Everyone had long been unable to see Arthur's figure clearly, and at this time, there was only a ball of light like a bright sun in the field that continued to bloom with dazzling brilliance.

The ball of light that enveloped Arthur gradually stopped as it expanded to about a meter and a half in diameter, and then everyone saw that a small area on the edge of the huge ball of light emitting golden light was occupied by a bloodline of cyan blue.

As time passed, the cyan light gradually eroded and became larger and larger in all directions, eventually enveloping the golden light inside. Just like Arthur, who continued to soar to nearly forty levels of strength and then stagnated.

The cheerful cyan blue light gradually contracted, and the dazzling light gradually converged, and finally it was absorbed into Arthur's body as he stood upright with his eyes closed.

At this time, the covered horn helmet on Arthur's head had fallen to the ground at some point, and the blonde hair fluttering in the wind and his fair and handsome face had a strange beauty. Everyone looked at the holy scene in front of them and held their breath. There was no more uproar or noise in their gaping mouths.

Everyone was infected by the scene in front of them, and a strange sense of solemnity rose in their hearts. Just like the sense of ritual and awe that faced the birth of a legend, although they themselves may not want to admit it, they faithfully expressed it in their actions and expressions.

It was in this atmosphere that Arthur slowly opened his eyes. It was still the same green eyes as the same as the lake, but at this time, the calm and clear eyes were long gone, and they were full of turbulent waves, making it easy to read his emotions at this time.

Compared to the people present who had already vaguely accepted the reality, it seemed that he himself was even more incredulous. He looked at Shiraishi and his hands behind him in surprise, as if he couldn't accept the fact that the golden scabbard had been integrated into his body.

"How is that possible? How could it be me? Why me? That's impossible! ”

Zheng Ming on the side rolled his eyes speechlessly when he saw Arthur, who was still muttering to himself. Although it is very understandable as a human instinct to want to pretend to be forced. But Arthur's performance at this time has been a bit too much. It's not against pretending, it's just that it doesn't like the slightly hypocritical pretense.

At this time, Arthur, in Zheng Ming's view, has a tendency to change from the dark outfit that he didn't care about or believe in the beginning to the open outfit. So before Arthur continued to pull hatred, Zheng Ming jumped out very consciously.

"Now that it's happened, I think it's better to accept reality than to doubt yourself. And that's a good thing, isn't it? ”

Arthur, who was still bowing his head with a blank face, was patted on the shoulder by Zheng Ming, and then came back to his senses.

Seeing the other party's overwhelmed expression, and the slightly cute reaction, Zheng Ming sighed speechlessly, and half-jokingly complained: "What's the matter with the girl-like reaction of yours who has been knocked out of her heart?" You still say you want to be a knight! How old you are to be scared like this. When Lao Tzu was stabbed to death, he was not as expressive as you are now. ”

When Zheng Ming said the last sentence, he lowered his voice, and Arthur, who had been unable to calm down for a long time, didn't pay much attention to this kind of words that seemed to be his usual joke.

Due to Arthur's own strong wavering, the reaction of everyone present was also slightly strange. They just exchanged glances with each other quickly, their faces full of strangeness, but none of them spoke.

The strange silence lasted for a while, and eventually Lancelot came out first. The smile on his face was a little stiff at this time, and his eyes were full of envy, loss, and a trace of inexplicable complex emotions.

"Congratulations. Arthur. You have all the qualities of a knight, and it makes sense to get the Hallows. From now on, you will no longer be the nominal Duke Arthur. I hope to be able to fight alongside you in the future. ”

Lancelot's reaction and decisiveness Zheng Ming knew in his heart, so when he was the first to throw away his unwilling words of congratulations, Zheng Ming was not very surprised. After all, the young nobles present were all young nobles, although they were probably educated and knew in their hearts that the situation could not be reversed at this time, but the unique arrogance and rare experience of failure of young people made it difficult for them to let go of their prejudices and congratulate each other purely for the sake of profit. Zheng Ming understands these very well, and it is impossible to do it as Zheng Ming.

So when he saw Cohen, who was said to be the leader of Lancelot's guards and had a very low sense of existence, put aside Lancelot and came to congratulate Arthur in a different way, Zheng Ming was very surprised.

"Congratulations. Duke Arthur. I also learned a little about you when I was in the royal capital. I have always seen your character along the way. I think you're a good fit. ”

If Zheng Ming hadn't stood next to Arthur and happened to see the serious expression on his face, he would definitely feel that he was a sycophant who tended to be inflammatory. It's clear that that's what everyone behind them thinks. When they found out that there were already two people who had shown goodwill to the owner of the Hallows, the man who, according to legend, was bound to become a legend. The long-standing aristocratic communication, entanglement of interests, and various kinds of combined education have finally been reflected.

They gave up the arrogance in their hearts one after another, stepped forward one by one, put the "perfect smile" on their faces that they had practiced in front of the mirror countless times, and said the words of blessing and happiness that they had memorized for a long time.

In this way, as one after another smiling and familiar people poured forward, Zheng Ming was squeezed out of the crowd. Maybe it's not appropriate to say that it was squeezed out, because it should say that it couldn't stand it and withdrew.

He glanced at Arthur, who was still in a trance wrapped in the center of the crowd, and said nothing. This kind of scene is so familiar that it can't stir up waves in its heart. It quickly shifted its attention to Fenway, the elf who was also standing alone.

Zheng Ming walked to the elf Fenwei, glanced at the energy shield on his body that had never dispersed, and whispered, "You're afraid of me?" ”

It was obvious that Elf Fenwei also understood the meaning of Zheng Ming's words from Zheng Ming's eyes, he smiled slightly, nodded at Zheng Ming, and shook his head.

"Look at you, you like to talk in the clouds and fog, and talk by guessing? It's the type I hate the most. Either you just ignore me, or you make it clear. It's annoying to guess. ”

"I'm not afraid of you. There is no removal of the shield, just protection of yourself. ”

"Oh? So I do have the ability to threaten you? ”

Seeing that Elf Fenwei didn't answer, Zheng Ming smiled indifferently, changed the topic and continued: "I've been observing you before. ”

Hearing Zheng Ming's confession, Elf Fenwei's face showed a look of interest.

"Oh? What did you observe? ”

"You don't seem surprised that Arthur got the golden scabbard?"

"How so?"

"You're like the audience watching a play. With a kind of arrogance that sees through everything, he is interested in it but stays out of it. ”

"Hehe, very observant. But I don't think I'm the only one with this mentality, right? You seem to be the same in front of me, right? ”

"Hahaha. You're laughing. I'm not as relaxed as you say. At least when I tried to pull the golden scabbard, I thought I could succeed. And I'm not as calm as you. The house you're talking about is the white stone over there. Although you told Lancelot that he was not allowed to move at will, you didn't seem to care much. I really can't figure out what the point is for you to fight you to the death with the Gao Benefactor. ”

"From what you think you can get the golden scabbard, you seem to be on the margins of the Dragon clan? Is it the kind of person who comes in and hits opportunities and wants to change his fate? If that's the case, you don't have to know that much at all. What I can tell you is that there is no chance for you here, or that she is your chance. ”

Following the gaze of the elf Fenwei, Zheng Ming happened to see Arthur, who was also looking at him. He nodded to Arthur, who was smiling wryly at him, and then looked at Elf Fenway again.

"You see, it's this arrogance. Is this what is called on the race? ”

"It seems that you don't think of yourself as a superior race? Or are you not recognized as a Dragon? Is it really a half-blood? ”

"You know what? I'm sensitive to energy. Although your energy is very different in shape, color, etc., it feels very similar to a golden scabbard. It's like ......" Speaking of this, Zheng Ming stared at Elf Fenwei's face tightly, hoping to get the answer from his expression and eyes.

"One source!"

"Oh? Is it talent? I'm getting more and more curious about your bloodline beyond Dragon. Which superior race is it? Or is it a spiritual creature of heaven and earth? ”

Zheng Ming stared quietly for a while, without showing the slightest abnormality, and looked away with a smile.

"Looks like we don't need to talk any further. There is not much point in constantly asking each other questions without answering. ”

"I think so, too."

At this point, the conversation between the two ended, Zheng Ming once again glanced at the crowd around and Arthur in the center of the crowd, whispered "sorry" to himself, and then resolutely strode in front of Baishi.

Under the puzzled eyes of the elf Fenwei and some Celts, Zheng Ming's right hand was placed flat on the white stone, and he silently recited the word "devour" in his heart.

For a while, the white light bloomed again, and the mutation regenerated...