The first snow was still falling, and Lin Moyang and Liliel had already changed into winter clothes during the few days they had stayed here, so as not to catch a cold from the cold north wind.

"We've been here for a long time, and we don't know what happened to the Demigod Domain. Lin Moyang was almost counting the days with his fingers, they only had half a month, and now they had been here for more than ten days, and they didn't have time to find a way to return to the Demigod Domain.

"We know, but it's okay, haven't we already met?" Liliel said, "It doesn't matter what time here and there, we can be teleported back to our lost point in time at any time." ”

The two sat in the room of the tavern. They didn't have the money here, but fortunately Siudin Elch didn't know if he had robbed the bank, and he never lacked gold coins in his wallet. Lin Moyang and Liliel's room fees have always been paid by this young king of time and space. During this time, Lin Moyang had been listening to Barretlier tell stories. It should be said that the time and space king Xiu Ding Erqi in his story is completely two people compared to the time and space king Xiu Ding Erqi that Lin Moyang saw.

10,000 years ago in this world, there was a fierce battle. After thousands of years of preparation and accumulation, humanity has raised its flag against demons and gods. Gods and demons want nothing more than to kill each other, but they forget to guard against the weakest of cannon fodder: humans.

The 72 Wizard Souls lifted their Wizard City into the sky and launched an attack on the gods and demons. The battle tore through the skies, warped time, and countless high-ranking mages fell, and the earth was stained red with human blood. The 72 Demon Spirits are about to fall and the battle is about to be lost, and at this time, the King of Time and Space descends to the earth like a savior, killing the remaining 3 God Kings and 7 Hell Demon Gods, calming the chaos of time and space, and saving the remaining human beings. This is a true cause.

Then the gods and demons jointly laid a curse, and humans lost the ability to use magic. The Space-Time King forcibly changed the rules and worked with the surviving Wizard Souls to change the rules of the world, so that a spell-casting medium called the Elemental appeared in the world, so that after the human race regained the sun, after losing all the Wizard Souls, they could stand up again with the power of the elements.

"This is the so-called Mandate of Heaven?" Lin Moyang muttered to himself. The experience of Shutin Elch is too fantastical, an ordinary fourth-order magician, fell into the space-time rift, came to 10,000 years later, and then became the king of space-time here, and then went back to 10,000 years ago to save the world. In the story, the King of Time and Space once said between his deaths, "My past is left in the future by me, and my future is used to repay my past." ”

Countless scholars have tried to understand the meaning of this sentence, but they have not been able to get it. Philosophers thought that this was to show that His Majesty the King of Time and Space would always be with mankind and protect the relationship between mankind, but Lin Moyang now understood that what he said was in the vernacular, and what he meant was really literal.

"How's it going, what's going on with the searchers?" asked Lin Moyang.

"We're almost in the village, but we're ready to deal with it. What's the matter, Moyang, I always feel like you're restless. Liliel shook Lin Moyang's hand.

"I always feel like something is going to happen......"

More than ten days passed, and the mysterious group of people named Pilgrims quickly booked a plane ticket for He Qitian after his injuries recovered, and even sent a special car to send him to the airport.

He Qitian still couldn't believe what had happened in the past few days. The monsters that appeared in the sea, the alchemical potions that were transported into his body. His worldview is not just collapsing, but being reshaped little by little.

He sat in the front row of the first class cabin of the plane, and he didn't know where to put his hands and feet. The money he earns from his own part-time job is never enough for a first-class ticket, and he doesn't think he's so lucky with a free upgrade. Airplanes shuttled back and forth through the clouds.

Next to him sat a sharp-eyed young man who had been sitting next to him since he got on the plane, listening to music with headphones in his ears. I don't know if it's He Qitian's delusion, he always feels that this young man is quietly watching him. There was no intersection of sights, and there was no deliberate visitation, but this feeling lingered in his heart, and it was easy to linger.

He looked at the young man with a wary gaze, and the young man smiled.

The young man stuffed the magazine back into his backpack, and it was hard to believe that such a young man could fly in first class and still be wearing a washed white T-shirt.

He Qitian fearfully used his spare eyes to secretly skim this person who made him uneasy, but the young man happily stretched out his hand to him: "Hello, Your Excellency." Your senses are keen, forgive me for my rude peeping. ”

He Qitian noticed that he used "the honorable", which is often used in English to address people of special and noble status. In any case, such words should not be used on him.

"Hello, that, do we know each other?" He Qitian stretched out his hand, his palms were full of sweat oozing from nervousness, but this young man didn't mind, he reached out and shook him tightly, his face was flushed with excitement, as if he was holding the president's hand.

"Yes...... You're so gracious, introduce yourself, I'm a freelance hunter, Marjorie Duncan, and I'm so sorry I couldn't help with this Hawaii incident. "Young people describe their profession very strangely when they introduce themselves: hunters? Is it hunting in the mountains? I heard that because of the rapid increase in animal populations in foreign countries, hunters are often hired by the government to hunt and kill animals to control the number of animals. Now it seems that this Marjorie Duncan must have been one of these hunters, but he didn't look like a hunter who made a living by hunting.

Wait a minute...... He Qitian reacted instantly, this man, like the pilgrims, was also a person who knew the secrets of the world. So what could this hunter be? Bounty hunter? Or maybe even the vampire hunter in it, it's all possible!

"You're here, aren't you afraid of leaking secrets?" He Qitian lowered his voice, although the first-class cabin has a compartment and is relatively spacious, it is not completely soundproofed. The fact that the pilgrims did not hesitate to alter the memories of the witnesses in order to keep it a secret proves that the wizards were consciously hiding their whereabouts. This man is talking about it in an environment that is not very secret.

"It's okay, didn't you notice the airline of the plane when you got on the plane?" said Marjorie's expression was a little surprised.

"How...... What's wrong?" He Qitian was puzzled. He didn't realize that in the eyes of this group of hunters, he was the heir to the Sword of Judgment, the probably strongest individual of the new generation of Roundtable Members. And this strongest individual is essentially just an ordinary college graduate with some good old people, who is still worried about the career of the right major.

"This is Skysword Aviation, which is affiliated with the Pilgrims. We knew you might be on this plane, so we actually covered the entire first class. Marjorie snapped his fingers.

The people in the cubicle stood up one after another, they leaned out, people of different skin colors and different faces all smiled apologetically at He Qitian. It turned out that the person who secretly paid attention to He Qitian just now was not only Marjorie.

Some of these people were wearing suits, some seemed to have just finished performing at a certain theater, and they didn't have time to take off their costumes, and what was even more outrageous was that there was a huge mall doll bear in the corridor of the plane, and one person occupied the entire corridor, and the other wizards could only find a way to squeeze out half of their heads from the side of the doll bear.

For a time, He Qitian became the focus of attention of first-class customers on the entire plane.

Such a fiery gaze, even with a little admiration, made this humble young man a little overwhelmed. He was a grizzled ugly duckling a moment ago, and the staff didn't even want to raise their eyes to look at him when his passport was stamped, but now there was a group of people who should be called "wizards", staring at him with star-chasing eyes.

"We're the Rose Squad, the hunter group that is now ranked 4th on the Pilgrim Hire website, that ...... It's an honor to meet Your Excellency!" the graceful girl walked in front of He Qitian, her cheeks flushed, but her eyes flashed with excitement and excitement, and several girls of her age behind her were quietly pushing her back and encouraging her forward.

It seems that when talking to He Qitian, it is they who are afraid.

Everything was like a dream. The eyes were crowded with friendly and curious smiling faces, everyone was vying to see what this Sword of Judgment heir looked like, He Qitian's appearance was too ordinary, but under their own filters, it was naturally understood that He Qitian was approachable. No one would have thought that He Qitian actually didn't know anything, he was just an ordinary person.

Even if He Qitian himself said so, no one would believe that the Morning Star News in the wizarding world had been published, and it was this heir who solved all the sharks on the beach in Hawaii, preventing the sharks from running into the residential area and causing casualties to ordinary people, and preserving the confidentiality agreement between wizards. This is already a teenage hero!

He Qitian's face flushed, he had imagined what he was looking at, but now, in addition to feeling embarrassed, he also felt that his cheeks were hot, as if they were burning. It was a very different feeling from the smug feeling he had dreamed of.

"Your Excellency, are you very red?" Marjory immediately noticed He Qitian's abnormality, "Are you out of breath?"

The wizards were stunned for a moment, and then realized that they might have caused a lack of air circulation by squeezing in such a smoking. The wizards scrambled back to their seats, and the crowd immediately dispersed.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but we...... Some were too excited...... "Marjorie apologized, and he was a participant in such a faux pas, even though his seat was next to He Qitian's seat."

"No, no, no...... It's me who is too rude......" He Qitian agreed with a weak heart and low self-esteem, he didn't dare to put himself in your position, he just thought that he had a dream that was not very real. In order to alleviate the embarrassment, he could only divert the topic: "Well, this plane belongs to the pilgrims?"

"Yes, the entire Heavenly Sword Aviation is the property of the pilgrims, and they have airlines, financial institutions, arms companies, and security companies under their names. That is, mercenaries in the real world. Their hidden wealth exceeds that of all the great clans, and they can easily destroy the economic system of a continent. It all belongs to the great member of the Round Table, His Excellency Galahad. Marjorie's tone could not hide the youth's characteristic vigor and pride. If he seemed to be most curious about He Qitian, he was truly in awe of Galahad and respected this person from the bottom of his heart.

This name is not the first time He Qitian has heard it. The man seems to be the leader of the pilgrims, and like that strange "Judas", he is also a member of the round table. I just don't know if "Galahad" is his real name, or if, like "Judas", it's just a code name.

He commanded the pilgrims, like the team He Qitian had seen before, who were his subordinates. And now He Qitian realized that that the group of well-trained soldiers was just a scaly claw of his power, and the pilgrims under him were huge and powerful beyond He Qitian's cognitive limits.

"Hah...... Eh...... I thought it was ...... Wizards are ...... They were all just wearing pointed hats and robes, flying around under the moonlit night. He Qitian smiled awkwardly.

"Yes, most of them are, but not after Daybreak. The wizards before were closed, uncivilized, and overly conservative. They were very resistant to technology, but when His Excellency Galahad came out, it all took a turn for the better. He revolutionized the ideas of wizards and brought science into the wizarding world. Just like now, I also think it's much better to sit in first class than to ride on a broomstick when traveling long distances. Marjory blinked, sat down next to He Qitian, and added in a low voice in his ear: "You know, if a man sits on a stick for a long time, some parts are prone to blood circulation. ”

"......" didn't look like a wizard saying it at all, and He Qitian didn't know how to answer it for a while.

Seeing He Qitian's forced appearance, Marjory laughed and patted He Qitian on the shoulder vigorously: "Wizards also need to keep pace with the times, otherwise we will have to be eliminated by this fast-growing world." Not to mention, since the Council of the Round Table pressured the Ministry of Magic to agree to use firearms in the process of arresting or disposing of dark wizards, even the rampant dark wizards of the past have stopped a lot. Last year, the biggest dark wizard in the wizarding world, after the Heavenly Monster was discovered in Romania by the Pilgrim's hunting department, he actually wanted to be tough with the Pilgrim, according to the grapevine, he was beaten into a sieve by 4 sniper rifles from thousands of kilometers away, and he didn't even finish the spell, and then in order to prevent him from resurrecting with some strange spells or Horcruxes, the Pilgrims also used chemicals to dispose of his corpse cleanly, leaving no genetic factors behind. ”

The conversation continued, this hunter named Marjory was really familiar, his mouth never stopped, just listening to his narration, He Qitian's expression became more and more strange. This is not the same as the magical world in He Qitian's concept. There are wizards and broomsticks here, but young wizards today would rather stay at home and read Twitter than go out of their dorm doors to participate in some backward "quirky" movement, preferring balance bikes to broomsticks.

He Qitian felt that something called a groove was gathering in his throat, but for a while, the amount of information was too large, and he didn't know where to start, and in the face of what Marjory said, he couldn't say a word other than "The era of adults has changed!". Originally, on that beach, he was destroyed by the facts in front of him, and finally he persuaded himself to establish a magical worldview, and now this magical worldview was smashed by Marjorie's words. It seems that what he will accept after that is a strange world where magic and science coexist.

The plane slowly landed at the airport, He Qitian stood in place with his luggage blank, waved goodbye to Marjorie, and after watching a group of wizards who looked like a sightseeing group waving to him cordially, he turned around and boarded another plane that flew directly to the United Kingdom. It seems that this group of wizards really just wanted to take a good look at what he looked like during the 16-hour flight from Honolulu Airport to Shanghai Pudong Airport.

This is too enthusiastic, it is simply a group of neurotics who are so enthusiastic that He Qitian can't accept them. How strange are the brain circuits of this group of wizards!

He Qitian patted his head, which still contained a large amount of unprocessed information. He will find a hotel in Shanghai today to rest for the night, buy some souvenirs here tomorrow, and then drive home by himself. At this time, He Qitian felt that the fatigue of the journey gradually overwhelmed his body and mind, not only physical fatigue, but also psychological exhaustion. On a trip, he went from an ordinary unemployed youth to a descendant of the Sword of Judgment, and gained popularity in another magical world.

This is too hard to accept, he was originally going to accept his mediocre life after seeing the sea and fulfilling his last little wish, but this journey has set off a huge wave of his backwater life.

Walking out of the airport, taking a taxi, He Qitian stayed in a youth hostel.

The hotel provided hot water, so that He Qitian could take a good hot bath. Looking at himself in the mirror with a hazy mist, He Qitian was stunned.

He had been badly wounded, and he had thought he was a puddle of mud in his hospital bed, but now the young man in the mirror, his skin was as smooth and white as a newborn baby, and even some of the old scars were gone. He was reborn, not only physically, but also psychologically.

Screwed on the faucet and wiped his body clean, He Qitian was lying on the bed in the hotel, and as soon as he closed his eyes and fell asleep, his mobile phone rang.

The family knew that they were back? He Qitian answered the call in a daze, and the person in the microphone was simply in high spirits, and He Qitian, who was tired, was like two people: "Yo! Lin boy, have you returned to China?"

It's Judas.

"Yes, I'm back. He Qitian was sleepy, and his mental wariness of this group of wizards had already been completely destroyed by Marjorie. He didn't seem to be very jealous of this mysterious Chinese anymore.

"Hahaha, it seems that Marjorie's lessons for you are still very effective, at least you are not so scared, this is a good thing, you rest for a few days first, I will come to you when I return to China in a few days." Fenglong cared on the phone, his words seemed to be mixed with the sound of liquid splashing on the wall, and the sound of the hunting wind, the ghost knows what is happening over there.

"Hmm...... Huh, Marjorie was found by you?" He Qitian shook his head, and his sleepiness subsided.

"Of course, you're not...... Damn, get out, didn't you see Lao Tzu calling?" Judas's voice in the microphone suddenly changed its tone, as if he was going to talk to someone else, and then there was the sound of water spraying water from the other end of the phone, "I'm sorry, someone here is too tired, hehehe......" Judas's voice revealed indescribable obscenity, He Qitian suddenly understood, and his cheeks became red.

"Don't talk about it, I'll come to you when I return home, and you can send me the address later." Judas added.

In fact, this man is not mysterious, after communicating a few times, I still think he is quite interesting, not as nervous as He Qitian was when he only heard his voice and did not see him at the beginning. Marjorie had also said that this Judas—no, in fact, his Round Table name was his real name, and he was called the Blade Dragon—had a good reputation, and was among the top of the group of Round Table members, like Galahad. Probably not some bad guy.

Thinking of this, He Qitian agreed: "Well, then I'll sleep first." ”

"Wait, would you like to hear a story?" Fenglong suddenly asked.

"What's the story?" He Qitian was stunned.

"Well, there's a reason for what you're going to do after that......" Blade Dragon chuckled.

"No way! Such a request is unheard of! How can we believe such a ridiculous crisis on the basis of a mercenary's rhetoric? Do we need to deal with it together?? What kind of crisis does the world today require us to join forces?" a man's indignant grumble came from the silent conference room. There was absolute confidence in himself in his words, but in Galahad's opinion, this confidence was ignorant and stubborn.

Twelve black-robed men sat neatly around a black round table, on which depicted a burly knight with his sword drawn and unsheathed, his posture heroic and fearless, the knights with their swords unsheathed and clenched in their hands, solemnly surrounding the center of the round table: a red dragon and a white dragon were entangled, both sides were biting wildly, the white dragon's eyes were full of madness, and the red dragon was surrounded by countless brave knights with weapons in hand.

Behind each black-robed figure stood in the shadows, an indistinct figure that would not be spotted at all if you didn't make a careful discernment, but when the black-robed person made the slightest movement, these figures would immediately step forward and fulfill their master's request.

"It's not a requirement. That's an order. A black-robed man lifted his cloak, revealing his face. A silver mask enveloped his entire face, and the mask was covered in mottled silver inscriptions. His voice was as cold as his mask, and he couldn't help but make the complaining man's voice low by three points, but the complainer quickly retorted: "This is full of members of the Round Table Council, and no one has the power to give orders to anyone else except the Speaker, and you better not forget that, Galahad!"

"King Arthur had left Avalon five days earlier, and during those five days, the rate of similar mysteries received by the Roundtable Council's observation posts and intelligence organizations around the world increased by 500 percent. Didn't you even receive sightings of the extinct mega fantasy species three days ago, and I heard that a special hunting and aftermath team was dispatched. Now you deny that God is resurrecting. Stupidity. Galahad said coldly.

The complaining man angrily lifted his cloak, revealing a resolute and handsome face, a face that could charm countless young girls who had just begun to fall in love without embellishment, and that no more than no less years had added a lot of mature charm to this face. At this time, the man looked like he was making an impassioned statement, but his eyes were full of angry karma: "Galahad!

The members of the round table all around him hid their faces under their cloaks, no one knew what they were thinking at the moment, and there was a deathly silence in the room except for the roar of men. Galahad's eyes blinked, but no one could see the subtle movement, and he said, "I'm in charge of stating the facts and choosing the option that is best for me." I have no honor and no stand, but God's resurrection is not good for me. I don't do things that don't do good. "If it weren't for a wide round table in between, if it weren't for the sacred round table, the man would have jumped up and dealt with the man in front of him in a knightly way, but now there aren't so many ifs. So the man just sat down, and anyone could see the pent-up anger in his eyes.

Galahad turned his face to the head of the round table. Although there is no distinction between upper and lower at the Round Table, everyone is equal at the Round Table, which is also the intention of King Arthur to form the Knights of the Round Table in the first place. Although there are knights and ministers, there is no difference between high and low at the round table. But who can sit next to the round table today is not a high-ranking figure who can call for wind and rain? The difference between high and low is already divided when he does not sit next to the round table, and the equality of the round table is only the equality of the higher-ranking people. And among all the members of the round table, there was one man who stood out from the rest, his black robe embroidered with splendid gold threads, and in the pale light he seemed to be draped with a twinkling star. And at this time, all the members of the round table were staring at this man.

He seemed to sense the gaze of the crowd, and with a shudder, he stretched out a withered and mottled hand to uncover his cloak. Under the cloak was a bush of thick white whiskers. This is the image of the first person to see him. Because his beard was so long, and he was so old, that the first thing people noticed was his beard. This is a kind old man, with deep-set eyes that reveal a wise light. No one knows how old he is, except that this is the undisputed President of the Round Table Council, the beacon of the Knights of the Round Table, the man who inherited the title of "Merlin" from history. Legend has it that each generation of Merlin is selected by the previous generation of Merlin, and each generation of Merlin is an elder who lives more than 100 years old, and when the magicians of this generation have forgotten the glory of his youth, he can fade the glory of his youth, representing the wisdom of the previous generation to lead the Round Table Council. So each generation of the Round Table Parliament is not aware of the past of the incumbent Merlin. But there is no doubt that each generation of Merlin is a leader full of wisdom.

Merlin made a reassuring gesture to the enraged man, signaling him not to get excited, and continued, "The report on Galahad's report is by no means unfounded. Although everyone present didn't have a good relationship with that Fenglong, he wasn't the kind of person who would talk about it. I know this very well, and he has in his hands the knowledge of the ancient Chinese occult. We don't have such an ancient occult record in our hands, so it is likely that he has knowledge that we do not know. If the resurrection of the gods is one of them, then we should pay attention to it. The man bowed his head in fear, they were a group of people full of honor and oath. And the oath of the round table made him have to have great respect for the old man in front of him.

"And Mr. Galahad, who is outspoken and we all understand, and though he sometimes speaks without mercy, he is undoubtedly the most discerning of us among us. If he unconditionally sided with His Excellency Fenglong this time, then it could only mean that he saw the truth of this matter. Merlin didn't finish his words but was picked up by another person, who finished the second half of Merlin's unfinished sentence, and everyone turned their eyes away. Not everyone can pick up the stubble when Merlin speaks, but this one can. He also removed his cloak, revealing the face of an eagle. Few people have ever seen such resolute eyes, his whole person is more like a swooping eagle, and there is an illusion of being targeted by a hunter when he is gazed. Except for Merlin and Galahad, everyone bowed slightly, showing respect for this person.

"Yes, Lord Lancelot. The originally angry man said in a frightened tone. The Round Table is an intricate group, and in addition to the oath of the Round Table itself, everyone in the Round Table has their own identity. And being able to inherit the name of Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake, is itself a disguised affirmation of his power. Lancelot is said to be the best martial artist at the Round Table, but also the trigger that eventually led to the civil war. Therefore, every Lancelot must be the most powerful person in the round table, and the name of Lancelot is not only a symbol of strength, but also a warning to those in this position. Other parliamentarians will inevitably look more at the person in this position, because the person in this position is the most capable of potentially subverting the round table.

And this year's Lancelot is the most special. Because this old man was the only member of the Round Table Council as a knight. After the dissolution of the Order, the Round Table remained in a state of fragmentation for a long time, until the 16th century when the magicians reorganized the Round Table again, but they could no longer find the knights who were very active in ancient times, and these magicians who served as prophets and guides in ancient times had no choice but to reorganize the Round Table and turn the Order into a council, and the members of the various knights became contemporary magicians from all over the world who have made outstanding contributions or are famous.

And this year's Lancelot is a knight through and through. Adhering to the ancient precepts, carrying out the knightly creed, and maintaining the glory inherited from the Middle World, it has finally come to life again in modern times, and in his hands, the original declining family has risen rapidly, just like King Arthur pulled out a sword in a stone, everything is so natural. He also applied to the Council of the Round Table as soon as possible, and inherited the name of Lancelot, the perfect knight, as the representative of the last knight family. In the council, he is as stubborn as an old tree and as tough as a mountain. So the magicians couldn't disrespect him. The magicians were supposed to be the guides and assistants behind the knights, and the magicians were responsible for telling the prophecies, and it was these knights who once rode famous horses and wore gorgeous armor to fulfill the prophecies. This in itself is a connection that transcends blood oaths and covenants. The magician is the back of the world, representing the mystery of the world, and the mystery cannot appear in front of the world in a bright and bright way, so the knight is needed as a substitute.

Every modern magician will train a surrogate to deal with worldly affairs and take care of family affairs, which is also a parody of the relationship between knights and magicians in ancient times. However, Lancelot was not a substitute, but a true knight. Legend has it that when he was young, this old man traveled all over the world, wearing family armor and holding a blessed blade handed down from ancient times, and fell to his sword in the bloodline, and there are countless fantasies. At that time, he was still a handsome blonde youth, and the fall of his sword took not only the life of the demon, but also the hearts of countless young girls. And when he entered middle age, he was like a falcon, and the secular family business swelled more and more under his management, and finally became one of the giants behind the scenes of Britain, and he destroyed one opponent after another in his way, and at that time he was like a philistine and cunning fox, and he did whatever it took to grow his family. And now that he is old, the handsome appearance that was once infatuated by countless girls has gradually faded, but it is more of a kind of momentum that is not angry and arrogant, he used to be like a perfect sculpture, and now he is like a large peng with wings spread, and under the support of his wings is his huge family and this newly formed round table.

"I agree with His Excellency Fenglong's proposal, even if he is not here now, but we support him unconditionally. Judging from the whole plan, there is nothing counterintuitive or strange. Another member of parliament at the round table said, as he lifted his cloak, a young Middle Easterner.

"Ibn Haiyan, this is not the place for you little clan groups to show their loyalty and take sides! This is the Council of the Round Table!" the man turned to the Middle Eastern who had just spoken. It would be unwise to confront Lancelot, but Ibn Haiyan, as a new member of the Round Table who could not even inherit the title of Knight of the Round Table, was far inferior to Lancelot in terms of strength and voice.

The current Round Table Council has a total of 14 seats, excluding each Speaker Merlin, and the eternal vacant "Arthur" seats, the actual number of members is 12, and there are two honorary members in this session, so the current Round Table has only 10 official members, and 6 of them are exclusively occupied by 6 extremely large wizard families, these six seats are inherited in the family in a hereditary way, unless the family declines in the middle of the family, otherwise these families are permanent members of the Round Table. There are also 4 free seats that have been given to the magicians of our time, who are in some way very good. For example, "Ibn Haiyan" is an extremely outstanding alchemist of our time who inherited the name of Ibn Haiyan, the founder of alchemy in the Middle East. However, their secular and magical power is not comparable to that of the ancient and long-established magical families, so they are often supported by several smaller families.

"Sir, we have no intention of confronting any of the other members of the Roundtable. But we support His Excellency Fenglong, which is what all of our families mean. This is the oath we made at the beginning, and it must not be broken or broken. Ibn Haiyan ignored the man's roar and explained silently.

The man could not say anything more, when Ibn Haiyan said the word oath, the matter was condemned to death, this is not a hypocritical secular world, in the wizarding world every oath and oath has its existence value and necessity to be kept.

The man had no choice but to turn his head to look at the others at the round table, hoping to hear the opposition from somewhere else. However, I don't know if it was Lancelot's statement, everyone else was silent, and there was some silence at the round table for a while.

"So...... Let's start voting. If you agree with Your Excellency's plan, please show your badge. Merlin broke the ice as he pushed a delicate gold-petal emblem forward. The man was a little shocked, which meant that Merlin had clearly supported the dragon despite his position. As soon as the words fell, Lancelot snorted coldly and pushed an emblem forward. The emblem consists of two entangled dragons, the red one and the white dragon fighting together, with some resemblance to the pattern on the round table.

"Don't you need the old four-winged goshawk insignia?" Merlin laughed.

"That was in the past, now that I'm officially a member of the Knights of the Round Table, the four-winged goshawk is in the past, and I'm targeting the red dragon. Lancelot gestured to the red dragon on the table.

Merlin's lowered eyebrows were raised, and this action seemed to take a lot of effort on his part, and he said with difficulty: "Is it really your knighthood to do such a thing as abandoning the coat of arms? The king of knights will always be, and can only be, the King Arthur, who is the king of the future and the king of eternity." You can't replace him. ”

Lancelot straightened his expression and added solemnly, "Even King Arthur once lost the Sword of Choice for his immoral behavior against chivalry, but in the end he was given the Steel Sword as a weapon. Then I gave up my knight's coat of arms just for a greater promotion. There must be a leader at the Round Table, a true leader, and this leader can only be a knight. ”

As the words fell, the parliamentarians around the round table suddenly fell silent. Lancelot almost does not hide his goals and desires, and puts his plans on the surface. But Lancelot was the last knight, and if Merlin didn't accuse or disagree with his remarks, they would be even less qualified to be at the Round Table as "magicians".

"Let's get back to the point, what you just said has nothing to do with this meeting, it's nonsense. Galahad interrupted Lancelot as he pulled a new emblem from his bosom. This insignia looks a little more elaborate than the previous two, but the style does not match the knight's insignia at all, and the insignia is carved with a pair of hands holding cups. The whole emblem is pure white, which looks more like a religious imprint.

Galahad is said to be the Sage Knight who found the Holy Grail, and only his hands are qualified to hold the Holy Grail. Therefore, this emblem was awarded to the "contemporary sage" who bears the name of Galahad. However, the resolution did not receive much seconding, and most members saw it as Merlin's stubbornness. This generation of Galahad was ruthless and even legended to have no emotion. Everything is about profit, and it has nothing to do with the identity of the saint. However, the name of the "Iron Commandment" in the round table is more suitable for him.