Wang Quan closed his eyes and sensed for a while.
As a result, he found that there were a lot of familiar breaths in the city.
It was not people he knew, but the power of these Transcended made him very familiar.
Wang Quan was speechless.
Wasn't this his black and red mist!
Although it was a diluted version of the diluted version.
Wang Quan thought for a while, turned around, and changed back to the appearance of "Hei Yu."
Now that his body was an adult, there was no need to forcibly stretch it under the clothes and mask.
Elizabeth looked at Wang Quan who was dressed as "Hei Yu," then turned to look at the 20-meter-tall stone statue, and murmured, "Madam Infino, you …"
"Now you can call me Hei Yu." Wang Quan made a pose, "Why, have you heard of me?"
"Yes …" Elizabeth bit her lower lip, "Ten years ago, led the French civilians to overthrow the royal family … Great Prophet Hei Yu of the Ashen Sect."
"There are a few mistakes in this." Wang Quan raised his index finger, "First of all, I did not lead the civilians to overthrow the royal family. Secondly, the sect called Flying Noodles is not the Ashen Sect. "
Ashen Sect?
Those who did not know would think that it was done by Maotai worshippers.
It was 53 Degrees Flying Maotai.
"The legend is always far from the truth, but the problem now is not that." Wang Quan glanced around, and 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 did not have the intention to kill, so they did not move for the time being.
Elizabeth knew that this was a test from Madam Infino.
She gritted her teeth, took off her cloak, and revealed the blonde hair, blue eyes, and silver armor underneath, "I am the first heir of the Yingjili Empire, Elizabeth Arthur Alexandra Mary Windsor! I am not here for war! "
Those people dressed as "hunters" looked at each other, and then one of them walked out.
He took off his mask, revealing a resolute square face.
However, his chestnut-colored eyes were not looking at Elizabeth, but at Wang Quan. "Are you the Great Sage Hei Yu?"
His voice trembled a little, as if the goal he had been seeking was right in front of him.
It was similar to how fans felt when they saw their idols asking for an autograph.
Wang Quan didn't say anything. He just raised his left hand, and a thick black-red mist wrapped around his hand.
"Great Mahātmā!"
Seeing the strange and thick black and red mist in Wang Quan's hands, which made them feel a sense of intimacy, the resolute man's eyes moistened.
All the hunters clenched their left fists and placed them on their right chests before bowing. "Great Sage! We finally found you! "
This feeling was similar to the feeling of obtaining the true scripture after passing eighty-one trials.
Wang Quan scratched his cheek, only to bump into the pointy-mouthed mask. "What's going on? Are you 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, the pope has been asking for your news!"
The pope … is either Raphael Sebastian or Ichiro Kenike.
The probability of Raphael being Raphael is not high, so it must be Ichiro Kenike.
Wang Quan remembered what he had said before.
"I will 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 ten years.
It was miserable enough.
Wang Quan twitched the corner of his mouth. "How is the development of our Flying Noodles Church now?"
"Now our Flying … Noodle Church is already the religion of France, but the higher-ups think that the essence of France isn't noodles, so they proposed changing 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 God 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 they just called it the Flying God Church.
"By the way, Great Sage, when will you go back with us?" The big man was quite helpless. "I have been here for ten years, and from an ordinary knight, I have become the leader 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 … "
Wang Quan empathized with him.
During this time, Wang Quan had been eating the stock in his "Fourth Dimension Chrysanthemum."
"Don't worry, I will 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 have been found."
After a pause, Wang Quan added, "If he asks, just say 'Sword Pool Mulberry, hometown's bitterness opens'. That way, he will understand. "
Wang Quan turned off the translation device when he said "Sword Pool Mulberry."
"Jianchisang, jiaxiangdesakulakaile …" The chestnut-haired man repeated it several times and nodded. "I will remember, Great Sage. I will leave these people to you, I will personally go back and inform the pope!"
"That's fine …"
Wang Quan did not say anything, and the big brother found a horse and ran away.
It seemed that the food of his hometown was still very attractive.
Then, he glanced around and Wang Quan was quite satisfied.
This time, the team had another sixty or so Transcendents.
And Sword Pool Mulberry was the same as 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.
Then, Wang Quan turned to Elizabeth, who had her mouth slightly agape. "Your Highness, where should we go now?"
At this time, a thin figure walked out from among the "hunters".
He bowed to Wang Quan and asked, "Forgive me for being presumptuous, Great Sage, but may I ask what you are looking for? Perhaps we can help. "
"Oh, it's that Sword in the Lake."
Wang Quan told him about the legend of the witch King Arthur.
"Ah …" The hunter was somewhat embarrassed. "The lake you speak of … I do know of it, but …"
He sighed. "Forget it, everyone, just follow me."
Wang Quan and Elizabeth glanced at each other, then mounted their horses and followed.
Six days later …
"We're here, it's here."
Looking in the direction that the hunter was pointing, Wang Quan only saw a large field of farmland, as well as a small river and a water wheel for irrigation.
"The lake?"
"The lake is right under everyone's feet." The hunter took off his mask, revealing a simple face. "This lake had already dried up to the point where only mud was left.
"Then we felt that the soil here was fertile, so we transformed it into farmland. We really didn't find any Sword in the Lake."
Wang Quan turned around to look at Y'lisabet.
Elizabeth: "…"
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