Chapter 57: Exploring the Western Paradise (Part 2)
Chapter 57 Exploring the West (Part 2)
night.
"As I said, I have already taken a shower..." Bedivere said reluctantly.
"Can't you wash again after washing?" Arthur pulled the orc boy into the bathhouse, "Everyone is waiting, come in quickly, why are you shy!"
Bedivere frowned and walked into the bathhouse.
"Hey, Bedi! Here!" the fish-man boy shouted, "It's great, it's like the four of us have reserved such a big bathhouse."
"It's not good at all. The public bathhouse of the Knights is very dirty." Bedivere reluctantly soaked in the bath. But the clear hot water made him immediately feel that it was not too bad.
"What a germophobic brat. No wonder he always wipes the bathtub in the dormitory so clean." Arthur also sat in the bathtub, "Well, let's get back to the topic."
"Arthur," Kai interjected, "if you feel uncomfortable talking about the part, just stop there and let me pick up."
"It doesn't matter." Arthur waved his hand, "So, about Lancelot."
"Wait. It doesn't matter if you say it here?" Bedivere interrupted.
"The bathhouse and the dining hall are two places in the Knights that will never have bugs. Don't worry." Kai explained.
"Okay, do you want me to continue talking?" Arthur said angrily.
"I'm sorry. Go on." "Who is Lancelot?"
(Arthur ignored the words of the two brats and began to speak) "You also know that Lancelot and I have been fostered in Sir Acto's home since we were children. I have my own special reasons, but Lancelot
...It's because of his father. Lancelot du Lac, his father, Sir Lac, was actually the strongest swordsman in Pantorac, no, probably in Europe at that time. Yes
A great swordsman who carries the name of Sword Master. But this man’s name has been completely erased from the main story of history, and only appears in the secret files of black history.”
"Black, black history?!" Bedivel said, "But, why?"
"Because of the heinous crime that the Sword Saint Rak committed. He committed treason. He was the culprit who caused the destruction of Pantoraken's royal city, Holy Camelot, in the flames of war ten years ago!" Arthur
Having said this, he clenched his fists tightly.
"Arthur!" Kai interrupted.
"I know." Arthur said, "It doesn't matter, let me continue.---It was only later that it was found out that the sword master, Sir Rak, was actually a Roman. He had been a spy sent by Rome to Pantorakon from the beginning.
.Although the Eastern Roman Empire is no longer as powerful as the Roman Empire in the past, they still have never given up the idea of seizing Pantoracen."
"Then Lancelot also...?!"
"I don't know." Arthur said sadly, "Sir Lark is dead, and the only remaining heir, Lancelot, hid his identity and was fostered with me in Sir Actor's house. I thought he would forget the past.
, living peacefully. But... now I can no longer be sure of anything. The Grand Duke of Lyon Dickens told me that Lancelot actually has a sister in France. And France, who is pro-Roman, is very likely
He used his sister's story to blackmail Lancelot and let him go to Rome."
"How can this be done! Using family affection to threaten people, you despicable guy...!" Bedivere said angrily.
"But there is nothing we can do. Lancelot looks cold, but he is a gentle person at heart. Being threatened like this, he probably ran to Rome regardless of anything. Fortunately, there is no lack of information in the Knights. Lancelot
Te just ran away and has not been regarded as betraying the Knights."
"I just want to tell you," Arthur said solemnly, "Don't let Lancelot's friendship affect your judgment. When we meet next time, he is probably already our enemy. Turn your back.
If he does, he might give you a sword from behind."
"Lancelot is not such a person." The orc boy frowned deeply and said gloomily, "I don't want to see our friend like this. Arthur, didn't you grow up with him? What kind of person is he?
Do you know the best? Then why do you say such things about not trusting your friends?"
"For Lancelot, it is better to choose real relatives than childhood friends like us. If I were in his position, I would choose the same way." Arthur said.
"What a painful choice." Bedivere whispered, "Um...Tristan? Can you stop poking the soles of my feet while we are talking?" He turned to the fishman boy beside him.
"Huh? It's boring to hear you talk about things I don't understand, but I didn't poke you." The fish-man boy said, "Idiot Kai?"
"Who would do those little tricks that only children can do!" Kai said angrily, "I have been taking a bath honestly! Arthur... No, Arthur is even more impossible...
That is to say..."
"Everyone calm down. I'll count to three and everyone jumps out of the water together," Arthur said.
"Three." Everyone was on guard.
"Two." Bedivere shuddered, and something touched his feet again.
"One." Before he could finish counting, Arthur had already leapt out of the water and rushed to pick up his lightsaber from the pile of clothes.