After Mr. Gareth received Lancelot at the airport, he did not immediately return to the hotel where he was staying.
At Lancelot's request, they went to a deserted place in the suburbs.
"It should be about time, Lancelot?"
"Let's do it like this." Lancelot nodded at this time, and immediately opened her hands slightly, as if she was chanting something … Light was slowly released from her body.
This was the incantation to summon the Twelve Knights' Armor of Inheritance.
Mr. Gareth did not know the reason why Lancelot suddenly chanted the incantation. After a moment, Lancelot had turned into a knight in black armor.
She said directly, "Gareth, don't be stunned, summon the Armor of Inheritance."
"You … you want to practice with me before tomorrow's competition?" Mr. Gareth could not help but ask subconsciously.
Lancelot said directly, "You and the two of you work together. If Ferrell is nearby, he will naturally feel the binding power of the Round Table Agreement … I want to see him."
"What did you say?!"
Mr. Gareth was shocked.
…
Mr. Gareth naturally would not hide such a big thing as encountering Ferrell in the City of Exclusion from the Queen of Britain — but Her Majesty the Queen did not give any further instructions, only letting Gareth take good care of him.
It was just that Ferrell disappeared again the day before the summit meeting was about to start, and Mr. Gareth had no clue during this time.
The so-called Round Table Agreement was an oath that had been signed since the establishment of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table … But this oath did not have any substantial binding force.
It was more like a signal.
When the signal appeared, the Twelve Knights who were nearby had to obey the ancient oath and provide support to their companions — of course, there was no punishment for not obeying.
It was rooted in the noble character of the Knights.
Mr. Gareth never thought that if he summoned this ancient covenant, Ferrell would obediently show up … That guy was crazy, how could he be so obedient?
But what surprised Gareth was that when he could not resist Lancelot's gaze and summoned this ancient covenant with her, Ferrell really showed up …
"Damn it … I've been looking for him all this time for nothing??"
Mr. Gareth's mentality collapsed on the spot.
…
Ferrell had indeed appeared. Silently … not even the slightest movement of the airflow was produced. Like a ghost, he appeared in front of Mr. Gareth and Lancelot.
He was still wearing the same wrinkled white suit … Nothing had changed from what Gareth had seen a few days ago.
It wasn't that there wasn't the slightest difference. If one had to point out something, it would be that Ferrell seemed a little more solemn, as if he was a little tired.
"The knights' ancient covenant." Ferrell stood with his hands behind his back and said indifferently, "I thought you had already forgotten about this ancient covenant … What business do you have with me?"
Even when facing Ferrell in his normal state, Mr. Gareth, who was already wearing the Legacy Armor, was still extremely nervous.
But at this moment, Lancelot, who was dressed in black armor, waved her hand … and the suitcase that she had brought along with her suddenly broke open — what broke open was only the outer layer of the suitcase.
Surprisingly, there was a golden cabinet in the luggage.
At this moment, the cabinet slowly opened. After a while, an upright obtuse sword slowly appeared in front of Mr. Gareth and Ferrell.
"This is …" Mr. Gareth's gaze turned cold, and his expression instantly became extremely serious, "Catinar!"
At this moment, the obtuse sword directly flew into Lancelot's hand … Lancelot was now holding the sword and straightening her body.
At the same time, Ferrell walked forward expressionlessly … He was getting closer and closer to Lancelot. Just when Mr. Gareth was wondering if Ferrell would do anything unusual to harm Lancelot, Ferrell actually slowly knelt down on one knee.
Lowering his head.
Mad Knight Ferrell, at this moment, looked completely like a loyal knight paying respects to his monarch.
"This is the ceremonial sword used by the British Royal Family when passing down the throne of each generation." Lancelot said in a low voice, "Each of us knights, in front of it, made an oath to the British King. Ferrell, do you still remember the oath you made at that time? "
"I swear on my life that I will dedicate everything to you, Your Majesty the King. I will always remember humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, spirit, honesty, and justice. My sword is here. Before I fall, it and I will protect you. After I die, my soul will also guard your territory. My loyalty is my armor, and I will bleed for you until the end of my life. My sword is here. My blood will be sprinkled on the battlefield with honor. My sword is here. God blesses it to be sharp forever. Unless its master lowers his head, it will never break … My Lord! "
"Very good. You still remember your oath, Knight Ferrell." At this moment, Lancelot slowly placed the ceremonial sword [Catinar] on Ferrell's shoulder, "Tomorrow, you will fight for the Royal Family and win a seat on the council … Accept the order!"
Ferrell didn't respond. He just silently knelt on the ground without moving.
Time passed in such a strange and quiet way.
After an unknown amount of time, Ferrell suddenly pushed the ceremonial sword away from his shoulder and said indifferently, "I refuse."
Lancelot said sternly, "Ferrell, are you going to violate your oath?"
Ferrell said indifferently, "The King I swore allegiance to is no longer here. My oath has been scattered with the wind … I didn't swear allegiance to the current Queen."
Lancelot frowned … But Ferrell's reaction seemed to be within her expectations. At this moment, she nodded and slowly put away the ceremonial sword. "Her Majesty has some words that she wants me to pass on to you. Do you want to hear them?"
Ferrell was silent for a while, "What did she say?"
"You are the most outstanding knight. You are the most powerful knight. You are the Light of Britain. Are you willing to see the land of Britain become a place to be colonized by the Extraordinary world that is about to arrive … that land you once swore to protect?"
Ferrell didn't respond. He just stood up silently.
He disappeared. Mr. Gareth didn't see clearly how he left … But Lancelot had already removed the Armor of Heritage at this time. He didn't follow suit and removed his own.
Mr. Gareth smiled bitterly, "We are both successors of the Twelve Knights. I still don't understand why the gap between us and him is so big … Do you think he will come back tomorrow?"
"I don't know." Lancelot shook her head, "But I have finished what Her Majesty the Queen asked me to do."
"Finished?" Mr. Gareth's heart skipped a beat. His expression changed slightly, "What do you mean by finished?"
Lancelot said bluntly, "My task has been completed, so I have to go back. The Queen has no guards by her side. I can't go back. "
"?!?!" Mr. Gareth's eyes widened in disbelief. His voice also changed, "Wait! You came all the way here just to pass a few words to Ferrell? "
"Otherwise?"
"Didn't you come to support me in the Strength Conference?"
"Her Majesty the Queen didn't give this order." Lancelot shook her head.
Mr. Gareth slapped his head at this time … His mentality really collapsed at this time!
Wait, when he talked to Her Majesty the Queen on the phone, Her Majesty the Queen did say that Lancelot would arrive tonight … She only said that she would arrive and didn't say what Lancelot would do.
"I don't want to play anymore!!" Mr. Gareth, whose mentality had collapsed, directly took off the brooch of the Knight Mechanism and threw it to the ground, "I quit! Whoever wants to be the chief can be the chief! It was originally something that none of you were willing to do and forced on me! "
But at the moment when Mr. Gareth was angry, the earth suddenly trembled.
In the distance, a huge shadow was rapidly approaching … With the shadow's rapid arrival, the tremors of the earth became more and more intense.
In the end, what appeared in front of Mr. Gareth and Lancelot was a mountain!
No, it should be said that it was a huge rock the size of a small mountain — And this rock was currently being held up by Ferrell with one hand.
"You … Why are you back?" Gareth subconsciously said, "Mr … Mr Ferrell?"
He always had a kind of ominous premonition that he couldn't explain clearly.
At this time, Ferrell said indifferently, "From now until tomorrow's competition, use this big rock to train. First, squat with weights for an hour. You're not allowed to summon the Armor of Inheritance."
"One … One hour?" Mr. Gareth subconsciously swallowed his saliva and screamed, "Impossible! It's impossible for humans to do this! Besides, tomorrow's the competition, what's the point of training at this time? Even if this kind of training is effective, it won't improve much in a short time, okay? "
"Even if it's only a ten-thousandth of one's strength, it's still an improvement. In a battle between the strong, a ten-thousandth of one's strength is still a victory. " Ferrell said solemnly, "Strength is accumulated little by little, from a small drop to a vast ocean, one step at a time … Hard work will make you stronger! Catch! "
Without waiting for Mr. Gareth to react, Ferrell directly threw the huge rock in his hand at Mr. Gareth.
At this time, it was too late for him to recite the incantation to put on the Armor of Inheritance. When the huge rock came crashing down, he instinctively ran. Unexpectedly, Ferrell suddenly flicked a stone from his hand and hit him in the knee, causing him to kneel on the ground.
Seeing the huge rock coming down, Mr. Gareth could only use both hands to catch it … His waist bones seemed to have been crushed. His face turned red, and he barely caught the huge rock.
"Start the countdown now. It's not standard. One fist. This kind of fist. " As Ferrell spoke, he directly swung his fist into the distance. The terrifying fist pressure instantly blew up a big tree dozens of meters away.
He really could do it!
Mr. Gareth was now drenched in cold sweat. Ferrell really could do it — he swung his fist at him!
However, at this time, with this terrifying huge rock, Mr. Gareth was completely holding his breath and exerting all his strength. He couldn't speak at all — he seriously suspected that this huge rock was directly dug out by Ferrell from the circle of mudstone mountains outside the City of Abstinence.
Or he took it from the scene of the [Power Conference] that the Administration was rapidly building.
Seeing this, Lancelot was packing her luggage … After she peeled off the packaging of the luggage and pasted it back, she clapped her hands, pulled the handle of the luggage, and directly left.
"Where are you going?" Ferrell suddenly asked.
"The task given to me by His Majesty has been completed. Naturally, I should leave," Lancelot said indifferently, "For tomorrow's competition, I will support you in spirit."
"You stay too!" Ferrell said directly, "After he finishes his squats, you change. Now use your fastest speed and swing your sword 10,000 times!"
“？？”
It was not funny, not funny. Mr. Gareth swore that he was definitely not gloating at this time, because if he laughed, he would have a stroke, and if he had a stroke, he would be crushed into a meat patty.
Later, Knight Lancelot, who was evaluated by Mr. Gareth as the most stable and normal among the Twelve Knights, had to take off her sandals and swing her sword in humiliation.
…
In the distance, Mr. Song was looking at the huge rock and pondering in silence.
When the incident happened, he was actually discussing some issues with Ferrell — they no longer used mobile phones, because Wolfgang was back, and he could be a tool and translator.
But as he spoke, Ferrell ran out without a word, and came hither and thither to meet the two British knights.
"I know a little about the [Knight Mechanism]," Wolfgang thought at this time and said, "I also heard about this Ferrell."
"Tell me about it," Mr. Song said indifferently.
He and Ferrell did not ask about each other's background out of respect for the strong — but this time, it was someone else who told him, so naturally it was a different matter.
"In the land of Eurasia, there was a terrible war a hundred years ago …" Wolfgang slowly talked about the war in Eurasia a hundred years ago.
As a transcendent being who had infiltrated this subworld with a recruitment mission, it was impossible for Wolfgang to rashly enter without investigating the slightest bit of information about Subworld 003.
Since he discovered the sub-world for the contribution of the organization, he had collected some information about the strong people in this world.
Originally, Ferrell was also on the list of people he planned to recruit.
However, what Wolfgang did not expect was that he could actually meet the queen from hell in this sub-world — the fallen Morning Star.
Of course, it was to trick her!
Thinking about it, if he could develop the fallen Morning Star into a sub-world, it would be exciting, right? After that, the contribution points he would get would be enough for him to squander for a long time, right?
After a while.
"… If that's the case, the so-called fight against the demons is, in essence, a crusade against that magical shop." Mr. Song pondered and was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes moved and looked in another direction.
In the distance, three figures were rapidly approaching.
In an instant.
"Your Holiness."
Gong Fanxing and Charlot walked over together. At that moment, Gong Fanxing was carrying an old man with a childish complexion and white hair. However, he appeared to be in an extremely sorry state. He was wearing a Daoist robe.
"Who is this person?" Mr. Song frowned and asked.
"Your Holiness, this person's Taoist name is Yang Taizi." Gong Fanxing said casually, "He is the current head of Huanzhen Sect … I happened to meet him."
"Huanzhen Sect? The successor of Taibai … "Mr. Song nodded and muttered … as if he was thinking about something.
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