Chapter 763: Exploring the Secret of the Temple (1)
The next morning, Bedivere got up early. As usual, after washing himself, he ran outside the courtyard of the house to do morning exercises.
The werewolf was shirtless and planned to do some punching exercises to get a sweat, but unexpectedly found Elaine lying on the grass.
"vomit---" The white bear man was very drunk, his whole body smelled of alcohol, and he vomited into a large area of dirt on the grass.
"Oh!" Bedivere turned away subconsciously: "No wonder your kid didn't come back last night. He went out to have a good time."
"Hey, it polluted my lawn. This disease needs to be cured." The old landlord took out a long water pipe, which was the soft glue pipe he usually used to water the lawn. Needless to say, the other end of the water pipe was already connected to the faucet.
Up.
"Here I come. Let me treat this kid." The werewolf volunteered to take over the water pipe.
"Hoo ho ho, I'm going to turn on the faucet." The landlord handed the water pipe to the werewolf and ran away.
Bedivere picked up the water pipe, pointed it at Elaine, and waited for the moment the cold tap water rushed out.
However, the water never came.
"Huh? Is it blocked? That's weird--" The werewolf picked up the faucet doubtfully and took a look inside---
Bang!! A large amount of water surged out from it and shot the werewolf in the face.
"Ugh... Landlord?!" Bedivere was angry and looked in the direction of the big house.
After successfully killing the werewolf, the old landlord had already doubled up with laughter. Unexpectedly, tragedy happened. The old man doubled up with laughter and at the same time ducked, and immediately fell to the ground and rolled in pain.
"Deserve it!" Bedivere grinned triumphantly, and at the same time picked up the water pipe and sprayed it in Elaine's face!
"Woooooooooo!" The white bear man was also shot in the face. The cold tap water made him wake up instantly, and he jumped up from the grass: "One more drink!"
"Okay, this cup is for free." The werewolf pointed the water pipe at the bear's mouth, letting the ice water spurt out, and filled Elaine's belly.
"Woo! No---" The white bear rolled back like a winter melon and fell on the grass again. It was clumsy and funny. He resisted the water column with his hands and shouted to the werewolf as if begging for mercy: "Enough, enough, enough
It’s so cold! Don’t spray me!”
"Haha, this is the consequence of not going home after a night out." The werewolf said, imitating the tone of a parent.
"Dad, dad is not as strict as you!" Elaine awkwardly got up, or half sat up, shaking constantly, trying to shake off the water on his body.
"Where did you go last night? Did you send the child to the shelter safely?" the werewolf asked.
"Sent, delivered!" The white bear man shook off the water on his body and got up awkwardly, "Then I met, I ran into trouble, Kang, Constantine helped me. --- Oh, yes, you, you don't know Kang Shi
Tantine."
(Of course I do, you idiot.)
"Anyway, it was my friend who helped me. We went to eat."
"Then you drank too much." The werewolf looked at the funny white bear: "Thank you for finding your way back. I thought you would become a lost child."
"Don't, don't underestimate me!" The white bear man touched his face, "I can find it by smell."
(Oh, yes, I forgot that this guy is an orc. The white bear man’s nose is quite clever.)
Gu---Not long after Elaine finished vomiting, his stomach began to drum again.
"Okay, I'm so hungry. Where's breakfast?" Xiongtian said shamelessly.
"There's no food!" Bedivere made a face. If Olin doesn't come today, there will be no one to cook.
I don’t know whether it’s fortunate or unfortunate that I don’t have to eat dark food anymore.
"Go take a shower and change out of these dirty and smelly clothes." Bedivere picked up the water pipe and sprayed Elaine all over again like a prank: "After that, we will go out for breakfast."
"Okay, okay!" The white bear shook a few times and was dripping with water. He felt that he had already taken a bath.
Bediwell canceled his morning exercise and went back to the second floor to change clothes...
"Ugh..." Albert also climbed out of the haunted room, disheveled and exuding a strange smell.
The werewolf covered his nose and asked: "What did you do last night------"
"Aha, hahahahahaha." Albert smiled unnaturally, while picking up his pants: "No. It's nothing, meow! And I got new powers, meow hahahahaha."
Bedivere looked at the big cat in confusion. But Al didn't seem to have changed at all?
"Tomorrow is the day when the Knights of the Round Table exam begins. Are you really ready?" Bedivere asked worriedly.
"I'm... very good. I just... really need to take a shower..." Albert walked to the bathroom and nervously patted the door: "Who's in there? Come out quickly!"
"I, I'm still washing! Wait a minute!" Elaine's exclamation came from inside.
"...It doesn't matter! Let me in quickly! I can't stand it anymore!"
(These two guys are hopeless!)
At the same time, Elsenberg in London.
Constantine, the Knight of the Round Table, had been waiting in the corridor of the main hall all morning. He knew that King Arthur would definitely pass by here at this time every day, so he waited here.
As expected, the King of Knights fell into the "trap". When he passed by, Constantine suddenly jumped up from the bench and chased after the king, muttering as he walked: "Your Majesty! Your Majesty!"
"It's you again." Arthur stepped up his pace, trying to get rid of the pestering Constantine as soon as possible: "I have nothing to say to you, why are you still pestering me?"
"But there is indeed a problem with the Round Table Council!" Constantine said stubbornly: "This is the 1272nd time I have submitted that bill, but it is also the 1272nd time that bill has been rejected.
Denied. This is... too strange. Illogical and strange."
"Is it still that bill?" Arthur continued walking without looking back, although he knew he couldn't get rid of Constantine's entanglement: "What's that---"
"Bill No. 310, a second-level important issue." Constantine replied: "About the abolition of slavery and the return of slaves' free status!"
"Yes, that thing." The King of Knights muttered.
"And the Parliament has never approved it!" Constantine shouted dissatisfied: "This is unreasonable, so unreasonable! Our country of Great Britain is obviously a country of righteousness and reason, and our era has obviously been civilized to this point, but yet
Still allowing slavery to exist? Are the Round Table guys crazy?"
(Maybe crazy, maybe not crazy, God knows.)
Arthur stopped and turned to look at Constantine.
Being stared at like this, Constantine felt uncomfortable: "Uh... Your Majesty?"
In the eyes of King Arthur, this young Knight of the Round Table was actually just a child. Although he was eighteen years old, the childishness on Constantine's face had not completely faded, and he still retained the innocence of his youth.
Therefore, there are things in this world that Constantine cannot yet understand.
"Listen, Constantine." King Arthur advised: "No matter what kind of country Great Britain is, slavery cannot be eliminated within a certain period of time.
---What era is it now? This is the sixth century AD, and now it is 526 AD. The whole of Europe is still a slave, and the whole world needs slave labor. How can Great Britain be an exception?
No matter how civilized a society is, it cannot contradict the trend of the times and become its own style. It is like using pistols in the Stone Age. How weird would that be?"
"I understand the reason, but..." Constantine still wanted to refute.
"Answer me, Constantine." King Arthur asked: "What exactly is the Round Table Council? Why should I abolish the old Council and re-establish this Round Table Council?"
The young knight of the Round Table looked at the king, his eyes couldn't help showing pride. He replied naturally:
"The Round Table Council is a system that uses the Round Table system to summon the Holy Spirits of the Knights of the Round Table and allows the Holy Spirits to vote on issues.
Since it is the Holy Spirits who decide the issue, this eliminates human greed and prejudice. Because the Holy Spirits do not practice favoritism, they have nothing and want nothing.”
"That's right." The King of Knights nodded slightly in praise: "So, since the Holy Spirits have no greed or demands, will they make wrong decisions?"
Constantine shrugged and replied matter-of-factly: "They will. The Holy Spirit is just a spiritual transformation of the Knights of the Round Table. Like its master, the Holy Spirit is not perfect. If there are only one or two Holy Spirits, they will make decisions.
You may be influenced by your own experience and may make wrong decisions.”
"However, I have twenty-four Knights of the Round Table--although they are not full yet--there are as many knights as there are Holy Spirits. Do you think the decision made unanimously by these dozens of Holy Spirits,
Could it be wrong?"
Constantine was silent for a while.
"Constantine," Arthur testified mercilessly: "Don't talk about other Holy Spirits. Even your Holy Spirit voted against your motion. Even it did not favor you. This is not the case.
Isn’t that enough to explain the problem?"
Being told this, Constantine was speechless.
"Let's stop this matter." The King of Knights sighed: "You can continue to submit the same motion, whatever you want. But I don't think the Holy Spirits will let it pass. This era needs slavery, even the Holy Spirits think so.
. Therefore, it is absolutely impossible to abolish slavery--not even within this hundred years.
We live in a barbaric society, both civilized and barbaric. We who belong to this era can only do things that are in line with this era, nothing more."
Those things that transcend the times and undermine the world order, no matter how correct they are, the Holy Spirits cannot allow them to happen!
King Arthur walked to his office, opened the door and went in: "No more, I still have to work. You should do what you should do."
Although he was still full of dissatisfaction, Constantine had no choice but to nod his head and watch King Arthur enter the office.
Of course, he would not give up. Constantine was planning more strategies, hoping to find out what was suspicious about the Round Table Council.