Convened at last, and in such continental company, England, France, Spain,.. Citizens of sad and corrupt empires, but you are XXX now, the secret and true litigators of the world. Please hold out your Hands and Mark the reminder of our purpose. To guide all wayward souls till they reach a quite road, to guide all wayward minds to safe and sober thoughts, to guide all wayward desire till impassioned hearts are cooled.  By the father of understandings light, let our work begin.

You copy my words like a parrot, and like a parrot you don’t understand them

“Should anything happen to me, should my skills fail me, or my ambition lead me astray, do not seek retribution or revenge in my memory, but fight to continue the search for truth, so that all may benefit.

My story is one of many thousands, and the world will not suffer if it ends too soon.

Don’t think I have any intention of caressing your cheek and saying I was wrong. I will not weep and wonder what might have been. I’m sure you understand. Still… I’m proud of you in a way. You’ve shown great conviction. Strength. Courage. All noble qualities. I should have killed you long ago.

Even when your kind appears to triumph, still we rise again. And do you know why? It is because the Order is born of a realization. We require no creed. No indoctrination by desperate old men. All we need is that the world be as it is.