Chapter 1911: The Iron Virgin (Twenty-Nine)

"Who am I?" Arthur couldn't help but be a little dazed after listening to the Admiral's words.

"No...... It's just self-talk here, don't care. But the Admiral said.

Mysterious. Arthur's forehead was so obvious that it was almost visible.

"Mr. Aslan, I heard that you are from England?" Admiral Penzance continued, "I heard that your family is extinct, but you have the blood of nobles in your veins?"

"Perhaps. Arthur replied lightly. These people don't know anything about him, and they are all hearsay.

"Well, going out of here, about twenty minutes later, there's a witch in the woods. Admiral Penzance suddenly said, "Go find her." Then you will be able to clear a lot of things. ＂

"Witch?" Arthur glanced at the other, "Interesting." Shouldn't England still harbor witches now? Shouldn't they all be caught and burned at the stake?"

"Not every witch, Mr. Aslan. Not every single one. The Admiral smiled indifferently: "There are some witches who are so important that we would rather keep them from the heretical inquisitors of the Holy See." ＂

"Oh. Arthur snorted not very interested: "Okay, I can go and see it when I have time." But I can't guarantee anything. ＂

"Then ------" the Admiral got up from his seated position and took a bag from his bosom. The rustling sound inside the bag should be the sound of gold coins.

"Bring this with you, it's a little bit of funding from me to your Excellency. May Your Excellency have a safe journey. He said.

"Thank you. "Others stuff money into him for nothing, Arthur has no reason not to want to. He took the bag of gold coins and then got up and turned to leave: "Then, if nothing else, I'll go first." ＂

"Take care. Admiral Penzance said.

Arthur turned and walked out of the room. The conversation was very different from what he expected, and Admiral Penzance's attitude was extremely ambiguous, and he didn't know what else was hidden. But so far things have gone well, and Arthur did not think that the first contact with the Admiral would reach the point of being at ease with the other party. Now this feeling of wanting to stop talking and keeping each other mysterious is probably the best.

Arthur had nothing else to do until he had to find a hotel to stay in the dark, so let's go and see what the witch was all about.

"Wow!" Arthur heard Bediwell's cry for help as he walked out of the castle gate.

"Bedi?" Arthur glanced over and saw that the big white wolf was being bullied by several imps, including three boys and one girl.

I don't know where those children came from, but the little ghosts are very bearish, and they actually twist around Bediwell, not playing with the ears of the big wolf, sometimes grabbing Bediwell's legs and fiddling, the picture could not be more beautiful.

"What are you doing here?" said Arthur snorted coldly as he approached, glancing at the scrumply clad imps.

"Wow, the dog master is here, it's scary, run!" and then the group of imps dispersed.

"Wang~" Bediwell breathed a sigh of relief.

"Even a few imps can bully you?" Arthur grinned.

"Whew~!" Bediwell grinned. What else could he do, he was desperate. You can't pounce on those kids.

"Whew, you're soft-hearted. Normally, all it takes is a few barks at those imps to scare them away. Arthur straightened Bedwell's messed vest, "Let's go, the next stop is to meet the witch in the forest." ＂

"Wow. Bediwell responded.

However, just as Arthur was about to leave, a voice behind the pillar asked, "Big brother, can you talk to the animals?"

A child poked out and looked at Arthur. With his large clear blue eyes and pure blonde hair, the boy looked very handsome, even though he seemed to be only about seven or eight years old.

"Whew. Not really. Arthur then denied, "But there are very intelligent individuals among the wolves, and they can roughly understand what we say." ＂

"Yes. I really want to raise a wolf, too. The child then said, looking at Bediwell's eyes and shining: "Is this wolf for sale?

"It's not for sale, and you can't keep it. Arthur flatly refused: "Wolves are beasts. Only wolves that have been raised since childhood can barely get acquainted with people. But they're still extremely dangerous beasts, and they might suddenly go berserk and pounce on you and cut your throat. The little ghost who doesn't even have the ability to protect himself, forget it. ＂

"Oh, that's it, forget it. The imp stuck out his tongue and dispelled the idea of raising a wolf.

"Whew. Arthur patted Bediwell on the back and motioned for him to leave. He didn't say anything more to the little ghost, and hurried away with the big white wolf.

"Your Majesty, where the hell have you gone?" Soon after Arthur and Bedeville left, a group of soldiers hurried over and finally surrounded the blonde child.

"I'm not going anywhere. The child said unhappily, "Cut, walk away a little bit, you are all nervous like this, don't you bother." Can't I have some personal freedom?"

"What nonsense are you talking about, Your Majesty!" The captain of the British army who took the lead knelt in front of the little imp, his face turned pale, and he said nervously: "Your Majesty, you are the king of England, and you are the most important person in this country! You are running around like this, what should you do if you are attacked by gangsters with bad intentions! The responsibility of our personal guards is to protect Your Majesty, and we can't afford to be in danger if you are in danger!"

"Got it, got it! You've repeated it a thousand times!" the child snorted in annoyance, "Then let's go, can't I go with you?" Anyway, I have to stay in the room in a daze, huh!"

In the room above the castle, the Admiral watched the farce at the castle gate from afar.

Needless to say, the child who was surrounded by the guards into the castle was the current King of England, Henry VI. If you evaluate it as a mortal, it is actually a smart, handsome and cute child. But to say that he is a king, this little imp is far from qualified.

------ he's just a puppet.

The one who is really qualified to inherit the throne should be the one with purer royal blood. Admiral Penzance's gaze shifted to a portrait in the corner of the room.

At the same time, in the forest outside the city.

It had been morning, and the fog in the sky had cleared considerably. However, as soon as Arthur entered the forest, a mist filled the forest. It brings a feeling of drowsiness, and the fog can even be said to be a miasma.

"Can you stand it up, Beddy?" asked Arthur, who was riding on the Great White Wolf.

"I'm a demon, and I'm much stronger than humans, so don't worry about me. The great white wolf replied, "How long can you hold out, Arthur?" ＂

"It's okay for now. The young man said understatedly. He had already moistened the cloth with water and put it in front of his nose. This damp cloth can lightly neutralize or filter out miasma mist. And the miasma is not particularly poisonous, although Arthur is a little dizzy, but not to the point where his life is endangered.

"There's a faint magic in this mist," said Bedeville, moving his nose, "the witch must have used this magical mist to protect her territory." ＂

"I wonder how capable she is?" Arthur asked. The photon civilization in this world is extremely low, and there should be very few people who can use magic. In this world, human beings have an extremely superficial understanding of spells, and mages and wizards are often the targets of the Holy See's heresy inquisitors. In the 15th century, it was a backward and barbaric age when mages and witches would be burned at the stake.

The state of people's perception of magic in this era is about 5,000 years different from the parallel world where Arthur and his people were originally located 900 years ago. In Arthur's original world, the magicians banded together to build the [Ivory Tower] to protect them, I wonder if there will be something similar in this world?

"Oh, it's here. Bediville said. In the forest mist, the outline of a log cabin in the trees can be seen in the distance. It was built on a giant tree, and it is estimated that it took a lot of manpower and material resources------ or magic.

"Bedi, don't talk nonsense. Arthur then jumped off the back of the great white wolf. His legs were still a little sore, but they didn't stop him from walking.

"Huh, why?" Bediwell has been pretending to be an animal all day and night lately, and he must be unhappy when he has a rare opportunity to speak but can't speak: "Isn't the other party also a witch, she should know the affairs of the demon clan very well, right? ＂

"Wait until you're sure she's really a witch and she's not hostile. Arthur knocked the great white wolf on the head. He had not yet fully believed Admiral Penzance's words.

Bediwell stuck out his tongue and did not refute.

The boy approached the hut with the wolf and found a spiral-shaped ladder with planks on the tree. They crept cautiously onto the wooden platform of the canopy, and finally came to the door of the cabin.

"Hello, anyone?" Arthur knocked on the door out of courtesy, "Admiral Penzance told me to come to you, Witch." ＂

No response.

"Hello, anyone?" Arthur knocked on the door again. This time, however, he knocked on the door with greater force, and the door itself was not locked, but only hidden, and it opened on its own with a creak.

"Hmm. Arthur let out a subtle grunt. Although it was rude to break into someone's house like this, the door was open, and there seemed to be no response from inside, not knowing what was going on. Even if you don't go into the house, you just peek through the crack in the open door outside......

Shouldn't be a big deal, right?

Thinking like this, Arthur naturally poked his head over, and his gaze was already scanning the room along the edge of the crack in the door. When he peeked into the house, there happened to be a young girl in a black robe, peeking out of the house suspiciously, and met Arthur's eyes.

The girl looked a little like Arthur's sister, Mogoth.

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