City of Westminster.

"I'm in a city where people are eating all the time, where the haze of despair chokes my throat and pollutes my eyes, but the horrible virus continues to take more innocent lives without any stagnation."

Valente Bernard wrote these words in a black notebook, and the people who died of the epidemic outside the fog left an indelible impression on Valente, and the desperate howls of the speckled patients woke him up from his dreams many times.

Rustle Rustle –

Valente's hand holding the pen kept writing on the notes.

"What exactly is the source of the disease? This plague is not caused by health problems or water problems, outsiders always say that the epidemic first spread from Florence to the Wudu area, but the Wudu area is located on the island of Brotalia, and we are separated from the interior of Youyang by the English Channel, if the epidemic is really so bad, why is it okay to Stockholm and Oslo in the adjacent areas? ”

"I've always had a ridiculous idea in my heart that this plague can't be man-made, right?"

"If so, who has such power to infect the entire Youyang? What is its purpose? ”

Knock Knock Knock –

Just as Valente continued to write on her notes.

Valente frowned, and he stopped his right hand, which was struggling to write, when a familiar shout came from outside the room.

"Valente, the reception is about to begin, and Lady Sawyer Demi is in the middle of it."

Valente didn't like the familiar tone of Callaway outside the door, he wasn't very familiar with the other party, no, he didn't actually have many friends in Wudu, he was a student who came to Wudu from Sicily to study.

Valente is a very boring person in the eyes of outsiders, his major is too boring and professional, although he likes to read, but the books he reads are too profound, those professional books are too boring in the eyes of outsiders, in the eyes of outsiders, he is a conservative, indifferent, self-controlled gentleman.

"Okay, I see, I need a decent outfit for the ball." Valente replied in a flat tone, as always.

"I hope you'll have a good time at the prom later."

Listening to the sound of footsteps fading away outside the door, Valente sighed, closed the cap of his pen, and got up to change into a tuxedo designed for the ball.

He didn't really like to go to the arrogant aristocratic balls.

Valente didn't think that those who believed in aristocracy were worthy of mental exchange.

Valente was tired of these nobles who held balls even during the plague, but he had to attend, and aristocratic socialization is not something you can refuse if you want to.

Dressed in a modest suit, Valente was standing in front of a mirror, which began to show his appearance: thick flaxen hair, brown pupils, a little hard lines of his face, and his unsmiling expression, which made people feel that no one should enter.

"This is the last time."

Valente tied his bow tie in front of the mirror, yes, it was the last time he would attend the ball, after which he would follow the group of beak doctors to the front lines of the plague.

He never studied to step on others.

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Westminster Charing Cross.

In a splendid golden banquet hall, half-masked nobles with goblets in hand smiling and exchanging words in the hall, the people here stood in stark contrast to the piles of plague-stricken patients outside the foggy capital.

"Valente, do you want to dance together?"

Wearing a swan mask, Sawyer Demi appeared in front of Valente with a formulaic smile.

Looking at the flowery fiancée in front of her, Valente only told her that she was unwell, and Demi did not feel the slightest surprise at her fiancé's boredom, she and him did not have any emotional foundation, and the marriage contract was only arranged between the family for profit.

Demi doesn't like the cold interests of family marriages, she longs for freedom, romanticism is in her bones, she feels that she should pursue her own freedom like Juliet, and she will be as brave as the other party to rebel against fate.

Under Valente's watchful eye, Demi walked towards Charlie Barsermelo, the organizer of the ball.

It is worth mentioning that Charlie is a middle-aged man over forty years old, he is strong, handsome, and looks very talkative.

For Demi, who is younger than him, stepped forward to talk, Charlie responded with ease, Demi's gaze on Charlie was full of admiration and a hint of suppressed affection, and Charlie's expression was the same as always.

It looks like a couple of men and women who are affectionate and polite.

"It's the smell of infidelity—"

A warm voice came from behind Valente, and he couldn't help but get goosebumps.

When did you come over!?

Valente is a sensitive person, he has an unusually keen sense of people within a radius of 2 meters, even if others are standing behind him, he can also feel it, and at this time, a person appears behind him, and he doesn't feel it at all, how can he not be surprised.

Valente turned to look behind him, and after watching the figure behind him dress and groom, his expressionless face paralyzed man couldn't help but be covered with surprise.

A blonde young man with a strange mask on his face was standing in front of him, the young man was a little taller than him, and the other party's clothes did not look like he had come to a banquet, and what surprised him even more was the large white-haired and red-eyed dog with a bored tail wagging next to the masked man.

At this time, a strange symbol text is appearing on the mask of the masked man: ()')

This person is not on the same channel at all as the style of the prom, and why was he able to bring the dog in, and why didn't he notice such a conspicuous behavior just now!

"You..."

"Charlie Barsermelo, this guy is a collection of all the bad customs of Barsermeiro's aristocracy, and this kind of thing is the most inconspicuous of all the bad habits, speaking of which, the contemporary reformist monarch Barsero is simply the strange of the [clock tower] wonderful, and the other party can be said to be really out of the mud without staining."

Before Valente could finish speaking, the masked man crackled and sent him a large number of informative words.

"Clock Tower..."

Valente looked at the masked man with a deep gaze, the other party actually knew the clock tower, and he had spent countless efforts to obtain the truth of the world earlier.

"You don't seem surprised by this, can you tell me why."

The masked man asked Valente curiously, and the expression on his mask changed like this: (★★)

Valente once again looked deeply at the words on the masked man's face that changed symbols at random, the other party was a person who belonged to the other side of the world, and it was the truth that he had been searching for earlier.

Obviously, I have given up the "truth", but now the "truth" appears in front of me, life is always so ridiculous!

"She only has money in her eyes." He said to the masked man.

Valente turned his head to look at Demi, who continued to say to the masked man:

"It is undeniable that Demi is a beautiful woman: beautiful and delicate, delicate and innocent, soft-spoken, languid and seductive. The world she lives in is a drunken and fun-seeking snobbish world. ”

"She thought she was Juliet in pursuit of freedom, but she was just a pathetic canary."

"Her rebellion still depends on outsiders, and she is pathetic, because Sawyer Demi is a product of 'otherness.'"

Valente's eyes were like sharp blades that saw through the essence of Sawyer Demi.

"The most important thing is, she doesn't love me."

"I don't love her either."

After listening to Valente's words, Xia Xiu couldn't help but rub his chin and look at the other party's indifferent face.

Surprisingly, [Dragon Slayer] is not a hot-blooded fellow, and Valente's first impression is that of a refined egoist, but a selfish person will not be chosen by [Barumk Holy Sword].

"So what are you going to do with this troublesome thing? You must know that exposing this matter is nothing to these extravagant nobles, but it will have a bad impact on your personal reputation. ”

A happy aura emanated from Xia Xiu's body.

"Someone told you you were annoying."

Valente smelled the same kind of person in the masked man, a man who had a natural resemblance to him.

"Not really." Xia Xiu shrugged.

As Valente expected, the masked man didn't pay attention to his slightly transgressive words, that is, there was something in him that the other person needed.

"Public opinion warfare is often on the side of the innocent, Charlie Barsermelo is a powerful person, but he is not a smart person, the government does not need smart people, smart people have opinions, and opinions are trouble. They want people who are friendly, tactful, and never make stupid mistakes. ”

"If you get into trouble because of the canary, Charlie will not hesitate to abandon these, and the unchaste canary will not be loved by the nobles and the public."

"You know, I am the innocent, and righteousness is on my side."

Valente said expressionlessly, and listening to [Dragon Slayer]'s words, Xia Xiu's eyebrows couldn't help but raise, and the corners of his mouth were already unconsciously curled.

This is the [Dragon Slayer], and it's really unexpected.

"You seem to be prepared."

"I have applied to be transferred to the Frontline Epidemic Division to control the new epidemic, and I have already informed the newspaper before I came to the ball that I have written a lot of emotional articles, and things will ferment after I leave."

"That's good." Xia Xiu applauded applauded.

"And what about you, what are you coming to me for?"

Valente said as he stared at the masked man's funny mask, and through the slit in the mask's pupils, he could see the golden eyes inside.

Xia Xiu stretched out his hand and pointed at Valente, then pointed at himself again, and he said with a smile:

"Arthur and Merlin."

"What?"

Valente looked at the masked man with a puzzled expression.

The story of King Arthur and Merlin is a well-known bedtime story in the Fog region, and he is wondering what the masked man's words mean.

"This banquet is really boring, do you want to go out with me, you should really want to know the truth of the world."

Xia Xiu pointed to the door of the banquet, and he made a gesture of invitation to Valente.

Valente subconsciously glanced at the banquet: the golden fan was drunk, extravagant, and the song and dance were level.

The masked man's outstretched hand represents the unknown, and Valente just glanced around, and then walked towards the unknown.

"You're such a devil."

This is Valente's second assessment of Xia Xiu.

The two of them walked out of the gate in such a grand manner, and no one in the banquet knew.

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When Valente walked out with Xia Xiu, his eyes couldn't help but be attracted by a 2-meter-long giant sword standing on the ground in front of him, and for some reason, his heart began to throb inexplicably after seeing the sword.

The sword is calling to me······

Valente's eyes were completely attracted by the giant sword, his reason actually succumbed to instinct, and when he regained consciousness again, his hand was already on the hilt of the giant sword, and the original 2-meter-long sword actually shrank after being held by him.

"Pull it out, it's yours."

A familiar voice came into his ears, and Valente subconsciously turned her gaze to the source of the voice, a handsome young man with blond hair and golden eyes was standing in front of him, and the other party's face was full of bright smiles.

Arthur & Merlin·······

For a moment, Valente felt his surroundings be draped in fantastical colors, and a dreamy and misty feeling came over him, and he now understood what Arthur and Merlin meant.

Qiang –

Valente only exerted a slight force, and the sword came out, and when he held the sword, he felt an inexplicable feeling of water and milk in his heart.

The sword is very light and fits very well.

Valente looked at the blonde youth with questioning, and the blonde youth made a silent gesture by placing the index finger of his right hand to his lips, and the other made a gesture of attentive listening with his left hand.

[Act I]

[Scene 1: Destiny of the Dragon Slayer: End]

【Scene 2: Dragon Roar: Begin】

A dazzling light appeared in front of Valente, a pure white card floated into his body, and the holy sword in his hand also floated into his body, and an inexplicable message poured into his brain, and he understood his fate.

All the gifts of fate have been secretly marked with a price.

"What's your name, my yellow card." Valente asked the blonde young man with a complicated look.

"Hugh Abraham." Xia Xiu took off his hat and saluted.

Xu sensed that something was wrong with the [Dragon Slayer], and Xia Xiu opened his mouth and asked:

"Are you confused about this fate?"

Valente looked at the blonde young man questioning, and he noticed a resemblance between himself and the other party: they always looked at things so sharply and without mercy.

"What is the point of fighting if life is held firmly like a string, and if there is no hope, life goes from a gift to a prison."

"I will not succumb to fate!"

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(End of chapter)