The blade of the persuader's sword bloomed with a silver-white light, and the silver lines stretched upwards along Lin Moyang's hand like a creeper, and this vision made the eyes of everyone present widen. The persuader is the family heirloom sword of the House of Grimm, which almost represents the sacred surname "Bein". Under normal circumstances, such a weapon should be like the Vermilion Bird that Green was holding in his hand at this time, and it should not be activated by Lin Moyang's hands. No matter how good Lin Moyang is, it is impossible.

Could it be that Lin Moyang was the illegitimate son of the Bein family who remained in China? The students in the audience began to whisper. The agent and the knight are actually brothers of similar blood, and some of the students in the audience who were not there to watch the duel finally found an opportunity and booed.

"Well, it's been a long time since there has been a candidate who can be accepted by the persuader. To everyone's surprise, Bein wasn't too surprised, even if his eyes were wide open. "There is no bloodline restriction in the persuader, as long as it is a kind-hearted person, this sword can be activated. Green said lightly, even if this statement is really difficult for the average mysterious family to accept. The family legacy, the family traditions, the family secrets, the family lineage, these things once maintained the relationship between every member of the mysterious world in that chaotic and chaotic era.

On each family heirloom weapon, there is a blood curse left by the blood of the members of the past generations, which cannot be erased and cannot be used by outsiders. Anyone who wishes to use these weapons will inevitably suffer the wrath of generations or even generations of weapon owners.

"Is it unexpected?" Green raised the Vermilion Bird with both hands and held it up in front of Lin Moyang's eyes. Lin Moyang also handed the persuader back to Green's hands. The silver light was extinguished instantly, just like a silent Suzaku.

"You are Chinese, you don't know my family. Green returned the sword to the sheath, reached out and patted Lin Moyang's shoulder affectionately. "Tired, aren't you? I think our fight can be over for a while. I don't know much about the Four Spirit Blades, but you've already activated two weapons in a short period of time, which should be quite a burden on your stamina. ”

"You're so understanding, I'm getting tired, can you eat early?" replied Lin Moyang. Now he really can't fight anymore, and the recovery speed of his qi is far from keeping up with the consumption speed of the first breath, which is like a black hole. After all, he was only half-, and he should have known that.

"Yes, people say that, but I don't think so, I think everyone should have a heart that can empathize with the pain of others. I'm just a little more sensitive than the average person. Green said indifferently, he stepped forward and hugged Lin Moyang like an old friend.

This represents reconciliation and suspension in the tradition of dueling.

The students in the audience gave a standing ovation, and Green turned around and took Lin Moyang's hand and waved to the surrounding audience.

It wasn't a good duel, it was more like a friendly exchange between two old friends. Both showed their strength to be adequate. Their performances are worthy of the title of Sword of Damocles. All they know is that this organization is the newly formed Round Table Council, bringing together all the elites of the new generation of the Round Table Council. But no one knows what the ultimate goal of this organization is, perhaps the next generation of Round Table members.

"Laugh. The person who greets you must be greeted with the same respect. Green laughed, and he reached out and raised Lin Moyang's hand. "The canteen has a few Chinese chefs, I'm afraid you won't be used to British food. At the same time, he lowered his voice and added: "They always thought that the cafeteria had improved the food. Don't tell other students about this. ”

"What is the direction of the wind. The voice in the headset asked indifferently, as usual.

"Yes, the wind direction is normal, the thermal response is stable, the target is not reacting, and there is no movement. The woman replied through the headset next to her ear, her voice sleek and clear.

The voice on the other side of the headset no longer sounded, but another man's lazy voice came from the tent behind her: "Your Excellency has come to inquire about the situation again?"

"Jelig, watch the tone of your voice, or I'll gouge out your tongue. Natasha turned around, and the delicate face of the Ukrainian girl was full of solemn murderous intent, which made people shudder.

Archaeological Camp No. 13, which claims to be conducting archaeological and routine inspections of the ruins, has been stationed in the camp since reporting to the local government. Everyone has a perfect background in archaeology. All kinds of procedures are complete.

But everyone here has another identity – a pilgrim.

It is affiliated with Galahad, the largest member organization of the Round Table Council.

If God says there should be light, then who cares about ants in the shadows? When a great man was entrenched on the top of a mountain basking in the sun, how could he ever think of crawling at the foot of the mountain and chasing the untouchables of light? We forge ahead, but we are not valued because of our blood, and we are turned away because of our talents, but we are rejected because of our origins. We have no honor, we have no family background, and even we have no human rights. We are the bottom of the mysterious world, the dust spurned by the aristocracy.

So we gathered together around the Holy One. And the Holy One shines His light upon me. We are pilgrims, we are devout people. We are the Garahad Blade. Holy to me light, I will shed blood for the holy.

Pilgrims, the organization of Galahad. Since Galahad's entry into the Roundtable, his organization has grown from strength to strength, and Galahad has found the Holy Grail for the Roundtable and joined the Council of the Roundtable. The year was 1950 and Galahad was 22 years old.

Then the youngest honorary member in the history of the Round Table Council made reasonable use of every ounce of privilege at his disposal. His operational prowess amazed all the older generation of Round Table members. Calm, efficient, and ruthless, it took him two years to build the prototype of the pilgrims, when there were only a few hundred pilgrims

A down-and-out wizard who lost his status and his family due to the war in World War II. As the Round Table, he gathered all the unrecognized wizards, bounty hunters, druids, and he sprinkled the glory of the Round Table on everyone who was seen as dirt but cared for the glory of the past. Then, in the devout support of his adherents like believers, a behemoth called the Pilgrim was created. Until then, no one had dared to conceive of such a grand organization, from lowly wizards who could only play one or two tricks, to new wizards with ambitions but spurned by the old traditional wizarding rules, and the pilgrims mocked those who clinged to their families, societies, and revealed their terrifying and awe-inspiring bodies.

There are 30,000 registered pilgrims who, in the name of Galahad, are active in all areas of the world, fully displaying their talents. Some of them were born with a clumsy talent for magic, but they had an amazing talent for business and finance. So they flexed their financial talents among the pilgrims to make a profit for the pilgrims, and the pilgrims defended the shaky honor of the wizarding world in the name of the collective. While there are those who mix magic and science, expelled from the school by the old-fashioned alchemists, and among the pilgrims, they can vent their talents to their heart's content, studying the mixture of science and alchemy known as magic alchemy.

These wasters, who were once abandoned by the mysterious world and left to die at the edge of the world, were picked up by Galahad like wild dogs, and after combing their hair, they all revealed their true lion appearances.

So they are willing to shed their blood for this person, and they are willing to smear their liver and brains for this person.

Natasha, a descendant of Ukraine's declining wizarding family, was huddled in her family's last ancestral home, a log cabin on the outskirts of Lviv, when Galahad found her. Her distant relatives are fighting for the last of her family's possessions. Such scenes are common in a declining wizarding family.

The masked man appeared like a ghost at her doorstep, his attitude was so haughty, his figure was so erect, that Natasha, who was only 8 years old at the time, had no idea that it was a 78-year-old man.

At that moment, in the crowded wooden house, the robbers who were snatching things stopped what they were doing, and everyone was muttering his name in their mouths, with fear and awe in their tones. "Galahad. ”

As if he didn't see the ugly animals, Galahad went straight to the innermost room of the cabin, where he found Natasha, the last heir of the family, curled up in the closet.

The insults, the curses, the vicious language rained down like drops, and it was the family members who were treated by Natasha as blood relatives, relatives, and even dependents. These distant relatives had planned an "accident" of her own so that they could legally take possession of what was left of her house, but Natasha had disappeared for too long, so they gradually divided the remaining value of the Natasha family with peace of mind until they came to this remaining cabin.

They thought Natasha had fled far away, and as an eight-year-old child, she might have died somewhere. But now she suddenly appeared, still in front of the members of the round table. Their attempts would come to naught, so the greedy beasts turned their displeasure and anger into words and shot at the eight-year-old girl.

As long as she remains, they are not considered legitimate heirs, and everything they get will be handed back as long as Natasha asks for justice from the Ministry of Magic.

No one cared how long she had been hiding in this hut, how long she had been scared, or even how long she had been hungry. They are willing to strangle this heir with their own hands. The mysterious world is like this, your blood relatives may be your dependence, or they may be your worst enemies.

"It's too noisy. Natasha still remembers what Galahad said. His voice was not like an old man in his last years, but like a cold wind blowing from the Antarctic continent, so intimidating, so ancient, and so heavy. It's just that this man doesn't like this family farce, he has a lowered face, and behind the mask is a pair of eyes that are calmly suffocating.

In an instant, the room was silent, and the girl named Moon appeared beside Galahad, like a shadow cast by the sun, no one knew where she was, but she was standing so tall now, the pitch-black dagger in her hand dripping red blood.

The talking beasts had their throats slit and lay in pools of blood. Natasha wasn't sad, she just felt her little heart pounding. She stared straight at the man and the girl beside him with her haggard eyes. Then she also became a wild dog that Galahad picked up.