Camelot Dawn

However, no one answered his doubts. When hugging the Knights of the Round Table, he looked at Merlin through the crowd, and it happened to meet Merlin's eyes.The Great | Mage's smoky crystal-like eyes were calm and indifferent, but possessed a surprisingly bewitching power, which firmly captured his mind, and even the hug became unreal.

Why not admit that you are her son?You obviously still wear her name as your surname.The voice was cold and thin, it was Merlin's voice, and it sounded in Lancelot's mind.

Lancelot retorted: I left her long ago.

But your power is still there.Merlin pointed out calmly.

Lancelot is speechless. ... what do you want to say?He asked Merlin, but the feeling of hugging around him suddenly became real, the surrounding voices became clear, and Merlin's voice quietly exited his mind.

Back in the phalanx, Lancelot waited nonchalantly for the end of all the ceremonies.When the last knight finally put on the red cloak and the silver medal of the lion, there were already dots of stars in the sky.When Merlin announced the end of the ceremony, everyone breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of their hearts.

"How do you feel?" Lancelot asked Roland briskly as he walked down the mountain.

Roland replied feebly: "It's not that good, my legs won't belong to me anymore." He stood upright for almost a day!

Lancelot patted him on the shoulder: "You are too young, if you want to become a knight, there is still a long way to go."

"..." Sir, you are selling yourself on the old again, Roland said with his eyes.

When they walked down the mountain, the guide who had been waiting for a long time led them to the back of the hillside.Turning around the gentle slope, on the green velvet plain that Lancelot saw during the day, an open space almost as large as the small hillside was surrounded at some point.There are countless stone pillars on the periphery, each of which is as thick as two people hugging each other, and as tall as a person and a half.There are braziers on the top of the stone pillars, and countless braziers illuminate the open space in the middle as bright as day.And in the empty space surrounded by stone pillars, there are round tables displayed one after another, the big ones are for the knights, and the smaller ones are for the attendants.Candles are lit on the table, and the delicacies are filled.In the center of the entire circular open space was placed the largest brazier, and the flames blazed up to the height of a person, and the bright fire light eclipsed the bright moon in the sky.

It is said that after the conferring ceremony, the new knights will all receive a banquet.Let's just make up for the lunch portion.

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☆、Dangerous invitation (minor repair)

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Although everyone thinks so, there are only a handful of people who can really do it.There is no other reason, this day is too tiring, most people have no appetite to eat, just want to go home early and sleep.Even so, the atmosphere of the banquet was still lively enough, familiar people gathered together, and there were quite a few people walking back and forth between the aisles.

Lancelot really didn't want to eat, so he took a glass of wine and leaned against the stone pillar to sip a drink. Gao Wen stood beside him and talked nonchalantly. Throwing grapes into his mouth, he chewed until the seeds rang.At the end, he complained: "I hugged a lot of people in one breath today, I must take a shower when I go back."

"I didn't even know you were a clean freak." Gao Wen said lightly.

Gakhris said with a bitter face: "No, it's okay if there are one or two, 150 people hold them down... I feel that my body is full of sticky human flesh."

"Fortunately," Gakhris added a little happily, "I hugged you two first when I came here."

"The number of knights promoted this time is a bit abnormal. I have never heard of 150 knights being conferred at once." Lancelot said.

Gakhlis stopped eating grapes and crossed his hands in front of his chest: "Inside information, it is said that it is for war."

The attention of Lancelot and Gao Wen was attracted by this sentence, and Gachris continued with a sense of accomplishment: "Do you think that the great Pendragon Dynasty will be content to shrink into a corner without touching it?" Is the European continent in front of us? Scotland has increased its troops to the border year after year, and Camelot will let it go? We must do something. The expansion of the Knights of the Round Table is just an obvious signal. In fact, the expansion of the army began many years ago Already!"

Hearing this, Gao Wen couldn't help being surprised: "Where did you hear such accurate news?" It is a risky decision to start a war between Scotland and the European continent.

"Except for the first sentence, the rest are all my speculations." Gachris replied leisurely.

"..." So, the inside actually refers to the inside of your brain?

At this moment, a familiar voice next to him took over the conversation: "Although it is a speculation, it is quite reasonable."

Gakhris smiled brightly: "Thank you for the compliment, leader."

As soon as the words fell, Kay came to Lancelot and grinned at him: "Hey beauty, remember me?"

Gao Wen didn't know Kai well, so he was taken aback by this way of greeting. Gachris saw his stupefied, and kindly explained: "This is my boss Kai-Ishilinka, don't worry, he was just joking." Molesting with language, I won't do anything to Lancelot."

"..." Kai fell into silence in shock.

"..." Lancelot fell into an awkward silence.

"..." Gao Wen fell into silence in embarrassment.

So Gachris is actually an artifact to adjust the atmosphere, right? It is multi-directional.

In the end, Lancelot changed the subject and asked Kai: "Master Knight Commander, I want to know about you..."

"Let's." Kay corrected him, making a continuation gesture.

"How big is our prestigious round table in the palace?" According to the size of an ordinary table, so many people can't sit on top of each other when they go back.

Kai rubbed his chin, thought for a while and said, "I can't say now, I don't know what it looks like. I guess the whole conference hall will have to be changed." Seeing Lancelot's eyes waiting for an explanation, He expanded and said, "That's it. The round table is the queen's dowry. Of course it is not a simple table. It is a living thing. It can change its size according to the number of knights, so it is not limited by the number of people. , under the influence of Merlin's spell, the conference hall where it is placed will change accordingly."

Hearing his explanation, Lancelot couldn't help feeling: "I really saw a lot of unique things after arriving in Camelot."

Kai smiled slightly: "Camelot itself is a myth. Now that you are a member of the myth, you should learn to adapt as soon as possible. Ah, I haven't formally met you yet," he held out his hand to Gao Wen, "It's a pleasure to meet you You, son of Lot, Govan-Anthiros."

Gao Wen held it back: "My honor."

Several people chatted for a while, Lancelot looked past Kay and saw something else, and left with an excuse.After leaving, he confirmed the target, put the wine glass on the table, and walked in a certain direction with a clear purpose.

Because it was getting late, Guinevere went back to the palace with Merlin under the escort of the guards as early as the end of the ceremony.Now, without this shield, Arthur had to face a steady stream of people who came to chat and drink with him.After finally escaping from a group of old subordinates who were drunk and drunk, His Majesty the King felt that he was half drunk, and his whole body was light.He had to turn to the back of the pillar and let the wide shadows cover him before he could finally rest.

He sat cross-legged on the grass, leaning against the cool stone pillars, the moonlight shone on his eyeballs through his eyelids, and the evening breeze blew coolly from his neck, which was much more comfortable than a banquet in the firelight.

While he was enjoying it, he suddenly felt dark in front of his eyes, and something blocked his moonlight.Immediately, a voice sounded condescendingly: "I said you are too bad, you almost got drunk at your own banquet, Your Majesty the King." The sarcasm of the gorgeous harp-like voice greatly weakened the lethality, There was even a trace of Night Breeze's lethargy, and the thick-skinned Arthur was completely immune, so he just lazily opened his eyes.

Looking up, I saw Lancelot supporting the stone pillar behind him with one hand, looking down at him leisurely, his rose-gold hair hanging down like silk satin under the moonlight.The moon was blocked by him, and his shadow completely enveloped Arthur.The backlight expression was not clear, Arthur speculated that it should be a chuckle expression, and looked at it for a long time, he finally patted the grass next to him: "You don't get tired of talking with your body bent, sit down."

Lancelot sat down unceremoniously, tilted his head and asked him, "Is Artorius you, Your Majesty?"

Arthur still raised his head slightly to meet the moonlight, and closed his eyes: "It's me. Did you guess it then?"

"I've seen your mother, you look a lot like her."

"Well, that's what everyone says."

"...Why do you want to compete with me?"

"Because," Arthur's mouth curled up slightly, "I think there will be someone who can beat my chief knight." After a pause, he opened his eyes and looked at Lancelot, "Your fight with him I've heard about the process, and it's very clever to win, and so am I. You're a smart man."

Lancelot shook his head: "No, Your Majesty praises it. My actions are actually not very chivalrous, and I should repent."

Arthur looked at him and said: "There are regulations in the contest that must conform to the spirit of chivalry. Are there any in the battle? There is only victory in the battle, and if it is a real battle, you can win, not a pedantic person who abides by the dogma. Relatively Yes, you didn't violate it, you just used the rules flexibly. I agree with your approach."

The two fell into silence, sitting side by side, blowing the cool night breeze.After a long time, Lancelot suddenly said, "I have a little change in my opinion of you now."

"Ok?"

Lancelot slightly bent his eyes and smiled slightly: "I originally thought that descendants of great men must be dogmatic."

"Thanks for the compliment," Arthur said in a relaxed tone, "I hope you will find more advantages in me in the future."

In this relaxed atmosphere, a dark shadow shrouded the corner of Lancelot's heart.He thought about the fate of the many kings he had served before, and they either died in battle or died of illness within three years of his oath of allegiance; he looked at Arthur beside him, and his happy mood gradually disappeared.

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When he returned to Camelot, Lancelot already had a new identity, and his servant Roland seemed to be higher than ordinary servants.Only now did he see the round table that he had admired for a long time, and he saw that the round table was displayed in a solemn and empty stone hall due to the lack of decoration. The sunlight can illuminate every corner of the hall without omission.From the outside, the round table is made of heavy wood. According to its current size, it is impossible to move it manually.Sitting at one end of the table, he couldn't even see the face of the person opposite him clearly.When people sit down, their swords are aligned with the lion pattern in the center of the table in front of them, and their names are automatically engraved on the edge of the table.From the air, the scene is spectacular.

But what is noticeable is that no matter how many people sit on the round table, there is always a seat vacant.What's more, this seat is always the farthest from Arthur's position.The new knights were very curious, but the old knights couldn't give an answer.

The Round Table is the meeting place where important resolutions are discussed during the Great Assembly once in ten days.In normal times, as knights whose ultimate purpose is to fight, their main task is still to train martial arts.They were arranged to live in the castle on the north side of the palace, with old and new knights mixed together, and the training ground was further north, 10 minutes' walk from their residence.Unlike the lively and crowded knights, a few members of the royal family monopolize the larger main castle in the south, which also makes this gorgeous multifunctional building actually quite deserted.The ingenious design of the palace allows the two parties to live without interfering with each other, without affecting the speed of mobilizing knights.

In front of the castle, which is responsible for the living function, there is also a small but not negligible main hall. This is the place where the king handles official business on non-gathering days. The round table and stone hall is in the center of the main hall.Compared with the South Castle, the interior decoration here is much simpler, but it is more similar to the North Castle where the knights lived.Next to the main hall is an official residence independent of all buildings, under the shadow of a tall oak tree, called the "White House" because of its white body, it is Merlin's residence.

All this on a quiet hillside with bustling Camelot just below.

One day, Lancelot went to training with everyone as usual. After the end, the training ground was empty and quiet, and the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves was leisurely and pleasant.Lancelot couldn't bear to stay in the wild for a while longer. He preferred to listen to the sounds outside rather than being stuffed inside the thick city walls.At this moment, he unceremoniously occupied the entire bench, lay down on his back and closed his eyes.However, his leisurely time didn't last long before being interrupted.

"Do you have to choose to fight with me when I'm exhausted?" The one who spoke was Lancelot who got up dissatisfied.

A sword was thrown and he caught it. "I'm interested now, and I happened to meet you." Arthur said as he threw the sword to him.

"...I have to accompany you if you are interested?" Lancelot weighed the sword in his hand, further venting his resentment, "And now I really suspect that you are deliberately picking me because you are afraid that you will not be able to beat me." When you have enough energy left..."

"Very well, you will pay the price for thinking like that!" While speaking, Arthur's sword wind swept over him.

Lancelot reflexively blocked it easily, so the confrontation like when the two met, started again.

The process is the same, but this time Arthur won. "You didn't try your best." His Majesty the King won and beat him back.

"I wasn't doing my best." Lancelot snorted through his nose.

Arthur got cheap and acted like a good boy: "It's really boring."

The Gaul nobles were well-mannered and ignored him.He has already discovered that when he chats with Arthur, he talks more, and most of the words are useless.It's a bad habit to nip in the bud.

After being bored for a while, Arthur said again: "When I come back, shall we have a serious comparison?"

Lancelot was a little puzzled after hearing his words: "Where are you going?"

Arthur shrugged and didn't tell him. "At that time," he stood up, "if you can beat me, you will be the new head of the Knights of the Round Table."

Lancelot was stunned by this hasty overture.

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When Arthur arrived at the White House, Kay and Merlin had already been drinking tea for half a day.Seeing him come in, Merlin poured a cup of tea in front of him like all caring hosts do.Arthur drank it down.

"I shouldn't entertain you with such good tea." Merlin commented coldly.

The black-haired young man put on an innocent and sincere look: "I'm really sorry, I sweated a little, and I'm thirsty now—Kay, let's get down to business."

The leader of the Knights nodded and said, "The Knights of the Round Table who went missing two years ago have finally found their whereabouts. Most of them were detained in a lord's castle before, isolated from the world, so We're having a hard time finding it. The lord seems to be trying to blackmail you."

"Threat?" Arthur repeated the word.

Kai showed some sarcasm: "He and his brother have a dispute over inheritance. His brother is an illegitimate child but is arranged to receive all the property and lord title in the will. The elder brother does not recognize the will. The two have already had a quarrel. Many years. This time he must ask you to come forward and uphold justice."

After listening to the explanation, Arthur showed an expression of eating bird droppings. "Do I give the impression of being an idler who should meddle in such business?"

"Maybe it's just because of your reputation and authority." Merlin said calmly.

A sigh came from Arthur's direction: "Forget it, anyway, I was planning to set out to retrieve those knights myself. Kai will write me the directions later, and I will leave tomorrow."

"Yes."

"How far is that place? I guess I'll be back in two or three days... By the way, I plan to promote Lancelot to the chief of the Knights when I come back."

Merlin raised his head, but Kai lowered his gaze.

"That's good," Merlin refilled Arthur's empty teacup. "If he has an outstanding performance in the tournament and then beats you or draws with you, he will have a good reason to be promoted to chief. In this way Others will not gossip. The chief knight is undoubtedly a great way to stimulate loyalty, and no one is exempt from it."

Arthur nodded, but didn't answer.On the contrary, Kai's attitude was quite fierce: "I still maintain my objection to your decision... You are too worried, and what Merlin is thinking about is nothing. Now I only see Camelot's Flourishing and singing and dancing! And the knight order, no matter what system it is based on, its nature should be pure."

Merlin put down the teacup with a crisp sound. "May I guess you're objecting to someone taking your chief title?"

A sullen look appeared on Kay's face, but he held it in well. "My chief title was obtained after defeating all the challengers in the knights' internal contest. If this title is to change hands, I hope that its next owner will also use this method instead of trying to win people's hearts. He thinks he is an upright person, and if Lancelot is strong enough, it would be fine to give up the position of head of the Knights, but he firmly opposes this method of tarnishing the sanctity of the Knights, so this The words are sonorous and powerful.

Just as Merlin was about to speak, Arthur stopped him with a gesture. "This is not tarnishing the sanctity of the Knights," Arthur saw Kai's thoughts at a glance, "Kay, you just need to look at the problem in a different direction."

The red-haired youth responded with a sneer.

"Then," Arthur stood up from the table, "I'm leaving tomorrow. I'm going to meet the lord who wants me to be a guest."

"May you have a safe journey." It was Merlin's voice.

☆、Dangerous Invitation (Part [-]) (Minor Repair)

"Akron, sneak into his room at night and take away that thing." What was handed over to the young guard Akron was a spell drawn on paper.

The 190 years of Camelot was the most embarrassing year in the life of the current Lady Megana and Princess Megana.If there hadn't been a poor boy named Arthur who appeared out of nowhere that year, she would have become a queen by now, and history would have to be rewritten.But just when the crown was within easy reach, Arthur appeared.He got the support of Merlin, cheated everyone's support, and made Megana's teeth itch with hatred.

I'm going to kill him.Even for King Uther, she had never had such a clear killing intent.

God gave her a chance.After the victory, the journey from Lott's territory was really a perfect time lag.So Arthur "unfortunately" suddenly contracted a serious illness on the way home. All the doctors were helpless, and his life soon became dying.Of course, no one suspected Megana at that time, because she was far away in the court of Camelot.

Megana is confident about her black magic attainments, and she waits for the news of Arthur's sudden death in the marble palace.However, on the day when the army returned to the city, what she saw were not pieces of white flags, but Arthur, who seemed to be in good health on a tall horse.Merlin rode behind him on horseback, and the moment Megana met those indifferent brown eyes, her heart turned cold.

He found out!A clear voice pierced into my mind, causing panic that spread like ripples.

After the welcoming ceremony, Megana returned to her room like a gust of wind, and began to pack together the necessities that were useful to her—mostly all kinds of potions—with the fastest speed.She had to find a way to escape.Merlin found out what she did, and would punish her mercilessly.And she herself knew that she didn't have the capital to fight Merlin to the death.

But her movement stopped.Maintaining the twisted posture of wearing things, the potion bottle in his hand fell to the ground and shattered.A burst of sharp pain penetrated into the body from the top of the head, crawled down like a worm, and continued to split into more worms, biting, biting, and rubbing the top‖, constantly expanding the painful pain.The pain made her frantically want to grab something, but the body that was forcibly frozen could not make any movements. She felt that her body was about to explode in the next second, but she stubbornly refused to let out a scream.

Are you kidding me, she thought while biting her pale lips tightly, Merlin must know everything that happened here.As the top magician, she also has her pride.

When the spell was finally removed, Megana fell uncontrollably.The worm-like burning pain pulled away from her body, but it also took away her strength to move again.The corner of the black robe appeared in the field of vision, and Megana looked up, and she saw Merlin's pale and indifferent face.

"The most stupid thing about you is that you think that everything you do will not be discovered." Merlin said softly.He looked at her as if he were looking at a corpse.

Megana felt a little strength regained, but not enough to stand up.The most passive thing is that her mental strength has suffered a lot, but this is not a problem for her.Quickly chanting the mantra silently, a golden light streaked across the ground, forming a perfect arc.Almost at the same time, the blade-shaped white light rushed towards her with a murderous speed, a flame several feet high suddenly shot up on the ground, and the white light collided with it and was dispelled invisible.The golden flame fell back and burned low in the arc in front of Megana. She sat behind the defensive barrier and raised her chin provocatively to look at Merlin.

Still expressionless, Merlin chanted a spell aloud, made a grabbing motion with his hand, and the golden flames on the ground were submissively lifted off the ground one by one and put into his palm.However, Megana quickly seized the opportunity, and the golden lightsaber instantly shot up from her fingertips, piercing Merlin's abdomen and chest without hesitation!Unexpectedly, she didn't see the bloody scene as she imagined. Megana only saw the figure of Merlin in front of her shattered and turned into pieces of feather-like white light, with faint spots of light shining.She couldn't help being surprised, it was the entity formed by Merlin's mental power!

Spiritual power is the most important natural resource for a magician, and its consumption is incredibly fast compared to its growth, so all magicians are extremely precious to spiritual power.Not to mention separating a large amount from the body to fight with people and directly bear the attack, even if it consumes a little more, it is like an iron cock plucking its hair.The only person who dared to do this was probably Merlin.I have known him for so long, but I have never figured out how deep his strength is.Megana smiled weakly in her heart.

The scattered mental power was taken back into the hands of the real master, and Merlin himself really appeared at this time, and the teleportation magic circle under his feet disappeared in a flash. "I'm really sorry, ma'am, for taking up so much of your time," Merlin said coldly, a dazzling white light gathered in his hand, "Now you can go on your way."

Megana finally had the strength to stand up, but it was too late.She has seen such magic like holy light, her golden lightning can easily split a tall church, but Merlin used it to instantly turn the collapsed rubble into powder, and also dissipated all the anger of Megana. strength.

To be killed by frivolous murder?Even now, Megana still has not given up her efforts to escape.

God blessed her again. "Merlin stop!" Arthur, who broke in, saw that it was too late, and subconsciously drew his sword to try to block the spread of the holy light, but the sharp sword fell apart from the tip.He rushed into the house recklessly, startling Merlin too, and the white light that started to overflow disappeared instantly without a trace.

"What are you doing?!" Merlin finally had some fireworks in his words, and when he listened carefully, there was still a hint of fear.

Arthur threw away the sword which had only one hilt left.He looked back at Megana who was trying to straighten her back, and said to Merlin, "Don't kill her, she is my sister."

The eyes of the 17-year-old boy are honest and innocent, he just did what he thought was right.However, in Megana's view, this so-called fraternity and tolerance are childish and ridiculous. She is glad that she has a chance to live, but don't expect her to thank Arthur.

It may be easy to guess what Arthur thought at the time. For him who had been living under the fence for 16 years, Megana was the first blood relative he saw.He may have wanted to take a gentle and hopeful path, but on Megana's side, any brotherhood was out of the question from the start.

Because of Arthur's intervention, Merlin finally saved her life.But it doesn't mean that he will let go of those who try to hurt Arthur.Instead of killing her, Merlin used highly pure white magic to purify Megana's black spiritual power accumulated over ten years of hard work.

When Megana woke up the next day, she stared blankly at her hands.She recited the incantation as fully and carefully as an apprentice, but she couldn't even move a vase.In the end, the vase moved, and she knocked it to the ground with a wave of her hand.Looking at the tiles and flower branches in the water, she realized that she really couldn't use any magic. The legendary name of "Mirage Anna" is still circulating on the mainland, but its owner silently shed tears of humiliation and regret on the small island beyond the strait in the cold morning.

From that year on, Megana hated Merlin to the bone.

The door was carefully closed. "Ma'am, I have it." The lamp in Akron's hand illuminated a small area, including his face and a scabbard he was holding in his hand.

Megana took the lamp and scabbard, examined them carefully, and returned them to Akron. "Very good. Let's go now."

"Go...go?" The young guard was tensed by the weird atmosphere in the room, and at this moment he became inexplicable again.He saw a large golden magic circle drawn in the air around Mrs. Megana, but he didn't know what it was for.

"Take this scabbard to Damas's brother, and fight Arthur for him. Don't be afraid, the scabbard has the magic power to make you invulnerable." Megana said gently and kindly, but Akron was described by her Said things shudderingly.

"Jeting with His Majesty? No, ma'am! I can't do this kind of thing!" His feet started to step back.

"It's not that you can't, it's that you're afraid. When you really get to the arena, you won't be afraid anymore." She curled her lips into a smile in the dim light, unable to see clearly, "You are afraid of offending your majesty. No more than the fear of death."

After the words fell, the golden magic circle rushed towards Ekron and swallowed him like a huge mouth.The wind lamp fell outside the magic circle, the lampshade was broken, and the spilled oil burned on the ground.Megana jumped a little spark from her fingertips and landed on the oil, burning it instantly.

It was a painful lesson to be emptied of mana by Merlin. Although Megana shed tears for this, she was by no means weak enough to be knocked down by it.It's just starting from scratch. Would she be afraid to do it again after doing it once?Along with the psychological construction, she repeated the steps of her youth one by one, regained her spiritual power, and embarked on the road of black magic practice again.This time it took her more than 30 years to return to the level when she was famous in Europe.The difference was that she was very low-key and more cautious this time, even Merlin didn't know that she had recovered.This time, with the experience of failure last time, she will take a long-term view.

Uther's hatred for killing his father, Arthur's hatred for seizing the throne, and Merlin's shame for purifying——let's count the old and new hatred together.

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Grass green is the dominant color in England in early October.Thin meadows are covered with plains and gently rolling hills, occasionally shepherds are grazing, but most of the time it is quiet and uninhabited.Flocks of white sheep graze quietly on the grassy mounds, just like soft waves sprinkled with milky white pearls.The bulge at the junction of the meadow and the sky is the outline of the tree, and above that is the smooth sky like blue satin, and the wisps of white clouds are exactly the jacquard embroidery on the satin.At dusk, the golden sun began to shine in the west, the sky in the east sank into the deep sea, and the clouds in the west were dancing on the golden lake.

Arthur has been galloping along the simple road paved in the fields. After four days of rushing from morning to night, he has arrived from Camelot to the hinterland of England.Now, he could already see the fort on the high ground in the distance, so he accelerated his horse and ran towards the fort.

Wangshan ran dead horses, and the fortress that seemed very close was actually quite a distance away.In addition, after walking for a whole day, the people and horses were very tired, and their speed slowed down. It was already dark when they arrived at the gate of the fortress.The lights in the fort shine out of the small windows, like a lighthouse at night, which is reassuring to watch.Arthur showed the badge of the Knights of the Round Table. The castle had been prepared for his arrival, and he was politely invited in.

As he walked deeper into the fortress, Arthur looked at the environment inside.The decoration of the castle is gorgeous, but the high zenith and dim lights give people a sense of depression, and it also seems that the owner has a weird personality.The servant who led the way went to a door and pushed it open. The current owner of the castle—Lord Damas—was waiting for him.

Damas was standing in the middle of the room when the door opened, and he seemed to have been that way long before Arthur came.Hearing the door knock at this moment, he turned his head quickly.Arthur closed the door behind him. He saw the eager gaze in Damas's eyes, so he said before that gaze could be transformed into action: "Dear lord, I am Artorius, Knight of the Round Table."

The eagerness in Damas' eyes dimmed all of a sudden.But his attitude was still polite: "Did His Majesty appoint you here?"

Arthur, now Artorius, pulled out a medium-length brass tube from his rucksack, and inside was a rolled-up piece of paper full of words.He handed the scroll to Damas: "Your Majesty asked me to bring you this letter to explain why."

Damas took the letter and read it carefully.Arthur turned his head away bored, until Damas's hopeful voice drew his attention back: "Then you are the plenipotentiary agent appointed by His Majesty!"

"Yes." No one said he couldn't appoint himself as his carte blanche anyway.

"Great," Damas smiled again, he took a step forward and held Arthur's hand, "I will depend on your help for everything."

The agitated lord ordered him to be given the best care, and Arthur's life was attended to as well as it could be on his own grounds.After dinner, Damas graciously wished him good night, and he was left alone.Arthur turned off the lights early and went to bed early as he wished.

But the peace didn't last long.Arthur did not forget his original purpose of coming here.In the dead of night, he got up from the bed and quickly dressed, the whole process was silent.After that, he lit a lantern, opened the door and walked out.The corridor was very dark, but with his good memory, he found the stairs accurately and quickly.Going down the stairs, the hall was as quiet as a tomb, and the slight creaking of the stairs seemed eerie.

Arthur groped around the wall for a while with a lamp, and finally found a huge floor-to-ceiling portrait.Years of experience living in castles told him that there are usually things hidden behind oversized tapestries and portraits.So he reached out and pushed, and it turned out that he actually found the portrait's activity.Although there is a lot of luck, the objective fact is that he found the stairs leading to the dark underground of the castle with amazing efficiency.

The downward secret passage was very narrow, but it soon became spacious, probably because another layer or even a multi-story building was built below it.change