Chapter 273: Buddhist Youth
"What, are you saying I'm very Buddhist now?" After listening to Mordred's assessment of himself, Galahad scratched his head, "What does this Buddha system mean?" β
Galahad's attitude towards life is really Buddhist now, that is, he walks around Britain with Mordred, and seems to have forgotten all about the Holy Grail.
[Really...... I am obviously a promising young man who has goals, ideals, pursuits, and unremitting struggle. Galahad sighed in his heart.
"If this is your understanding of the strange word Buddhism, you are afraid that you have never seen a real Buddhist youth."
ββββ a courtyard in the royal capitalββββ
An old servant respectfully stepped forward with a meal in his hand, and said to a man lying on the bed, "Lord Geraint, it's time for you to eat. β
"No, I want to, sleep." cherishes words like gold, and I feel that it is very difficult for him to say a word. The man lying motionless on the bed was the Knight of Geraint, one of the Knights of the Round Table. This knight is definitely the laziest knight in the entire Knights of the Round Table, and no one dares to call him the first when he says second.
In legend Gerant, a knight of the round table in this Arthurian legend, Enid's husband. The son of Erbin, a knight of Devon, he restored Sir Yniol's territory and fell in love with Sir Yniol's beautiful daughter, Enid, and eventually married her. After the marriage, Enid complained that he was too lazy, and Geraint was deeply ashamed of this, but later he mistakenly believed that Enid was unfaithful to him. So he took her on a journey, and after many trials along the way, until Geraint finally believed that Enid had not been unfaithful to him, and the two returned to the castle, where they spent the rest of their time happily.
This is what history says about this knight (own Baidu). I have to say that the forest is big, and there are all kinds of birds. Sycophant "Joker" Dagonit, blind musician Tristan, "Sister Control Maniac" Kai, brother Gareth, carrot monster Gawain...... Of course, it can't be ruled out that Mordred, the Knights of the Round Table are simply wonderful.
"Geraint, why are you still sleeping???" Geraint's wife, Enid, didn't know how many times the servant had called Geraint, but to no avail. Looking at Geraint on the bed, he was still indifferent, and Enid had to continue urging: "Aren't you still going out to find the Holy Grail?" The other Knights of the Round Table have already crossed the coast, and you're the only one still asleep at home. Can I find the Holy Grail by sleeping in a bed? β
"I was already looking for it when I came back from the palace, it's really a holy grail, can you find it casually?" Geraint couldn't stand the annoyance, turned over, and covered her ears tightly, "It depends on fate, only those who receive the favor of fate can get the Holy Grail, no matter how hard I try to find it, it's just in vain." β
He let out a sigh of relief, and gradually fell asleep again, "When fate arrives, the Holy Grail will naturally appear." β
β¦β¦β¦β¦β¦β¦ Enid was stopped by Geraint's "crooked truth" [Although it's all nonsense, it sounds so reasonable!] γ
βββββ the northern part of Britainβββββ
"So you mean, as soon as the ape droppings arrive, the Holy Grail will naturally appear?" Mordred instilled a crooked reasoning in Galahad, and even Galahad was impressed.
"Yes, yes, the Holy Grail is to look for it by the way, and our top priority now is to think about how to get out of this canyon! That's the point! Mordred brought Galahad's thoughts back. As a qualified road idiot, Mordred naturally doesn't know the way. And Galahad, though a little more reliable, the young knight does not seem to have been to this part of northern Britain. So the two of them got lost.
Mordred and Galahad had been trapped in this canyon for five or six days. Their food is almost exhausted, and if they can't find an outlet, they may starve to death in this wild place.
"If we can't get out, we'll die here!" Mordred frantically looked at the map in his hand, hoping to find a flaw.
"Mordred, you really want to take the map in your hand......" Galahad kindly reminded Mordred, for the first time in his life he had seen someone holding a map in the opposite direction.
"Damn, don't tell me that you have to rush to get the map all the way, but you won't even look at the map?!!!" Galahad couldn't help but burst into a foul mouth.
"Oh...... Ahem! Mordred hurriedly straightened the map in his hand and pretended to be serious: "I hope to find the right direction by doing the opposite!" β
If it weren't for the sight of a few drops of cold sweat on Mordred's forehead from his weak heart, Galahad almost believed it. "Give me the map, I'll take a look. By the way, how many days do we have enough food to last? β
"Probably today." Mordred counted on his fingers and reported an accurate date.
"I knew that we had so much food in stock, and we would be able to sustain ...... You're saying we're going to run out of food today?!! "Galahad was shocked, he remembered that he had bought enough food last time to eat for another seven or eight days, why did he run out of food now?" How do you eat it??? β
"Of course, I ate it one bite at a time." Mordred replied seriously: "Actually, it's nothing, I can eat all this food in one day!" β
"It's not something to be honored! You can eat in a day, and our ability to run out of food is not worth showing off! "Galahad's heart has some infarctions for a while" It's all eaten, and we're dead! β
"Wait." Mordred stopped a desperate Galahad, "What do you see is that?" β
In the direction that Mordred was pointing to, a dilapidated stone house appeared in front of Mordred and the others. There is a stone table in the stone house. There were plenty of hot meals on the table, and there was a gorgeous golden wine glass with wine inside.
In the wilderness, this scene is very suspicious.
γGolden cup?γ Mordred always thought the broken cup looked familiar.