Vared stepped forward warily, carefully putting on his black leather gloves to protect against any venom, or magical effects that might stain the book. Then bravely, he picked up the heavy tome.

　　Nothing happened.

　　Immediately afterward, Varede, in order to confirm his trophy, deactivated his sorcerous vision and lit a ghastly white fire of sorcery. With the light of the fire, he prepared to read it - when he had just seen the name on the cover of the book, he raised his eyebrows with a look of great disappointment. And thought of a conversation he had with his sister Isabella before this.

　　At that time, Valed and Isabella, were reading a book inside the library of the ancient castle. Varede was holding a history book, brushing up on the basic settings of this world. Isabella, on the other hand, was holding a book on pharmaceutics.

　　That day, Valed happened to come across the chapter about the Sigma Empire. He was quite interested in the largest empire built by the humans of this old world, as well as the enemy country of Sylvania. So the reading was very serious. In Varede's opinion, this empire was able to subdue Sylvania, and even several other human countries, as well as the barbarians in the north and the orcs and monsters in Mangmando. Naturally, it had its own strengths.

　　However, after looking around, Varede realized that the political system of this empire was primitive and backward. It was simply a feudal state through and through.

　　The Sigma Empire, rather than being an empire, was more like an alliance of ten countries. A total of ten Electors elected one of them as Emperor. The Emperor has only nominal power over the Electors. As well as the right to command in battle. In normal times, he could not receive a dime of tax from the Electors, nor could he conscript a single soldier.

　　Within the ten Electors, there are also many factions and warlords. Independent free cities, the religious leaders of the various godly sects, and even smaller noble fiefdoms, all of which could give a damn about them. And below the minor nobles are the petty nobles, the minor nobles, and finally the knights.

　　And besides these forces that nominally belonged to the empire, within the Sigma Empire, there were quite a few hostile forces of the empire. There are many bandits hiding in the mountains and forests, and in addition to that, there are also savages who have been affected by the power of chaos in many provinces of the empire. The forests in the northwestern part of the empire are inhabited by countless forest kobold tribes.

　　Valed asked a number of people about the contents of this book, and they all said that it was indeed true. This made Valade froze in surprise - such a country with enemies on all sides, even within the empire, was able to stubbornly survive until now. What a miracle!

　　Of course none of this was the end of it, what Valède thought of after seeing this book was the eighth spat about the Sigma Empire's backwardness after learning about its feudal system earlier.

　　“Actually, ah, sister, have you ever felt that this is very improper?”

　　“What's improper?”

　　"It's those knights of the humans, ah - they sharpen their martial skills every day for decades. Always waiting for the Lord's conscription order. And after they've been drafted, they have to rush over without stopping. Just stepping onto the battlefield, they can't wait to build their career, and all of a sudden they're dead. Don't you think that's inappropriate?"

　　"Why would you think so? Isn't this great?"

　　So it's really difficult to communicate with different values ah...... remembered the strange expression that the family sister had, at that time, revealed after hearing her question. Varede couldn't help but be a bit speechless.

　　Loyalty, fine; the duty of a feudal lord, this was also true; the pursuit of honor; yes - but for one idiotic reason of the feudal lord. Five communal acres of salted land, crumbling junky wooden fortresses, a few jars of wild honey or even a bad war that could be caused by a single gesture, a single word. It wasn't pleasant to Varede by any means - if war was all about that sort of thing, then what was the war he'd had in his previous life, on the astral battlefield with the xenomorphs?

　　Varede had always felt that a war should be as magnificent as that, a great confrontation between two races that erupted, all-out, on an unprecedented scale, the most intense and magnificent act for the survival and reproduction of the races, for honor and profit - not for the sake of five metric acres of saline land.

　　So it was that when Varede stepped into the deepest recesses of this catacomb. Realizing that what he had finally obtained after all his painstaking waste of effort was only a copy of the Imperial Code of Knights' Separation of the Seventy-Nine Years. The anger of this future Count Kastenin could be imagined.

　　“This kind of thing is worthless except for being burned!” Varede angrily grabbed the book and slammed it to the ground. Originally, he did want to burn the tome. But on second thought, a fly is still a piece of meat even if it's small. Although this thing had no practical value. But as an antique, it could not be said to be worth some money.

　　Although the Sigma Imperial Empire, which was neighboring Sylvania, was a country that practiced a feudal system and had extremely bad finances, the aristocrats had no interest in this kind of thing and had no purchasing power. But the Tyrell Commercial Republic further south was full of guys who reveled in culture and art, as well as the Kingdom of Araby, where there were quite a few nobles who were attached to the arts. There must be quite a few people who would be willing to pay a good price for this tome.

　　Thinking like this, Varede's psyche was much more balanced. His gaze at the codex was also much softer. Calculating the time again. Only half an hour had passed. There was no need to rush to look at the other burial objects in this tomb. A little bit of reading this book is not a big deal ...... just as a long knowledge.

　　While thinking this way, Varede picked up the Knight's Separation Codex and began to read it. Immediately after, this reserve archmage, who was extremely sensitive to magic, realized that something was wrong.

　　This book was not right - although it was safe and sound when it was not moved, when it was opened and started to be read, Varede realized that what was written on it was not words - not Old World Common, not Elvish, not Dwarven, not Undead basic language, not sorcery magic text, not the various ancient scripts, not even the Chaos language ......

This book records the rules themselves, the order itself, the shaping of the ability and the standard ...... These abstract, metaphysical, unable to be described in words , all infused directly into the book in the form of the pure, free winds of magic. And this book, although it does exist, is in fact the same abstraction - it is itself the carrier of the “rules”.

　　“This thing, is a twelve-dimensional materialized item ah ...... ”When Varede barely closed the book, the little magic power that was left in his body had already been completely consumed-- no, it should be said that it was even more than that. No, I should say, it was even worse than that, the pale face, and the forehead that was not full of sweat all indicated that this guy's physical strength had also been depleted a lot. However, although the state became even worse. But Varede couldn't stop smiling.

　　"A carrier of pure law ...... according to this world, it's called a concept armament right ...... and, it's about the knight aspect ...... in this world, I'm afraid there's nothing more valuable than this. With just a little bit of alteration, it's possible to ‘enthrone knights’ with this ...... It's really ironic, I was just laughing at the clumsiness and outdatedness of the knight class, but for some time in the future, I'll most likely have to rely on the undead who were ‘'enthroned’' by me. Enthroned' Undead Knights to fight the world." Thinking of this, he couldn't help but heave a few cold laughs.

　　However, after thinking of another thing, Varede's smile disappeared, "It's just that the power of this codex isn't as great as it should be. If I guessed correctly, I'm afraid that this codex is not the original. Rather, it is one of the replicas. So the ability is a bit weaker, and the amount of magic that needs to be consumed is also more ...... but it's still worth it ...... And if what's here is a copy, then the original, more than likely, is in the main catacombs. In the end it's still not mine."

　　Touching the jackpot right off the bat, and the reversal from hell to heaven, made Varede's mood much better all of a sudden. And on top of that, through this Knight's Codex, he had more than half judged the identity of the owner of this tomb.

　　Although the body was only a six year old child. It was impossible to come into contact with too much knowledge - but common sense would still be learned quite a bit. And it so happened that the identity of this tomb's owner was also powerful enough, powerful enough to reach the level of “common sense”.

　　The man named Alençon. He was the greatest, most cunning, and most successful emperor of the world in the last era. He founded the empire of the man who built the magnificent catacombs that stretch across Sylvania. His code of chivalry was accepted by all the human nations of the world as the so-called “Absolute Truth”.

　　In the following years, the world has changed and empires have collapsed. Even the political structure of the world changed. But the system of chivalry still exists. Enduring. Even in some non-human countries and political entities, there were also soldier types called knights, or classes and titles.

　　When all the intelligent creatures in the world recognized the word “knight”. The original copy of the Knight's Code, which had been used as a funeral pyre, had decayed over the years. The books that had been corroded over the course of countless years had regained life and had risen to such a high status as “carriers of rules”.

　　“Too lucky, too lucky, too lucky, too lucky, too lucky, too lucky, too lucky,......” When Varede fully realized the value of this book, he rolled on the ground holding it as if he was crazy. And regarded it as second only to his own life, such an important thing.

　　As long as there was such a thing, and enough magic power for Varede to use as well as raw materials for the corpses. Then Valed could easily create a large troop of Black Knights - unlike normal Witch Demons or Vampire Lords, who could only use the corpses of those who were ‘Knights’ in life to create Black Knights. Valeed can use this book of rules to “ordain” knights. To elevate the skeletons of those who were not qualified, in order to make the knight unit of his undead army stronger.