Aldo Wagner!
So that's the founder's name, Adam thought to himself, feeling slightly taken aback.
He looked at the elderly Magus with an inquisitive gaze and couldn't help but ask, "My Lord, just how were you, or rather the Brotherhood, able to find out about the founder's origins?"
"Boy, our organization is over three thousand years old," the elderly Magus began. "That is more than enough time to learn about the founder's true origins, no matter how small the clues might be."
Adam's eyes flashed with a peculiar light.
Great! I finally have a timeline I can work on, he thought.
He then thought of something and asked, "If the organization is so old, why could it not be able to decipher the journals left behind by Lord Wagner?"
The elderly Magus shook his head, sighing in defeat, "Deciphering a language one knows nothing about is a near-impossible task.
"It is like staring at the bones of a once-forgotten beast and trying to guess how it once breathed, walked, or spoke.
