A divine horse galloped towards the north of France at an outrageous speed. The speed must be at least 300 kilometers per hour. Mr. Newton's coffin could hardly hold it down.
Sitting on the horse's back was a knight wearing black armor with a sword at his waist, and a teenage boy was tied to the horse's butt.
Under the jolt of the horse, the young man almost vomited blood.
Suddenly the knight on the horse reined in the reins, and the tall black horse stopped.
"Stop pretending to be dead! Get off!" The knight jumped off his horse and shouted to the boy who was still on the horse.
"Sir, please untie me first! My hands and feet are tied, let me take my butt off!"
"It's not impossible."
As he spoke, the dark horse shook and threw the young man off, landing on his buttocks~
"Oops! Can we stop joking about our butts~" The boy struggled to stand up, but his hands and feet were still tied: "If you don't untie me, let me jump around!"
Black-armored knight: "Noisy! No matter how you keep up, just follow! If you fall behind, I'll kill you!"
The young man had no choice but to jump step by step, following the black-armored knight like a zombie.
Not long after, the two came to a country tavern. The tavern was very shabby and had no brand. Only a hammer and a wine barrel were carved on the door on one side.
The black-armored knight strode into the tavern and casually took off the ferocious helmet on his head, revealing his true appearance.
Her jet-black hair hangs around her waist, her ice-blue eyes are full of affection, and her pale skin is as crystal clear as diamonds under the sunlight.
"Fuck! Are you a woman?"
"When did I tell you that I am not a woman?" The woman's voice sounded. Although the voice was gentle, it had a neutral magnetism: "Gragas, have a drink!"
"Rum? Vodka? Whiskey?" A rough voice came from the bar of the pub, a short, fat bearded man smoking a cigar asked.
The woman looked at it and said: "Whiskey bar, let's have two glasses. Our children also want one!"
"You are inciting minors to drink!"
At this time, Gragas also poked his head out to look at the boy whose hands and feet were restrained: "Roland, is this the child you are looking for? It doesn't look like anything special! He is still a good baby~"
Roland Vigil looked at the young man: "Don't be fooled by his appearance. This little guy is not a good person."
"That's right, the demon kings from the Welfare family are all harmless to humans and animals. Twenty years ago, I opened a shop in Hogsmeade village, and I met that girl from the Welfare family. She ordered the Black Lake. My The Lake View Tavern was burned to ashes in an instant, and most of my beard was burned..." Gragas curled his lips, as if he didn't want to recall that tragic memory.
Roland Virgil: "Simply speaking, this child's record is even more glorious than his mother's. A few months ago, nearly ten thousand dementors besieged Hogwarts because this boy killed a soul mother and escaped." At that time, most of the Forbidden Forest was burned down. If the dean of their school hadn't arrived in time, the Forbidden Forest at Hogwarts would have been completely burned down..."
Qin Weijie snorted dissatisfied: "I won't take the blame. It was Tom who burned the forest. He has nothing to do with me!"
Roland rolled his eyes at Qin Weijie: "A week ago, this kid destroyed the 'Forbidden Demon Realm', the trump card of the French Ministry of Magic. By the way, he also killed a priest of the Eye of Danatus. After all, because he died directly, the priest should be There are already three.”
Gragas laughed: "Haha! Yes, he is definitely of the Welfare family's blood! What a bastard doing this kind of thing, he is really better than his master! The two glasses of whiskey you want, I will also be busy chatting with you. Yours."
Gragas handed over two glasses of wine. Qin Weijie originally thought it was just a small cup, but unexpectedly Gragas directly filled a hero cup. This cup contained at least two liters of wine! This is drinking to death! Damn, do you make wine for free?
Roland pulled out a dagger from his waist. Qin Weijie didn't even see where the dagger was placed. It seemed as if it appeared out of thin air. Roland untied the ropes from Qin Weijie's hands and feet, and then pointed to the wine glass on the bar: "Drink, there's not enough!"
Qin Weijie was so dumbfounded that he sat on the stool next to Roland in a cowardly manner, looking at the wine glass in a daze, "I should go for gastric lavage after drinking this glass~"
Just as Qin Weijie was thinking about it, Roland on the side picked up a glass of wine and drank heavily. After a few gulps, the glass of wine was finished. This was a two-liter cup!
"Ha~ It feels so comfortable! I have been locked up in King Arthur's Palace for four years, and I finally came out and had to perform a mission! I can finally relax and have a drink!"
Qin Weijie broke out in a cold sweat: "Sister! You see, I have already joined the Knights of the Round Table, and I have become the captain of the Thirteenth Squad of the Twelve Knights. Why don't you arrest me and find a drinking buddy? I can't drink well. Are you okay? Just let me go, I have something else to do, so I’ll leave first..."
Roland put down his wine glass and refilled it automatically: "I know what you are thinking, kid. Don't think about running away or quitting the Knights. Anyway, you have been marked as the twelfth knight since the moment you swore to join the Knights. The mark of the regiment, you want to quit unless you die...want to leave? Do you think you can leave in my hands? Come back and sit tight!"
"Okay, eldest sister! Hehe, I was just kidding~" Qin Weijie sat back strangely.
Roland smiled: "From today on, I am your mentor. I, Roland Vergil, am the head of the Twelfth Knights of the Round Table...I am different from the idiots from other knights. In the first class, I I will teach you the knight's creed, honor, etc. I will only tell you the creed of our knights. There is only one creed, and that is 'Whoever stands in my way will die'!"
Qin Weijie chuckled: "Haha~ It's so awesome! How old are you and you are still so good!"
Roland kicked Qin Weijie a few meters away and hit the wall: "Listen to me, weirdo. If you dare to interrupt again, I will chop you down!"
The madwoman slashed people at every turn. Qin Weijie was dumbfounded, but she couldn't beat him, so she could only sit down obediently.
Roland continued: "Let me introduce you to the Knights of the Round Table first. After I finish the introduction, you will know the special features of our 12th Knights.
The Knights of the Round Table originated from the period of King Arthur in the third century AD. I will not go into details about the legend of King Arthur. That is not the point. The point is the meaning of our existence.
We are a group of people who face the 'taboo' directly. Our existence has two meanings. The first is to seal or even destroy the 'old gods' corrupted by the 'old taboos'. The 'old taboos' are what you generally call the 'old gods'. ', the second meaning of our existence is to maintain the seal of the 'old taboo' in this space. People like us are called 'God Prisoners'.
