The planned delays and negotiations all came to naught in an instant. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

The lonely wind, blowing up leaves and sweeping across the city walls, danced slowly in the sky of the city of London.

Under the blue sky, outside this historical ancient city filled with humanistic atmosphere, the Praetorian Guards and the knight legion stood silently.

In the middle of the two legions, there were two people facing each other.

The king's countenance, if I had to describe it in one word, could only be distorted.

Under his distorted face, there was an extremely shocked and panicked expression, he could feel his heart pounding, and countless conjectures about Zheng Fei's true identity quickly drifted through his mind.

Standing here, facing the army of hundreds of thousands of knights, he raised his dull gaze and landed on the horizon in the distance, and he really couldn't accept this fact for a while, and sighed.

Who is a man with an oriental face, who has brought a fleet of incomparably large fleets, and now who has returned with an army of knights that can sweep all of London, and what does he want to do?

After wandering in uneasiness for a long time, a thought suddenly flashed through the king's mind: Does he want to be the king of England?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but shudder, and thoughtfully turned his gaze to Zheng Fei.

Zheng Fei, on the other hand, stopped more than ten meters away in front of him, paying close attention to the changes in his demeanor from the beginning to the present, and the corners of his mouth turned slightly.

"Your Majesty, I'm back. Zheng Fei pretended to bend down and make a salute motion, his eyes were cold.

"Can you tell me now, who are you?"

The king's tone was full of persecution, and at this time he cared more about Zheng Fei's identity than about his own throne, because he had to figure out what kind of existence his opponent really was.

"No, you can't. Zheng Fei didn't like his tone.

"And what did you come back with the army for?" the king clenched his fists secretly, holding his breath in a restless state.

Facing the king, facing the Praetorian Guard, facing the city of London, and facing the holy place that symbolizes the royal power of England, Zheng Fei quietly closed his eyes, felt the smell of earth and swords, and took a leisurely deep breath.

How he wanted to say: I will rule England.

But he couldn't, partly because he didn't want to, and more importantly, he still remembered what Merlin said at the end of the letter.

After thousands of years, England is no longer the England it used to be, and most people's beliefs are no longer firm, if you now hold the sword of the king and declare to all beings: I want to be the king of England!

I'm afraid that there will only be ridicule and sarcasm.

The appeal of the Sword of Kings, King Arthur, and Merlin is only valid for the descendants of the Knights of the Round Table, who are their most faithful followers.

It can be said that the descendants of the Knights of the Round Table are the most precious treasure left to posterity by Merlin, the great magician and great prophet, and he hopes that the true chivalry will never be extinguished.

"I'm going to rescue my friend. Zheng Fei said flatly, opening his eyes.

"What?" the king asked confirmatively, a little unconvinced by his ears.

"I'm going to rescue my friend, don't tell me he's dead. ”

Surprise, instantly rose in the king's desperate eyes, he didn't expect the other party to only open such a condition, so that he pinched his face fiercely to see if he was in a dream.

"No, no, he has been locked up in the Tower of London—" The king exclaimed, "I will take you to him now." ”

"Okay, but I have to enter the city with the army, and your Praetorian Guard must stay outside the city. Zheng Fei smiled slyly: "I won't forget that you are a guy who likes to play tricks." ”

There was no other choice, King Edward IV could only agree to his request, otherwise if the fight really started, the Praetorian Guard would not be able to resist the offensive at all.

"Well, I hope you will also manage your army and think about the lives of all the inhabitants of London. The king gritted his teeth, turned back and took a few steps to give the Praetorian Guard an order to stay where they were.

Escorted by 10,000 elite knights, Zheng Fei stepped onto an English thoroughbred horse and entered the city leisurely.

On the streets, Londoners crowded on both sides, scrutinizing the outsiders with bewildered eyes. There are also timid people who dare not go out, hiding at home through the small window cracks, and silently looking out.

"Hey, wasn't he the leader of that fleet not long ago?" someone was surprised.

"That's right, look at the sword in his hand, I seem to have seen it somewhere, in a book, but I forgot. ”

The brilliant brilliance emitted by the King's Sword gradually attracted everyone who saw it, and that kind of sacred faith could not be replicated.

Observing that everyone was watching, Zheng Fei smiled happily and raised the King's Sword and swung it a few times.

"This sword... Where did you get that?" the king frowned, staring at the glittering blade with amazement in his eyes.

Apparently, he recognized the sword of kings.

"You must know the secret chamber hidden under the Tower of London, otherwise you wouldn't have sent troops to guard it. ”

"I know that my ancestors left me clues to go to the Tower of London to find the holy artifact of LinkedIn Gran, but that secret room is surrounded by the hardest stones, I have tried with swords, chisels and even shelling, and have never been able to open the gap, how did you get in?"

"Unlock the code, of course, and walk in through the gate. ”

"No way, that door is full of strange symbols, I have asked soothsayers from all over the world, and they all claim to have never seen them!"

"That's why I'm the lucky one chosen by God. Zheng Fei raised his eyebrows provocatively, and ignored him.

The king cursed silently in hatred and annoyance, and gasped for breath.

Tower of London.

It's still a heavily guarded prison, a bunch of black crows wandering around with nothing to do.

The guards pushed open the prison door, and under the guidance of the king, Zheng Fei walked to the cell in Santiago.

He heard a groan... Moaning, is the kind of disease-free moaning that hurts to be idle, as if expressing boredom and dissatisfaction in the heart.

Santiago was half-lying on the dead grass, his face covered with his own rags, and his eyes stared at the sky where there were no clouds, and he picked up the dead grass under his ass one by one.

"Forget it. Forget it when you're dead. Forget it...", he repeated over and over again, he couldn't count how many days he had been locked in, and he stayed in prison all day waiting for his companions to come to his rescue, and at night he had to be routinely whipped twice by the guards.

"In Atlanta, you save even the arms sellers, but you don't come to save me. He muttered, jealous.

At this moment, a voice came from behind him that made him freeze instantly.

"Ahem, I didn't plan to come back, but it's a little unbearable to think about it, because there is no one to drink with me. ”

Zheng Fei smiled evilly, took out the wine jug and knocked it twice on the door frame, and threw it in.