"Is that Merlin?"

Tristan stood under the high platform, wearing a heavy cloak in knight's armor, and made himself look refreshed, or his natural sense of sadness would have become a part of the disharmony of the room. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

He was talking to the knights beside him, discussing the matter of the man on the high platform.

Today is the day of the coronation of the new king, and it is also the day that the people are looking forward to, since the new king pulled out the sword of the king, Caliburn, he has traveled all over the world, leaving good stories all over Britain, and the people's recognition of the king is very high, and such a thing is a matter of course.

The platform was made of white masonry, the top of the huge throne was inlaid with several precious stones, shining in the midday sun, and the new king was sitting on the throne, wearing a golden crown, a blue cotton robe, blonde hair hanging behind him, emerald eyes shining with a dazzling light, and a golden sword in his hand standing in front of the throne.

In front of the new king was Merlin, the already famous magician of flowers, who was dressed in a very simple outfit, wrapped in a white robe, holding a staff, and kneeling on one knee before the throne very respectfully.

Then the new king stood up, raised the golden sword in his hand, and tapped Merlin on his left and right shoulders.

"Now, with the canonization of you as a court magician, it is your duty to protect and maintain the security and stability of Britain, to ensure the well-being of the people, and to fulfill your mission as a courtier. ”

The king's majestic voice came, not majestic or petite, but with supreme majesty.

"Of course, my king. ”

The magician replied respectfully.

"So, please get up. ”

The king retreated to his throne, and Merlin got up, bowed to the king, and then slowly walked down the platform.

This is just the beginning, and the next thing to be done is the canonization of the Knights of the Round Table, which is composed of the twelve best knights selected from all the knights in the country, and represents the highest fighting power of Camelot.

The knight in silver and white armor began to walk up to the high platform, and it was the Sun Knight Gawain, who had been following the king, and it was a good choice for him to start.

Just as Tristan Qing was looking intently at the high platform, a person next to him walked over.

"Whew, I'm a little nervous. ”

Tristan turned his head and watched Merlin, who had just come down from the platform, walk to his side.

The close encounters made Tristan feel what made Merlin different from the others.

"Does a great magician who has served two generations of kings feel nervous?"

"Well, I can be regarded as accompanying the king all over Britain, at that time the king did not have such majesty, although it is also a good thing, but it always feels a little difficult to touch. ”

Tristan frowned, isn't this a good thing? As a king, majesty is naturally essential, and along with it, ordinary people will become difficult to approach the king, but as a king, where will there be time to contact ordinary people?

"Isn't that right, and shouldn't the king's words have majesty?"

"Yes, but the majesty that you carry is not the same thing as the majesty that you have exercised in order to achieve the ideals in the hearts of others. ”

Tristan became more and more incomprehensible to what the magician was trying to say, the majesty that had been tempered for the ideals of others, and that would not mean that the king had no majesty in the first place?

Is he belittling the king?

Indeed, in terms of resume, he is the great magician who has assisted the royal family since the previous King Uther, and has accompanied the new king on a long journey, but his current statement has a feeling of disrespect to the king.

"This is disrespectful, since it is a courtier, you should uphold the reverence of the king. ”

"Yes, it is indeed disrespectful, but it is not the same to be in awe of the king in the obedience of one's own courtiers, and to reverence the king in order to satisfy the thoughts of others. ”

Tristan opened his eyes slightly, revealing a slit, and he could see Merlin's face clearly, and the expression on the other party's face looked like a playful smile.

"Tristan, you're next, get ready. ”

Tristan nodded, gave one last glance at Merlin, and left with the soldier who had come to deliver the message.

Finally, a word reached his ears, and it was his last communication with the Great Magician.

"Tristan, a man who voluntarily becomes a king, is not the same as a man who becomes a king for the sake of others. ”

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Tristan sets up his longbow, the string fully drawn, and the arrows are made of magic and clamped to the bowstring, aiming at Merlin.

"Been waiting here for a long time? Merlin. ”

"It's as good as ever, Tristan, but alas, what you're seeing is still part of my illusion. ”

"This kind of thing, just try it. ”

The hand was released, and the arrow that had been ready to fire flew out instantly, straight through Merlin's forehead, as Merlin said, it was just an object formed by illusion, Merlin's forehead turned into a ripple like a ripple on the surface of the water at the same time as the arrow was shot, and then the arrow passed through, and Merlin's forehead returned to its original appearance.

"Look, I'm not lying to you, am I?"

"Isn't illusion a deception?"

Merlin scratched his head, wondering if his body was doing the same thing.

"That's what you say, that's true. ”

Tristan lowered his bow and reached out to push Larry behind him.

"But with illusion alone, you won't be able to defeat me. ”

Tristan listened quietly to the movement around him, trying to find a flaw in it, but unfortunately, Merlin's voice still came from the illusionary body.

"This kind of thing is relative, and you can't beat me, can you?"

With illusions as cover, Tristan couldn't even detect the location of Merlin's real body, maybe very close, or maybe he cast the illusion from a distance.

"Let me, then, find you by voice, Merlin, and although we have not fought in our previous lives, you had better not underestimate any of the Knights of the Round Table. ”

As he spoke, Tristan held the bow in his arms, and several thin lines appeared, instantly transforming the bow from a weapon to a harp-like instrument.

Tristan then plays the harp, and the melodious sound of the piano spreads, and the tune is not very cheerful, or for Tristan, there is no such thing as cheerfulness.

His whole life has been accompanied by sadness, so the sound of the piano is full of sad feelings.

Although he was the child of the sister of King Ronua and the Duke of Cornwall, he was never blessed since birth.

Before Tristan was born, his father went to other countries, and finally on the same day that Tristan was born, he died in battle, and some people rumored that it was because of Tristan's birth that his father had an unfortunate experience, because the birth of one life must be accompanied by the death of another.

Soon after he was born, his mother entrusted him to a subordinate named Tristan, after which his mother also died.

Tristan spent his teenage years as normal, without much happiness or sorrow, and later became a knight under the Duke of Cornwall, but fell in love with a woman named Isold.

Sadly, Isold was the woman the Duke of Cornwall was about to marry, and Tristan was eventually driven out of his place and into Britain to join King Arthur.

After that, Tristan never opened his eyes, and although he later married a woman of the same name named Isold, his heart was still on the other Isold, so much so that when he finally died on the battlefield, he still thought of that Isold.

On the verge of death, he said to his wife, "If she comes, pull up the white sails, or if not, raise the black sails." ”

The wife knew that she was not referring to herself, and that the words Tristan had heard on his deathbed were "The black sails have risen." "But in fact, Isold was coming here on a boat, and his wife knew about it.

In the midst of his wife's last little lie, Tristan slept forever.

Although he has the honorary title of Knight of the Round Table, it is still a tragic life, which is why the music he plays is so sad that anyone who hears it will feel his deep sadness.

This is true even for his master, and Larry is standing behind Tristan, and even has the feeling of crying, what kind of miserable life can he play.

His breathing became rapid, and his heart began to fluctuate, which Tristan's ears keenly picked up, but that wasn't the point.

In addition to Larry and the illusionary Merlin, a slight heartbeat sounded from another place.

"Where are you?"

Tristan opened his eyes slightly, just as he had glanced at Merlin at the beginning, this slight heartbeat had already revealed Merlin's location, no matter how powerful the opponent's illusion was, it could not escape Tristan's treasure.

The sound of the harp, along with the harp-like bow, is part of the Tristan Treasure, and this is only the initial lock-on link, in order to lock on to the target in order to achieve the effect of being sure to hit.

"Sing of pain, play of crying. ”

Suddenly, Tristan straightened his bow and pulled the string again with his hand, aiming it in the direction of the beating of his heart.

"Failnote!"

The bowstrings on the harp vibrated continuously, and each vibration was accompanied by an invisible arrow that could not be seen with the naked eye, but Tristan could perceive it with his hearing.

One by two... There were probably a dozen of these arrows flying towards the place where the heartbeat sounded, and there was no need to doubt it, Tristan could be sure that it was where Merlin's body was.

"That's my arrow, try to do it, Merlin!"