"Tell me about it?"
So Arthur repeated Levert Boqin's original words.
"Boqin said that when Constantine was young, he often led soldiers to fight. Once, he was surrounded by the enemy in an old temple. The baggage he brought with him was completely exhausted. The soldiers went without food or water for three days."
"When the news reached the royal capital, everyone thought he was dead. Within two days, he led a group of cronies and wiped out all the soldiers who surrounded him."
"So powerful?" Sirius said in surprise.
"But... the only people who survived that time... were only him and his cronies. The remaining soldiers could not even find their bodies..."
Can't even find the body?
Sounds like some kind of sacrificial ritual to an evil god, giving your life to gain power?
The temple where they were trapped must be related to the current temple.
"Where is the old temple?" Lin Ze asked.
"Boqin said that place is in the kingdom the North, but it has been abandoned for a long time." Arthur scratched his head.
"Everyone at that time felt that gods were protecting them."
Sirius snorted, "God bless you, that god has a big appetite..."
Lin Ze didn't take this issue.
"Constantine's personality changed drastically after he came back."
"After he ascended to the throne, he refused to listen to many of the opinions of ministers. Although he acted arbitrarily, his decisions always developed in a good direction in various strange ways over the years."
"Later, rumors spread among veterans like Constantine that he was possessed by an evil god..."
"This is the first time I heard this statement." Sela said.
Dirty things.
Lin Ze glanced at Sirius. Neither of them spoke, but they were obviously thinking about the same thing.
That little statue of God is the only one that matches Arthur's story.
"Okay, I've written this down. Even if there is a so-called god, you don't need to worry too much." Lin Ze patted Arthur on the shoulder.
Arthur nodded, but the look on his face was not completely relaxed.
"One more thing." Arthur took out a piece of wrinkled sheepskin from his arms and spread it out on the edge of the bed.
There were a few lines written crookedly with charcoal pen on it, and it was obvious that they were jotted down in a hurry.
"Boqin said that there will be a regular spring festival preparation meeting in the palace in three days, and all the veterans will be called into the palace. This is an opportunity to meet many people."
"Spring Festival?" Lin Ze asked.
"Yes, the king has to host a festival every year at the beginning of the spring, and this year it will be held at the end of the month. Boqin said that Constantine is really not feeling well lately, but he insists on attending the spring festival in person."
Saira leaned against the door frame and continued, "The more people are about to die, the more they care about this kind of thing."
Lin Ze did not answer Saira's words, but looked at Arthur: "Boqin means, you take this opportunity to meet those veterans?"
"Yes, but the king has a lot of spies around him, so he thought of a way for me."
Arthur turned the sheepskin over and drew a simple symbol on the back. A square box represented the palace, and a small circle was drawn in the lower right corner of the box.
"There is a small door for transporting vegetables behind the palace kitchen. During the preparations for the Spring Festival, people come and go, and servants come and go frequently. It is not difficult to sneak in alone."
"Actually, even if you don't go through this small door, Lin Ze can still get you in." Sirius said.
Arthur nodded, he had no doubt about this. "Since my biological father passed away, I was sent out of the palace to be raised in the suburbs. I rarely go back every year except for major festivals."
"Not many people in the palace recognize me now, especially in recent years Constantine has deliberately not allowed me to show up. Many new guards don't recognize me at all."
"That uncle of yours has always been like this to you?" Lin Ze asked.
"It wasn't like this from the beginning." Arthur leaned on the bedside, his eyes falling on the sketch, "When I was young, he let me live in the palace for two months every year and taught me how to ride a horse and use a sword. At that time, I thought he was very good to me."
"Later, his two sons were born one after another, and I was no longer summoned."
Lin Ze returned the sheepskin to Arthur. Sirius leaned over and took a look at the crooked diagram and curled his lips in disgust.
"Your drawing skills are comparable to James. When he drew Marauder's Map, his handwriting was so ugly that even looking at Peeves would make him vomit three kilograms of gastric juice."
"Marauder's Map?" Arthur looked up.
"The things belonging to us wizards have nothing to do with you." Sirius waved his hand and turned to look at Lin Ze.
"But having said that, what are you going to do about the idol?"
"Let's see if we can take something out of the old man's mouth first." Lin Ze said.
"That old man is very tight-lipped."
"Gotta try it."
Early the next morning, Lin Ze went to the temple alone without Sirius.
Lin Ze used "Disillusionment Charm" to hide his figure. After waiting for a long time, the side door of the temple was opened, and the old man in gray robe walked out with an iron staff and walked towards the vegetable patch in the backyard.
Lin Ze released his invisibility, leaned against the oak trunk, and cleared his throat.
The old man paused and turned around.
After seeing clearly that it was Lin Ze, his brows immediately wrinkled. "It's you again."
"Old man, we meet again."
"As I said, the temple does not accept idlers."
"Look, I didn't enter the temple, I was just here to chat with you."
The old man slammed his iron stick on the ground and stared at Lin Ze, waiting for him to speak.
"I thought about it all night after I went back yesterday." Lin Ze didn't beat around the bush, "You said that the third statue has no inscription, but Constantine comes every year and keeps the door closed. I don't believe you have been in this temple for thirty years and haven't found anything."
The old man's hand tightened on the iron rod.
"What exactly do you want to do?"
"I want to know all the news about that little statue. Of course, I'm not asking you for nothing. Please accept these gold coins." With that, Lin Ze took out more than a dozen Galleon from his arms that he had processed.
The old man glanced at the gold coins in Lin Ze's hand, and then shook his head. "Old man who is dying, it's useless to ask for these things. I won't tell you because I'm afraid you will get into trouble..."
"Concerning this, I assure you as much as possible, there shouldn't be too many people in this world who can cause trouble for me." Lin Ze said as he revealed the dragon scales, and his pupils immediately turned into golden vertical pupils. That kind of soul-stirring coercion emanated from Lin Ze, impacting the old man's mind.