"Who am I like?" After hearing the admiral's words, Arthur couldn't help but feel a little confused.
"No...it's just what I'm talking about here, don't worry about it," the admiral said.
Mysteriously, a vein appeared on Arthur's forehead that was so obvious that it was almost visible.
"Mr. Aslan, I heard that you are from England?" Admiral Penzance continued to ask: "I heard that your family has become extinct, but you have the blood of nobles flowing in your body?"
"Maybe." Arthur replied lightly. These people knew nothing about him and only heard about him.
"Then, there is a witch in the woods about twenty minutes after you go out from here." Admiral Penzance said suddenly: "Go find her. Then you will understand many things."
"Witches?" Arthur glanced at the other party: "Interesting. England is still harboring witches now? Shouldn't it be normal to arrest all witches and send them to the stakes to be burned to death?"
"Not every witch, Mr. Aslan. Not every one." The admiral smiled calmly and said: "Some witches are so important that we would rather hide them from the heresy inquisitors of the Holy See in order to protect them."
"Oh." Arthur snorted without much interest: "Okay, I can go take a look when I have time. But I can't guarantee anything."
"Then------" The admiral stood up from where he was sitting and took out a bag from his arms. The sound of rustling inside the bag should be the sound of gold coins.
"Take this with you as well. It can be regarded as a little help from me to you. I wish you a safe journey," he said.
"Thank you." Others gave him free money, and Arthur had no reason to refuse it. After he took the bag of gold coins, he stood up and turned around to leave: "Then, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."
"Take care," Admiral Penzance said.
Arthur turned around and walked out of the room. The conversation was very different from what he expected. Admiral Penzance's attitude was also extremely ambiguous, and he didn't know what else he was hiding. But so far, things have been going smoothly, and neither did Arthur.
I thought that the first contact with the admiral would lead to a heart-to-heart relationship with the other person. The current feeling of hesitating and keeping each other secret may be the best.
Before going into the dark and having to find a hotel to stay, Arthur had nothing else to do. Anyway, let's go and find out who the witch was.
"Woof!" When Arthur walked out of the castle door, what he heard was Bedivere's cry for help.
"Betty?" Arthur glanced over and saw the big white wolf being bullied by several kids, including three boys and one girl.
I don’t know where those children came from, but the little devils were very naughty. They even pinched and twisted around Bediwell. Instead of playing with the big wolf’s ears, they sometimes grabbed Bediwell’s legs and played with them.
The picture couldn't be more beautiful.
"What are you doing here?" Arthur walked over and snorted coldly, rolling his eyes at the group of well-dressed brats.
"Wow, the dog owner is here, it's so scary, run!" Then the group of imps dispersed in a flash.
"Wow~" Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief.
"A few brats can even bully you?" Arthur grinned and mocked.
"Wow~!" Bedivere also grinned. What else could he do? He was also desperate. He couldn't pounce on those children.
"Huh, you're just soft-hearted. Normally, as long as you bark at those brats a few times, they will be scared away." Arthur then straightened Bedivere's messed up vest, "Let's go, the next stop is
Go to the forest to meet the witch."
"Wow." Bedivere responded.
However, when Arthur was about to leave, a voice from behind the pillar asked: "Brother, can you talk to animals?"
A child poked his head out and looked at Arthur. His clear blue eyes and pure blond hair made this boy look very handsome, even though he seemed to be only about seven or eight years old.
"Huh. Not really." Arthur then denied: "But there are very smart individuals among the wolves themselves, and they can roughly understand what we say."
"Really? I really want to raise a wolf too." The child then said, looking at Bediwell, his eyes lit up: "Will this wolf be sold? How much will it cost?"
"I won't sell it, and you can't raise it." Arthur flatly refused: "Wolves are wild beasts. Only wolves that have been raised since childhood can be barely familiar with people. But they are still extremely dangerous beasts, and they may suddenly become crazy.
, I’ll pounce on you and bite your throat off. You kid who doesn’t even have the ability to protect himself, let’s forget it.”
"Hey, is that so? Forget it." The kid stuck out his tongue and gave up the idea of raising a wolf.
"Huh." Arthur patted Bedivere on the back and signaled that he was leaving. Without saying anything more to the kid, he hurriedly left with the big white wolf.
"Your Majesty! Where did you go?" Shortly after Arthur and Bedivere left, a group of soldiers came over in a hurry, and finally surrounded the blond child.
"I didn't go anywhere." The child said unhappily: "Tsk, just go away for a moment and you are all so nervous. Isn't it annoying? Can't I have some personal freedom?"
"What nonsense are you talking about, Your Majesty!" The leading British captain knelt in front of the kid, his face turned pale, and he said nervously: "Your Majesty, you are the king of England and the most important person in this country! You are running around like this.
, what should we do if we are attacked by gangsters with evil intentions! The responsibility of our personal guards is to protect you, Your Majesty. If you are in danger, we cannot afford it!"
"I know, I know! You have repeated the same thing a thousand times!" The child hummed in annoyance: "Then let's go, can't I just go with you? Anyway, you have to stay in the room.
In a daze, hum!"
In the room above the castle, the admiral watched the farce at the castle entrance from a distance.
Needless to say, the child who was escorted into the castle by the guards is the current King of England, Henry VI. As a mortal, he is actually a smart, handsome and cute child. But he is a king.
, this kid is actually far from qualified.
------He is just a puppet.
The person who is truly qualified to inherit the throne should be the one with more pure royal blood. Admiral Penzance's eyes gradually shifted to a portrait in the corner of the room.
At the same time, in the forest outside the city.
Originally, after morning, the fog in the sky had dissipated a lot. However, as soon as Arthur entered the forest, a burst of fog filled the forest. It brought a drowsy feeling, and this fog could even be said to be a
It's a miasma.
"Bedi, can you bear it?" Arthur, who was riding on the big white wolf, couldn't help but ask.
"I'm a demon. I'm much stronger than humans. Don't worry about me." The big white wolf replied, "How long can you hold on, Arthur? If you feel you can't stand it, tell me in advance."
"It's okay for the time being." The young man said in an understatement. He had already wetted a cloth with water and put it in front of his nose. This wet cloth could slightly neutralize or filter out the miasma mist. Moreover, the miasma was not particularly poisonous. Although Arthur was a little dizzy,
But it's not to the point where his life is in danger.
"There is extremely weak magic in this fog," Bedivere twitched her nose and said, "That witch probably uses this magical fog to protect her territory."
"I wonder how powerful she is?" Arthur couldn't help but ask. The photon civilization in this world is extremely low, and there should be very few people who can use magic. In this world, humans have an extremely superficial understanding of magic, and wizards and wizards often
Becoming the target of hunting by the Vatican's heretical inquisitors. In the fifteenth century AD, this was an era when wizards and witches were tied to the stake and burned to death. It was a backward and barbaric era.
The state of people's understanding of magic in this era is about five thousand years different from the parallel world that Arthur and his friends originally lived in nine hundred years ago. In Arthur and his original world, magicians united to build
In order to protect them [Ivory Tower], I wonder if something similar exists in this world?
"Oh, here we are." Bedivere said. In the forest mist, you can see the outline of a tree cabin in the distance. It was built on a giant tree, and it probably took a lot of manpower and material resources to build it--
----Or maybe it's magic.
"Bedi, don't talk nonsense next time." Arthur said cautiously, jumping off the back of the big white wolf. His legs were still a little sore, but they were not hindering his walking.
"Huh? Why?" Bedivere has been pretending to be an animal all day long recently. He has a rare opportunity to speak but can't. He must be unhappy: "Isn't the other party also a witch? She should be very clear about the demon clan, right?"
It won't do anything to her if I open my mouth to speak."
"We will wait until we are sure that she is indeed a witch and is not hostile." Arthur knocked the big white wolf on the head. He did not fully believe what Admiral Penzance said.
Bedivere stuck out his tongue and did not refute.
The boy and the wolf approached the wooden house together and found a spiral ladder built with wooden boards on the tree. They carefully climbed to the wooden platform in the crown of the tree and finally arrived at the door of the cabin.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Out of courtesy, Arthur knocked on the door: "Admiral Penzance asked me to come to you, Lord Witch."
No response.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Arthur knocked on the door again. However, this time he knocked harder. There was no lock on the door itself, it was just ajar, and it opened by itself with a squeak.
"Hmm." Arthur couldn't help but let out a subtle hum. Although it was rude to break into someone else's house like this, the door was open, and no one seemed to respond inside. I don't know what happened. Even if he didn't enter the house
Go inside and take a peek through the crack of the open door...
It shouldn't be a big problem, right?
Arthur, who was thinking this way, naturally poked his head over, and his eyes were already scanning the room along the edge of the door. When he peeked into the room, there happened to be a young girl wearing a black robe in the room, looking towards him with doubts.
Peering outside the house, he met Arthur's eyes.
The girl actually looked somewhat similar to Arthur's sister Morgoth.