Bindu lifted one of his feet and tapped the ground with his toe.
So heavy.
He looked at the forest ahead, with a hint of gloom lurking in his mood.
He hadn't felt this way in a long, long time.
After trying to run for two steps, he stopped again and pursed his lips.
The whole body seemed a little heavy, a little too heavy.
He didn't see anything wrong with this.
"You really don't want to be a human being. My suggestion magic is not that easy to break. What if this guy really encounters any danger? He is very weak now." Robin pouted, she It feels like Annuo is making a fuss out of a molehill.
"Believe him, Robin." Annuo just shook his head, not paying attention to the complaint in Robin's tone.
At this time, Annuo really felt that Robin might be really old, and she seemed to hate death.
This so-called king of pranks is becoming more and more unworthy of his reputation.
No, she called me "White Knight-chan" before. Was it a prank?
Annuo glanced at Robin.
"Huh? Why are you looking at me?" Robin stared back.
It must be an illusion. After all, it's just a title. It's just a more personal nickname. I'm overthinking it.
Shaking his head, Annuo continued to sense Bindu's situation, and then frowned.
Something is approaching Bindu.
"Hey! Let's go there quickly!" Robin became nervous and tugged on Annuo's sleeve.
Bindu was still adapting to his speed, but the sudden magical response from the front stopped him.
He took a step back warily, observing what was hidden in front of him.
There is no doubt that since it appears here, it should be a goblin.
But what kind of fairy is it?
His hand subconsciously reached towards his waist, but failed to grasp the hilt of the sword.
He was stunned for a moment, and then he remembered that his straight thrust, as a Noble Phantasm, had been discarded along with his spiritual power.
But even so, so what?
You can't fight without your sword. Knights are not that simple.
And among the trees in front, the goblin who coveted Bindu finally revealed his figure.
More than two meters tall, with a muscular body.
Orcs?
Bindu gritted his teeth.
If it were an ordinary goblin, he might still have information to defeat it, but in his current situation, facing the orcs
The orcs roared and spoke in a language that Bindu did not understand, but was undoubtedly hostile. This kind of goblin was undoubtedly the enemy of mankind.
Picking up a wooden stick about one meter long on the ground, Bindu's eyes became sharp.
"My strength has become weaker and my speed has become slower. This is all true." Bindu didn't mind what had happened.
He just pointed the stick at the orc and narrowed his eyes.
"But so what if it's true."
"I don't know how many of your ancestors have been killed by me. Now you only face one. Do you think I will shrink back?"
His pace suddenly quickened, and the burst of speed stirred up strong winds. The sharp wooden stick in his hand was like the piercing stick before, hunting for the heart of the orc in front of him.
The orc roared and swung the giant stick in his hand.
Bindu's speed is not very fast. The dynamic vision of creatures like orcs is very good. Now Bindu's speed is much slower than before. To capture the traces of Bindu is simply—— for the orcs.
Um?
call out--
"Isn't it a kind of honesty to face one's current weakness honestly?" The knight holding the holy spear still stood where he was and said something with a sigh.
"Abandonment has not taken away your self-esteem as a knight, Lord Bindu. No matter how many times you come back, you will still be the best knight."
"In this round table where everyone has extraordinary backgrounds, climbing up one level at a time from the bottom, from the weakest to the fastest step by step——"
"The best knight."
Percival raised the holy spear in his hand.
A sharp meal.
The realm maintained by the holy spear instantly collapsed, and Bindu's pace suddenly accelerated.
He almost turned into an afterimage, and the orcs couldn't capture his figure at all.
The orcs panicked.
"I see, is this the so-called test?"
Facing such an easy test, Bindu couldn't help but sigh.
He smiled as he ran.
His speed has not slowed down.
But his weakness is a fact.
As Percival said, only by honestly facing your current weakness can you become strong again.
If you are blinded by the previous strength, then Bindu's declaration of saving Britain will be just empty talk after all.
He passed the "honesty" test, which is the first element of knightly etiquette.
Then all that’s left is to end what’s in front of you——
Poof——
Even if the wooden stick is fragile and Bindu is weak, the action of piercing the orc's heart is still so skillful.
But this time Bindu stabbed the orc in the chest.
Looking at the orc with a look of disbelief on his face, slowly falling to his knees and gradually losing his voice, a feeling of weakness came from his spiritual core.
"Ahem. I always feel like I'm always being summoned with the Assassin spirit base. That's why I always like to stab enemies from behind. It's time to change." He smiled helplessly and sat down against the orc's body. , take a rest.
Has he slowed down?
No, his speed was faster.
Heavy things will bring two completely different effects to people. One is that they are crushed, and the other is that you can carry the weight and continue walking.
There are many people who are crushed in the world, and there are also many people who are walking with burdens, but the most numerous are those who want to unload the burdens.
Bindu is not just anyone, he is someone who can run even with a heavy load.
"It's really wonderful." Annuo's heartfelt voice came from behind, but Bindu didn't have the strength to support him to stand up now.
He could only sit on the ground and said helplessly: "An Nuoqing, I'm sorry, I can't stand up now."
"Take a break for two minutes, Percival is already waiting for you." Annuo smiled, patted Bindu's shoulder, squatted down, and looked into his eyes, "How about feeling that feeling again?" It’s heavy, how do you feel about this time?”
"My feelings are nothing." Bindu also chuckled slightly, with emotion in his voice, "I just feel - it's so relaxing."
He looked up at the tree crown. The sunlight was cut into tiny pieces by the leaves and sprinkled on the ground, but Bindu did not find it dazzling.
This was the British sunshine, and he could only feel the warmth.
After taking two deep breaths, Bindu struggled to stand up and nodded to Annuo.
"Let's go, Annoqing."
"As long as you're ready." Annuo didn't say much, patted Bindu's back twice and walked in front of him.
(End of chapter)
