The descendant of the Great Sage in Marvel

At the same time, in the farm outside the town, Klein looked at the group of people in suits and ties around him with confusion. The doors and windows of the house were tightly closed. Under the dim light, these people were hidden in the darkness. The person looked a little gloomy.

One of the middle-aged men who seemed to be the leader exchanged glances with several people around him, pulled out a chair and sat across from him.

"I'm sorry for arresting you in such an uncivilized manner, Mr. Klein. Because we don't think you will come voluntarily, but we have to meet you. Don't worry, the sedative we injected you should be very effective. It will be over soon.”

"Why do we have to meet?" Klein still didn't understand the current situation.

The leader took out a thin booklet from his chest, opened one page and showed it to Klein: "What is described here is the real Ichabod Klein."

"Who described it?" Klein gradually calmed down.

"We'll talk about this later"

Klein interrupted what he was about to say. He was already aware of the identity of the person opposite him, "Then what are we talking about now, Mr. Rutledge?"

Rutledge looked up at Klein in surprise, as if asking him how he knew his name.

"Your cuff gives you away. Your last name is Rutledge. The family resemblance is too easy to overlook. You are a descendant of Edward Rutledge, the youngest signer of the Declaration of Independence. I am very understand him."

"And I also know that the calluses on the palm of your left hand indicate that you are a person who works with your hands. The color on the fingers of your right hand is in the shape of a ruler and compass worn backwards, indicating that you have worn a ring. Maybe It does some good to me.”

"There are also spells arranged around this house to resist evil spirits. I have seen them in one place before. All signs here indicate that you are a Freemason, as are everyone here."

Rutledge closed the book in his hand and leaned back on the chair, "Looking at how understanding you are, does that mean you are also a member?"

"Of course I am. If you are really a member of Freemasonry, then you should know that I am one of the founders of Freemasonry. Now if we are in the same group, then tell me quickly, why did you bring me here?"

Rutledge paused and decided to tell the truth in front of this 200-year-old predecessor: "I'm sorry, Mr. Klein, we brought you here this time. I'm afraid we need to discuss the issue of your life and death. Are you alive or dead today?" , will depend on whether your identity is true and we must confirm your true identity."

"I am Ichabod Crane"

"I'm sorry, you have to confirm that we haven't been fooled before. Your previous performance proves that you are a very intelligent person, Mr. Klein, I hope you can understand."

"what do you mean"

"It means that we have fought against people with extraordinary powers, including demons and people who can change shape. We have to be careful, Mr. Klein. So now, please tell me, the first time you heard the word "Chaos" "When is the rank?" Rutledge spat out a strange word.

"I haven't heard that word for a long time. It was told to me by a dying man, Arthur Burrard. The first time I heard him say it, I was a captain in the British Empire and we were Sent to his home to capture him, a freed slave suspected of treason. I failed to save him, even though he awakened my true heart, I failed to save him. This is my sin and I must always Bear this guilt." Klein said with a somewhat sad expression.

Rutledge looked at him blankly. Until this moment, it was still hard for him to believe that his ancestors from more than 200 years ago were standing in front of him so vividly.

He was stunned for a while, then stood up immediately, called the surrounding Freemasons to gather together with his eyes, and said with a serious face: "Ichabod Klein, our brother, your outstanding contributions are as good as ours." Your distrust really makes us ashamed, we should believe you. n, now we believe you." As they said that, they bowed their heads slightly to Klein to show respect and apology.

Klein breathed a sigh of relief at this time, because after all, more than 200 years have passed, and no one knows whether Freemasonry is still the same as before.

He asked curiously: "If the book in your hand confirms everything I just said, but I have never written such a book, who would it be?"

"Katrina, your wife. She was our ally. The coven she led once allied with our Masonic pioneers to fight side by side. Until after your death, until she betrayed the Freemasons."

"how come"

"It's true, she hid you away and buried you for over two centuries somewhere, somewhere we can't find."

"But this doesn't make sense. I was seriously injured and almost died. If I could be rescued, General Washington and my Masonic brothers would not abandon me. Why would Katrina hide me at the cost of betrayal?"

Klein was a little confused about what was going on, but with his intelligence, he soon came to his senses: "Unless my Masonic brothers don't want me to live, that's why Katrina hid me Protect me. You want me dead but why"

"Yes, your wife did use her ability to keep you alive, but it was not just betrayal, but the price of righteousness. She knew that to end the death knight, you must die. This is why we are looking for you today The reason for coming, I'm sorry, Mr. Klein, today you have to face the fate that you should have accepted a long time ago." He took out a bottle of poisonous wine refined by witches. This poisonous wine is harmful to both people and people. Other living things have their own strong poison, and as long as they take a little bit, they will be stunned.

"Wait, wait," Klein hurriedly spoke to stop them, "What does my life and death have to do with the Death Knight? I think you need to explain it to me. And you no longer need to eliminate the Death Knight. He died a few days ago. He was wiped out by the Avengers."

"Unfortunately, maybe you think the Death Knight is dead. I don't know what methods you used or who eliminated it, but I only know one thing, that is, if you are still alive, the Death Knight is definitely not dead. Rutledge shook his head and disagreed with what Klein said.

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