Golden scabbard! Legend has it that the dragon god and the original dragon knights joined forces to create a holy weapon. A legendary treasure that appeared at the same time as the Dragon's Spine Sword and the Dragon God Contract. It is said to have unimaginable magical powers.

However, unlike the Dragonspine Sword, which often appears every hundreds of years as a target of the Battle of Dragoons, and the Dragongod Pact that appears every time the Dragons are successfully summoned, this golden scabbard has never actually appeared in front of the eyes of the world. At least not in the secrets of the past that have been passed down by word of mouth, nor in the texts hidden in the depths of the court.

It has always flowed between the kingdoms of the world in the form of epics and legends, hovering over the taverns frequented by the bards.

"The prototype of the undead and the immortal king in the minstrels' stories is the king of the ancient kingdom of the first Ronan. Today's kingdoms have evolved from the division of that vast empire. It is said that the great emperor was able to maintain his appearance because of the golden scabbard. It also gradually became a symbol of royal power. Legend has it that as long as you gain its approval, you can become a king. ”

The sound of Arthur's explanation kept coming. Zheng Ming scoffed at his rhetoric.

"Getting the recognition of a scabbard? Can the acknowledgment of a dead thing become king? So what if that lucky guy is a fool? Will you also be king to fools? Willing to die for him? ”

Zheng Ming's disdainful and disdainful words made Arthur speechless for a while, and he thought for a while, as if to persuade Zheng Ming, and as if to persuade himself, he whispered: "If he is a fool, how can the holy weapon approve of him? It's like having gone through countless dragon knight battles and produced countless victors, but still no one has ever obtained the Dragon Spine Sword. The person who receives the approval of the golden scabbard must also be convincing enough. ”

Zheng Ming and Arthur talked in a low voice, and everyone seemed to digest this shocking news. The noise faded away, and a handsome man known as the White Horse Knight asked the doubts in his mind.

"The golden scabbard, you say? IMHO, there are countless rumors about it so far. Every time it is said that it is a holy weapon, in the end it is a misunderstanding. Do you have any clues that can actually prove it? ”

As he spoke, he also looked at Pu Zheng and Hao Meng, who were standing beside Lancelot.

On the other side, Zheng Ming looked at the young man who took the lead in questioning, and the corners of his mouth involuntarily curled slightly.

This handsome young man with silver-white curly hair and bright eyes like jewels is named Gawain. He also has a handsome appearance and good family affairs, and his reputation among the nobles of the royal capital is not far behind that of Lancelot. Known as the "White Horse Knight", he is privately known as the "Maiden Knight" due to his popularity.

And Zheng Ming's happiest thing to watch is that this Gao Wen, who likes to ride a white horse and pretend to be a beep, and Lancelot, who pretends to be noble and elegant, fight.

"Don't talk to me about it. I'm just sour. I just like to watch those two unpleasant guys tear up. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. ”

Not to mention Arthur, he looked at Zheng Ming with an inexplicable look and muttered to himself. On the other side, Lancelot heard Gawain's questioning, smiled gracefully at him, and nodded to Hao Meng on the side.

I saw that the picture on the stage suddenly changed to another picture. The holographic scene that was originally immersive itself has also been turned into an aerial shot. There was a deafening shout of killing, and the Dorn, who had been encamped before, suddenly fought with some strange monsters and huge beasts.

The two-headed long-necked monster bird can be seen pecking through the Dorn's head with its sharp beak before being decapitated by the scimitar that follows it. The flame-spewing and scaly ape rushed into the crowd of the Dorn, killing in a frenzy.

Through the picture, everyone can feel the blood, cruelty, and tragedy of the battlefield, as if they can smell the pungent smell of blood.

Soon the Dorn, suffering heavy losses, began to retreat, and to their surprise, the monsters did not chase them out. Seeing the Dornish flinch, they retreated into the valley behind them.

"Look! What is that? ”

Just when most of these aristocratic youths who had not experienced the battlefield were immersed in the shocking tragic battle in the picture, an exclamation sounded. Look in the direction the man is pointing.

In the place where the beasts retreated, in the blank grass at the top of the mountains, there was a snow-white boulder lying impressively. In the center of the boulder is a soft ball of light. Looking through the not-so-dazzling cluster of light, there was a golden scabbard embedded deep in the center of the white stone.

"Is he telling the truth? Is it really a golden scabbard? ”

"Could it be that the legend is true? Is another legend about to be born? ”

"I'm sure you've seen it too. At first I couldn't believe it was true. It wasn't until these two mysterious mage friends arrived and I saw them with my own eyes that I had to believe it. ”

Lancelot interrupted the murmurs of the crowd below, and once again grasped the topic. He took a deep look at the crowd below, and waited until everyone's attention was focused on him.

"Today, I want you to come here to invite you to go there, kill the Dorn, and reclaim our golden scabbard."

"You say you want to take back the golden scabbard that belongs to us?"

Lancelot glanced at Gawain, who was puzzled, and was eager to give a thumbs up to this unusually cooperative competitor.

"That's right! The location in the picture is in the psychedelic forest adjacent to my family's territory. Located in the middle of the Chia Mountains. Although it is beyond the boundaries of our kingdom. But that's because it's too sinister and there are a lot of monsters. For thousands of years, it has been considered our Celtic territory. This is also the acquiescence of all kingdoms. We go to our territory to drive out the invaders, and get back the treasures hidden deep in the territory, isn't it to take back what? ”

Seeing that everyone nodded thoughtfully, and no one got to the point, Zheng Ming finally couldn't help but ask.

"Since it's on the edge of your family's territory, why did you call us? Isn't it good to lead the family army directly into it? Not only can you get the credit alone, but you can also keep the treasure for yourself. Don't tell me, 'Treasures are the ones who live there,' I don't remember that I had a good relationship with you to allow you to share such important information. ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's question, Lancelot smiled bitterly, and saw that Zheng Ming saw that there were many people present who had paid attention before, and they all nodded slightly.

"Everyone knows that I, Lancelot, am not the son-in-law of the family. The family inheritance is too far away from me. I don't have much power in my family. Let's not talk about whether this news is not very conclusive and reported to the family. As far as the family believes in sending troops, if it is a misunderstanding, it will inevitably make my situation even more embarrassing.

In the end, even if the news is true. What good will it do me if the family really finds the golden scabbard? You must know that the golden scabbard needs to be touched to be recognized. How could I, with my own jealousy of it, have the opportunity to get exposure to it? The end result is just to make a wedding dress for others and get a little dispensable appreciation.

I would also like to remind you here. You either come from a poor background, or you have your own hardships in your own family. So don't spread the word about today, and don't mention whether you can cross my tulip family's territory and enter the psychedelic forest. But what good is it for yourselves?

Think about how many of us would be if we succeeded? You can test it once per person, even if you don't get it, but what if your companion gets the approval of the Hallows? Then we are the first descendants to follow him to fight, and we are partners who experience life and death together. It's better than a dispensable compliment or two. ”

Not to mention whether Lancelot's rhetoric was obviously flawed, at least at the moment he managed to convince most of the people present. Seeing that everyone was showing their intentions, they all remained silent. Lancelot secretly praised himself for his unique vision of people, and decided to work harder.

"Thanks to everyone's love, I am known as the Rose Knight. But am I really a knight? Do other kingdoms recognize it? Not to mention other kingdoms, not to mention the realms of our own country, how many people in the royal capital alone criticize us? Say we're not worthy! Say that our knighthood is self-proclaimed! Say we're just soldiers who know how to embroider their legs? Are you willing? Are you really willing to be a good man who was born in a civilian but has worked hard to develop a skill? Every day when you sit in those dirty and noisy taverns, when you drink inferior ale, and when you are blinded by those bartenders, haven't you thought that one day you will be a master, just like those noble lords? ”

Lancelot rarely let go of his figure, gave up elegant words, and said words that were more like the land of the market. This anomaly only made the civilian adventurer swordsmen present feel closer. One of them even stood up and shouted, "Okay." I did it. You're a good kid, it's much more pleasing to the eye than just now. ”

Lancelot seemed to be excited, and he lifted the bottle held by the attendant next to him and drank it all. With a wave of his big hand, he said excitedly to the people below.

"Psychedelic Forest! A place where legends and spirits inhabit. It's full of monsters and magic grass. It is a paradise for adventurers, and it is a place that appears frequently in adventure stories. Don't you think it's a good start for a group of straw buns and civilians to go deep into there and destroy the Goens in a place surrounded by beasts? What if the news of the golden scabbard was a misunderstanding? Don't you think this adventure in itself is enough for us to try?

I have never been willing to be ordinary, nor can I be willing to be ordinary. I'm sure you're like me. Someday one day one of those epic stories sung by bards will be my share, and this adventure will be the beginning of the story. I wish you were in that story. ”

Most of the attendees were teenagers and young adults. With great ambitions and unwilling to be ordinary, they were infected by Lancelot's words. No one cared about the rare gaffe of the well-behaved and elegant Lancelot, and in fact they were no better off at this time.

In this way, Lancelot's speech pushed the atmosphere of the banquet to a climax, and everyone agreed to find another time to talk in detail and then have a carnival. They put aside the cumbersome aristocratic etiquette and showed the characteristic vitality of young people.

They talked and looked forward to the adventure that would eventually come. Fame, status, beauty, money, seem to be within reach.

Zheng Naruto watched everyone, but the child's appearance had a mind far more mature than that of everyone present. He knows all too well what happens when people get carried away.

"I don't know...... When the time comes...... How many will survive? ”

Zheng Ming muttered to himself in an inaudible voice, looking at Arthur and Gwynna. By this time Gwyna had returned to normal, and was happily shuttling between the two handsome knights, Lancelot and Gawain, chatting happily.

As for Arthur, he wholeheartedly eliminated the various "delicacies" provided by the banquet. Looking at Arthur, who only had food in his eyes, as if he had no consciousness or thoughts at all, Zheng Ming smiled helplessly.

"Whatever?"