"What are you going to do?" Sitting in the vehicle known as a car, Gryffindor lay idly with toothpicks hanging from it, looking at the clean sky through the skylight.

It was a time of peace, and in their time, every day the sky was shrouded in terrible darkness, with the resentment of dead souls, and the poisonous fog of dark wizards and alchemists.

Xiwen didn't answer him directly, but shifted the topic to another matter: "Someone's mouth is good, but in fact he is still not at ease, isn't it? ”

Gryffindor scratched his head in embarrassment. JPEG.

"What are you doing with such sharp eyes, is it thousands of years of voyeur girls taking baths...... It hurts, it hurts, it hurts. "Gryffindor, who was punished by the West for justice, is paralyzed.

"Actually, I know if you don't say it. Gryffindor was a little more serious, and there was a hint of worry between his eyebrows, "Every time an era of talent emerges from a race, it is the most difficult and darkest era. I don't know how far this catastrophe will be, but I see that the king has awakened......"

"Yo, I didn't expect the ancestral slime's head to think so much, it's really not easy. Sivin looked at Godric Gryffindor with a serious face and remembered his former friend, Gouri Kabulev.

That stupid wandering swordsman who was teased by Xiwen, Serana, and Lena every time, but every time there was danger, he was the first to rush up and face it, and in the blink of an eye, it was already a thousand years ago.

"It's the first time I've ever seen the king...... "Gryffindor's eyes wandered around as he navigated through a dense jungle.

Dense towering trees, green as if they were from another dimension. Occasionally, in the clearing, a glimmer of sunlight shining on the mist in the woods, carries a wonderful sense of sacredness.

Taking a deep breath and listening carefully in the quiet forest, it seemed that they could hear whispers again, as if many creatures were watching them in the forest.

"Why, don't you build a convenient road here......"

"Because this is the point of connection between the worlds, there are two on earth, one in Siberia, one here, one guarded by the Siberian One himself, and here guarded by the kings and heroic spirits of Britain.

No one knows where the last catastrophe will be, or from Siberia, but it is clear that after that day, the whole world will be gone. ”

After a moment of silence, Gryffindor scratched his head and grinned, "On that day, I must fight happily, even if I die in battle, maybe I can become a hero through the ages." ”

"Aren't you afraid of death?" asked Siwen curiously, "And you've never asked how your family is doing since your resurrection." ”

Godric Gryffindor shook his head: "Although it is Gryffindor now, our blood is still the blood of the Kabulev family, we are wandering magic swordsmen, fearless people who walk alone. ”

Wow!

The moment I walked out of the jungle, I suddenly opened up, and the whole snow-white palace shone in the sun, and the steps extended all the way to the highest point of the entire royal city.

The neat houses are located on all sides, like starry arches guarding the central palace. The extension of the palace is the northern hilltop, where the massive red dragon Aoda Weiying hovers.

A man dressed in green, even with his hat, jumped beside them, his dagger and bow and arrow indicating his identity, a sentry.

"Does that guy Robinson have to dye all the sentinels he led in the color of forgiveness?"

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that this full-body forgiveness color has a good protective effect in the jungle.

"The king has been waiting in there for a long time. The sentinel led them to the palace, and along the way, Gryffindor noticed that the dwellings were built from all eras in Britain.

"This palace ...... How much gold does it take to repair it, it's a waste of money ......," Gryffindor had just said a few words, and a cold gaze locked on him.

"Please don't comment on Wang's policies and resolutions in Wangcheng, this is the most basic bottom line here. Besides, there's magic, you don't need those soft metals," the Sentinel prompted, and Godric Gryffindor stuck out his tongue to show that he understood.

The squeaky opening of the palace doors with a few people high shows the weight of the doors, and the unique architectural design makes the whole hall not as dark as other castles.

Godric Gryffindor couldn't help but step on the ground a few more times, the feel of the carpet was the best he had ever seen and felt. Stepping on it, the sound of clattering footsteps is deep and solemn.

"Godric Gryffindor, you will follow Gawain to be in charge of all the swordsmanship cultivation in the royal capital, as well as the cultivation of the magic swordsman army, go down. ”

A clear, loud, penetrating and authoritative voice came from the throne, and Gryffindor inexplicably felt a terrible coercion, even more than that of the red dragon.

This made him not even dare to look up at the throne, and left the palace with the knight who thought he had come over, and the palace door was slammed shut, leaving only Xiwen.

The figure on the throne did not move for a long time, but was silent, and the entire palace hall was silent.

Xiwen was about to say something helplessly, when an angry voice sounded: "Shut up! Shut up! Don't speak!"

……

"Why don't you say anything?" the figure on the throne gradually approached, and the sound of metal grinding kept ringing.

Xiwen said that the baby is so pitiful, didn't you say that you wouldn't let me speak?

Xiwen looked at the person who had already come closer, and his long blonde hair was tied high into a ponytail, which was Xiwen's favorite hairstyle. The lovely face with a hint of rebellion was still the same as it had been before she fell asleep.

"Little Mo. Siwen stretched out his hand to rub the girl's blonde hair as before, but stopped in mid-air, and he promised her that he would not do such a thing again.

"Even another five hundred years can't shake her position in your heart, right?" The girl's delicate face and talkative eyes were full of rage.

The hatred in the girl's eyes frightened both of Sivin, who had thought that five hundred years of slumber would neutralize the distortion in her mind caused by Morgan's magic, but now it seemed to be accumulating more and more.

"You will always be our daughter, whether it is Lily or me, I love you from the bottom of my heart, little Mo. ”

"No!"

The girl gritted her teeth and looked a little hideous: "I, Mordre Pendragon, challenge you in the name of King Arthur, my dear, Uncle Bedwell! ”