The Iron Knight awoke from his sleep, looked at the sky, and saw that it had not been long since he had fallen asleep, and that the sun was still a long way from noon. As a result of staring at the sun, the Grand Knight Captain soon had to close his eyes and press his fingers against the sore corners of his eyes. Only then did he realize that although he had only experienced a very short sleep, his mental state had been greatly restored, as if he had slept not only two hours but two days. And the fatigue after a long sleep did not appear, and Atticus only felt that he was now full of strength. Such a state rarely occurred after he was fifty years old.

The knight rose from the campfire, moved his neck and arms, and glanced around. He saw that the old elf was still in the same way as before, his chest rising and falling regularly, and he had no intention of waking up at all. Marcus, beside him, was sweating a lot, frowning and breathing rapidly, as if he was having a nightmare. Seeing this, Atticus immediately tried to wake him up, but as soon as his hand was extended, a silent arrow plunged into the ground between him and Marcus.

The Iron Knight looked in the direction the arrow was flying, and the two elves in charge of the guard were also looking at him. One of the two was also holding a bow, apparently the origin of the arrow. The other pressed his finger to his lips, signaling Atticus not to act rashly. Atticus took a deep breath, he certainly had the confidence to take the King's Hand from the elves, but he didn't. If this pain is also part of the treatment, you really shouldn't act rashly. The Iron Knight pulled up the iron that had been stuck in the ground, an act that made the elves nervous. But he just put his sword back into his waist and sat down on the ground again.

Atticus didn't have to wait long, and the Hand of the King fell silent for nearly half an hour. Marcus then covered his head and got up from the ground. "You don't look very good. The chief knight was the first to greet him. So far, he hasn't felt anything out of the ordinary, but the final decision is up to Marcus's answer.

"It's not good, it's terrible. I probably won't be eating mushrooms anymore, especially grilled mushrooms. Tellerreal said with some trepidation that in the dream before waking up, he only felt as if he had been burned by fire. But when he opened his eyes and put the memory aside for a while, he found something exciting, the headache that had plagued him, and it was gone. But the joy didn't last long, and Marcus discovered something else. When he looked at the great knight who cared about him, his gaze did not pause, it felt like there was no difference between the person in front of him and the grass and trees everywhere, and it was only when the king's hand tried to concentrate his attention that the outline of Atticus became clear.

Fortunately, the Iron Knight didn't notice these details, or he put the situation down to a trance after Marcus woke up. "How's the headache?" asked the Grand Knight, patting the latter on the shoulder. Although he seems to have been completely excluded from this treatment, Marcus's struggle before waking up and his current state indicate that he was not wrong in his judgment that he entered the dream realm, and that something must have happened in the dream of the Hand of the King. And now Atticus only wanted that to be what he wanted.

"I think I've gotten rid of it. Marcus nodded, squeezing out a smile. Paying the price and getting something in return was a matter of course, he had nothing to complain about, and he wouldn't let that uneasiness affect the Iron Knight. Then he bowed deeply to the old elf, who was still sleeping. "I'm sure you hear me, thank you for your help. Whatever happens to me, it's my choice. ”

The bird, which had led the way for the two of them, flew out of the green staff's hair again, circled Marcus twice, and then flew straight into the forest. "Let's go, it's all right here. The king's hand straightened his garments and dusted them off from them.

Atticus tilted his head and followed. When he habitually put his hand on the hilt of the sword at his waist, he faintly felt that Tie Ze's hilt was a little warm. However, the old knight only thought that it was because the sword had been in the sun for too long, and did not think much about it.

As the two of them left the elves' camp, the noisy voices not far away made the dream seem to be far away. The disappearance of the Hand of the King and the Grand Knight Captain caused all the nobles to panic, and they hurriedly contacted the others in the hope of ascertaining the true situation. Marcus even saw that some aristocratic camps were erecting cross-shaped flagpoles, knowing that in the blue lion was a specification that could only be used by commanders, it seemed that it was only in the morning that the situation of the entire coalition army was already chaotic.

Marcus didn't rush back to the camp, he and the Grand Knight stood on the hillside, watching the scene. After a while, he let out a chuckle. "Look, my dear Lord Atticus, this is what a kingdom should be. When His Majesty is here, it is like we are in a big dream, in which glory and order are real, and they are as ubiquitous as the sun. And now, the dream woke up, and it was not noon, but midnight. Midnight does not belong to the knights of justice, midnight, is the time of the devil. ”

"What are you trying to say? Atticus frowned and looked at the King's Hand suspiciously, and he saw the heavy cloak swaying gently behind the fat body, like the wings of a bat. The Iron Knight didn't understand what Marcus meant, but he instinctively felt that he was a little resistant to it.

"What do I want to say? I want to tell these greedy hyenas that the dinner party has begun. However, it requires an admission ticket. With a shallow smile on his lips, Marcus walked down the hill with his head held high, his hands outstretched, as if to embrace the entire kingdom in chaos.

And the Iron Knight, who watched this scene, now realized that he might have made a mistake, and the person in front of him became strange. He was tempted to turn his head and pull Atwood up from the buck right now and question him about Marcus' changes, but he could probably imagine the old elf's answer. So the old man could only lightly tap his shoulders with his hand, as if the king's sword was struck on both shoulders when he was canonized as a knight, "Your Majesty, if you can hear, please bless this country." Bless this young man. ”

A gust of wind blew, blowing the hair that had fallen from the Great Knight's lack of time to take care of it. At the same time, a white cloud was blown to block the sun, causing the entire hillside to fall into shadow. Atticus flicked the filament and looked up at the cloud, his fingers gripping the hilt of Tie Ze's sword. As if he had made up his mind, he flicked his cloak and strode after Marcus in front of him.