Chapter 90 As we all know, hard work will make you stronger
After Mr. Gareth picked up Lancelot at the airport, he did not return to the hotel immediately.
At Lancelot's request, they came to a deserted place in the suburbs.
"It should be almost done, Lancelot?"
"Let's leave like this." Lancelot nodded at this time, and then opened his hands slightly, as if thinking about something... There was light, slowly released from her body.
This is the incantation to summon the armor inherited from the Twelve Knights.
Gareth didn't know the reason why Lancelot suddenly recited the incantation, but he saw that after a moment, Lancelot had transformed into a knight in black armor.
She said directly: "Gareth, don't be stunned, call for the armor of inheritance."
"You...you want to practice with me before tomorrow's competition?" Mr. Gareth couldn't help but subconsciously said.
Lancelot said directly: "You and the two of you work together. If Farrell 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 suddenly shocked.
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Mr. Gareth encountered something as big as Farrell in the Forbidden City. Naturally, he would not hide it from the Queen of Britain - but Her Majesty the Queen did not give any further instructions and just asked Gareth to take good care of it.
However, Farrell disappeared again the day before the summit was about to open, and Mr. Gareth also had no clue during this period.
The so-called Round Table Agreement is an oath that has been signed since the founding of the Twelve Knights of the Round Table...but this oath actually has no substantive binding force.
It's more like a signal.
When the signal appears, all the Twelve Knights nearby must abide by the ancient oath and provide support to their companions - of course, there is no punishment for not complying.
It is based on the noble character of the knights.
Mr. Gareth never thought that if he called this ancient covenant, Farrell would show up obediently... That guy was a madman, how could he be so obedient?
But what surprised Gareth was that when he couldn't stand Lancelot's gaze and called for this ancient covenant with her, Farrell really showed up...
"What the hell...all this time has been wasted??"
Mr. Gareth's mentality collapsed on the spot.
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Farrell did appear, quietly... without even a trace of air movement, he appeared in front of Mr. Gareth and Lancelot like a ghost.
He was still wearing the same wrinkled white suit... nothing had changed from what Gareth had seen a few days ago.
It's not that there isn't a slight difference, if I have to say... It's probably that Farrell seems to be a little more serious at this time, and he seems to be a little tired.
"The ancient covenant of knights." Farrell stood with his hands behind his hands and said calmly: "I thought you had forgotten this ancient covenant... Why do you want to come to me?"
Even facing the normal Farrell, Mr. Gareth, who was already wearing the armor of inheritance, was still extremely nervous.
But at this moment, Lancelot, who was dressed in black armor, waved his hand... and saw that the suitcase she brought with her suddenly broke open - only the outer skin of the suitcase was broken.
There is a golden cabinet hidden in this suitcase.
The cabinet was slowly opened at this time, and after a while, an upright blunt-angled sword slowly appeared in front of Mr. Gareth and Farrell.
"This is..." Mr. Gareth's eyes sharpened at this moment, and his expression instantly became extremely serious, "Katina!"
At this moment, the obtuse sword flew directly into Lancelot's hand... Lancelot was seen standing up with the sword at this time.
At the same time, Farrell walked forward expressionlessly... He was getting closer and closer to Lancelot. Just as Mr. Gareth was wondering whether Farrell would make any unusual move, he asked Lancelot
At a particularly unfavorable moment, Farrell slowly knelt down on one knee.
Lower your head.
The mad knight Farrell looked exactly like a loyal knight when he paid homage to his lord.
"This is the ceremonial sword used by the British royal family for each generation of the throne." Lancelot said solemnly at this time: "Each of us knights made an oath to the King of Britain in front of it. Farley
Well, do you still remember the vow you made back then?"
"I swear on my life to dedicate everything to you, my King. I will remember humility, honor, sacrifice, valor, mercy, spirit, honesty, justice. My sword is here, when I fall
I and it will protect you before you go down. After I die, my soul will also guard your territory. My loyalty is my armor, and I will shed my blood for you. My sword is placed here, and my blood
Will be sprinkled with honor on the battlefield. My sword is placed here, God bless it to be always sharp, unless his master bows his head, it will never be broken... My-lord!"
"Very well, you still remember your oath, Knight Farrell." Lancelot slowly placed the ceremonial sword [Cathina] on Farrell's shoulder, "Tomorrow, you will
Fight for the royal family and seize a seat on the council...accepted!"
Farrell did not respond, but silently knelt on the ground without moving.
Time passed by quietly like this.
I don't know how long it took before Farrell suddenly pushed away the ceremonial sword on his shoulder and said calmly: "I refuse."
Lancelot said sharply: "Farrell, are you going to break your oath?"
Farrell said calmly: "The king I was loyal to is no longer here, and my oath has been scattered with the wind... I did not swear allegiance to the current queen."
Lancelot frowned...but Farrell's reaction seemed to be what she expected. She nodded at this time and slowly put away the ceremonial sword, "Her Majesty the Queen has something to say, let me
Do you listen to what I am telling you?"
Farrell was silent for a while and said, "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 watch the land of Britain become a colonized place in the upcoming extraordinary world... That, you
The territory I swore to protect."
Farrell did not respond, but stood up silently.
He disappeared, and how he went, Mr. Gareth did not see clearly at all... It was just that Lancelot had already removed the armor of inheritance at this time, and he did not follow suit and remove his own.
Mr. Gareth smiled bitterly and said: "He is also the successor of the Twelve Knights. I still can't figure out why there is such a big gap between us and him... Do you think he will come back tomorrow?"
"I don't know." Lancelot shook his head, "But I have done what Her Majesty the Queen asked me to do."
"Done?" Mr. Gareth's heart moved, and then his face changed slightly: "What does it mean it's finished?"
Lancelot said bluntly: "My mission has been completed, so I have to go back. It won't work without the queen's guardianship."
"?!?!" Mr. Gareth's eyes widened suddenly, as if in disbelief, and his voice changed, "Wait a minute! You came all the way here just to bring a few words to Farrell?"
"if not?"
"Aren't you here to support me in participating in the [Contest of Power]?"
"Her Majesty the Queen did not issue this order." Lancelot shook his head.
Mr. Gareth slapped his head at this moment... His mentality really collapsed at this moment!
Wait, when he was on the phone with Her Majesty the Queen, Her Majesty did only say that Lancelot would arrive tonight... She just said that he would arrive, but did not say what Lancelot would do?
"I don't want to play anymore!!" Mr. Gareth, who had already lost his mentality, reached out and took off the brooch of the [Knight Agency] chief executive and threw it to the ground. "I resign! Who of you wants to be this chief executive?"
Who is going to take it! It was just something that none of you were willing to do, so you forced it on me!"
But at the moment when Mr. Gareth was angry, the ground suddenly shook.
In the distance, I saw a huge black shadow approaching quickly... As the black shadow quickly arrived, the vibrations on the earth became more intense.
Finally, what appeared in front of Mr. Gareth and Lancelot was a [mountain]!
No, it should be said that it was a rock as huge as a hilltop - and this rock was being held up by Farrell with one hand at this time.
"Why are you back?" Gareth said subconsciously: "Mr. Farrell?"
He always had an unknown premonition that he couldn't explain clearly.
Farrell said calmly at this time: "From now on, until tomorrow's competition, you use this big stone to exercise. First, squat with weights for an hour. You are not allowed to summon the armor of inheritance."
"One...an hour?" Mr. Gareth swallowed subconsciously and screamed: "Impossible! It is impossible for humans to do such a thing! Besides, there is a competition tomorrow, so we should exercise at this time
What’s the point! Even if this kind of training is effective, it won’t improve your strength much in a short period of time, okay?”
"Even if you only increase one ten thousandth of your strength, it is still an improvement. In a battle between strong men, if you win one ten thousandth, you will win." Farrell said solemnly at this time: "Strength is accumulated bit by bit, from small drops of water.
, to the vast sea, step by step...hard work will make you stronger! Continue!"
Without waiting for Mr. Gareth to react, Farrell threw the boulder in his hand directly at Mr. Gareth.
At this time, it was too late for him to recite the spell and put on the armor of inheritance. The boulder hit him, and he instinctively ran away. Unexpectedly, a stone suddenly popped out of Farrell's hand and hit his knee, causing him to kneel down.
On the ground.
Seeing the boulder falling, Mr. Gareth had no choice but to catch it with both hands... His waist almost seemed to be broken, and his face turned red before he could catch the boulder.
"Start timing now. It's not standard. A fist. Such a fist." Farrell said, swinging his fist directly into the distance. The terrifying pressure of the fist instantly caused a big tree dozens of meters away to explode.
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He really can do it!
Mr. Gareth was in a cold sweat at this time. Farrell could really do it - punch himself!
However, at this moment, holding this terrifying boulder, Mr. Gareth was holding his breath and exerting himself, unable to speak at all - he seriously suspected that Farrell had brought this boulder directly from outside the Forbidden City.
It was dug out from that huge mountain of mud and rocks.
Or maybe it came from the site of the [Contest of Power] that the administration is rapidly building.
Seeing this, Lancelot was packing her luggage... After putting the peeled back of the suitcase back on, she clapped her hands, pulled the suitcase's lever and left.
"Where are you going?" Farrell said suddenly.
"The task entrusted to me by His Majesty has been completed, so naturally I should leave." Lancelot said calmly: "I will support you mentally in the competition tomorrow."
"You stay too!" Farrell said directly: "You put it on after he finishes squatting. Now you can swing your sword ten thousand times as fast as you can for me!"
"??"
Not funny or not, Mr. Gareth swore that he was definitely not gloating about his misfortune at the moment, because whenever he laughed, he would lose his breath, and his anger would be crushed into meat patties.
Later, Knight Lancelot, who was evaluated by Mr. Gareth as the most stable and normal among the twelve knights, had to take off his sandals and swing his sword in humiliation.
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In the distance, Mr. Song was looking at the boulder rising up and down, silently.
What happened was that he was actually discussing some issues with Farrell - he no longer needed his cell phone because Wolfgang was back and he could be a tool translator.
But as he spoke, Farrell ran out without saying a word - came here and met these two British knights.
"I know something about [Knight Organization]." Wolfgang thought for a moment and said, "I have also heard about this Farrell."
"Tell me about it." Mr. Song said calmly.
He and Farrell did not ask about their respective details... out of respect for the strong - but at this time, someone else told him, so it was naturally a different matter.
"On the land of Europe, a terrible war took place a hundred years ago..." Wolfgang slowly talked about the war on the land of Europe a hundred years ago.
As a detached person, and a detached person who has paid a mission to infiltrate this sub-world, Wolfgang could not have entered the 003 sub-world rashly without investigating at all.
Since he was discovering offline people for their contribution to the organization... and recruiting them, he had collected some information on the powerful people in this world.
Originally, Farrell was also on the list he planned to recruit.
However, what Wolfgang didn't expect was that he could actually meet the queen from hell in this sub-world...the fallen Morning Star.
He must be chasing her!
Wouldn't it be exciting to think about how to develop the fallen Dawn Star into a player down the line? The contribution points gained after that would be enough for you to spend for a long time, right?
After a while.
"...In this way, the so-called confrontation with the devil is essentially a crusade against that magical shop." Mr. Song pondered, and was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes moved and looked to another place.
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In the distance, three figures were approaching rapidly.
moment.
"Your Majesty."
I saw Gong Fanxing and Charlotte coming hand in hand, and at this moment, in Gong Fanxing's hand, there was an old man with white hair and a childish face, but his expression was extremely embarrassed, wearing a Taoist costume.
"Who is this person?" Mr. Song frowned and asked.
"Your Majesty, this humane name is Yang Taizi." Gong Fanxing said casually at this time: "He is the current head of Huazhen Dao... I just happened to meet him."
"Really? Are you the descendant of Taibai..." Mr. Song nodded and pondered... as if thinking about something.
