"You actually look at knights?" Holding this "The Knight Who Doesn't Exist", the Dull Hair King's face was a little weird.

Wren glanced at her and pulled out another one: "Hey, don't underestimate people, I used to be a knight too." ”

"What?!" Saber looked at him in surprise and looked at him for a moment, "You used to be a knight?" ”

"It's like a fake."

Wren had a sad and nostalgic look on his face, first as a frontier knight in the world of Kahlan for two years, and then as a member of the Survey Corps in the world of giants.

It's a pity that I was too young and too junior high school to do anything.

I really didn't see that this guy was actually a knight.

The Dumb Fur King looked at him with strange eyes, and asked curiously:

"Which Knights? What's the name? You've been hiding it for so long, it's time to tell me where you really came from. ”

"It's not necessary, it's just an unattainable dream, a life has no meaning, and it has never left a name in the world.

There is no glory of heroes, no deeds have been passed down in the world, there is no need to doubt, there is no need to ask, it is indeed a nameless person. ”

Wren's face was flat, and he took out a copy of Faust from the shelf, which is his identity in this world.

It's no wonder that the advent system will choose the carrier of "Wuming" to fuse with him, which is indeed the most suitable identity for him.

Artoria's lips moved, and she didn't choose to ask, vaguely realizing that Ming's past was not a light story.

The two soon came to the quiet reading room, sat down well, and opened the knight in his hand:

Ajlulfo was a knight under Charlemagne of France.

He was strong-willed, skilled in martial arts, and a perfect knight – proficient in swordsmanship, warfare, history, mathematics, home furnishings, and so on.

Unlike other knights, Ajlulfo had no flesh, but was purely a condensation of reason, will, and rules similar to gas.

He was a knight's armor, a shell.

Broken free from the shackles of his body, he is not swayed by desires, he is not hungry, he is not tired, he does not lose himself in women, and he does not have to sleep.

The exclusion of carnal desires and the pursuit of pure spirituality lead either to emptiness or hypocrisy.

Ajlulfo represents the former extreme, a perfect soldier and knight, but hollow and unreal by his complete spiritualization.

Such a perfect knight, Charlemagne and other knights did not like him, because as long as he was a human being, he could not be so perfect.

This perfect, idealized, "non-existent knight" finally disappeared into thin air and completely came to naught.

With the ticking sound of the wall clock, the minutes ticked by, and Artoria sat at a desk, quietly reading the book.

Wren sat across from her, flipping through Faust in his hand.

Glancing at the time on the clock, the Dumb Hair King slowly stood up, she hadn't finished reading the knight, but she already had a general understanding of the story.

There was no communication, and the two quickly left the library.

The sun is shining and the sky is clear.

The streets were a little deserted, a gust of wind blew the girl's bangs, and the hair shone golden in the sun.

"I know what you mean, you think I'm like Ajlulfo?"

The girl's voice was as beautiful as a clear spring, her expression was quite complicated, and there was a hint of confusion and loss on her face.

Wren narrowed his eyes and looked up at the blue sky: "You already have the answer in mind, don't you?" ”

"Tell me what you think." The Dumb King stared at his angular face and flowing white hair.

"There is no gold enough, no one is perfect, too much, no time will be destroyed.

Only a knight who does not exist can be perfect, and you, who have the blood of the red dragon, are known as the knight king by the world, and are still just a girl.

You shouldn't always be intoxicated with ideals and be a martyr.

You know, even the knights, few people will yearn for such a life, after all, everyone is not just a ball of air like Adilulfo. ”

Wren narrated in a lazy tone, strolling down the streets with Artoria, and the two walked together, and the rate of turning back was quite high.

Of course, most people are looking at the naturally beautiful Dull Hair King.

Saber listened silently to Wuming's narration, not commenting, her turquoise pupils staring at him.

"Girl, what's wrong, why do you keep looking at me like this? I don't like to always preach to people, it's boring. Without further ado, I'll shut up now. ”

Wren immediately stopped flickering, everything that should be said in the past few days is almost done, the truth is actually understood, and the rest depends on whether she is willing to accept it.

If it weren't for the task, he wouldn't usually have so much nonsense.

"You seem to know my experience very well, and Britain, as if you were through that era."

Saber kept staring at Wu Ming, with a little doubt in his eyes, this guy must know too much.

"Just a little bit of it, are you doubting my identity?" The corners of Wren's mouth curled up, looking at her as well.

"The Heroic Spirit is full of unknowns, if it weren't for the fact that I didn't have an impression of you, I would have suspected that you were actually a knight of my time."

Saber retracted his gaze a little reluctantly, making sure he really didn't know the guy in front of him.

After getting along for a long time, she inevitably became curious about his origin and wanted to explore it, but unfortunately there were no clues.

"Don't worry, I'm really not some acquaintance of yours."

Wren smiled, not surprising that Saber was suspicious, and when he passed by a juice shop, he bought two glasses of orange juice.

Next, the two didn't talk about anything anymore, mainly because Ren also thought that he was too verbose recently, so he took the initiative to shut up, and the Dull Mao King didn't know what to talk to him.

The previous conversation between the two was basically all about Artoria's royal way and her philosophy of governance.

When Wuming didn't speak, Saber was surprised to find that he didn't know anything about him.

I don't even know how to talk to him.

The two walked through the streets and alleys, searching for the trace of the emperor.

Men and women matched, not tired of work, accompanied by a pleasing girl, Wren could barely endure the boring job, although he was no longer hopeful.

Forget it, just accompany the beauty to press the road.

But for Saber, she loves the job of searching for Rider and looks like she's full of energy.

Of course, it wasn't because of Wren with her, but because her mouth never stopped, juice, pastries, meat muffins...... Stuff it all in your mouth.

British foodies find the job so wonderful, and Saber says she can keep doing it.

Eat it all over...... Ahem, it's okay to visit Fuyuki City.

"No, we can't go on like this, it's stupid."

Finally, Master Wren couldn't bear it anymore, he looked at the fiery sunset on the horizon and wanted to strike.