[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] The Lord God ruined my childhood!

Of course the archbishop was not killed, but anyone with a brain would not casually kill a respected religious leader. Arthur just wanted the archbishop to go with him.

Well, wrapped in sacks and shipped out of town with potatoes.

Bishop: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

The beautiful archbishop, on this day, deeply spurned himself who was mixed with potatoes...

"He who has no life." Arthur sat in front of the cart, leisurely driving the two inferior horses with a small whip, his behavior was quite natural.

They had already left the royal city far away, that's why Arthur was able to make such a publicity, and all the princes and ministers were left behind by him.This was a desperate decision. If what Lamascus got could not reverse everything, then Arthur's reincarnation would be considered abolished.

This is nothing, Arthur thought silently, anyway, his plan is to win the final victory within three reincarnations, and there is nothing wrong with spending the current reincarnation to try.

Thinking about it, Arthur took out the wheat bread he bought when he passed by the last village from the package. There was no extra additions to the bread, no gorgeous butter and jam at all, only a little sugar was added, but it did not have a rustic flavor.

Archbishop: You know what to eat when you eat!snort!

"Come on?" Arthur asked the archbishop in the potato pile, "I know you must be very angry now, but I'm afraid I won't be able to bring you out of the city safely without this method."

The archbishop's face was very ugly, "What do you want me to do?"

Arthur smiled, and passed the bread forward again, the archbishop's expression was a little tangled.Because he was stuffed in the pile of potatoes, he always felt that his body was not clean, but he didn't know how long he had been in a coma, his hunger was always there, and he urgently needed to eat something, even rough bread would do.

"If you don't need to hold it with your hands, you can open your mouth." Arthur indulged, after all, he was the one who forcibly captured the other party, and he was at fault for this matter, he admitted.

The archbishop hesitated for a while, slowly opened his mouth, and took a bite of the bread.

Is this "hello"?When eating, the archbishop had to get close to the king's hands. His hands were well-knit, and because he dealt with government affairs all the year round, there were some thin calluses on some knuckles. However, it has to be admitted that these hands are very beautiful, and it is hard to imagine that they are these hands , Fiddle with the entire state machinery to move forward.

"You can drink the water by yourself, right?" Arthur finished feeding half a loaf of bread, took out the water bag and handed it to the archbishop, watching the other party take it silently and drink it, quite aggrieved.

"The food in the country is also delicious, and the water was poured on the mountain before, and the spring water is the best." Arthur strongly recommended the food that he thought was delicious, and it was also the food that he thought was delicious a few reincarnations ago.

The archbishop remained silent, he really wanted to contradict the little king who made him drift away, but the bread was really delicious, although the texture was rough, but it tasted sweet, completely different from the court cakes.

How should I say it?It should be a feeling of vigorous vitality, just like the little king at this time.

The warm autumn wind in the distance blows from a large wheat field, enveloping the temperature of the ears of wheat, and the little king's blond hair is also disheveled in the golden wind. The whole world is soaked in this non-glare golden color - golden sunshine , the golden wheat, and the golden wind.

"It's a beautiful sight, isn't it?" the archbishop heard the little king ask him, calling his name for the first time.

"Canterbury, only when you come out will you find that we noble people who claim to be saviors are just insignificant symbols among these bottom layers. What a disaster...it's just that."

"This world can function without a king."

The archbishop frowned, he thought it was just impulsive and willful words, but the little king's eyes were so peaceful, he looked at the wheat field stretching to the sky, and brushed away a strand of forehead hair.

"What do you want to do?" the archbishop asked, and Arthur just shook his head, like a child with a secret, who was very interested but refused to reveal a little bit.He looked around from a distance and saw a figure riding a tall horse gradually approaching.

"Pollen is back, I asked him to go to the town ahead to buy some supplies."

The young general rode his war horse and circled around the cart. When he saw the archbishop who was with potatoes, his eyes showed a hint of mockery.

"Aren't you a clean freak? Don't you hate dust? You run? Run back?"

The gentle and merciful archbishop was also angry. He was bound by Arthur's magic and temporarily unable to use the magic of the holy light system. However, this did not prevent him from expressing his anger. A potato was thrown at Pollan, and Pollan was caught off guard. , was almost hit in the face!

Now it was the Archbishop's turn to smile. He straightened his clothes gently, and looked at Pollan as if he were looking at a mentally retarded man with a head full of potatoes.

"Your Majesty took me away in person, in other words..." the archbishop smiled like a spring, "Your Majesty can't do without me."

Pollan was furious for a second. He couldn't pull out his sword to poke two holes for the archbishop, and knowing that Arthur would never allow such a thing to happen, he endured it bitterly.

Pollan is very vengeful, and when Arthur runs out of archbishops, he will absolutely demand today's debt back!

Arthur disguised himself as a potato dealer, covered his blond hair with a hat all day long, and with a little hallucinatory magic, the journey was relatively easy.When approaching the border of Ramascus, Arthur waited for the witch.

"I have what you want." The witch handed Arthur a bronze key. "This is from Kamalia, the princess of Ramascus. It should be the real thing."

"Thanks for your hard work." Arthur put away the key, and the buildings of the Ramascus Palace had faintly appeared on the distant ground.The little man in the bottle is particularly restless, and he looks at his homeland with joy and emotion.

[I didn't expect to come back. 】The villain whispered, a little sad,【When I was taken away by Ibn Sur, I thought I would die in a foreign land. 】

Arthur reached out and touched the bottle. The temperature of his fingertips gave the villain great comfort. He cheered up and showed Arthur the way.

[Follow the route I said, and you will find the real treasure of Ramascus. 】

The treasure in Ramascus is an underground palace. I don’t know if it’s a common problem of those in power. They always like to build some weird underground palaces to store the most precious treasures. In the end, they can’t escape being rediscovered.

There is an entrance to an underground palace on the outskirts of the royal city of Ramascus. The passage has been in disrepair for a long time, and you have to bend over to barely get in. The archbishop looked at such a hole with obvious disgust on his face.

As a bishop with a little cleanliness, he hates places where his clothes get dirty.

"It's here." Arthur finally breathed a sigh of relief. The destination was close in front of him. He could hear his heart beating irregularly. The wish he had was too great to know if it could be realized here.

"The man in the bottle said that there are ancient Ramascus scripts inside, which only a few people in the world can read." Arthur looked at the archbishop. This was an important reason why he would take the archbishop with him on the road even if he was at risk of being kidnapped.Those who know you best are always your enemies, and to combat the heresy of Ramascus, the archbishop's knowledge of paganism is terrible.

Hearing Arthur's words, the archbishop trembled with pride, and Pollan had a face full of humiliation. He was going to go down first, but was stopped by Arthur.

"The man in the bottle will only give me hints, and I should lead the way."

Too dangerous.Pollan conveyed his meaning with his eyes, but Arthur's position was very firm. He was the first to enter the underground palace, prompting various traps along the way, as the man in the bottle said - follow the route he said , will find the real treasure of Ramascus.

The space gradually opened up. If the spacious hall was not built underground, it would be more majestic. Even if it is built underground, the gold and cat's eyes are still reflected under the light ball. The whole hall is like velvet with countless stars shining. night.

[Stop, don't rush into the hall, there is a mechanism that requires a sacrifice to open it. 】The man in the bottle obviously doesn't pay much attention to life, he only cares about Arthur's survival.

Arthur was already prepared for this.He has no intention of sacrificing anyone. Since activating the mechanism will definitely lead to death, wouldn't it be good to find someone who will not die to activate the mechanism?

The Skeleton King held his dice and went up to bear a thousand arrows piercing his heart. He shook his bone body and shook the arrows from the gap in his chest. He raised his legs to leave, but found that his feet were also caught in what appeared to be animal traps. something clamped down.

The skeleton took off his feet, stood on one foot, and began to think about how to take his own feet away.

Arthur let him stay there. The closer he got to the end, the more urgent he felt. His intuition told him that the things here could free him from the never-ending Middle Ages and complete his vision.Even though he was excited, Arthur was still cautious enough to continue the journey. The archbishop could interpret the murals on both sides, and Pollan helped him clean up the bats living in the underground palace.

"The culture of Lamascus is not bad." The archbishop looked at the murals on both sides, reluctantly praised, and then added, "Of course, it has completely declined now."

"What was said on the slate?" Arthur was more concerned about this question.

The archbishop's expression became a little strange. He confirmed that he generally looked back at the murals that passed by, and roughly summed it up.

"It's the story of the creation of life. Long ago, when all faiths were united, God taught the people of Ramascus to create perfect life."

perfect life?The concept was too vague, and Arthur wanted further explanation.

"Probably the kind of perfect existence that can predict the future development, inspire people around, and master astronomy, calendar, etiquette and poetry. Everyone loves this existence, everyone admires this existence, and this existence leads the country forward... "

Pollan said abruptly, "Isn't this existence the king?"