"Get up quickly, or others will think we’re both ntally ill." Lin Tian waved for him to get up, unable to tolerate Rossi’s way of thanking: "How did you get injured? Was it the Guardian?"
Only Guardians can threaten vampires; ordinary people can’t injure vampires even if they drive cars.
Rossi nodded, saying, "I couldn’t find any useful information on the Bale Bank, so I turned to investigate the Guardians. While tracking a team of Guardians, I was discovered and escaped their attack, though injured."
"Was it Yuwen Luofei’s squad?" Lin Tian frowned, knowing it was unlikely since Yuwen Luofei’s team was at the jewelry exhibition.
"No, it was another team. Guardians rarely act alone; they often form teams to purposefully hunt the Blood Clan or other creatures they deem threatening." Rossi replied, confirming Lin Tian’s suspicion.
Rossi continued, "Although they found , I also uncovered so information. These Guardians all co from a place called the ’Royal Knight Academy.’
"Another ’Royal’ title? Plus, a Knight Academy; it seems England has more than one such school." Lin Tian exclaid in surprise.
Lin Tian had learned about so European history; during dieval tis, Knight Academies existed to provide political, military, and administrative education to noble offspring.
Notable among them was the Theresian Knight Academy, founded by Bohemian Queen Maria Theresa.
This woman was also a legendary figure, having led an illustrious life. Her titles speak for themselves: born a Princess, later becoming a Grand Duchess, a rank higher and more prestigious than a Duke, then ascended to beco the Queen of Hungary and Bohemia.
Under such dazzling halos, she also held the title of Queen of the Holy Roman Empire, illustrating the prowess of the Knight Academy she established.
From these traditions, it is evident that Knight Academies possess a noble character; ordinary schools dare not adopt such nas.
Thus, Lin Tian speculated the origins of this Knight Academy could be significant, perhaps even dieval, as modern schools seldom bear such nas.
"Have you heard of the Royal Won’s College?" Lin Tian pondered for a mont before asking Rossi.
Rossi’s expression turned peculiar and he said, "Actually, the Royal Won’s College and Royal Knight Academy are in the sa place. I found out while tracking them—a very ancient town, Holy Spirit Town."
"The sa place?" Lin Tian was even more surprised and couldn’t help but laugh: "How interesting, Rossi; let’s go to Holy Spirit Town tomorrow. They didn’t recognize your face, right?"
Rossi shook his head, saying, "No, I ran quickly, so they didn’t see my face."
"That’s good. You co with tomorrow, along with Miss. You might not know, but Miss was once a student at the Royal Won’s College." Lin Tian laughed.
Rossi looked genuinely surprised upon hearing this, and Lin Tian patted his shoulder, chuckling as he returned to the bedroom.
Back in his bedroom, Lin Tian opened his computer and searched the English map for Holy Spirit Town using English but found no results.
He then logged onto a dostic Chinese website, opened the Chinese version of the world map, found England, and searched "Holy Spirit Town" in Chinese, but still found no place with that na.
He then searched online for the keyword "Holy Spirit Town," yet found no information, even when searching "England old town," all he found was unrelated information.
"Heh, this old town is quite intriguing; it’s not even marked on the map." Lin Tian muttered to himself.
He pondered for a bit before dialing an old friend’s number.
"Hello, Brother Tian, is it really you?" An excited voice rang out.
"Wenxing, how have you been? You’ve been abroad for over a month, right?" Lin Tian asked.
"Hehe, of course, I’ve been good. The Xiao Group’s benefits are incomparable; just a slight inconvenience with foreign food. The institute’s ingredients are fine, but the cooking thods are stuck in the Stone Age compared to our Huaxia cuisine." Liu Wenxing complained.
"You all should suggest having Miss send a chef over from ho; let those foreigners experience real culinary art." Lin Tian laughed.
Though Liu Wenxing was complaining, Lin Tian could tell from his tone that the computer genius quite enjoyed the learning environnt there.
"Hehe, Brother Tian, you’re clairvoyant. Miss really agreed to send a chef to the institute. There are not only us student newcors here but also many senior Huaxia experts. They’ve been eating Huaxia cuisine all their lives and aren’t keen on foreign food; considering their age, the group provides special care, and we benefit from it." Liu Wenxing chuckled.
"That’s great, study well, make progress every day; soday you’ll be a senior expert too." Lin Tian teased.
"Brother Tian is the academic whiz; if anyone’s going to be a senior expert first, it’ll be Brother Tian, not ." Liu Wenxing said.
Lin Tian shook his head slightly, thinking he wouldn’t beco a senior expert because he wouldn’t age, not even die. He suddenly wondered what it would feel like watching old friends pass away over the centuries, a thought that filled Lin Tian with lancholy.
Perhaps on this earth, a zombie’s greatest nesis isn’t a Demon Exorcist but eternal life itself—during these long years of everlasting life, when all family has passed away, would zombies not be driven to madness?
Though Lin Tian had no family, he did have friends, and the pri of life passes quickly; a century goes by in the blink of an eye.
"Brother Tian, did you call for sothing?" Liu Wenxing’s voice interrupted Lin Tian’s thoughts.
"Yes, sothing not quite important. Could you help look up the town ’Holy Spirit Town,’ supposedly part of England’s Wudu? I can’t find any information about it online, but your hacking skills might uncover sothing." Lin Tian replied.
"Holy Spirit Town? Sure thing, I’ll help you find it right away and send the electronic info to your phone." Liu Wenxing said decisively.
Half an hour later, Lin Tian’s phone chid, and upon checking, he found information sent by Liu Wenxing.
It was a zip file, and after extraction, it contained a graphic-rich electronic docunt titled: One of England’s Most Mysterious Towns, Holy Spirit Town.
The docunt not only had text introductions but also many photos; surprisingly, these were black and white, hinting at the docunt’s age.
Ding dong...
Another ssage from Liu Wenxing arrived: Brother Tian, I secretly accessed the England National Library database and found this file. Rember to destroy it after reading.
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