Chapter 11: The Beginning of the Journey (Part I)

Arthur groped around the base for a long time, trekking through the long, deep corridors of steel.

There were quite a few patrolling knights along the way, who watched indifferently as the lowly servant boy walked by, but did not pay a damn eye. In normal times, if they saw a servant walking through a forbidden area like the base, the knights would have intercepted Arthur for interrogation.

Maybe it was suspicious, and it seemed to Arthur that the knights who passed by him were looking at him strangely, as if they were all laughing at him.

How many people had seen his fights in the simulation room, and how many people had laughed at his stupid behavior and clumsy battles?

He shook his head, trying to get rid of the thoughts in his head, maybe things weren't as bad as he thought. The boy avoided the patrolling knights as much as he could, and with great difficulty, finally groped his way back to his quarters.

"Arthur, are you finally back?" As soon as he pushed the door in, the blonde boy Lancelot turned to look at Arthur and asked worriedly, "Do you know that Richard is looking for you everywhere like crazy?!" "I don't want to bother with him for a while." Arthur lay wearily on the bed, "If he comes, tell him to go to his father." I've had enough of messing around with their father and son. "Huh, what are you talking about? Do you really think that a nobody like you will have a chance to be received by the head of the Knights?" Lancelot was about to make fun of Arthur, but when he looked back, the boy was already asleep.

Despite this, Lancelot complained to the sleeping Arthur: "You are always like this, taking other people's words as if they were the wind in your ears. weishenme, I'm going to be friends with an arrogant guy like you?" Despite this, Lancelot's mind kept flashing back to the scene when he and Arthur first met. The boy in the slum was looking at the blonde boy from the aristocracy with a resolute gaze. Arthur's piercing black eyes can make a lasting impression on anyone's mind. Those eyes seemed to glow, whether it was the fire of anger or something else.

Viscount Richard would buy a thin and useless slave like Arthur from a slave trader, perhaps, it has something to do with these piercing eyes?

On the other side of Shijie, in the midst of endless darkness.

The woman sat silently on her throne, her eyes glowing with an eerie red.

"Darkness has begun to form. "It won't be long before the balance of this shijie is broken." When the brilliance of Shijie becomes the most dazzling, our dark family will sweep through the whole Shijie. "O inheritor of the barrier, come here. Where the sun rises is where you really shine. At the end of Shijie is your grave. "The gears of fate have begun to turn.

"Ahh

"That voice!" could it be the next day.

The boy was woken up by a sharp knock on the door. He wondered: Today is obviously a holiday, so he can't even go to serve Richard on a holiday, right?!

Arthur opened the door to the dormitory, and instead of Richard's angry face, he saw a thin knight. Judging by his epaulettes, he was a bronze horseman who specialized in heralds.

"Servant Arthur Kelton," said the herald's knight, "please come to the third conference room in the east wing at once. "Got it," Arthur said.

"What's the matter? Richard's getting you in trouble?" Lancelot asked, getting up from his bed.

"It would be nice if that were the case. Arthur replied absentmindedly to his roommate. The meaning behind this sentence is known only to him.