The golden afterglow of the setting sun shrouded the bustling city of London, with buildings standing next to each other on both sides of the street, and the walls were a very pleasant-looking color. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

English girls, with their high noses and delicate features, are the most popular part of the day in the evening, when they can take a shower and change into long tulle dresses, sit lazily cross-legged in chairs in front of the window, and look out into the street with wide eyes to watch the passers-by.

They have lovely smiles on their lips, hoping to meet their Prince Charming in the crowd. Perhaps, every girl here has a little princess dream in her heart.

Santiago began to probe his brain again, but this time he could only look at it, let alone go to bed, because this is a city that values etiquette and order, and a certain industry is not so developed.

"I love that. He raised his hand and pointed at a pure and lovely blonde girl, who was caught and rolled her eyes.

"I need to stay away from you. Zheng Fei quickened his pace.

"Hey, don't you like it? Say it out loud if you like, that's what you taught me. Santiago happily chased after him.

When Zheng Fei and his party were about to reach the corner of the street, they, like the others, were stopped by a group of guards.

"When the king travels, he must clear the road ahead. The guard said in a deep voice.

"Where is the king going?" Zheng Fei asked casually.

"Dock, haven't you heard that a huge fleet has broken into London?" After a pause, the guard looked at his face curiously for a moment, "Well, your London accent is very standard, but it's strange why you don't look like a local?"

"Oh~ That's right, my grandfather migrated from a far away country. ”

As he spoke, the royal family's motorcade appeared in the street ahead, consisting of dozens of magnificent carriages, speeding towards the docks, the wheels rolling and dusty.

"Ho, that's majestic. People covered their noses with sarcasm, their eyes full of jealousy and contempt.

"Look at our king, you know how to wander around all day long, so I miss the ancient legend of King Arthur~"

King arthur.

Hearing this name, Zheng Fei couldn't help but chuckle in his heart, and then raised his eyebrows slightly, slightly hooking the corners of his mouth.

Unexpectedly, thousands of years have passed, and King Arthur still has such a great influence on the people of England and is a symbol of divine immortality.

And this influence can definitely be used well, after all, the Eternal Knife is still in his hand.

Not to mention anything else, Zheng Fei can be 100% sure that there must be many more descendants of the Knights of the Round Table left in England than scattered in other places, and if a group of descendants of the knights are recruited, they can greatly increase their productivity and combat effectiveness.

After a little thought, the idea was gradually settled, but it was not yet time to implement it, and the first priority was to rush back to the docks to meet the King of England and his royal family.

When the royal convoy was far away, the road was lifted, Zheng Fei beckoned a carriage and headed straight for the dock.

Ten minutes later, he saw that the dock was crowded with people, some of whom had come to see the big boats, others who had come to watch the battle.

"Hey, hey, why don't you start fighting?"

"Look at that ship, it's a fortress!"

They talked nonsense.

At dusk, on the docks of Notda, the Spartan Legion confronted the Royal Knights of England.

Numerically, the Royal Knights had a slight advantage, but they were slow to attack.

Even though each of them was the best of the best, they would never dare to underestimate the strength of their opponents, from the size, demeanor and aura of the Spartan warriors, they could clearly perceive that this was a group of steely warriors, and the fearless eyes alone were enough to make them ashamed.

Straddled on a brightly colored English thoroughblood, the commander of the Royal Knights rolled his eyes restlessly, clenched his saber in his hand, and pricked up his ears for the king's orders.

However, the king was also hesitating, the knight legion was his strongest helper, and he did not want to use them to fight each other.

Long.

The commander of "Your Majesty...... King" finally couldn't hold it anymore, and he couldn't bear to make eye contact with the Spartan warrior's cold gaze.

"Don't worry Wellington, take a look at the situation and wait for their leader to come out. The king lifted his gaze past the spartan legions, which stood solemnly, and looked at the extremely large fleet anchored on the shore, and at the great warships led by the Victory.

"God, did they build the fort on the sea?" he muttered to himself, distracted, "if this fleet belonged to England, I would unite Scotland and Ireland forever." ”

Hearing the instructions, the commander named Wellington quietly held his breath, did not dare to look at the enemy, and stared into the distance at the sunset that was about to sink to the sea.

More than a decade ago, he joined the Royal Knights Legion and became a high-profile officer.

However, this may be endless glory for others, but in his opinion, it is a shame.

Because he was a loser, he was replaced by an unexpected situation.

More than ten years ago, he participated in the annual Noble Knight Tournament, and two other people participated that year, Brad and Senna.

As a result of the tournament, Brad won the championship followed by Senna, while he Wellington was third.

Later, Brad gave up the opportunity to avenge his father and became a notorious killer, and Senna disappeared with him, and in desperation, he was defeated by the top.

This incident is an eternal scar in his heart and a shame.

Although he has sat in the position of commander today, the inferiority complex has never disappeared, and this wine causes him to involuntarily feel weak whenever he faces a strong man like the Spartan warrior.

At this time, a few drops of cold sweat on his cheeks slowly slid down.

Zheng Fei squeezed through the crowd with difficulty, stood in front of the Spartan legion, faced the king and the knight legion, and smiled.

After a moment's silence, the king bowed his head: "You are their leader?"

"Yes. ”

"Where are you from?"

"From a very distant place. ”

"Far away, where is it?"

Stagnant, Zheng Fei shrugged his shoulders and smiled slyly: "This, I can't tell you." ”

The king raised the corners of his mouth nonchalantly: "Then what did you come to London for?, I hope you will understand that even if you have a strong navy, you are still far from conquering England." ”

"Don't worry, I don't mean anything, I'm just passing by here for a few days and I'll be leaving soon. ”

Hearing this, the king narrowed his eyes and was skeptical: "Yes, I have never heard of a route that passes through London, and here is either the beginning or the end of the voyage." (To be continued.) )