1:304 Controversy over Resolution (Part I)

The next day. On this day, it snowed heavily in London, and it was a very bad day.

Arthur returned to the annex in Fort Elsensen, where the Knights of Arthur were housed.

"You're finally back, Arthur?" Zhalfir saw Arthur push the door in, and quickly exclaimed, "Where the hell did you go yesterday?" Arthur replied hesitantly, closing the heavy wooden door to keep the cold wind and snow out. He shivered, sat down by the stove to warm up, and looked to see if there was anything to eat in the pot of the stove.

Tristan sneered and looked at Arthur, who was pouring out the stew soup from the pot to eat. Arthur's clothes are the same as they were when he went out yesterday, and this kid must have spent the night out somewhere.

"It's so good, you're not shallow!" said the fish-man prince with a sneer, "Bediwell has obviously fallen into the hands of that demon girl, and the good luck is uncertain, but you are in the mood to go out and spend all day drinking." Sure enough, if you win against four Heavenly Knights, you will be invincible in the world, which is amazing, right?" Arthur replied with a sharp gaze from Tristan: "Now my King's Sword is still being reforged, and I can't do anything without weapons." And, do you know where Mogoth's research institute is?!" Tristan shrugged, "I don't know, but I'm looking." It's better than just having fun. A snow butterfly flew back and landed on Tristan's shoulder, and he looked disappointed: "Isn't it?" Arthur looked at the faint dark circles under the Fish-Man Prince's eyes, and knew that this guy was using search magic day and night. I don't know if the heavy snow outside is also caused by him.

"I can't be as [efficient] as you are if I look for it anyway. Arthur replied with a sneer, "You just work hard and turn the whole shijie upside down." Tristan ignored Arthur. He sat there in silence, as if concentrating. He blew a breath of frost and conjured dozens of snow butterflies, which flew out through the cracks in the window.

Arthur imagined these white elves flying in the snow. Those who don't know will see it, and they will definitely come up with some legend of elves and ghosts.

Arthur, who was well fed, stood up, "All right, you guys take care of yourselves. I'll go take a shower and say—" After spending the night in that filthy place, he felt that he needed not only a bath, but also a full body sanitization - and to Arthur's annoyance, Jaglovi (I don't know if it was on purpose) had lost Arthur's panties when he returned Arthur's original clothes. Arthur was still wearing the same pink (and heart-shaped) panties he wore last night.

If this kind of thing were to be seen by the Knights, Arthur would have been teased for a while. He was in a hurry to take a shower and change his clothes to get rid of this [incriminating evidence].

But how could he be so lucky.

Parin Lore was about to slam the wooden door open, and he rushed in: "Arthur—?!How did you go to that kind of place last night?!" Arthur was annoyed. Jaglovi, this big mouth!

"How can you be like this! You, you are not yet an adult!" asked the Grand Duke of Parinlore in a series of rebukes: "What have you been doing?!, are you not afraid of making a scandal when you go in and out of such filthy and obscene places?!—don't you have the consciousness of being a king?!" Arthur became angry and awkward, "Where I am going, what I am going to do, is my freedom, Palin Lorre [uncle]." You don't even care about your two sons, but you have time to take care of my business?What are you?' my guardian?" Palien Lore was dumbfounded by Arthur's cold retort. He sighed, "Okay. Well done you kid. Then I won't care about you, just let you get any dirty amorous disease, and your whole body will fester. I'll go back and beat those two boys. "Let's go, don't send it." Arthur waved.

"Hmm-" Parinlore breathed. This brainless strong man has no special skills except for fighting and killing, and he can't argue with others, so he is always refuted by his two clever sons. Now even Arthur's nephew is like this, can he not hold his breath?

"Oh, hehehe, are you arguing? Looks like I'm not here at the right time?" a knight pushed the door and walked in, and Arthur saw that it was the Grand Duke of Hall, the heavenly knight.

Arthur had to admit that it was much better to see Hale at such a time than to see the other three heavenly knights. Leon Dickens is an old urchin, Euns is a bad man, Palinlore is a second son, and only the Grand Duke of Hall can really be regarded as Arthur's mentor and friend.

In his frustration and despair, Arthur cast a plea at Hale, who smiled at Arthur, "Stop arguing, boys. [The King Society] is about to begin. "Will the king?" we said as we walked. Hale came over and patted Arthur on the shoulder, gently nudging him out the door.

Parin Lore shrugged his shoulders and walked out as well.

The snoozing star (still in the form of a teenager) shivered on the couch: "Please, who closed that damn door!" The Royal Parliament House in London is a huge building with a circular ceiling that can accommodate tens of thousands of people. Although it is thousands of years old, its glorious golden ceiling and the white façade, which is repainted every year, show nothing of history.

The carved white stone pillars of the Romanesque architecture surround the massive circular structure, more than a thousand in all, each of which is entwined with magic runes for reinforcement. They hold the building firmly and keep the House of Parliament strong enough to withstand a magnitude 9 earthquake without collapsing.

Arthur did come here, but only from the outside. However, this time, it was a little-known person like him who really entered this parliamentary chamber.

He was dressed in a rustic manner, wearing only a simple cotton suit and a simple black dragon armor breastplate (and also wearing that pink panties, which made Arthur very uncomfortable), and pinned his dragon dagger to his waist (although it is a rare rarity, people who don't know the goods will definitely dislike it when they see the ugly appearance of this dagger), and walked into this solemn council hall under the leadership of two heavenly knights.

"Listen," Hale whispered to Arthur as he walked beside him, "We'll take care of the rest, and you don't have to say anything." Our four Heavenly Knights have already reached a consensus to praise you as king. But the parliament will certainly use all kinds of vitriol arguments to criticize you for what you have done, and oppose you becoming king. Those old diehards don't want to give up their power anyway, and they will use all sorts of dirty tricks-"-I don't want to be king!" Arthur retorted angrily, "Are you all fucking listening to me?!!How many times have I said I-" Hale hurriedly covered Arthur's mouth: "Don't talk nonsense here!-listen, I don't care if you want to be king or not, you are the heir to the throne who has gone through the sacred ritual of the Battle of the Five Kings and has chosen the most correct way to take the throne and you are still - ahem- Now that you're out of your own right, even if you want to give up, wait for us to fight for you once, but you can't do it, give up again, okay?" Arthur looked at Hale with a grumbling face. If it had been the other three Heavenly Knights, Arthur would have been so angry that he would have slashed him with a knife. But Arthur's affection for Hale is like his own grandfather (he has never met his own grandfather), with awe and adoration, which is the only reason why the rampaging dragon in Arthur's body does not have a seizure.

"It's also for the peace of Pantoraken, okay?" Hale advised, "there's no time or energy left to mess around with the council. We have to keep our strength to fight the Hungarians!" "Okay! Do what you say. Arthur said angrily, pouting involuntarily: "I won't say anything, watching you and the council bite each other." I wish you all a happy bite. Palinlore shook his head and smiled disapprovingly.