At the same time, in the Roman military camp at Brindisi, the front line.
"So," Tristan played with the cast on his arm and asked in a cold tone: "Who have you organized to join the expedition?"
Ivan was sitting at the table three yards away, currently taking apart his photon pistol for maintenance. When he saw Tristan asking, he put down the barrel and rag in his hand, and reluctantly replied: "Because it is
For the secret infiltration mission, the number of people should be controlled to less than ten people. If you can, I would like to ask Master Merlin to go. And then my brother Aoyun------"
Tristan immediately interrupted: "He's not suitable. His fighting style makes too much noise, and you don't want him to attract a large group of enemies."
Ivan was very unhappy when he was told this. He must have quarreled with Tristan before. But now that he and Tristan have a cooperative relationship, he has to listen to the other party's opinions carefully.
The fishman prince is right, Ouwen's ability is not suitable. Gaia Knight Ouyun's [Magic Sword---Fafnir] will make too much noise whether it is dancing or turning into a dragon and charging at the enemy.
.
"Okay, let's exclude Aoyun." Ivan said helplessly, "Let's add some magicians. I want to call Lianyin."
Tristan looked at the half-dragon boy with an expression that was half teasing and half serious: "If something happens to Lianyin, Bedivere will not let you go."
Yiwen looked unconcerned: "Well, Bediwell can come after me later. But now, I want to borrow the power of Lianyin to get things done. Mages who can use teleportation are very precious. One more
People, we will have more security. I have obtained her consent."
"Then, I'm fine with that." Tristan shrugged.
(Who asked you to approve it?)
"Ahem. There are still six places left. I have to add Constantine and Elaine------"
"Wait. What?! You're bringing those two brats with you?! They can't even fight!"
"But Elaine is the key to all this." Ivan also looked helpless, "That white bear knows the foxes' research institute best. He seems to have some kind of spiritual connection that can allow us to find [Darkness]."
"That's just a kid. Where's that kid Constantine?"
Ivan shook his head. He just went to check on the condition of the White Bear boy this morning.
Elaine's mental state had deteriorated beyond control. He hid in bed crying and shaking all day long. If it weren't for Constantine's constant persuasion, the stupid bear would not even get up to have breakfast.
"Without Constantine, Elaine can do nothing but tremble. Unless you want to walk with that bear on your back?"
"Oh, damn------"
"All we have to do is sneak in and investigate. As long as we keep quiet, even if we carry two burdens, there won't be much of a problem...right?"
Tristan remained silent, with an angry look on his face. He became increasingly dissatisfied with this mission.
"In short, in short------" Ivan cleared his throat, trying to find someone to convince Tristan: "There are two more candidates, Arthur's cousins: Yaglovi and Persiva."
Tristan held his chin with his good hand and thought: "I don't know the strength of these two people very well. Aren't they from the Knights of the East? The Knights of the East are currently stationed in Sweden? Get them out of the way.
Is there no problem in summoning the Grand Duke Palinloer?"
Ivan shook his head, with a slightly proud look on his face: "You are wrong. Although their father Palin Lore is a Heavenly Knight, they are not members of the Eastern Heaven Knights. They have not participated in the war and are currently in Pantolaken.
It can be said that you are taking a break."
"Even so, you can't command them?" Tristan couldn't imagine how Ivan could persuade two people who had nothing to do with the Knights to participate in this suicide mission?
"I will think of a way." Ivan said calmly.
"Honestly, I don't know if these two people are reliable. But you have no other choice, right?" Tristan sighed helplessly.
As the war intensified, all the knights who could respond to the battle were deployed to the front line, and there were really not many people who could be mobilized at will (this is why Ivan gave up summoning Lancelot).
"There is another one. But I haven't been able to contact him yet." Evan said.
"Nympho Kai." "Idiot Kai." Evan and Tristan said it almost at the same time.
About a month ago, Kai and his fire giant wife Fleur went on their honeymoon. The whereabouts of the two are currently unknown, and it is not known how long they will be willing to come back.
"Alas." Tristan sighed, "It would be great if Bediwell was here."
Ivan shook his head, "No. It would be nice if Arthur was here."
"Arthur...?"
The two of them recalled yesterday's battle. They faced an elite army of orcs and used all their magic weapons to kill hundreds of enemies, and almost lost their lives themselves.
In contrast, Arthur once destroyed an entire elite fleet of Vikings using only a standard knight lightsaber.
This is the difference.
"You know, that's just a legend. I won't take exaggerated legends seriously." Tristan said unconvinced.
However, as a mermaid, he knows the truth of this matter best. Although he denies this fact vehemently, he is still very shocked in his heart.
People who have never been on the battlefield cannot know the difference between their own abilities and others. Only those who have actually been on the battlefield can understand the respectability of those who have experienced battles.
The original Arthur was just a thin boy. If he hadn't gone through countless battles and struggled to survive in countless crises where his life was hanging by a thread, he would never have been so strong.
Arthur's strength does not depend on equipment or talent.
The strength of Arthur D. Pantoraken comes from a will as firm as a mountain, from a mind as clear as water, from a passion as fiery as fire ------ and even from the depths of his soul.
of resilience.
Ivan sighed. He knew that there were some things that he could never compare to Arthur.
That is, as a measure of [the king].
"After everything is ready, we are scheduled to leave tomorrow night." The half-dragon boy asked worriedly, "Can your wounds recover in time?"
"If you use recovery magic for intensive treatment, yes." Tristan replied. His arm was only broken, not a piece of flesh missing. There will be no problem after it is reattached.
"Okay, have a good rest. We'll see you tomorrow." Ivan turned around and walked out of the medical room.
"Wait------" Tristan quickly called Ivan.
"What?" Ivan had already half stepped out of the door, and looked very unhappy to be stopped like this.
"That..." The fish-man boy looked around to make sure no one else was eavesdropping, and then said: "I should thank you. If you hadn't sacrificed your life to save me yesterday, I probably wouldn't be sitting here talking to you.
Already."
"We are comrades-in-arms, and rescuing comrades-in-arms on the battlefield is a matter of course. There is no need to thank you for this kind of thing. Even if you save me in the future, I will not thank you. Because it is a matter of course."
"Okay, I got it." Tristan agreed. Looking at Ivan's retreating back, he suddenly felt that this kid Ivan was very cool.