"Your Majesty, are you serious?" Hearing that King Arthur was about to risk his life, Merlin stopped him of course: "This behavior is like a moth flying into a flame, bringing about self-destruction. What should we do if that happens again?"
"Didn't you say that you have taken preventive measures?" The King of Knights asked back: "Since you have taken all the preventive measures, there is nothing to be afraid of. Or do you think you are not confident in your preventive measures?"
Useless at all?"
"...That's not what I meant."
"That's alright, let's go." Arthur spoke without any hesitation, as if a king was giving orders: "Bedi?"
The big white wolf got up from the carpet and looked at the blond boy silently. The Arthur he remembered was not such a reckless person at all. He knew there was danger but still wanted to die. This was not the style of King Arthur. Arthur's character
Has there been such a slight change? Is it because he came to this different world nine hundred years later and was affected by this world? Is the current Arthur still the original King Arthur of Great Britain? If this change continues, it will not only be a character
Changes, he might eventually even forget who he was, and completely forget his identity as King Arthur?
Something is not good. Bedivere senses the danger, but is not sure what to do. Should he stop Arthur at this time? But the bell does come from the warrior's grave, and it is that bell.
It caused the last "accident". If the matter is not investigated clearly, it will be very difficult to prevent the same accident from happening again.
Okay, let's take a look. Bedivere shivered and walked towards the door, ready to set off.
"See, even Bedi agrees with my idea." The King of Knights snorted.
"In that case, I wish you good luck." Merlin didn't say anything more, and the crow shadow disappeared into the shadow of the beam.
The night in Penzance Port is quiet and humid. The entire port is shrouded in fog from the sea and is also occupied by a rhythmic sound of the tide. This is a confusing feeling unique to port cities, even in Arthur's time.
, is also unique - Great Britain will use some kind of condensation device to absorb part of the fog in the port, reducing the humidity in the port city. At the same time, this condensation device is also a street lamp, lighting up the urban area of the port city. But
Nine hundred years later, in this different world with very backward technology, it seems impossible for a fog condensation device to exist.
Arthur looked at the warriors' graves on the coastline from a distance. Although it was close to the coast, it was still a long way from the coast to the warriors' graves. It was late at night and in this kind of weather, swimming there would make people half-dead cold, and at the same time,
Be careful from the sea
monsters coming from inside. So, is it really necessary to have a boat? Even a small boat is fine, as long as it can approach the warrior's grave silently.
"Ouch!" Bedivere yelled from the side, asking Arthur to pay attention to safety. When they passed by the coast near the Warriors Tomb before, they were attacked by the army of fallen angels outside the Warriors Tomb. Of course, it was just an accident, and now this late at night
Inside, they didn't see any fallen angels hunting spirits, but they still had to be careful. What if the warrior's tomb happened to be the lair of fallen angels?
"Anyway, let's rent a boat first." Arthur glanced at a small boat rental house on the pier. The house was made of wood and the workmanship was very rough, but it was lit with lights at night. Se could only hope that the rental house hadn't closed yet and that a decent boat could still be rented.
Knock, knock. The young man walked over and knocked on the door a few times. The wooden door was covered with salt and frost due to the erosion of the sea wind all year round, and there was even moss growing on the corners where the sun did not shine. Arthur even knocked on the door. He knocked very softly, for fear that he would knock the door down too hard. But it was useful enough because Penzance Port was such a frighteningly quiet place at night, and the people in the house were not even close to this. A gentle knock on the door was clearly heard.
"Who is making a noise in this late night?" The middle-aged man who opened the door held up a kerosene lamp and shined it in order to see Arthur's face clearly. The bald middle-aged man, who still smelled heavily of alcohol, saw Arthur. After looking at Se, he said with a look of disgust: "You kid? You don't look like one of those guys...what do you want to do?"
"Rent a boat." Arthur said directly: "Just give me a small boat. How much does it cost?"
"Renting a boat? Going out to sea in such a dark night? Do you want to be eaten by a sea monster, kid?" The other party looked at the blond boy in front of him with contempt. He had been sizing up Arthur since just now. Arthur's not particularly gorgeous attire and the particularly delicate silver sword on his waist suggested that this young man might be some kind of adventurer or mercenary.
"I'm not going to sea. I just want to visit the warriors' graves." Arthur said, "Don't worry, I won't mess around. The boat will be returned on time."
"Going to the Warriors' Tomb late at night? Are you looking for death?" The middle-aged man hummed, "Yeah, but it's even worse if you go in the early morning or evening. You'll be discovered by the fallen angels before the ship even gets close. In fact, it's very dangerous to go at any time. Oops, that place is either being targeted by fallen angels, or it's the lair of fallen angels. It's fifty years too early for an adventurer like you to want to explore the warrior's tomb."
"You don't need to worry about my situation, thank you." The King of Knights said calmly: "Anyway, just rent the boat to me. How much does it usually cost to rent a boat? I can pay ten times the price, right?"
"Okay. If you want to die, I won't stop you. But in addition to the money for renting the boat, I also have to collect a deposit, lest you die in the warrior's grave and never come back, and my boat will be lost forever."
"That's fair." Arthur said casually, not wanting to talk to the middle-aged man anymore.
"Ten times the rent, twelve copper coins, and a deposit of one silver coin, please pay."
Arthur smiled indifferently and dug into his pocket readily. At first, he thought that the boat rental and deposit would cost a lot of money, but it turned out that it was just this level (but this money was enough for Arthur to stay in a good hotel in Penzance). Living there for about a week is quite a sum of money). Admiral Penzance gave Arthur a considerable sum of money as a sponsor, and Arthur also received another fund from the Melson Brotherhood. , so he is not short of money at all now, and he spends money very readily.
"Very well, come with me." The middle-aged man pushed out the door and walked drunkenly towards the back of the wooden house. There, there were many rental boats neatly lined up on a small wooden pier. Tie it with a rusty iron chain and lock it with an iron lock.
The bald middle-aged man picked a boat that looked quite dilapidated, found the corresponding key from his key chain and unlocked it: "This is the one for you."
"What a shabby boat." The King of Knights looked at the boat, which could only carry two people at most and had been repaired countless times with wooden boards. He complained, "The deposit on this thing is worth one silver coin? You're kidding."
"I'm sorry, this is the only ship that can be used by guys like you who go to the warriors' graves late at night to seek death. Whether it's worth a silver coin is another matter. You don't have to rent it. You can rent it in this port.
Find another boat rental company."
"Tsk." The blond boy let out a dissatisfied grunt, jumped onto the boat, and picked up the oar: "Isn't this crap thing going to sink midway?"
"You don't have to worry about this. Although it looks shabby, I do regular maintenance for every ship here." The middle-aged man said: "Then, I wish you good luck. You will need this good luck."
He's a little devil who doesn't know how to live or die."
The King of Knights ignored the middle-aged man and winked at the Great White Wolf. After Bedivere jumped on the boat, he squatted still, and Arthur also picked up the oar and started paddling. In the quiet harbor at night,
A dilapidated boat is heading towards the warrior's grave silently.
"Do you want to change people?" When the ship was quite far away from the port, and the big white wolf thought that no one could overhear him, he finally said: "Arthur, the body you are using now is really weak, and it has always been like this.
Rowing, your stamina will soon be exhausted, right?"
"It's okay." The blond boy wiped away the big beads of sweat on his forehead: "It just happened to catch up with the current. I don't need to row the boat at all. It will slowly get closer to the warrior's grave."
Bedivere didn't have any sailing experience, and he didn't know what Arthur relied on to judge the direction of the current in this dark night. Since Arthur said this, he sat quietly.
, I trust the King of Knights’ judgment.
Arthur's judgment was also correct. The boat seemed to be pulled by the current. Even if Arthur didn't paddle, it went faster and faster, getting closer to the remains of the warriors' graves.
Looking at it so close, the warrior's tomb is really spectacular. It is estimated to be a very huge ruin. Only a small part is actually exposed from the sea. The larger part of the building has long been deeply submerged under the sea level, and
God knows if there are more at the bottom of the sea or even underground. Even if it is only the part that is exposed on the surface of the sea, the number of towering spiers is scary enough in fact and scale.
This building really does not look like it could have been built in this era of extremely low technology and photon civilization. It can almost be regarded as a heritage of ancient people. It is no wonder that such a majestic building stands in Penzance in such a majestic way.
Countless curious adventurers have wanted to enter and explore it. People's thirst for the unknown has always been endless, not to mention there are rumors that there may be mountains of gold and silver treasures hidden in the warriors' tombs? But what exactly is this thing in front of them?
Whether the "Warrior's Tomb" is the same thing as the Warrior's Tomb in Arthur's original era can only be understood by going in and exploring it carefully.
"But... there is no entrance?" the big white wolf complained in a low voice. From the high tower exposed on the water, there is no entrance that can invade the ruins.
"Up there." Arthur pointed to the heights.
Yes, it is impossible to have an entrance to the part of the tower close to the sea level. If there were, the half-hearted entrance would have been eroded by the sea water and occupied by various marine creatures as nests. The real entrance to the warrior's tomb is not far from the sea.
At least twenty feet high, on one of the towers. And it looks like you need to climb up from the edge of the tower.
"You must be kidding me." The big white wolf snorted.