Although everyone was tired after a day of fighting, the British soldiers, who were close to two thousand under Lancelot's orders, gathered together. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The only place in this barracks that can accommodate thousands of people at the same time is the training ground in the center of the barracks.

Not long ago, this training ground was packed with half a thousand British warriors, but less than two days later, only a quarter of the warriors who once stood here remained.

This is a sad and helpless fact.

The British soldiers gathered here felt even heavier every time they thought of this, and the blow of defeat made many of them look gray and look desperate with a bleak future.

In the center of the training ground stands a high platform.

Char stood behind the high platform, silently observing the soldiers' expressions while they entered. He saw many, many things, despair, lamentation, anger, unwillingness, sorrow...... But none of the faces still have expressions of hope and hope on them.

The army staggered into the training ground in a more scattered queue than the improvised army.

"What an incompetent army can arrange such a scattered formation......"

With an awe-inspiring voice, Char clearly transmitted his words to the people standing beside him.

It was an expression of disgust and loss that could be seen with the naked eye. In front of Artoria and the Knights of the Round Table, Char didn't bother to disguise a perfunctory expression. Or, in other words, because the army in front of him was so gloomy that he didn't even have a perfunctory interest.

Lancelot and Bedwell looked at each other helplessly. The temper of the man in front of them was more or less clear to them, an arrogant, arrogant, and always uttering annoying but irrefutable assertions that were closer to the future than prophecy.

"They've just had a failure, a terrible defeat. ”

Lancelot tried to save face for the poor soldiers with the fact that the army had just suffered a setback.

It's a pity that he was met with more harsh eyes and questions from Char.

"Failure? So how many defeats did this army have to suffer to show such despair? And I have no intention of insulting the heroes who fought for their country, I blame the commanders on the battlefield. If you still have a so-called commander......"

Lancelot twitched the corners of his mouth. It turned out that Char was not complaining about the low morale of the army, but using this topic to satirize the failures and incompetence of these high-ranking people.

Looking back now, although it has only been a few days since Char's appearance has been present, it has already left a very profound impact on people.

It was so deep that Lancelot couldn't resist the urge to explode at the other party......

Bedwell stepped forward to stop Lancelot, who was trying to run away. He shook his head at Lancelot slightly, with a "you have to learn to get used to him..." Maybe it's because I've been in contact with Char for a long time, and Bediwell has more or less understood Char's "poisonous tongue" attribute.

"Char, the people have gathered. ”

Artoria stood behind Char in armor. Now that she has calmed down, and as Char said, she wants to witness Char's talent with her own eyes, and then decide whether she recognizes the other party's qualifications to guide her.

Regardless, Artoria was still as glorious as she was tonight.

Just a golden figure flashed on the training ground, but it attracted the attention of almost all soldiers in a short moment.

There was no reason, completely subconsciously, all the soldiers focused their eyes and gaze on the golden light. It's like they're eating, breathing, drinking. It has completely become one of the habits of survival.

"Then let's beat the drums, and then it's time for me to perform. Char said. "Then take a good look at King Arthur, the power of the king is more than force. Sometimes the charm of language will be beyond our imagination. ”

Tonight is not destined to be a night of golden glory.

Tonight is destined to be the night when the Demon King and his legend were born.

The drums accompanied by the skin made a deafening sound.

Knock! Knock!

Char slowly stepped onto the stage under the attention of everyone.

The crowd erupted in loud cheers, but alas, they were not cheering for Char, but King Arthur.

After taking the stage, Char looked at it, and a large number of audiences had gathered under the stage. Their numbers converged like a river, and the whole army spread out in front of him.

Among these soldiers were the escaped family guards, ordinary British infantrymen, and some conscripts who returned to the barracks with guilt. There were even some Knights of the Round Table who were awakened, and they came to watch the speech with a lively mood.

Char rolled his eyes slightly, and he could see that the group of Gawain knights surrounding the nobles at the back of the crowd were also there.

In addition to this, there is the son of Grand Duke Kagome.

They don't shine at the moment, like the waves of the sea. Perhaps they can show off their power with the help of their identity and power, and show how different they are. But that was only before they were hit by despair, and it was the mentality that they still thought they could enjoy a high-class life without worry.

And now the defeat of Britain has cast a serious psychological shadow on them, and they are now like ordinary soldiers, huddled in the crowd with gray faces and looking down at themselves.

There was a fainter cheer in their ears, and at first the soldiers thought that it would be their king who would come out to boost their morale.

However, when they saw a completely unfamiliar figure appear, a huge contrast and surprise made the original momentum gradually calm down...... with anger.

"Who is this guy?"

"Who allowed him to stand on that high platform?"

"Get out of here, let the king come out and lead us!"

There was a burst of discussion in the crowd. Countless pairs of eyes were staring at Char, as if they were going to eat him alive, and the eyes that overflowed with murder and dissatisfaction almost made the air tremble.

The first appearance was undoubtedly a failure, and it was very tragic to arouse the disgust of the inferior soldiers.

These losers of the war, they hysterically scolded Char to get him out of power. What they want to see is not a strange and immature face, let alone a stranger who doesn't know where it came from.

The soldiers had just experienced a great defeat, a crushing defeat that they would remember for the rest of their lives.

They need to soothe their inner pain.

They need a beacon to move forward.

What they need is a savior who is like a god on the battlefield, with a golden glow to guide them in the way.

"We're going to see King Arthur!!"

"Let the king come out!!"

"Get out of front of Lao Tzu's eyes!!"

The unbearable scolding came one after another, but these words could not hurt Char, who was as strong as iron in his heart. He just stood silently, listening to the words that were insulting him with a calm face.

Char was like a giant ship in a storm, no matter how much the soldiers' anger set off a huge wave, it could not penetrate Char's thick and sturdy iron armor.

Backstage, Artoria and Lancelot and the others all frowned, looking at Char in front of the stage with an uneasy expression.

From their point of view, they can only see Char's back facing everything alone.

“...... He was alone in the face of the rejection of all of Great Britain. ”

"If this continues, the soldiers may riot. ”

"Are you going up there to stop him?"

"It's too late now, and whatever happens, it's going to be Draco. D. Char brought about the consequences of his own. His solitude and arrogance, his talent and domineering, perhaps it is now that he can really detect whether he is just a man of tongue. ”

After talking to Bravewell, Lancelot shifted his gaze to the front desk.

"King Arthur, we ......"

"Needless to say, Lancelot, Bedwell. I understand, but for now I just want to keep reading and please be quiet. ”

Bedwell and Lancelot looked at each other in surprise.

For the first time, their king, King Arthur, gave an order with such a strong personal will. Maybe it's because I saw a familiar back, or maybe I have a sense of comfort that my loneliness is understood by others.

When Draco. D. Char stood on a high platform and faced the British soldiers alone, ostracized and abused, and the whole venue was filled with a sense of crisis of irritability and distrust.

But the figure that was unwavering no matter what happened made King Arthur feel empathy for a moment.

It's just that Char is facing nothing more than the distrust of a country.

Artoria, on the other hand, is facing the restlessness of the whole world......

..............................

Gradually, those people seemed to get tired of arguing and scolding enough.

The momentum of the venue is changing from strong to weak, and the restless mood is gradually regaining its sanity because of the previous venting.

The soldiers' eyes were no longer red and hateful, but gradually turned to reason and calm, and at the same time looked at the figure on the high platform with puzzled eyes.

But Char remained in a quiet posture as if he hadn't noticed all this.

He was motionless, like a statue.

Occasionally, he would straighten out his armor and gently pat off some dust. He is silent and calm, making full use of the power of "quietness". In fact, his momentum is gradually dominating the entire venue.

I don't know when it started, and the whole venue was silent.

Very quiet.

It was so quiet that the hearts of the soldiers were a little hairy.

More than 1,900 soldiers had gathered on the huge field, but there was not even a trace of noise in every place, in every corner. You can clearly hear the breathing of everyone in the room, and you can clearly see the fear and anxiety that they have been oppressed by the silence and silence.

They panic in the fear of the unknown, because they don't understand how terrible the power of silence can be.

People made eye contact in confusion. Because the whole venue had become so quiet, they didn't even dare to let their heavy breath break the silent "order".

At a time when everyone, including the Knights of the Round Table and King Arthur, was reaching the limit of their patience.

Finally, a calm, powerful voice broke the almost maddening silence.