Ten Minutes of Prayer Every Day / Akashic Records

"I understand, I will protect her."

To reassure his parents, Fujimaru Kyoya verbally agreed, then asked them for a farewell hug, and then...

"Bang!"

Fujimaru Kyoya grabbed the two men's heads and slammed them together, causing his parents to immediately roll their eyes and faint.

"I'm going to launch a surprise attack."

The enemy is planning a sneak attack, and so are his parents. At this moment, Fujimaru Kyoya has clearly broken through another bottleneck in his skill of ambushing his parents.

Chapter 196 Ten Minutes of Daily Prayer

"You..."

Chris was truly terrified. After all, she had just witnessed Fujimaru Kyoya's murderous demeanor, and now he was acting like a dutiful son. Who knew what he would do next?

"Could you carry someone for me?"

Fujimaru Kyoya handed his unconscious mother over to Chris, since he also had to be wary of potential enemies and couldn't carry two people at the same time.

"Or is it that Miss is unable to move heavy objects?"

"Stop looking down on people."

Chris hates being treated like a rich girl, and now that her last relative has died, getting out of danger as soon as possible is the most important thing.

As for Fujimaru Kyoya... although it was an engagement that neither of them took seriously, he was truly the last person Chris could rely on.

What should we do now?

"Who knows? Let's leave first."

Life is unpredictable; the large intestine encloses the small intestine.

Fujimaru Kyoya now realized that these "bandits" were not just simple bandits.

The uniform specifications of the armor and swords indicate that the opposing side has a production line for armor and weapons, and with many Magecraft assisting them, they are hardly bandits; they could easily be mistaken for a regular army.

Who exactly did their family... no, Chris's House, offend?

His parents clearly knew something, but refused to reveal a word, insisting that even death could not harm Chris, nor could they acknowledge Chris's noble status...

There were too many questions for Fujimaru Kyoya to figure out in a short time.

Go to that abandoned little church in the west.

[You have received another divine Revelation, and having witnessed its fulfillment before, you clearly have even greater faith in it.]

The words of God appeared in Fujimaru Kyoya's ears again, but even with the correct guidance from before, Fujimaru Kyoya still did not show much respect.

"I'll spend five minutes praying to you every day. How about you give me more Revelation in the future?"

Fujimaru Kyoya kept an eye on Chris's speed while muttering to himself, "Since God can see him, He should naturally be able to hear him."

Ten minutes.

Good grief, they're even haggling over the price.

Fujimaru Kyoya naturally agreed. After all, he was young and energetic, and praying for ten minutes every day was not a difficult task. However, he was even less convinced that the voice came from any god.

Whose god is so unreliable?

The main residents in the western part of the city were poor people or painters' apprentices. These people had little money to donate to the Church, so the church there was not only dilapidated, but also had no money to be made from.

There is absolutely no need for any Divine Role in such a church.

Logically, there shouldn't be anyone here, but Fujimaru Kyoya found someone—someone who shouldn't have been here.

"There really is someone there."

Fujimaru Kyoya looked at the familiar figure before him. It was a powerful figure he had met once in the Sixth Singularity, but they had only exchanged a few glances—the first Old Man of the Mountain.

Are you kidding me? How old are you anyway?

Even in Florence, Flagg had heard of the Assassin Order. The original Old Man of the Mountain the sect in the 11th century, and now it was the 15th century, the Renaissance.

"Oh? You're not flustered at the sight of me. It seems you've been looking for me."

The Old Man of the Mountain picked up his shield and greatsword. He didn't know why Fujimaru Kyoya come to see him, but it wasn't important.

After all, there are a million ways to make someone talk under his sword.

"Hmm? You are...?"

The Old Man of the Mountain originally wanted to make a move, but when he saw Chris behind Fujimaru Kyoya, his raging killing intent dissipated, and it was clear that the Old Man had temporarily abandoned his intention to kill.

"Grandpa, do you know Chris?"

"I don't know him."

The Old Man of the Mountain answered decisively, but this only deepened Fujimaru Kyoya's suspicions. After all, if he really didn't know the other party, there was no reason for him to restrain his killing intent.

Unfortunately, I need someone's help now; it's not the time to pry into their secrets.

"Such a kind old man, could you please help this lost sheep?"

Fujimaru Kyoya recounted his experiences that evening. Although the only Revelation God had given him was to "go to the West City Chapel," his encounter with this important figure here was clearly not a mere coincidence.

"The Holy Grail? It's ridiculous that someone in such a high position is so anxious. I can help take your parents away from this country to a land beyond the reach of the Church, but that will require payment."

"If I can afford it, then I will do it."

Asking for help and paying for it is a fair exchange, and Fujimaru Kyoya has no reason to refuse. Moreover, keeping his parents away from the Church is indeed the best solution.

The person before me has this ability.

"I need you to take that girl somewhere."

It's Chris again.

Fujimaru Kyoya glanced at Chris again. This was the second time tonight that the innocent girl had seen that look in her eyes. She could only shake her head again to indicate that she didn't know him.

Where to?

"No rush. Your current strength is insufficient to protect her. I need you to become my disciple and learn Wu Hassan Sabah's killing techniques."

The Old Man of the Mountain didn't really care about the Papal States' plans. Although everyone believed in the same God, the Christianity Pope couldn't control the Assassin Order of Islam.

As for the Holy Grail, it's fine if it's destroyed. What the Old Man of the Mountain really cares about is the Blood of God within the Holy Grail.

That is something that must never be defiled.

"Hassan Sabah? I see, that explains why the name sounded so familiar."

Fujimaru Kyoya recalled the name and finally found some fragments of memory from that long-buried past, and at the same time remembered who this so-called Hassan was.

"Aren't you Huoshan? Whatever martial arts you want to teach me, whether it's the Heaven and Earth Great Shift or the Sacred Fire Command Divine Skill, I'll accept it all."

Long-dormant memories awaken, Fujimaru Kyoya still remembers reading about it in a certain book.

Huoshan, whose real Hassan al-Sabah, was a Persian who founded the Assassin Order.

It is said that in his youth he murdered, robbed, and murdered merchants in the desert. His martial arts were treacherous and vicious, and he created the Heaven and Earth Great Shift and the Sacred Fire Command Divine Skill.

Later, it was learned by a young man who was burdened with a deep-seated hatred but remained kind, and he immediately became famous and became entangled with many beautiful girls.

It even revealed a famous quote similar to that of "Trash King Ala".

Although Fujimaru Kyoya exactly indecisive, he was still quite interested in this childhood martial art. If the person in front of him was really willing to teach him, then kneeling down and kowtowing to become his disciple wouldn't be out of the question.

After all, that's the same divine skill as Master Zhang.

"What?"

The Old Man of the Mountain pondered his long memory: had he ever used the name Huoshan?

Do you?

Chapter 197 Akashic Records

"Old Ho, when are you going to teach me the Heaven and Earth Great Shift?"

"I've already said, my surname isn't Huo."

After learning a little about the origin of the name Huoshan, the Old Man of the Mountain was immediately enraged. He couldn't believe that some lousy novelist had portrayed him as a bandit who robbed and plundered.

As for the so-called "Ming Cult," it's a laughable thing. It's clearly a branch of Manichaeism, yet it has the characteristics of Zoroastrianism. What's even more ridiculous is how an Islam could have gotten into the Ming Cult.

If the Assassin Order were to see this novel, a religious war would likely break out the very next day, causing immeasurable damage to the religious conflict.

I really want that guy to hand over his head.

"I don't have the Heaven and Earth Great Shift, but I have something even better to pass on to you."

The Old Man of the Mountain had ghostly flames flickering in his eyes, which gave Fujimaru Kyoya an ominous feeling. But before Fujimaru Kyoya could say anything, the Old Man of the Mountain raised his hand and slashed him with his sword.

[You have been ambushed by the Old Man of the Mountain and are now in Suspended Animation.]

[In your half-dead state, you vaguely grasp some insights but can't quite understand the key points.]

You're awake.

When Fujimaru Kyoya opened his eyes, it was already the next day. Chris was still taking care of him, and his parents were no longer in the church; they must have been taken away by the Old Man of the Mountain.

Regarding this kind person who helped get his parents away from the danger zone, Fujimaru Kyoya expressed...

"Old Bastard, I'm going to make you chug up tons of gold coins today!"

The first thing Fujimaru Kyoya did after getting out of bed was to find a suitable weapon. He had helped others because he had promised to do it, and even if he owed them a favor, it didn't give them a reason to stab him.

He's determined to get that blow today; even Jesus couldn't have done it, I'm telling you.

The Church doors slowly opened, Fujimaru Kyoya found a candlestick. He then leaped onto the roof in a few steps, ready to deliver a vicious blow to the head of the Old Man of the Mountain entering the room.

As a result... I got up, killed him in one hit, what's there to say?

"Since he's so energetic, I'm relieved."

The Old Man of the Mountain looked at Fujimaru Kyoya lying on the ground. Although he was only in Suspended Animation, the fact that he recovered in such a short time... was it the power of the Stigmata?

"Let's dig a hole and bury him in the backyard."

"Buried?"

Chris was a little scared. The church's backyard was a cemetery; burying someone there meant that Fujimaru Kyoya was already dead.

"He woke up too early and needs to sleep more. There's a kind of Mystic Eye that isn't innate, but can be acquired by getting close enough to death. It's currently the fastest way to increase power."

Chris didn't know what the Old Man of the Mountain meant by "Mystic Eye," but while Fujimaru Kyoya was unconscious, the strange old man refused to approach her, as if he was worried about something.

Despite possessing such strength, he never does anything against the rules, which is why Chris trusts him. However, is burying someone directly...?

"Bury him, he's tough, he won't die."

After witnessing Fujimaru Kyoya's sneak attack technique Old Man of the Mountain felt that this man was a promising talent. His talent for stealth and ambushes far surpassed that of those good-for-nothing Hassan.

Even the Old Man of the Mountain had Fujimaru Kyoya a copy of the Tathagata Palm Buddha's Palm ten dollars, given that such a talented person seemed to have Spiritual Qi emanating from the top of his head.

"Recently, several painters have been stealing corpses in the area. If..."

Chris had attended several painters' "gatherings" and was a little worried that Fujimaru Kyoya might be stolen as a corpse while lying in his coffin.

"Then he's just unlucky."

The Old Man of the Mountain left behind only this sentence, but he did not specify who was unlucky.

"Here again."

Fujimaru Kyoya opened his eyes. Although it was completely dark around him, he could still see clearly, as if he could see things without eyes.

[You have entered Suspended Animation, infinitely close to actual death.]

Looking at the words on the simulator, if it weren't for these words, Fujimaru Kyoya would have no doubt that he was truly dead.

There was nothing around him; his consciousness seemed to have entered a strange place.

This place holds boundless knowledge; all the mysteries of the past and present are laid bare before him, yet they hold no meaning.