at it and then his expression changed drastically: "Gentlemen and ladies, we don't need to argue. I'm afraid we all have to go to the Scale Clan's territory."

Facing his colleagues who looked over, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva and said with an ugly face: "The latest news is that there are alienated people in the country."

Everyone stood up with a roar, all with shocked expressions on their faces.

"Impossible, there is no contact at all, and there is no leakage of the virus in the country. How can aliens appear?"

"Who says superpowers are caused by viruses? Maybe they are caused by cosmic tides."

"This is even more nonsense. Can the cosmic tide still run along the interstellar channel? We are not in a star field at all."

The intelligence agencies are all elites, and they obviously have their own understanding of evolutionaries.

But now, they are all taking action.

When there is a crisis on the mainland, so-called security considerations no longer exist.

Fishman didn't know that there was a lot of chaos behind him, and even the appearance of the Evolver was hidden from him.

He was just at the beginning of his study of mythology when the urging from the Council arrived.

"General Fisman, have you made any progress?"

"Yes!" Fishman was not prepared to hide everything. Of course, he would not be naive enough to think that his actions could be concealed.

The contact person had a look of surprise on his face, he knew that the country's general would not be as superficial as he appeared.

"I discovered a big secret. There are many similarities in the myths and stories of various civilizations. Perhaps evolution is a gift from the gods..." Fishman pretended to be fanatical and said a lot.

The contact's expression changed from expectant to Are you kidding me?

If this was the result of Viessmann's investigation, he had no interest in hearing it.

"Wait, wait, General Fisman, you can submit your investigation results in the form of a report, and the parliament authorizes you to investigate further. Now...goodbye."

Fishman breathed a sigh of relief and was temporarily fooled.

He will not deceive the Parliament, otherwise sooner or later there will be thunder.

But there's certainly nothing wrong with confusing the real purpose.

After studying until midnight, Fishman got up the next day and rushed to the Church of Fallen Angels.

When Klein saw Fisman, his expression turned ugly.

Gwen, on the other hand, seemed very welcoming.

After listening to the fairy tales prepared by Viessmann, the quality today is much better than yesterday, and at least it can kill some boring time.

In the next few days, Fishman spent time at the Church of Fallen Angels.

It can be seen that Gwen really likes to listen to stories. Sometimes she will give some gadgets to those she is interested in.

Fisman will mark these contents separately and try to find the connection between them.

Until this day, Gwen, who was listening to the story, suddenly frowned: "There is an impolite little mouse."

Fisman and Klein have not reacted yet, and the knights around Gwen have already started looking for the peepers.

Soon, they found the target.

Through the window, the eyes saw the drone in the sky, and by the way, they saw the manipulator behind the scenes along the signal transmission.

The intelligence officer who was operating the drone was startled: "Discovered? How is it possible?"

"He seems to be looking at us."

"Don't think about it, it's impossible, can he crawl over here along the signal?"

The intelligence officer remained calm and calmly abandoned the drone, letting it fly away at will.

What if it was discovered? Now this is their territory, there is no need to worry about being caught.

But soon, other colleagues discovered an amazing scene.

I saw a strong man jumping down from the window of the church branch, and then approaching quickly at a powerful speed.

Because of the straight approach, his purpose is so obvious.

"Is he really coming for us!?"