In the face of Artoria's questioning, the mysterious man did not say a word under the gray ascetic hood.

At this moment, the mysterious person is still in a series of strange shocks.

For him from the holy Obaro Continent, a glorious place of civilization, before he personally landed on this "England Island", which has not been set foot on for thousands of years and is known as a wild land by the natives of the Obaro continent, he also wishfully believed that this so-called "place of fate turning point" is just an isolated island where his relatives live in seclusion.

However, when he really follows the map given to him by his "mother", crossing the English Channel, a "demonic gap" full of storms and undercurrents, he actually sets foot on this land.

An empire beyond his imagination unfolded before him.

Yes, the Empire!

In his opinion, this land was only the size of an ordinary kingdom on the continent of Obarro, but there were more than 20 silver powerhouses on the surface, and even, in the past thirty years, this land even had a golden legend that could represent the human race and compete with the kings of the alien race.

You must know that even on the continent of Obaro, only the French Empire and the German Empire, where he is located, each have more than 15 silver powerhouses!

Even, with the strong strength of his silver high-level, he also vaguely learned from the mouths of some native nobles on the island of England that there was even a spellcaster who was about to disappear on the mainland!

The mysterious man really couldn't imagine that if it weren't for the fact that there was a spatial rift in this small land that would connect to the "Abyss Plane" every five hundred years.

With the accumulation of strong people from generation to generation, that ······

After all, the so-called "devil's gap" - the English Channel. Can't stop hundreds of silver powerhouses!

And, he looked up. He looked squarely at the three warriors in front of him who were confronting him.

Three silver powerhouses!

Even though the two silver clouds behind the leading girl looked a little unsteady, they should have just broken through.

But a small barony hides three pieces of silver!

Three super powerhouses who can be named hereditary barons or court counts in the Sacred Obaro continent?!

The mystery man felt more and more that the place where his uncle was was unusual.

That blood resonates. It's getting closer.

What a powerful feeling! It seems that the uncle is also a silver powerhouse?

4 silvers, gathered in this little barony? Hah, that's a lot of fun!

It's been a long time since I did it.

The mysterious man looked up, his gorgeous purple hair sliding through the gap in his hood, swaying gently in the breeze.

In that case, let me try the real strength here!

"My name, Lancelot Ben Black."

"To the Hufflepuff Lord, launch a glorious knightly trial!"

Instantly pulled out the dreamy snow sword at his waist. Both hands gripped the hilt of the sword, the tip of the sword pointing towards the sky.

All over the body, the surging silver silk fighting qi burned like a boiling torch.

In the afterglow of the setting sun, the edge of the blade shimmered like a lake under the moon, and rows of mysterious words emitted a unique glow were engraved.

The brown-haired boy in an olive ranger costume beside him heard his master's voice and stepped back in tacit understanding······

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Looking at the gray-robed mysterious man waiting in front of him, he heard his self-declared name and invitation to the knight's trial.

Time. Whether it was Edward who was far away from the castle in the center of the city, or Artoria and the others who were in the confrontation at the scene, they were all stunned for a moment.

First of all.

The so-called "Glory Knight Trial" is a kind of lucky person who has no power behind him after becoming a strong man. When you voluntarily join a force that you are optimistic about, you will perform a surrender ceremony to the force you wish to serve.

This kind of ritual. The main place is in a game that does not involve life and death initiated by the caster. Gambling on their own dignity and glory, and fighting with the strong sent by the forces they wish to serve!

On the one hand. The Contributor can show his or her strength in battle to make the opponent take it seriously; On the other hand, you can also test whether the forces you want to serve are really as powerful as you have observed before.

Traditionally, knightly powerhouses above the official rank will generally join a certain faction when they are warriors. Otherwise, the individual powerhouse who is simply helpless will not be able to obtain those special resources and wealth that must be required when they are promoted to the ranks.

But fortunately, in the current Second Age of Magic, thousands of years after the collapse of the Magic Empire, the remnants of countless large and small empires left over the entire plane will appear randomly throughout the continent or on the island of England every once in a while.

Therefore, every few decades, there is always a group of lucky people who are alone and can be lucky enough to find those randomly appearing relics, obtain the resources in them, and become a powerhouse above the new official rank.

If they want to gain secular recognition of status and wealth, the fastest way is undoubtedly to join the existing big forces, and those unique to the magic world of the mysterious allegiance ceremony and magic contract that they default to when they officially join the forces also make those big forces not have to worry, they will join their own will be a two-five boy or a spy.

Secondly.

The name of "Lancelot" is like thunder in Edward's circle.

Our silly princess Artoria has also carefully studied the famous Carthusian tragic myth "King Arthur" in the university library in the Marvel world, although in her opinion, the mythical story and her original world are completely different in some aspects, but in the general context, there is indeed a certain similarity.

King Arthur in that book is naïve and proud, and may be worthy of praise in terms of military exploits, but in the politics of really dealing with national affairs, the dull princess who was forced by Helga to read countless modern political books can proudly throw him countless kilometers away.

Then again, it is precisely because our simple dull princess has been brainwashed by a certain book of "Royal Politics" that she will be so easy to accept the marriage of Edward and another powerful imperial empress······

Well, let's not talk far, facing the challenge of the "Glory Trial" of the "famous" figure in front of me.

Artoria, our goofy princess, raised her right hand and waved it backwards.

Seeing Artoria's signal, Cassiso and ****** two big men, glanced at each other, nodded, each took dozens of steps back, and asked the Knights of the Round Table on the periphery to expand the encirclement again. Free up the entire arena.

Lancelot Ben Black. Blake? This is my father's last name.

It seems that you may really have a blood connection with your father-in-law, as you said in the legend of that time? (In the legend of King Arthur, Lancelot is a relative of King Arthur's father)

Artoria's eyes froze, and a clear voice sounded on the scene.

"I accept your glorious trial!"

A self-confidence that came from her own strength and a majesty that naturally came from the blood of a king flourished on her body, and the brilliant silver fighting aura like the sun gushed out from her body.

"May I, Artoria Pendragon, be satisfied!"

The crimson "Red Dragon Sword" was held flat in front, and the surging aura like the sea pressed forward wave after wave.

"Grand Knight of Freedom, Lancelot!"

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(To be continued.) )

PS: Haha, the purple-haired knight in the lake appeared╮(╯▽╰)╭ slept until the evening again, and went out to eat~