Chapter 74: The Great Sage of Black Feather Reappears
Wang Quan closed his eyes and sensed it.
As a result, he found that there were many familiar smells in this city.
It wasn't the people he knew, but the power of these extraordinary beings that made him very familiar with them.
Wang Quan was speechless.
Isn’t this just his black and red mist!
Although it is a diluted version of a diluted version of a diluted version.
Wang Quan thought for a while, turned around, and transformed into "Black Feather" again.
Now that his body is an adult, there is no need to forcefully stretch it under the clothes and mask.
Elizabeth looked at Wang Quan dressed as "Black Feather", then turned to look at the 20-meter-tall stone statue, and murmured: "Lord Infino, you..."
"You can call me Heiyu now." Wang Quan made a pose, "What, have you heard of me?"
"Yes..." Elizabeth bit her lower lip lightly, "The man who led the French commoners to overthrow the royal family ten years ago... is the great prophet of the Flying God Cult, Black Feather."
"There are several mistakes here." Wang Quan raised his index finger, "First of all, I did not lead the common people to overthrow the royal family. Secondly, that is called the Feitian Noodle God Cult, not the Feitian God Cult."
Flying God Cult?
Those who didn’t know better thought it was done by Moutai admirers.
Fifty-three degrees flying Maotai.
"Legends are always far from the truth, but the problem now is not that." Wang Quan glanced around, and they were surrounded by many people wearing masks and Victorian-style coats, "The problem is what you plan to do
How to deal with this group of people?"
The Death Knights originally wanted to take action, but they sensed that Wang Quan had no killing intent, so they held off for the time being.
Elizabeth knew that this was Lord Infino's test for her.
Gritting her teeth, she took off her cloak, revealing her blond hair, blue eyes and silver-white armor, "I am Elizabeth Arthur Alexandra Mary Windsor, the first heir to the British Empire! 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 underneath.
However, the same chestnut eyes under his chestnut hair did not look at Elizabeth but at Wang Quan, "Are you the Black Feathered Sage?"
His voice was trembling a little, as if the goal he had been seeking was very close at hand.
Or it’s similar to how fans feel when they see their idol and ask for an autograph.
Wang Quan said nothing, but raised his left hand, and then his hand was wrapped in rich black and red mist.
"Great Sage!"
Seeing the strange and rich black-red mist in Wang Quan's hand that made them feel close to each other, the strong and determined man's eyes moistened.
All the "hunters" clenched their left fists on their right chests, then bent down and saluted, "Great Sage! We finally found you!"
This feeling is quite similar to that of obtaining the true scripture after going through ninety-nine and eighty-one difficulties.
Wang Quan scratched his cheek, only to be met by a sharp-mouthed mask, "What's going on? Are you looking for me?"
"Yes, great sage! The Pope has been waiting for you since you disappeared ten years ago. After waiting for a year and you haven't come back, the Pope has sent people to England to look for you."
The big man with the Chinese character's face pointed around, "We are the ones who are here to look for you. I have been in England for ten years!
"Every year when I go back to France to report on my ministry, the Pope is always asking for news from you!"
The Pope... is either Laphtia Sebastian or Ichiro Kenike.
The probability of Raphtia is low, it would be Ichiro Kenchi.
Wang Quan remembered what he had said before.
[I will go to England and come back].
As a result, there was no news.
For Wang Quan, this was less than half a month, but for Kenchi Ichiro, he had been waiting for ten years.
It's also miserable enough.
Wang Quan twitched his lips, "How is the development of our Feitian Noodle Cult now?"
"Now that we are flying... the Noodle Cult is already the state religion of France, but the bosses above feel that the essence of France is not noodles, so they proposed changing the name six or seven years ago.
“There is the Flying Bread God Cult, the Flying Snail God Cult, the Flying Foie Gras God Cult and the Flying Wine God Cult.
"In the end, the council got so quarrelsome that the Pope decided to remove the noodles and call it the Feitian God Cult."
What he didn't say was that the Pope originally planned to call the Feitian Moutai Cult.
But no one else understood what Maotai was, so in the end they just called it the Feitian God Sect.
"By the way, Great Sage, when will you come back with us?" The big man was quite helpless, "I have been here for ten years, and I have grown from an ordinary knight to the boss of the Scottish resistance. I really want to go home.
.....
"Dogs won't eat anything here in England! I miss the bread, snails, steak and foie gras from my hometown so much..."
Wang Quan felt the same way.
During this period, all Wang Quan ate was the contents of his "fourth-dimensional chrysanthemum".
"Don't worry, I will go back, but I have to deal with my affairs first." Wang Quan patted him on the shoulder, "You can first send someone back to inform Jian... inform the Pope that I have been found.
Already."
After a pause, Wang Quan added, "If he asks, just say, 'Jianchi Sang, the Sa Ku La in my hometown is on'. That way he will understand."
Wang Quan said the sentence "Jianchi Sang" with the translator turned off.
"Jianchisang, jiaxiangdesakulakaile..." The chestnut-haired man recited silently several times and nodded, "I remember, Great Sage, these people are left to you. I will go back and inform the Pope personally!"
"That's okay..."
Wang Quan didn't say anything, so the elder brother found a horse and ran away quickly.
It seems that the food in my hometown is still very attractive.
Then he glanced around and found Wang Quan quite satisfied.
Now the team has added more than sixty extraordinary members.
And Jianchi Sang is indeed the same as himself, he cannot accept kneeling, not even half-kneeling.
Jianchi Sang is indeed a man who never forgets his original intention.
Then Wang Quan turned to Elizabeth, who had her mouth slightly open, "Your Highness, where should we go now?"
At this time, a thin figure walked out of the "Hunter".
He saluted Wang Quan and asked: "Excuse me, Great Sage, what are you looking for? Maybe we can help."
"Oh, it's just the Sword in the Lake."
Wang Quan told the legend of the previous witch King Arthur.
"Ah..." the hunter was a little embarrassed, "I do know the lake you mentioned, but..."
Sighing, "Forget it, just follow me."
Wang Quan, Elizabeth and the others looked at each other, got on their horses and followed.
Six days later——
"Here we are, right here."
Looking in the direction pointed by the "hunter", Wang Quan only saw a large area of farmland, a small river beside the farmland, and a water tanker for irrigation.
"Where's the lake?"
"The lake is at our feet." The hunter took off his mask, revealing the simple face underneath, "This lake has dried up to the point where only mud is left.
"Then we thought the land here was fertile, so we transformed it into farmland. Indeed, we didn't find any sword in the lake."