Alfred's figure slowly descended, and when the soles of his shoes touched the ground, they made a crisp sound.

"I believe that at some point in the future, maybe five years from now, ten years from now, a hundred years... or even in a more distant and uncountable future;

When you recall tonight, your body will tremble uncontrollably and your soul will be excited beyond control.

Please remember,

You are the first group of visitors."

Alfred made a "please" gesture.

Muri and Ventula walked down side by side.

Ventula looked at Alfred and asked, "Mr. Alfred, where exactly are we?"

"I remember I've already answered your question." Alfred smiled, "Of course, I won't force you to understand what kind of great miracle you are facing right now from the first sight and the first introduction you hear."

Pausing for a moment,

Alfred added, "Haha, you should know that I was shocked for the whole night at first."

Muri and Ventula walked to the center of the formation and stopped.

Alfred's fingertips moved lightly, and the formation began to operate. In an instant, layers of flames of order began to rise slowly around, the huge chandelier above slowly descended, emitting a black halo, creating an extremely rich sense of mystery and solemnity.

All of this does not belong to the essence of this formation.

In fact, except for Karun himself, no one can truly operate this 12-coffin formation.

What Alfred controlled was the formation he had set up himself, and the designs and arrangements around were all requested by the people of the Ellen Manor.

The purpose was for today, when he needed to preach the great doctrine to the new members, to create a more atmospheric environment.

A good atmosphere can significantly enhance the efficiency of learning.

Muri and Ventula looked around and were both shocked by this scene.

It was like Richard understanding the formation but not the summoner. The two of them were warriors, and their understanding of formations was actually quite superficial. Even Karun had spent a lot of time and effort to just get started with formations.

So, Alfred's personally designed "religious scene" touched them.

But Alfred also made a mental note that next time, if he had to "teach" someone who was proficient in formations, he would need a different kind of "atmosphere light."

"The Myth of the Light of Order clearly records that under the command of the God of Order, there are 12 Order Knights, who were awakened by the God of Order, extremely loyal to the God, and accompanied the God through the entire era of the divine war.

The name of each of them is recorded in the religious history of the Order God, and many of the knights have made indelible contributions to the establishment of the Order God's religion.

The 12 Order Knights are not just a title, but also 12 monuments!

And here,

There are exactly 12 coffins. What I can tell you now is that two of the coffins already have occupants, and the other ten are still empty. Currently, the lady at the deepest part of the Conjes Tomb is likely to move in here in the future and occupy one of the coffins."

Ventula spoke up, "Captain, are we paying tribute to the God of Order here?"

Alfred bent slightly and looked at Ventula, saying, "Ventula, I know you admire the captain very much, don't you?"

"Yes, of course!"

"Then please magnify, expand, and elevate the admiration in your heart. Don't be constrained by preconceived ideas, and don't be restricted by worldly taboos, because no matter how bold your imagination is, it cannot compare to the reality."

"I..."

Alfred pointed to Muri, saying, "Look, our Vice Captain Muri is more devoted than you."

Ventula turned to look at Muri beside him, who was staring blankly at the scene around him.

Muri's "sword" and "shield" had both been ordered by Karun, and that scene had been imprinted in his mind and couldn't be erased.

"Don't worry, I'll introduce it to you slowly." Alfred walked to the first coffin, "This is the first coffin, but the occupant inside is not the first to lie in it. His name is Salman, a follower of the Pamirith religion, who mastered the extremely exquisite space forging technique."

Ventula asked, "Pamirith religion?"

"Yes, it's the Pamirith religion, which is sandwiched in the middle of the war between Order and Reincarnation. Mr. Salman felt cold in his heart when his religion became a tool in the game of orthodox religions, and chose to end his life by martyrdom.

But the great existence gave him a second chance to return. Now, Mr. Salman is lying here asleep, waiting for the great existence to call him at the right time."Alfred walked towards the second coffin and introduced, "The person lying in this coffin is Count Rekar Allen. He is a well-respected patriarch in the history of the Allen family, and his pirate stories are still circulating on the sea to this day.

Count Rekar was the first 'knight' to awaken the great existence, and he and his family have contributed loyalty to the great existence."

Muri asked, "Do we need to gather 12 coffins?"

"The great existence is a perfectionist and has an aesthetic that is difficult for ordinary people to reach. I think he will not lower his standards to forcibly fill the 12 coffins, but the pursuit of perfection will not stop."

Wentula scratched his head and asked, "I still... don't understand."

He was very anxious because he could sense from Alfred's introduction that it was definitely very great and mysterious, but unfortunately, he still didn't understand.

"Don't worry, I will continue to introduce to you. Believe me, when you walk out of the theater tonight, your legs will tremble."

Alfred clapped his hands.

Puerh stood in front of the middle of the wall and spoke to Alfred below, "Radio fairy, I regret following you out of curiosity."

Alfred waved his hand gently, adjusting the angle of the candlelight. Puerh's reflection on the wall became larger and more majestic, no longer resembling a cat, but more like a lion crouching there.

"Now, allow me to reintroduce this cat to you:

The most outstanding genius in the history of the Allen family;

The captain of the exploration team that roamed the seas over a hundred years ago;

The spirit born of the raging fire;

The designated inheritor of the god of light;

The knight of the evil god;

The bedside loyal guardian of the great existence;

The beautiful and charming Miss Pall Allen!"

Puerh asked, "What is the last title?"

Alfred responded, "I am just stating the facts, without any exaggeration or distortion. Well, you can pay your respects now."

Puerh pouted and knelt down to pay her respects.

Muri immediately returned the gesture.

Wentula quickly followed suit.

"I know you must have many doubts in your mind, but don't worry, allow me to introduce the next person."

As soon as Alfred finished speaking, Puerh walked to the other side and used her claws to push aside the scroll underneath her. The scroll fell, and it depicted a large golden retriever.

Puerh joked softly, "The stupid dog must regret not coming, but it looks good to have a memorial."

Alfred pointed to the scroll and turned to Muri and Wentula, asking, "You should recognize it, right?"

Muri nodded, "I've seen it before."

Wentula replied, "It's the captain's golden retriever."

"Yes, but also not. Listen carefully, it is:

The owner of the divine position;

The servant of the god of order;

The white gloves of a series of main gods such as the god of reincarnation;

The killer of the sea god;

The mastermind behind the collapse of the Sea God Sect;

The most ardent admirer of the goddess Mills;

The loyal guardian of the great existence's bedroom door;

The evil god of the order church—Ranedar."

"Evil god?" Muri stood there in a daze, "Are you saying that the golden retriever at the captain's house... it is... an evil god?"

Wentula exclaimed, "I even fed it!"

"You have seen his avatar inside the gate of reincarnation, which is the Lord Dar."

Muri and Wentula stood there, already somewhat petrified.

The captain's cat and dog actually had such terrifying backgrounds?

In other words, how terrifying must the captain's own background be to have such pets?

Alfred clapped his hands, Puerh snorted, and helped push aside the next scroll. These scrolls were all drawn by Alfred in advance.

On the scroll was an old woman.

"In the Konjes tomb, Lady Gandilov... oh, that's the lady's name. Lady Gandilov once said in front of everyone that the young master's family background is the highest among everyone. Now, let me introduce the young master's family background to you:

The most dazzling genius in the Order Church for nearly a hundred years;

The initiator of the curse of the god of order;

The owner of three divine fragments;

The bomber of the Order Temple;

The grandfather of the great existence;

The eternal judge of the Order in the city of Roja... Dis Inmerleis."

"Bombing the temple?" Muri obviously knew about this, "He did it, the captain's grandfather?"

Alfred smiled, "I think no one would be foolish enough to claim this honor, because people really die, and they die very miserably."

Wentula listened in a daze, his knowledge and understanding clearly out of touch with the current situation, and could only ask Muri, "So, the captain's grandfather is..."Muri replied, "The captain's grandfather is an elder of the temple."

"Wow," Ventula exclaimed, "The captain's grandfather is just as amazing as the captain."

Muri gave a bitter smile as he remembered Karun's teasing about his own family and how he had said that those from large families like his couldn't escape the problem. He had said it with an air of "you wouldn't understand."

Now he realized that Karun must have been laughing inside.

The legitimate grandson of the temple elder!

"Next..."

"Just a moment, Alfred, please wait!"

Ventula raised his hand as if he had discovered something, and approached Dis's portrait, puzzled. "Why do I feel like this grandfather looks so familiar?"

As he spoke, Ventula put his finger in front of his eyes, covering part of his field of vision, and then slowly stepped back, trying to cover other parts of Dis's face.

"Why does he look so familiar? So familiar..."

Alfred didn't let Ventula continue to be suspicious and doubtful, and told him the answer directly:

"Mr. Dis once treated a contaminated couple from the Order of the Gods in York City. Mr. Dis lamented that he only reduced the pain and extended their lives, but could not solve the contamination problem on their child. He only hoped that the child could grow up strong on their own."

Puerh blinked when she heard this. Dis had never said such a thing. In fact, with Dis's character, he would never say such a thing. It was obvious that Alfred was adding drama to the story.

But Puerh could understand the reasonable artistic processing, and she was even less likely to actively disrupt the situation at this time.

With a "thump," Ventula knelt down in front of Dis's portrait, with tears streaming down his face.

From childhood, his family's living room had always had a portrait of Dis, but in that portrait, Dis wore a mask on his face. However, Ventula's grandparents had a deep memory of Dis's original temperament, and the artist was very particular about the details when painting the portrait, so that was why Ventula...

Of course, this portrait was painted by Alfred, and he had deliberately modified some details in the afternoon to make the Dis in the portrait more in line with the portrait in Ventula's home.

At first, when Ventula didn't recognize it, Alfred was thinking about whether to raise the brightness of the light again, as the lighting here was a bit dim to create an atmosphere.

Fortunately, Ventula was a very observant young man.

Ventula wiped away his tears and asked, "Mr. Alfred, did the captain already know?"

Alfred replied, "Yes, that's why the captain has been so good to you."

Ventula cried even harder, using his sleeve to wipe away his tears. "I should be the one protecting the captain, it shouldn't be like this, it shouldn't be like this."

The person who had shown him kindness and continued to take care of him had already filled Ventula's heart with a feeling called "moved."

"You have done very well. The fact that you were invited here tonight is the most direct recognition of your loyalty."

Alfred pointed to himself and said, "Next, please allow me to introduce myself. I am the most devout follower of the young master, and the young master has given me the surname. My full name now is: Alfred. S."

Alfred felt that was enough and there was no need to add more.

Muri asked, "So, the captain's family background, the captain's side, the captain's..."

After the initial shock of the news, Muri, who seemed calm and "wooden" at first, gradually began to show clinical symptoms of a stroke.

It was really one piece of news after another, hitting people unexpectedly, like your head was still in place, but your body had already gone somewhere else. When you came to your senses, your head started looking for your body, and your body started looking for your head.

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Alfred said, "The young master is walking the path of order. The last one to walk this path was the god of order."

Muri and Ventula began to tremble when they heard this. For them, who believed in order, these words were the greatest taboo.

Alfred raised his arms and shouted in a voice that could bring great excitement and excitement to people:

"This is your opportunity, such an opportunity, even if measured in the length of an era, is very rare.

Therefore,

Please continue to work hard, please be more devout, please continue to dedicate all your loyalty to the great existence.

I believe,

In countless ages, there will be a place for you on the murals worshipped by future generations.

So,

Strive,

For a more prominent position on the mural!"Murie and Ventura stepped out of the performance hall, making their way towards the ancient castle step by step.

Alfred stood on the steps of the performance hall, with Puerh stepping out from his side, smiling and saying, "It seems there wasn't too much of an extreme reaction, especially during your last sentimental part. You got a bit out of control, it came across as somewhat exaggerated."

"I admit I got a bit carried away with my emotions, but it was involuntary. However, I don't think I did poorly, I can prove it to you."

"How will you prove it?"

"10, 9, 8..."

"What are you doing?" Puerh asked, puzzled.

"3, 2, 1!"

"Thud!" "Thud!"

Murie and Ventura collapsed to the ground together, their legs giving out.

...

Inside the family head's study, Karun stood by the window, gazing at the scenery under the night sky. The moonlight was hazy tonight, with a thick halo around the moon.

He wasn't worried about the effect of Alfred's tour of the performance hall. After all, in this regard, he only needed to apply the brakes on Alfred, never having to worry about Alfred's own drive.

After standing for a while, Karun returned to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a notebook. This wasn't the notebook from his own funeral society's study, but he had used it here before.

In any case, old Anderson had always been meticulous in maintaining all the traces he had left in this study.

Picking up a fountain pen, Karun wrote on a blank page:

"When Alfred sought my opinion, I hesitated because I had warned him that large-scale proselytizing is not allowed now, as it might attract the attention of certain specific powers.

I don't want to become like Mr. Phileas, at least not until I have enough strength to protect myself. I'd rather continue to grope and advance in the shadows of order.

But in the end, I agreed to the list of candidates Alfred proposed.

Although I admit, with my identity, every additional person who knows about it adds a risk, these two people, I can trust. I'm willing to take on that bit of risk.

This actually doesn't align with my usual way of doing things. I always prefer to be cautious, then cautious again, because I know, whether it's the path my body takes or the path my soul takes, there's no room or capital for mistakes.

So, why did I agree?

I stood by the bed and thought for a long time, not about the answer to this question, but whether I should write down this answer.

Because this answer feels somewhat unreal, and a bit contrived. Writing it down requires a bit of courage, and it might even be ridiculed.

Although it's unlikely that outsiders will see this text, I'm afraid that when I look back on it in the future, I will laugh at my past self, which is me now."

Karun picked up his cup, took a sip of ice water, and sat there in silence for a long time. In the end, he still wrote down a single word:

"Loneliness."