In the next few days, Arthur was still as busy as ever, leaving early and returning late. And Zheng Ming, who had nothing to do all day and stayed in the house, never talked to him again except for occasional glances from afar. So Zheng Ming, who had nothing to do, had to swing his sword all day long, study his abilities, and spend a boring time at a time.

In this way, time passed quietly when Zheng Ming swung his sword and practiced his abilities. He did not wait for the dark vortex to open again, but waited for the old king to summon him.

After many days, Arthur and Zheng Ming got together again, just because Zheng Ming refused to let the maid change him into a noble costume that was troublesome to wear.

"It's etiquette. Just bear with it. ”

Arthur waved away the maid who was in a dilemma, picked up his clothes and walked to Zheng Ming's side.

"Oh? Finally willing to talk to me? What does it matter? Compared to your face-to-face refusal to get married, what is the problem of clothing? ”

For Zheng Ming, who was still angry and spoke sharply, Arthur didn't pay too much attention to it. He smiled bitterly and then said to Zheng Ming in a soft tone, "I'm sorry. It was me who was wrong before. I shouldn't have said that. Can you forgive me? ”

"What forgives not to forgive? If you don't want to accept the marriage, I won't force you. If something really happens, it's a big deal to just run away together. I just think Gwenna should be given an explanation. ”

Arthur's sincere apology made Zheng Ming a little overwhelmed, and his tone unconsciously slowed down.

"Let's not talk about it, okay? Can you put on your dress now? ”

It was obvious that Arthur didn't want to talk about this matter in depth, and when he heard Arthur's question, Zheng Ming's face immediately showed impatience.

"It's a nuisance. There's a lot of mess. Putting it on is not only time-consuming but also uncomfortable. ”

Although Zheng Ming said so, he still obediently dispersed the black robe on his body, and with the help of Arthur, he began to wear the so-called aristocratic salute.

…………

With Arthur's help, Zheng Ming finally put on a rather tight-fitting robe. At this time, Zheng Ming, who was full of dazzling pendant decorations, was walking in the palace with Arthur under the guidance of his attendants.

Soon, the attendant took Zheng Ming and Arthur to a room and bowed away. Zheng Ming looked at Arthur, and after getting his approval, he pushed the door in.

It was obvious that this was a private meeting, not as spacious as Zheng Ming had expected, accompanied by various nobles. There was only a long wooden table in the room, and there were already people on either side who had already sat down first.

Lancelot needless to say, Gawain, Scott, Kay and other familiar faces gathered together again after many days. Everyone had excited smiles on their faces, talking in pairs, and when someone pushed open the door, they all turned their heads to look.

"Ah~ You're all here? Don't worry. You go on, go on. ”

Lancelot was a little crying and laughing at Zheng Ming's actions, and he hurriedly beckoned, interrupting Zheng Ming's next disgusting move.

Under Lancelot's greeting, Zheng Ming, who had made a vacant seat beside him, looked around at the slightly streamlined room without the slightest furnishings around him and looked at Lancelot. As a recent celebrity, there was no one sitting around, it was obvious that Lancelot had deliberately left a position, Zheng Ming understood this at first sight.

"Thank you. Where is this? The old king is going to summon us here? ”

Lancelot understood Zheng Ming's thanks in seconds, as well as the purpose of his obvious question, and opened his mouth to explain with a smile.

"Hmm. You and Arthur are both visiting the palace for the first time, so it's normal not to know. This is the place where the Imperial Council was held. The old king has asked us to come here today......

"Ah~, oh~, uh-huh. So how long do we have to wait? ”

Seeing Zheng Ming's absent-minded and lazy look, lying on the table with a match, Lancelot reluctantly dispelled the idea of continuing to popularize science.

"Are you embarrassed? As far as you're the latest, it must be because of your problem. The time is almost up, and it is estimated that it will not be long before the old king arrives. ”

Before the words fell, before Zheng Ming could say the words of rebuttal, the sound of neat footsteps outside the door sounded. The distinctive sounds of the heavily armed iron armor as they walked around came one after another.

Everyone present hurriedly silenced and looked in the direction of the gate. In the eyes of everyone, the door slowly opened, and two teams of heavily armed soldiers pushed the door in, standing in unison in the corner of the room, faintly surrounding the people sitting at the long table in the center.

Immediately afterwards, an old figure slowly walked into the room. The blonde hair that used to be like a lion has turned gray. The resolute face has also left old age spots and deep ditches under the ravages of the years. Only those pale blue eyes were still bright.

Needless to say, even if the appearance has changed drastically. Zheng Ming still recognized the old man in front of him who was pacing leisurely with his hands behind his back at first sight, and he was the Celtic king in the portrait.

The old king didn't say anything when he entered the room, but casually glanced at the young faces present, smiled and signaled that everyone didn't need to be polite, and then went straight to the throne. Behind him, two young knights with helmets followed. Finally, they stood upright on either side behind the old king's seat.

Due to the unexpected appearance of the person, Zheng Ming stared at the ordinary face on the left, forgetting his gaffe for a while.

Cohen, who had been looking ordinary all the way, was now a heroic escort behind the old king, and even smiled at the crowd who were looking at him in amazement.

"I think you're all surprised, huh? Cohen, you're familiar with them, so it's up to you to explain. ”

"Yes."

Cohen, who had received orders from the old king, stepped back and gave a knightly salute, then stepped forward and explained with a smile.

"Hmm. It's a pleasure to see you again. I am the King's Knight of the Guard, Cohen. On my way to the Psychedelic Forest to obtain the golden scabbard, I have been commissioned by the king to accompany you. Of these, only Lancelot is in the know. ”

Seeing that everyone was looking at him, Lancelot smiled bitterly, waved his hand again and again, and said, "This is a secret, I can't reveal it." ”

After receiving Lancelot's confirmation, Cohen glanced around at everyone present and continued: "Of course, I didn't just travel with you. I have my purpose. I have both a watchful accusation and a record-keeping responsibility. Along the way, I carefully and secretly observed and recorded your conduct and ability. And made its own assessment. The first time he returned to the royal capital was presented to the king. ”

After hearing Cohen's account, the people present changed color, and then the old king spoke at the right time, calming the panic of the young people present.

"Don't be too nervous. Being here shows that I'm very satisfied with you. As for those assessments, although Cohen is very neutral, I will only use them as a reference. Those don't matter, it's the future that matters. You're all very young, and I'm looking forward to your growth and change. ”