Chapter 379

Wang Quan closed his eyes and sensed for a bit.

As a result, he found quite a few familiar presences in this city.

It wasn't people he knew, but rather the power of these supernatural beings was very familiar to him.

Wang Quan was speechless.

Wasn't this his black and red mist?!

Although it's a diluted version of a diluted version of a diluted version.

Wang Quan thought for a bit, then turned around and returned to his' Black Feather 'appearance.

Now that his body was an adult, there was no need to forcefully stretch it under the mask and clothes.

Elizabeth looked at Wang Quan in his' Black Feather 'disguise, then turned to look at the 20-meter-tall stone statue and muttered: "Lady Infino, you …"

"You can call me Black Feather now." Wang Quan struck a pose. "What, you've heard of me?"

"Yes …" Elizabeth bit her lower lip. "Ten years ago, I led the French civilians to overthrow the royal family … the great prophet of the Church of Flying Heaven, Black Feather."

"There are a few mistakes here." Wang Quan raised his index finger. "First of all, I didn't lead the civilians to overthrow the royal family. Secondly, the Church of Flying Noodles is not the Church of Flying Heaven. "

Church of Flying Heaven?

Those who didn't know would think that it was the work of Maotai worshippers.

It was 53 Degrees Flying Maotai.

"Legends are always far from the truth, but that's not the problem right now." Wang Quan glanced around. They had been surrounded by many people wearing masks and Victorian-style coats. "The problem is, how are you going to deal with this group of people?"

The Death Riders originally wanted to make a move, but they felt that Wang Quan didn't have any killing intent, so they didn't move for the time being.

Elizabeth knew that this was a test from Lady Infino.

She gritted her teeth and took off her cloak, revealing her blonde hair, blue eyes, and silver-white armor. "I'm Elizabeth Arthur Alexandra Mary Windsor, the first heir of the Yingjili Empire! I'm not here for the war! "

The people in the "hunter's" attire looked at each other, and then one of them walked out.

He took off his mask, revealing a resolute square face.

But his chestnut-colored eyes under his chestnut-colored hair didn't look at Elizabeth, but at Wang Quan. "Are you the Great Sage Hei Yu?"

His voice was a little trembling, as if the goal he had been seeking was close at hand.

Or it was similar to the feeling when a fan saw his idol and asked for an autograph.

Wang Quan didn't speak, but just raised his left hand, and then his hand was surrounded by a thick black and red mist.

"Great Sage!"

Seeing the strange and thick black and red mist in Wang Quan's hand that made them feel a sense of intimacy, the resolute man's eyes were wet.

All the "hunters" clenched their left fists on their right chest, and then bowed to salute. "Great Sage! We finally found you! "

This feeling was quite similar to the feeling of obtaining the true scripture after going through eighty-one difficulties.

Wang Quan scratched his cheek, but he ended up touching the pointy-mouthed mask. "What's going on? You're looking for me? "

"Yes, Great Sage! Since you disappeared ten years ago, the pope has been waiting for you. After waiting for a year, you still haven't returned, so the pope has sent people to Yingjili to look for you. "

The square-faced man pointed around. "We are the people who are looking for you. I have been in Yingjili for ten years!

"Every year when I return to France to report on my work, the pope has been asking for your news!"

The pope … was either Laftia Sebastian or Ichiro Kenike.

The probability of it being Laftia was not high, so it had to be Ichiro Kenike.

Wang Quan recalled what he had said before.

"I'll be back soon after I go to Yingjili."

However, there was no news.

For Wang Quan, it was less than half a month, but for Ichiro Kenike, he had waited for a whole ten years.

That was miserable enough.

Wang Quan twitched the corner of his mouth. "How's the development of our Flying Noodles Church now?"

"Now our Flying Noodles … Noodle Church is already the national religion of France, but the big shots above think that the essence of France is not noodles, so they proposed to change the name six or seven years ago.

"There's the Flying Bread Divine Religion, the Flying Snail Divine Religion, the Flying Goose Liver Divine Religion, and the Flying Wine Divine Religion.

"In the end, the parliament quarreled, and the pope decided to remove the noodles and call it the Flying Heaven Church."

What he did not say was that the pope originally intended to call it the Flying Maotai Church.

However, no one knew what Maotai was, so in the end, they just called it the Flying Heaven Church.

"By the way, Great Sage, when will you go back with us?" The burly man was quite helpless. "I've been here for ten years, and from an ordinary knight, I've become the boss of the Scottish Resistance Army. I really want to go home …

"Even dogs don't eat the food here in Yingjili! I miss the bread, snails, steak, and foie gras in my hometown too much … "

Wang Quan empathized with him.

During this period of time, Wang Quan had been eating the stock in his "Fourth Dimension Chrysanthemum".

"Don't worry, I'll go back, but I have to finish my business here first." Wang Quan patted him on the shoulder. "You can send someone back to inform the sword … inform the pope that I've been found."

After a pause, Wang Quan added, "If he asks, just say 'Sword Pool Mulberry, hometown's bitterness and spicy'. That way, he'll understand. "

The phrase "Sword Pool Mulberry" was said by Wang Quan with the translator turned off.

"Jianchisang, jiaxiang desakulakaile …" The chestnut-haired man repeated it several times, then nodded. "I'll remember. Lord Great Sage, I'll leave these people to you. I'll personally go back and inform the Pope!"

"That's fine …"

Before Wang Quan could say anything, the elder brother found a horse and galloped off.

It seemed like the delicacies of his hometown were still very attractive.

Sweeping his gaze over the group, Wang Quan was rather satisfied.

With this, the group had gained another sixty-some Transcendents.

And Sword Pool Mulberry was just like him, unable to accept kneeling, not even allowing a half-kneel.

Sword Pool Mulberry truly was a man who did not forget his original intentions.

Following that, Wang Quan turned to Elizabeth, whose mouth was slightly agape. "Your Highness, where should we go now?"

At this moment, a thin figure walked out from the group of 'hunters'.

He bowed to Wang Quan, then asked, "Forgive me for being presumptuous, Lord Great Sage, but may I ask what you're looking for? Perhaps we can be of help. "

"Oh, it's that Sword in the Lake."

Wang Quan told him about the legend of King Arthur, the demoness.

"Ah …" The hunter was somewhat embarrassed. "The lake you speak of … I do know of it, but …"

Sighing, he said, "Forget it, just follow me."

Wang Quan exchanged glances with Elizabeth and the rest, then mounted their horses and followed.

Six days later.

"We're here, it's here."

Looking in the direction that the 'hunter' pointed, Wang Quan only saw a large field of farmland, as well as a small river and a water wheel used for irrigation.

"Where's the lake?"

"The lake is right under everyone's feet." The hunter took off his mask, revealing a simple face. "This lake has already dried up to the point where only silt is left.

"Then we felt that the soil here was fertile, so we transformed it into farmland. Indeed, we did not find any Sword in the Lake."

Wang Quan turned around to look at Y'lisabet.

Elizabeth: "…"