"The Red Branch Warriors?" the entire Roundtable Chamber was quiet for a moment, and then fell into a frenzy. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 Info Almost all of the people present had grown up listening to the legend of Cúchulainn and knew a lot about this Ulster hero. Even more dazzling than his outstanding martial arts is of course his identity as the son of the god king Luge. As the prince of Avalon, being able to enter his direct guard can be said to be a step to the sky.

"Archduke, Lockbailey, Nasser, Flaven...... Willing to serve the family at any time!" At that moment, rows of knights stood up excitedly and asked the old duke for his life.

The duke still had a smile on his face, but he already hated these people in his heart. The reason why these "valiant" knights are so hard at the moment is not to use their family as a pedal to switch to Cúchulainn, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is a blatant betrayal.

The old earl snorted lightly, "It's not our family that participated in the operation this time, Stuart and Lancelot...... The other family will also fully assist us in our actions, and the quota for each family is only twenty people, and because we are the host, we can send five more people!"

"Why, since they occupy our manor, this is our private matter, why should they interfere?" said Knight Lockberry, who looked like a lion, slammed his fists on the table and protested to the Duke in anger. In his opinion, the duke's move is tantamount to giving away the interests of the family, and even the affairs of his own family have to be dealt with by outsiders, which is undoubtedly a very shameful thing.

"This is Cap Lancelot's request, and Master Cúchulainn has agreed to judge the strength of each family in this way!" the Duke replied unceremoniously, "So the better you behave, the higher the status of the family in the future with the gods of Danu!"

"Cap, that wild boy who doesn't have any hair, why should we follow his arrangement?" Lockberry was much more honest when he heard Cúchulainn's name, but he was still a little dissatisfied.

"It's very simple, because Lord Lancelot studied with Terronor, one of the nine fairies on Lake Avalon, so the Lancelot family is considered to be the descendant of Avalon. The Duke continued, not without agitation, "As a reminder, Cap is now not only recognized by Lord Cúthalamine, but has also been given the Origin Crystallization Fragment of Lake Avalon, and his strength has long since changed. So, you'd better be respectful when you face him again!"

"What, this bastard, everyone knows that Lord Lancelot sealed himself in the monastery in order to atone for his sins, and it's hard to say whose kind of so-called family he is!" Lockberry muttered softly, but he didn't dare to say anything more.

The old duke shook his head, this kind of reckless man is afraid that he will not be able to be sent to the front line, and if he offends the upstart Cap, it will be worth the loss. Lancelot was imprisoned in a monastery after King Arthur's defeat, but everyone knows that he himself is not a Christian, and this so-called self-atonement is better than captivity.

"Then Lord Duke, why can only twenty-five people be sent, so that even if there are several families combined, there are less than a hundred, why do you control the number of people so harshly!" the white-haired old knight suddenly questioned.

"Because the Last Judgment is imminent, and most of the Danu gods are still asleep, Lord Cúthalyn will not allow us to toss too much, in case it irritates the church, and then triggers a war in advance, and our sins will be gone!" the Duke nodded lightly, as a sign of respect for the old knight.

"So, this operation is not the will of the gods, but a private commission from Lord Cúchulainn?" the old knight reacted after a moment's thought.

The duke cursed the old fox in his heart, but still nodded in certainty.

"In this case, the family's action is too risky. For thousands of years, the power of the Church has been pervasive, and it is almost impossible to hide it from them. A bad ......" The old knight still had some feelings for the family in his heart, so he couldn't help but dissuade him.

"I don't know, but the manor is in our sphere of influence. Whether we participate in it or not, we can't get out of this matter!" the duke felt a little better when he heard this, but these old knights still considered the interests of the family.

"Then these twenty-five people must choose someone who is cautious enough to serve, the old man has taught a few juniors, in terms of force, it may be slightly inferior, but it is better to be careful!" The old knight's tone was very awe-inspiring.

"......" The duke's old spice almost couldn't suppress the anger in his heart, if it weren't for the health of the body, I was afraid that he would go straight away.

"Twenty-five, you will decide after deliberation, and Bedwell will tell you the rest!" the Duke got up tremblingly, and without looking at the people in front of him, he walked away, and the huge council hall fell into a commotion again.

A day later, Evans stood proudly in the middle of the training ground at Babel Manor, and beside him was a man dressed as a wizard. Locke's face was a little blue on the side, even he, the founder, didn't expect that his own people's combat power would be so weak. In the gladiatorial battle within the same rank, he was easily defeated by Evans, the elf captain, one by one.

"Senior, this is the strongest centaur under your command?" Chenxi smiled bitterly and shook his head, the Celtic Christians have been in seclusion for many years, and the theoretical foundation of spells is solid, but this is too miserable to show the actual combat ability.

"I let you go into seclusion to preserve your strength, not to put your swords and guns in storage, what have you learned over the years?" Locke, who had always been good-tempered, was also a little angry at this time.

"Show us a few spells you're best at?" Xiang frowned, he did feel a strong spell fluctuation from this group of people, and logically speaking, the strength shouldn't be so bad.

The wizard who was pointed at came over with some trepidation, and casually cast a golden spell, "The blessing of the Holy Spirit is the result of our research after fusing Christian divine magic and druid natural magic, which can improve the luck of the caster to a certain extent!"

"Boost what?" Locke asked suddenly.

“...... Luck!" the wizard repeated vaguely.

Dawn could clearly see that the green tendons on Locke's neck were bursting up, obviously suppressing his anger. He couldn't help but shake his head, luck has already involved the law of fate, and Dawn has seen the situation of stirring the power of fate when the tarot divination spell is cast, and it is obviously not this flashy appearance.

"What else would you do?" Locke continued to suppress his anger.

"Uh...... The drying spell allows water-soaked clothes to dry out immediately. The charm spell can make the opposite sex fall in love with you. There are also loud spells, accelerated growth spells......" The wizard naturally felt Locke's anger and responded tremblingly.

"Enough, I'll create the conditions for you to live in seclusion, I'll provide you with countless materials, I'll give you the spell templates for the ancient druids and the Christian church, and you'll give me back this!" Locke was trembling with anger.