There used to be a few poor jingle kids, in order to make a living, went to the dungeon and became adventurers.

A full-time priest, a group of converted fighters.

Warriors farm monsters, priests heal, although this group of children work hard every day, but life is full of joy.

With the near-death of each other, overcoming difficulties and ups and downs, the children finally gained a foothold in the dungeon and saved money to start a guild.

At the beginning of the guild's establishment, it was poor and white.

In the whole hall, except for the bed, there was only a round table, not even chairs.

The priest laughingly suggested that it be called the Knights of the Round Table Guild.

Thus, the Knights of the Round Table Guild was born, and the priest with the strongest level of strength assumed the position of president.

After that, the children grew up, and the Knights of the Round Table Guild also grew, from a small guild at the beginning, to a large guild that could take charge of itself.

In the face of a large number of members and abundant financial resources, some people can no longer control their innermost desires, and begin to get involved in power and money, and begin to covet pleasure and luxury.

However, it is not enough to get involved, and the most ambitious of them has quietly set his sights on his brother's position.

He knows that with his fame and strength, he can't do anything as a brother, but he has a conspiracy and a means.

By chance, his brother was at the bottom of his mana, and he knew that his chance had come.

While his brother was sitting on the edge of the cliff resting and letting off steam, he stretched out his sinful hands and pushed his brother off the cliff with his own hands.

"Fortunately, there are some uneven levels of the dungeon, I fell on a protruding rock, and then I didn't know anything, and when I woke up again, there was a strange space in front of me, and there were some monsters I had never seen before, and I tried to recall something, but found that my memory was blank."

Godot let out a long sigh and said, "I understand Scassa's desire to become the president, so I forgave him for the crime of pushing me off the cliff, but I can never forgive him, his ruthlessness to his brother!" ”

"You are also his brother" I said: "Since he can be ruthless to you from the beginning, he can naturally be ruthless to others, as the saying goes, the country is easy to change, the nature is difficult to change, some people, the nature is evil, and they can't change if they want to." ”

"Perhaps," Godot muttered.

"Well, knowing that your brother did it, what are you going to do?" I asked him, "Are you going to kill my brother too?" ”

He hesitated and did not speak.

I chuckled and said, "Are you still looking at him as a brother?" ”

"What?" Godot said confusedly.

"You're no longer his brother from the moment he pushes you off the cliff, and even then, do you have to stubbornly treat him as your brother?"

"I ......," Godot continued to hesitate.

"Look at him," I said, pointing to the dirt bag, "and your brother, who is now only wrapped in a carpet, buried deep in the ground, turned into food for maggots, rotted, and then turned into dirt, forgotten by the world, if the man who pushed you down the cliff really regarded you as brothers, he would not have pushed you off the cliff, and he would not have sent someone to kill him!" ”

"A real brother is worth relying on behind his back, and he will definitely not stab you in the back, and those who can stab you will only be your enemies, and they will never be your brothers!"

"Think about Billy, think about me, think about all the people in the Dreadnought Guild, which one doesn't trust each other, and which one will stab his teammates and push them off the cliff in order to fight for power and profit?"

"Take Billy as an example, you know him best" I said: "Before you came, Billy and I were half brothers and half incompatible, noisy fights became almost commonplace, but once we met the enemy, we would become each other's most trusted family, relying on each other with our backs, and would rather die than let the enemy hurt each other's hair, this is the brother!" Godot, those who grow up together are not necessarily brothers, but those who are willing to take responsibility for each other are real brothers. ”

In fact, Godot didn't know this truth, he was just soft-hearted, just constantly convincing himself, and unable to let go of the youth that everyone used to play with, although poor, but happy.

After that, the more I drank, the more silent I became, not speechless, but decided to abandon the past and face the cruel reality.

As the day dawned, with the sound of a glass bottle cracking, Godot shattered the shackles that had been placed on him by his once good memories.

His eyes became brighter, and the aura exuded by the whole person was even more vicissitudes and haggard.

"Captain, help me," he said, his hoarse voice full of pain and determination: "I want revenge." ”

"I've been waiting for this sentence" smiled, patted him on the somewhat hard shoulder, and I said, "For the sake of my brother, I'll help you." ”

At this point, I have one more small plan - to help Godot, recapture the Knights of the Round Table Guild, capture the current president of the Knights of the Round Table Guild, and hand it over to Godot for ruling.

If I want to overthrow the Knights of the Round Table Guild, it is not impossible to rely on the forces I can mobilize at present, but I am even more looking forward to destroying the opponent in a simpler and more crazy way.

Soon, I had a solution.

It's just temporary, and it's not yet suitable for disclosure.

When they went home to take a nap and woke up again, it was already nine o'clock in the morning, and the Phoenix had already gone to the Rose Legion station to watch the training match.

I am ashamed of their enthusiasm.

I don't doubt the purpose of the girls going to the training matches, but I doubt the purpose of the men going to the games - these guys are just trying to feast their eyes, right?

Jin Siqi returned to the New Heroic Guild, and the proprietress and others went to the purchased store to conduct field investigations, and at the same time went to major home furnishing stores to order furniture accessories.

Old man Taylor still drinks non-stop, and the little squeak that was originally used as a chair by the old man is because of yesterday's banquet, which is deeply loved by the members of the Rose Legion, so he was also brought over, and it is estimated that it is now being used as a slide by three little Lori.

The only people left in the house were me, who had just woken up, Billy who was sitting thoughtfully on the sofa, and Godot, who was washing in the bathroom.

"Morning," I said casually.

"Wake up!" Billy didn't raise his head, and said, "I don't even have the embarrassment to call you when you sleep like a pig." ”

"Yo, then I'm not related to you?" I scoffed.

Billy was about to speak, but Godot walked out of the bathroom with a refreshed face: "Morning, Captain. ”

"Early," I said, "you didn't go to the training match?" ”

"Just woke up," Godot said, "just about to go." ”

I looked at him and saw that his gaze was back to the way it had been when we first met, a gaze full of persistence and determination.

The difference is that when they first met, Godot had amnesia, and now, it is because he has opened the knot.

"More energetic," I smiled.

"Yes, Captain," said Godot, "I'll keep going." ”

With the cross on his back, Godot said goodbye to Billy and hurried to the Rosary garrison.

In the villa, only me and Mr. Taylor remained.

I walked into him, sat down on the floor, picked up a bottle of wine, took a sip, and said, "Old man, I have always had a question for you. ”

(End of chapter)