"What's the matter, Senior Sister? You look like you're ...... Is it a menstrual period? ”

When the words fell, Qi Wuce only felt a sudden lightness in his body, and after he reacted to what had happened, the person was already embedded in the wall of the corridor outside the magic workshop.

"Well, is it really a menstrual period? Even his temper became irritable. Helplessly complaining about Morgan's irritability, as sleepiness welled up in his heart, Qi Wuru, who felt that the wall was quite comfortable, fell asleep.

Although the movement is a bit difficult, it is obviously much more comfortable to sleep in the wall than sleeping on a tree branch in the field.

The next day, Qi Wuce woke up in his room. Although Morgan was annoyed last night, he couldn't bear to watch Qi Wuce spend the night on the wall.

Get up, get dressed, wash up. Let the magic run around his body, and after feeling refreshed, Qi Wuru walked towards the living room. Everything was ready, and it was almost time for him to say goodbye to Morgan and his teacher.

I have to say that after staying at home for ten years, the idea of wanting to wander outside for a few years has indeed invaded Qi Wuru's heart.

"Good morning, teacher. Good morning, senior sister. ”

After saying hello, he picked up a hot sandwich on the table, and Qi Wuce glanced at Morgan's expression.

It was a bland that belonged to Morgan alone, as if it had never happened at all from last night.

"Are you going to go?" Malken said casually as he poured his tea.

"Almost, otherwise it's too late to go there, and you'll be in a hurry." This is the third day that Qi Wuce has returned to Cameliard, and it will take about a day to rush back to London, so the rest of the time is not rich.

"Young people should be more aggressive." Just like the last time he sent Qi Wuce away, the same words came out of Malken's mouth.

Qi Wuce just nodded, and then continued to eat breakfast silently. It was Morgan, who looked at Qi Wuce's eyes with a deep reluctance.

After breakfast, he packed his bags and left Cameliard.

"Morgan, there are some things that should be grasped as soon as possible, and don't wait until I am my age to regret it." Malken left the living room with such a sentence in front of Morgan.

The old royal capital of Britain, which was once the most prosperous city in the whole of Britain, is now in its former glory.

Surrounding the whole city is a dark cloud that will not dissipate all year round, and the faces of the pedestrians in the city are numb, and under the harsh government of Votigon and the bullying of the Saxons, the aborigines who originally lived in the city are already a difficult thing to live today.

On the throne that originally belonged to Yusher, there was a middle-aged man whose face could not be seen clearly surrounded by black fog. He was none other than Vothigen, who defeated Uther and plunged Britain into a turbulent era.

"How's it going, have you heard from the descendants of Yusher?"

The voice was hoarse and low, so that it didn't look like it could come out of a "human's" throat. But there is no doubt that even this hoarse sound like a fingernail scratching a cloth has the power to penetrate people's hearts.

The knights kneeling before the throne resisted their fears and answered the question of Votigon on the throne.

"My king, we have received definite information that the man who drew his sword near London that day has been confirmed to be a descendant of Uther, and that remnant was secretly raised by Merlin in the house of a knight named Ektor."

"Ector? It's that kid. Votigon remembered the knight who had been seriously wounded by him on the battlefield.

Ten years of hunting and searching failed to find Uther's successor, but Votigon showed no anger. Becoming one with Britain, he knew where his destiny would be understood, even if he could not see what had become obscured for some unknown reason.

Sooner or later, Uther's successor, the future Red Dragon of Britain, will come to the city with soldiers to reclaim everything he once had.

"My king, do you want to send a large army to suppress the border? The remnant was now just a fifteen-year-old kid, and if he sent an army, he would not be able to survive under the iron hoof. ”

To strangle danger in the cradle, this is a truth that Voltigeng has understood when he was still a human being. He also wanted to send troops to kill his destined enemy, but the magician was not a vegetarian after all.

"No, if I send a large army, I will let the miscellaneous fish in Britain unite against me."

Votigen's did not think that the kings of Britain would cause trouble, and he did possess the terrifying strength to incinerate all armies to ashes, but that would only lead to a restraining blow.

If you don't go too far, you will even be wrathed by the King of Avalon. Such beings who are far beyond the gods even play with the history of Britain in the midst of laughter.

Even if he is integrated with the island of Britain, he is just a scum that can be wiped out by the other party with a flick of his fingers.

"Barnett, I will give you even more power than you have now, and you will lead a group of elite knights to strangle the remnant."

After a moment of silence, Votigen made the final decision, leaving the task of hunting the heir of Uther to Barnett, the knight he had once favored.

"Do as you will." Kneeling on the ground, the knight named Barnett served Vantigeng like a machine.

"By the way, have you found out about Achill's death and the disappearance of his army ten years ago?"

"I haven't checked it, and the only information I know now is the name of 'Qi Wuce'." Barnett truthfully reported the information he had received.

“……”

Votigen pondered that he had felt the breath of the gods and the Red Dragon in Britain on the day of Achill's death ten years earlier. That's why he hasn't forgotten about it for ten years.

Helpless...... Repeating this name in his heart, he has no image of this name at all. But in the memory of the island, the name Qi Wuce has a slight image. It's just that the image is too vague, and it sounds familiar to humans at best.

"Accept my power and bring me satisfactory news!"

Votigen's eyes lit up crimson behind the darkness, and when he raised his hand, endless darkness poured out of the ground, and the darkness gathered on Barnett's body under manipulation.

Black mist poured in from the eyes, nose, mouth, and ears, and Barnett let out a low roar like a beast. First, the skin becomes swollen and red, and finally patches of dark red patterns appear on the surface of the body.

Barnett underwent Votigen's transformation into a monster capable of destroying an army.