Following King Arthur's call, a tall, mighty, handsome knight walked in from the door.
With a pair of green eyes and crisp black short hair, the man appeared in front of Lianyin wearing a luxurious black armor inlaid with gold.
His simple and delicate appearance left a very deep impression on people, as if he was synonymous with greatness and integrity, and his face as a mature man was also commensurate with his strong and full muscles. The whole person from face to toes gave people an impression of
There is a feeling of oneness, as if God used the most standard mold to create this most standard man.
The tall and mighty knight bowed respectfully to Lianyin and said gently: "Miss Lianyin, I am Westad, the Knight of the Round Table. His Majesty the King has ordered me to escort you two mother and son home. Please follow me."
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"There's no need to be so exaggerated, Your Majesty..." Seeing the tall and handsome knight's serious expression, Lianyin couldn't help but cast a look at King Arthur for help.
Seeing doubts on Lianyin's face, King Arthur smiled disapprovingly and said: "It's just for safety reasons, Lianyin. Westad is my most reliable and brave knight. With him, no bad guy can hurt you and you."
My son, it’s not peaceful at all lately, so just let him escort you for a while.”
"Then...Okay." Lianyin sighed and did not refuse. Although she was still clueless at this time, she, like King Arthur and Vivian, seemed to have a vague sense of something: Husky may have been manipulated by some unknown force.
Eyed.
"Come on, young man." Westad took the initiative to take the dog-man boy from Lianyin and hug him, "Uncle will protect you. Let's go home."
"Hmm..." Husky growled. As a child, he was instinctively hostile to Westad. But with so many adults watching, he couldn't say anything and could only pretend to be tired and cling to him.
In the arms of the tall knight, he pretended to be submissive.
Lianyin mistakenly took Husky's submissive reaction as a sign that he liked this knight. She glanced at Westad again.
------Well, this knight is indeed a standard handsome man. Moreover, he is mature and steady, and seems to be a good partner worthy of his lifelong support.
"Let's go, my cavalry is parked outside the castle." Westad nodded to Lianyin, turned around and walked out with the dog-man boy in his arms.
Lianyin sighed, tried her best to put away the strange thoughts in her mind, and followed quickly.
"You're such a bad matchmaker. She saw through your thoughts easily." Vivian also hugged her son and prepared to leave, not forgetting to scold Arthur.
"Uh, what kind of matchmaker?" Arthur's eyes wandered away, intending to pretend to be stupid: "I don't know anything."
"Tsk---no more, I'm going back too." Vivian shook her head and walked out.
"Are you sure you don't need any guards, Vivian?" The King of Knights added: "Palamedes and your sons have all gone to take the exam, and your house is empty. If anyone wants to hit Little Hal,
idea------"
Arthur's idea was right. Since Husky and Hal were lured into the unknown castle together, either one of them might be the target.
------It's right, but it makes people feel uncomfortable. At least Vivian feels uncomfortable.
Of course Vivian also thought about the possibility that Little Hal would be attacked.
But she is not a fool, she thinks further and more thoroughly, and has already made a plan for the next step.
She calmly replied to the King of Knights: "I have a large group of guard golems in my house, but where are they empty? They are much more reliable than the knights you sent."
"But---"
"Okay, don't interfere with my family's affairs." Vivian's tone was full of unapproachable coldness: "If you dare to send a tall and handsome Knight of the Round Table to seduce me, I will definitely talk to Palamidi
Si said. If you let that big cat know, he will definitely come and chop you down."
"Pfft... so scary." Arthur turned away and sneered: "Okay, whatever you want. Just pay attention to safety."
Although he was well aware of Vivian's skills, ordinary gangsters could not do anything to this succubus who was equally skilled in swordsmanship and spells. Even if the situation really got worst, she could still use teleportation to escape.
She is actually more than enough to protect little Hal by herself. Arthur's excessive worry is just an insult to Vivian.
"Um...Uncle Arthur, Meow?" Little Hal woke up at this time. Hearing the conversation between Vivian and Arthur, he asked softly: "What is seducing Meow?"
"No, it's nothing." Arthur quickly put away the previous topic: "How's it going, little guy? I hope what happened today didn't give you any unpleasant memories."
"No meow..." Hal whispered: "I won't blame him, Husky and I are good friends, meow..."
"It seems that I have really made a good friend." King Arthur showed a loving smile: "You will also want to be good friends with him in the future. Of course, if he wants to do something dangerous, you must dissuade him."
"I understand, meow." The leopard boy whispered, his breath still very weak.
"I will send you back with my Dragon Rider." Arthur turned to Vivian and said, "Don't go to Merlin's research institute to help out tomorrow. Please spend some time with Hal."
"No, the production of the turbid armor is in full swing. If possible, I want to get it done as soon as possible." Vivian said disapprovingly.
(This is an obsessive-compulsive disorder that will last a lifetime.)
"Tomorrow is a holiday..." Arthur muttered in a low voice.
"That means you have more time to take care of this child." Vivian said ruthlessly.
King Arthur was completely stunned.
"What? As an uncle, can't you even play with your nephew?" Vivian shrugged.
Arthur murmured in his heart, according to common sense, Hal's mother should play with her son during the holidays, instead of leaving her son to his uncle to take care of him, right?
"I finally understand why you kept Hal in the Turks for so many years instead of taking him over to Great Britain." Arthur said gloomily.
"That's right, the education they provide is great." Vivian said pertinently: "People are smarter than you think and can teach children. Especially knowledge about herbal medicine. I would also like to learn it if I have time.
one time."
(It turns out that Vivian is just too lazy to take care of the children by herself.)
Little Hal cast a sad look at Arthur, and King Arthur let out a long sigh.
One o'clock in the morning, along the Nile River, in the forest near the Sixth Falls.
After struggling all night, everyone fell asleep. Only Palamedes, who was responsible for keeping watch, was still tinkering with something.
He put the packet of light stone powder (obtained from Chanel) into a stone bowl and refined it.
After being lightly crushed to remove impurities, these special mineral dusts float on the water one by one, turning into an orderly, shimmering film.
Bediwell, who was about to sleep, found a comfortable position to lie down next to Albert. Seeing the big cat still doing something, he couldn't help but asked in a low voice: "What are you still doing?"
"Is this it?" the Leopard Warrior replied softly, and at the same time, he evenly applied the heated resin on the surface of a piece of parachute cloth. Before it became cold, he flipped it over and placed it upside down on the water surface of the stone bowl.
The resin that was quickly frozen by the clear water quickly absorbed the light stone film on the water surface. When Palamedes picked up the small piece of cloth again, in addition to a thin and flexible layer of resin on the surface of the cloth, there was also a layer of resin on the surface of the resin.
There is also an extra layer of light silver, with a shimmering light stone film.
"Hmph hum~ As you can see, I'm coating these fabrics with polished stone." The Leopard Warrior seemed to be in a good mood, humming a tune in a low voice, even speaking in a cat voice: "Make dozens of these.
This thing is just a natural photon reflector."
Just like a magnet, the particles of light stone have their own natural polarity. The positive pole is always upward, and vice versa.
By mashing these light stone powders into fine pieces and letting them float on the water, you can simply arrange each light stone particle into an orderly array according to their polarity.
If a stable direct current is passed through both ends of this matrix, the distance matrix composed of light stone powder will begin to absorb the photons in the environment and reflect them out at a ninety-degree angle (vertically) with the distance matrix surface, and finally form
A steady propulsion.
It was an indigenous method used by ancient people to make photon reflectors more than 3,000 years ago. Combined with some indigenous electricity creation devices, people at that time were able to create extremely weak force fields. So primitive, yet so natural, Bei
Deville didn't expect to see it with his own eyes.
Palamedes seems to want to rely on photon mirrors to create greater propulsion and make the raft go faster.
But, can this crude reflector really work?
Not wanting the Leopard Warrior to work too hard, the Werewolf couldn't wait to pour a bucket of cold water on it: "Give up, it's useless. Even if you can make a photon reflector, where will we get the electricity?"
The big cat smiled mysteriously: "Well, you don't have to worry at all, meow~"
Bedivere wondered for a while. But he was really sleepy now, and he was not in the mood to ask Paramedis anymore, so he pulled more quilts from Al: "Okay, keep working hard. I
Go to sleep, good night."
In the silence of the Nile spring night, Bedivere only closed his eyes for a few minutes before falling into a drowsy sleep.
At the same time(?), in a certain old castle.
The ancient king Kesser broke free from the shackles of crystallization and fell out of the vent.
There are still many crystal clusters on his body, making this thousand-year-old corpse look like it is wearing a white armor, which is both weird and scary.
He opened his pair of pale and yellow corpse eyes, and looked around faintly with his pupilless eyes.
However, there was no one in this dark room--King Arthur and others had escaped from this ghost place for a long time.
The ancient king stamped his feet angrily, shaking off many crystal clusters from his body.
A low, extremely vague sound came from the depths of his dry throat: "Ha~~~Si~~~ki~~~---"
Then he took off an ornament from his waist. It was exactly what the dog-man boy had left behind, the amulet his father had given him.
The Ancient Living Corpse King opened his withered and decayed palm and looked at the amulet carefully.
An ordinary silver necklace is inlaid with a milky white stone.
------That is the replica of the [Stone of Hope] that the great mage Merlin gave to the werewolf Bedivere.