In comparison, King Arthur was the king of Great Britain, but his appearance was extremely mediocre. His black hair and black pupils were the standard Kelton appearance features. Although his face had its own perseverance, its outline
But it lacks bright spots, just like a human face mass-produced from the same mold.
Why is it that such a mediocre person is the king, while Lancelot, who has a shockingly handsome appearance, is inferior to Arthur and is just a knight of the Round Table? Greenville suddenly had this wonderful sigh.
"Your Majesty the Queen." Lancelot stepped forward and saluted Queen Greenville: "I have heard about the cause of the matter from Your Majesty the King. From today on, I am your most loyal knight.
I will fight for you and die only for you. Even if I draw my sword against the king, I will not hesitate."
"And I allow all this." Wang said tolerantly.
"Is this... really good?" Greenville's heart was filled with doubts and more complicated emotions at this moment.
"I have never regretted what I have done, not now and never. I believe in you, Greenville, my lovely queen. You will definitely point me in the right direction in the future;
I also believe in you, Lancelot, my closest and loyal brother. In the days to come, you will definitely protect the queen and keep her away from all dangers.---The matter is settled like this."
That's right. That's how it's settled.
Out of his pure and honest heart, King Arthur decided on this matter without any scruples, but Queen Greenville did not stop the king this time.
---Even though she vaguely felt that Wang had made a stupid decision.
The next morning.
Albert got up from the bed and scratched his head.
He had a fever all night, and what happened last night became hazy and he had forgotten all about it. (I don’t know if it was luck or misfortune.)
The clothes placed to dry on the other empty beds are completely dry, although there is still a bit of a damp feeling - that is caused by the salt in the seawater adhering to the clothes, which cannot be completely removed without washing.
The tiger-man touched his forehead and saw that his fever and cold had been cured. The tiger felt refreshed and felt very lucky that he, as an orc, had a strong physique.
He happily put on his clothes, opened the locked hatch, and walked out of the room.
This is the third day of the sea journey. If nothing unexpected happens, we will arrive in Tabernacle this evening. Then we can actually find a hotel to stay and take a good bath---I haven't had a bath on the ship for three days, Tiger
My body already has a strange smell.
"Oh, you finally woke up?" Before Al could take a few steps, Bediwell was waiting in the corridor not far away.
"Thanks to you, I'm not dead yet." Al replied coldly. He had not completely forgotten Bedivere's malicious joke yesterday.
"You're still angry? You're so stingy." The werewolf disagreed, and even waggled his tail happily. Apparently he was still secretly happy about teasing Albert yesterday: "Come and have breakfast. Although there is nothing to eat,
Another pile of sashimi."
"I have no objection." Albert rolled his eyes at Bedivere again. If you don't want to eat, you won't eat. Tigers are cats, and there is no cat in the world who doesn't like to eat fish.
But some cats are afraid of spicy food. Cats are afraid of burning their tongues, and of course they are also afraid of spicy food.
"Oh, it's hot sauce again." After everyone gathered around the table and sat down, Black Panther boy Hal made a face at the plate of red chili sauce next to the sashimi.
"For sterilization, meow. Unless you want diarrhea, meow." Seglade shook his head at the little panther. He would definitely force Hal to eat spicy food this time.
He attributed Little Hal's strange behavior yesterday to "eating the wrong food"--and the wrong food could only be these sashimi.
Therefore, he decided to strictly manage Little Hal's diet today: strictly sterilize every piece of sashimi.
"Well, today's fish seems a little different?" Albert looked at the fish fillets on the plate. In addition to the snow-white fish fillets, there were also a lot of orange-red fish meat. The red meat filled with fat looked particularly fresh.
Sweet and delicious.
"Because we are already very close to Great Britain." Bedivere said disapprovingly, grabbing large pieces of orange-red fish fillet with a fork.
Most of the snow-white fish meat comes from the most common fish in the Arctic Ocean: cod.
The source of that special orange-red fish meat is salmon - one of the most suitable fish in the world for making sashimi. Due to the influence of ocean currents, salmon only move in inland waters. You can catch salmon,
It also shows that the ship is not far from the shore.
Having said that, salmon meat is the best among meats, and it is also a very special meat---salmon meat is most delicious when eaten raw, but when cooked, it looks like a piece of fatty pork, which is too fatty to be swallowed. Therefore,
Foodies who know how to eat will never allow such an unjust thing as cooking salmon to happen, unless it is a special dish.
Albert was also a gourmet, and he had eaten a lot of delicacies in his life. He knew that the fish was a good thing, so of course he would not let it go, and he quickly snatched it from the werewolf.
"You, do you need to grab meow? There are a lot of them-" Saifer was about to persuade, but found that the salmon meat was disappearing at an alarming speed. He was startled, immediately picked up his fork, and joined in the grab.
In the midst of a war of eating.
"Hmm..." Little Hal didn't want to eat anymore after eating a few pieces of fish.
"What's wrong, meow? Do you feel sick in your stomach, meow?" Seglade asked with concern.
"I'm fine, meow. But it's spicy, meow." The little black panther was still coquettishly saying. It's obviously sweet and delicious sashimi, why do you have to dip it in that unpalatable spicy sauce?
"It doesn't matter, eat more, meow. If you eat more, you will be numb and won't feel spicy, meow." Seglade said crookedly while using his fork to grab a lot of fish fillets, and they were all high-quality salmon fillets.
He filled the fish fillets with spicy sauce and stuffed them into his brother's plate.
Oh my god. Seeing the red oily sheen of chili pepper on the surface of the golden fish fillet, the little panther almost cried.
Bedivere looked on with envy: Hal's brothers took great care of this little leopard.
(If you have brothers, it would be great if you could love each other like that.)
(Wait. Bro?)
(It seems to have happened, but it seems not to have happened.)
The werewolf's memory fell into a state of confusion.
(Papalov...)
(Um, no. Who is Papalov? Do I know this guy?)
Just when Little Hal was still struggling and Bedivere was distracted, a commotion on the deck saved the former and brought the latter back to reality.
While everyone turned to look in the direction of the commotion, the little black panther quickly swept all the spicy fish fillets into Bediwell's plate.
"What happened outside?" When a sailor passed by, the werewolf quickly grabbed him and asked.
"Oh, it's just a group of candidates who want to board the ship midway. The captain is arguing with those guys about this."
"Boarding on the way?" The werewolf was very curious and hurriedly emptied the food on the plate.
"It's theoretically a violation to do this." Saifer explained: "Our exam starts from the moment we board the ship, although it is not a formal exam yet. If someone gets on the ship midway and skips
Isn’t a two-day trip the same as cheating by jumping in line? It would be strange if the captain didn’t protest.”
"Is there such a thing?" Albert asked curiously: "I thought taking a boat was just taking a boat---"
But the two days they were on the boat were really stormy, and it was hard to believe that it had nothing to do with the exam.
"How is that possible?" The werewolf cleared the food on the plate and stood up slowly: "At least that ghost ship was not a deliberate arrangement. No matter how powerful the Great Britain is, it is impossible to get a dark spirit to fight with us.
."
Albert shook his head disapprovingly and sneered at the werewolf's naivety. Even if there was no ghost ship incident yesterday, Captain Senezel would definitely have come up with other bad ideas to test the candidates.
Great Britain must have some kind of cooperative relationship with the captain. What the captain has to do is to help screen candidates and minimize the number of people who arrive in Great Britain to take the Knights of the Round Table exam. Otherwise, hundreds of thousands of candidates arrive in Great Britain every year.
We want to overcrowd that small island country.
As for what methods and tricks the captain(s) will use to screen candidates, it all depends on the captain's mood.
It is said that one year there was a crazy captain who was dissatisfied with the candidates on the whole ship and sank the ship directly, and all the candidates on the ship were considered to have failed. If you get on the ship with such a crazy captain, you can only think that the candidates are unlucky -
--They lost at the starting line before they even started!
And luck is also one of the conditions for becoming a Knight of the Round Table! (Why not?)
In addition to having good martial arts, a great warrior must also be favored by the God of Luck at all times. People who are born with extreme unlucky will never succeed no matter how hard they try!
It is now ten o'clock in the morning. There is still half a day left, and the ship will soon arrive at the shore. Today, I just hope that Captain Senezel will not come up with any new tricks. Albert has been working hard for many days.
I am exhausted physically and mentally and have no time to deal with more tests.
Contrary to Albert, who was gradually showing signs of fatigue, a certain wolf was in high spirits and full of energy.
Little Hal looked at the red-faced werewolf and felt sorry for Uncle Bedivere, and couldn't help showing a look of shame.
"Are you all full? Let's go." The werewolf Bediwell, who was overly excited after eating too much spicy food, persuaded everyone with his tail wagging: "Let's go to the deck to join in the fun and see where these cheating candidates are.
Great God."
Albert felt ridiculous about the werewolf's sudden curiosity. They were just a few cheating candidates, probably relying on the connections of some dignitaries to get in. Most of these guys were playboys and had no real talent.
Real stuff. What’s so good about such rubbish?
After everyone had solved the problem of food and clothing, they ran onto the deck together to watch the new candidates.
On the deck, several crew members headed by the captain were already confronting the candidates who had boarded the ship midway, and they seemed to be in a stalemate. Captain Senezel was arguing with the other party and his face was red.
Oh no, it should be said that the captain was red-faced during the argument, but the other party, the "cheating candidate" who took the lead, looked calm and composed, as if he didn't take the captain seriously at all.
Looking more clearly, there were actually not as many candidates [boarding the ship midway] as the legend said, there were only two people. And Bediwell knew both of these people.
It's Tristan and Evan!
It was Tristan, the young fishman prince, who took the lead in arguing with the captain (theory).
We haven't seen each other for seven years. The boy is tall and handsome. His flowing blond hair flows down properly, stopping before it reaches his shoulders, and fluttering in the wind. He is so handsome that people hate him, and he shines so brightly that he is envious.
Those blue eyes are more like the purest and most precious sapphires, exuding the light of wisdom and dexterity, and even retaining a bit of mischief from youth.
As Bedivere knew in the past, the appearance of fishmen (male mermaids) is almost the same as that of humans, even when they grow up.
Unless people look closely, they can see the golden fish scales on Tristan's skin that are as small as wheat germ, as thin as cicada wings, and extremely transparent.
And if they keep a distance, what people can see is Tristan's fair and rosy skin with golden scales looming under the sun. People who don't know the truth will definitely think that this is a kid from a rich family who loves to show off.
Gold powder is applied to the skin!
It was a kind of handsomeness that could easily be misunderstood. Tristan must have been envied, jealous, and hated by countless people since he was a child, especially men whose appearance was far inferior to that of the fish-man prince. This was a fate that he could not escape no matter what.
If being handsome is a sin, then being ordinary is an unforgivable sin.
When Ivan next to Tristan grew up, he became more ordinary and less outstanding than when he was a child.
He is neither ugly nor beautiful, neither handsome nor frustrated. Just like a large number of extras recruited in a drama, you will never be able to remember his appearance just by looking at it. If you look at it again, you still can't remember it until you watch it every day.
, you have to watch it ten thousand times before you can barely remember the outline of Ivan's face - and you will still confuse this outline with other extras.
Ivan's sin is that he has zero presence, but when he and Tristan are together, they perfectly reflect the handsomeness of the fish-man prince.
Ivan's crime was that he made Tristan even more sinful.
Together, these two people become the most terrifying pair in the world, in every sense of the word!
However, when Ivan's entire sense of presence was almost zero, the pair of glasses on his nose unexpectedly stood out.
Bedivere looked at the pair of glasses and felt extremely confused: Ivan was originally proficient in the eagle eye technique, and his eyesight was the best among all the people Bedivere knew. Why would such a guy suddenly wear glasses?
Has his super vision declined in the past seven years? If it is true, it is really terrible and worrying! --- Because except for his eyes, Ivan has no other advantages!
"So you can't get on the ship!" The captain's passionate curse brought the werewolf back from his thoughts: "You didn't board the ship in the first place. You were unqualified from the beginning. You gave up on this year's exam."
!You want to get on the ship now? No way! It’s better to come early next year!”