That's right, it's the megalomaniac known as 'Golden Flash'. As the king of Sumer who possessed virtually all of the archetypes of his treasures, Gilgamesh was a perfectionist and looked down on any other self-proclaimed king.

Belligerent, furious, stinky, greedy and clean!

Martin doesn't even know how to describe this guy.

Although only a small fragment of the spirit was integrated, according to the great god who gave him the power, he had to be fully approved by Gilgamesh's will and successfully fuse his soul to completely eliminate this negative effect. If he disobeys Gilgamesh, he will be shattered with his soul.

How to solve this negative alien soul is Martin's problem.

The golden shining thing suddenly appeared, and as soon as he opened his mouth, he was about to kill Martin's team, which had finally shown some signs of recovery, and Martin's head was big.

Now Martin has only one thought - I'm a thief, let Jill take a vacation, don't come out and make trouble, okay? I beg you!

Martin's mind was quickly sensed by Gilgamesh's soul fragment.

"No!" Jin Shining said categorically.

"No, I really beg you. Even if you are a king, you must be served, right? You can't drink alone in a palace where there are mountains of corpses and blood, and there is not even a single slave?"

Martin mentions loneliness, mentions alcohol, and it seems to touch a distant memory of Glitter.

Suddenly, Jin Shanshan let out a long sigh: "Okay! These disobedient people can not be killed, but they must be punished. ”

Martin breathed a long sigh of relief.

Niang Xipi, this guy is really hard to serve.

Of course, Martin carefully controlled his mental fluctuations. He had found the doorway, and as long as his thoughts weren't too intense, he didn't seem to be noticed by Gilgamesh.

Thankfully, it's just a small piece of soul. If it's the will of the golden deity...... I'm dripping, you still kill me.

In my mind, the spirit is a thousand turns, and in reality, it is only half a second.

Martin had a sword in both hands, and his body looked quite thin, but at this time he had a strange majesty.

He lifted his head slightly, letting the wind blow from the other side of the sea through the ends of his black hair. His gaze seemed to become deep and distant, and he traveled through time and space to the time when the knights gathered at the round table at the founding of Bakaria and made a sacred vow, declaring the 'Eight Virtues of Knighthood' to bind himself and posterity.

Martin – spoke.

"The Eight Virtues of the Knight are sacred because they symbolize the best of human nature. The Bakaria Kingdom has been based on the continent for thousands of years with its knightly path, relying on the inheritance of this spirit. There is no conflict between a knight who can have his proud capital and a reason for his humility. They can have enough confidence in their own power, and they should also know that the way to manifest this power lies in action, not arrogant words and contemptuous glances. ”

At this moment, the knights were stunned. They did not expect that Martin Lorraine, who was said to have gambled on the decathlon in the royal capital, would have such a deep understanding of chivalry.

For a moment, shame welled up in their hearts, and their heads were lowered.

"Knights, my father used to say when he was alive that you were the best. He hopes that one day, when the Arena of Oren in Bakaria is restored, it will take you to experience the glory of the greatest knights. But...... Today, you have disappointed me. Originally, you should have more exquisite skills, maneuvering the war horse to avoid the first wave of wolf raids. Many of you have failed. Is it because you don't have enough talent?"

"No! Of course not!" In these days, who can be a knight will consider himself a bad seed?

"Very well! That is, your [humility] is not enough! It is precisely because of your inner arrogance that your progress is getting slower and slower. It is precisely because of contempt that so many robes have been sacrificed unnecessarily. Martin scanned the field and saw that the remaining knights were just over halfway through.

Martin sighed and continued, "You ask for punishment. Well, my punishment for you is that you must personally deliver the corpses of the robes to their relatives in Lorrainburg. And for the next seven days, every training session had to carry a 20-pound cross with the name of today's sacrificial robe engraved on it. Only by carrying the will of the robe can we better take revenge on those god-damn orcs in the future!

The knights were stunned, then excited.

"Understood!

By this time, they had fully realized the painstaking efforts of this young lord.

This is a punishment and a spur.

Only by not forgetting the past shame can we carry forward the past and forge ahead into the future.

Looking at the blazing eyes of the knights, Martin knew that he was done with this pretend.

I've played strategy games like Victoria and know a little bit about medieval chivalry. Otherwise, in the face of a world where chivalry is popular, I really don't know how to live.

But then again, I don't want to be a knight, sir!

The only fortunate thing is that the golden will in the depths of the soul is silently silent after a cold snort.

Probably, that's a pass.

Martin breathed a sigh of relief.

Did you pass the level?

Perhaps, Martin didn't notice that the anger in his purple eyes was even greater when he looked at him. Quite simply, if it were to be replaced by any noble or knight with high moral character, it would be no problem to come and instruct this group of young knights. But he Martin Lorraine is not qualified.

For one, he is not a knight.

Second, do you really think that those things he is doing in the royal capital are not clear?

It's a pity that the scene is so chaotic that Martin doesn't realize that he has been hated by others.

After cleaning up the battlefield, Martin was somewhat stunned to see a trotting of 120 infantry arrive.

Old Kuden explained: "Except for the remaining knights, they were the only remaining mobile forces in Lorrainburg. We rushed here after receiving the news that the young master had been attacked. ”

Looking at these so-called spearmen who looked like dots in addition to a spear, Martin was really powerless to complain. These ragged fellows, dropping their spears, look exactly like peasants. And looking at these guys, who are obviously quite strong, but they look out of breath and pale, it is obvious that they are not lacking physical strength, but recruit eggs who lack guts.

Worse than him Martin.

Anyway, in the first battle, I slaughtered four goblins!

When Coolen announced that Martin was safe and announced that he would reward everyone for dinner and horse and wolf meat, the team finally let out a cheer.

A living war horse is a valuable thing, and a dead war horse can only be used as meat.

On the way back, Martin realized that he had another treasure chest.

The system elf came out: "Congratulations, dear host, in view of your excellent performance in the first battle, and the resounding name of 'Goblin Slayer' among the goblins. A Tier E Defense Skill Chest is hereby rewarded. ”

"Uh, all these chests?"

"Hehe, how about billions of balanced universes? Although there is a rule that each universe can only have one time-traveler at most in a hundred years, there are too many universes. According to statistics, 69% of the time-travelers will hang up in the first battle after the crossing, and 30% will choose to give up the battle, but in the end they will end badly. ”