Listening to Bert's story about the descendants of the knights, Zheng Fei was silent, he lowered his head and gently rubbed the intricately carved hilt in his hand. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

He sighed for the fate of the knights, and these heroes with faith and obsession deserve everyone's respect.

"I'm the current commander, and our food can't last until the fall. Bert stared at the sky outside the window and sighed, "Coupled with the fact that the warehouse was set on fire by the infiltrators today, it will be difficult to survive the fall." ”

Apparently, the arsonist was sent by the Scottish royal family in order to push the knights into a corner, and they had to obey it.

Hearing this, Zheng Fei curled the corners of his mouth.

"Not necessarily, because I'm here. ”

"Huh?" Bert frowned, staring into his eyes in confusion.

At this time, Aresto, who was standing beside Zheng Fei, picked up a scroll and respectfully handed it to Zheng Fei, his eyes full of divine aura.

Zheng Fei took the scroll and slowly spread it out.

The moment he saw the familiar font line, Bert was stunned.

He rubbed his eyes hard a few times in disbelief and gasped.

After a short period of sluggishness, he hurried to his room as if he had lost his soul, took out an old wooden box from under the bed, and took out a scroll of the same size.

Dusting off the dust, what is revealed in front of me is the letter that has long been sealed in memory.

"In a thousand years, there will be such a person, he is the lucky one I have chosen, and he has the same wisdom as me, and he will receive the sword of kings......"

Bert knelt on one knee on the cold ground, his eyes already lost, and he reverently lifted the scroll above his head, examined it with teary eyes, and muttered, "Merlin... Merlin..."

He wept, the first time he had shed as long as he could remember.

He made no secret of his tears, letting the hot drops slip down his cheeks.

He was laughing, laughing madly from the heart, so mad that he thumped his chest a few times, and shouted to the sky: "Merlin, knights, we are free!"

Looking at his almost crazy performance, Zheng Fei smiled knowingly and raised his eyebrows at Ares: "Hey, when I found you in Lisbon, did you feel the same way?"

"Want to hear the truth?" said Ares with a sly smile.

"Of course. ”

"Okay~ I felt a sense of oppression at the time, because I didn't want to give up my current life to return to fighting, but on the other hand, I had to obey King Arthur and obey the Eternal Blade. But now, I feel like I made the right decision. Ares grinned, baring his teeth.

"Hmm~ This is indeed the truth. Zheng Fei patted him on the shoulder and looked back at Bert, who was kneeling on the ground not far away.

"Their unshakable obsession made me, a fellow descendant of the Knights of the Round Table, feel ashamed. Ares sighed faintly.

Ten minutes, it took more than ten minutes for Bert to collect his excitement and run back from the room with the scroll in his hand.

He was arrogant by nature, but he couldn't control his smile at this time, half crying and half laughing, rubbing his nose, and looking at Zheng Fei sincerely.

"Finally you have arrived, one of you who has a great mission, please sound the horn of progress and lead all our knight descendants to revive the majesty of the Arthurian era!"

"That's not what Merlin has given me. Zheng Fei shrugged: "Do you know why Merlin left this letter for your ancestors, so that you can live such a life away from the outside world?"

"Huh?" said Bert.

"Because he doesn't want the Knights of the Round Table to be a plate of loose sand, he wants your glorious glory to be indelible. ”

These words made Debert gaze at the sky again and sigh reverently: "Great Merlin." ”

"Alright, let's go and announce the good news to everyone. ”

After saying that, Zheng Fei took out Wang Yin's shining king's sword, placed it vertically between his eyebrows, and ordered in a deep voice: "The time to go on the expedition has come, knights." ”

Within half an hour, the news spread to every corner of the city.

Zheng Fei stepped onto one of the best English thoroughbreds, holding the sword of the king, and slowly marched down the street, receiving the most sincere support from the people on both sides.

"He's coming, he's finally here!"

"We can finally get out of here!"

"Don't go hungry anymore!"

At this time, Zheng Fei was thinking about another question - how can hundreds of thousands of people be brought to the Americas?

According to the fact that each ship can carry hundreds of people, it also needs at least 1,000 large ships.

There was only one way, and that was to get it from the English army.

So, how to get it?

Of course, rob.

Is it really good to rob the English for no reason? What's wrong, who let them plot to capture Santiago first.

The people on the side of the street, they looked at Zheng Fei as if they were looking at God, this person made them and their ancestors wait for thousands of years, and finally appeared as scheduled according to Merlin's prediction.

They frantically waved their arms and shouted in unison with one word: Hero!

The shout shook the earth and resounded in the sky!

"Thank you, Merlin. ”

This is the first time Zheng Fei has thanked someone he has never met from the bottom of his heart.

The sun shrouded the city, which looked like a village, and even the horses galloping on the grasslands on the outskirts seemed to be human, and they were returning one after another.

The knights stepped out of the deck, put on armor that had not been touched for years, found their own horses, and prepared to go.

When it comes to going on the expedition, they are really a little excited.

It was not until late evening that the frenzy of the people finally subsided, and the family members began to pack their belongings and wait to follow the knights on their way.

As the sun sets over the West Mountains in the distance, Zheng Fei leans under the big oak tree for dinner, preparing to spend the night here before setting off.

"Commander, the knights are ready and ready to go. Bert reported.

"Have a good night's rest and leave tomorrow. ”

"Okay, so where are we going?"

"London, my best friend is trapped there, I have to get him out. ”

Hearing this, Bert raised his eyebrows slightly, and then quickly replied, "Yes." ”

"Why, you think it's your motherland, and you can't do it?"

"No, the Knights of the Round Table are only subordinate to King Arthur and Merlin, thousands of years have passed, and England is no longer the England it used to be, and it is ruled by only villains who only know how to compete for power. ”

"That's right. Zheng Fei nodded approvingly, and then beckoned to Ares not far away: "Take a few people back the same way, lead the fleet back to the mouth of the Thames, don't enter London first, wait there." ”

"What about you?" asked Ares.

"I'm going to take the knight legion myself, because they can't read the map and compass I have drawn. ”

Zheng Fei picked up a green grass and put it at the corner of his mouth, bit it, let the faint bitter taste spread in his mouth, and raised his eyes to look at the sky, the vast plain, the magnificent sunset.

These hundreds of thousands of people in front of us are a valuable asset for the development of the Americas, and they may become the first colonizers in the true sense of the word.