Trafford’s Trading Club

Chapter 1966 is well known, hard work will become stronger

After Mr. Gareth received Lancelot at the airport, he did not return to the hotel where he was staying.

At Lancelot's request, they came to a deserted place in the suburbs.

"It should be almost, Lancelot?"

"Let's leave like this." Lancelot nodded at this time, and immediately opened his hands slightly, as if thinking about something...the light was slowly released from her body.

This is the spell calling for the armor of the twelve knights.

Gareth didn't know the reason why Lancelot suddenly uttered the spell, but after a while, Lancelot had turned into a knight in black armor.

She said directly: "Gareth, don't be stunned, call for the armor of inheritance."

"You... Do you want to practice hands with me before tomorrow's big game?" Mr. Gareth couldn't help subconsciously.

Lancelot said directly: "You and the two will work together. If Farrell is nearby, he will naturally feel the binding force of the round table agreement... I want to see him."

"what did you say?!"

Mr. Gareth was suddenly shocked.

...

Mr. Gareth encountered such a big thing as Farrell in the Forbidden City, he naturally would not hide the Queen of the Kingdom of Britain-but Her Majesty did not give further instructions, just let Gareth take care of it.

It was just that Farrell disappeared again the day before the opening of the summit, and Mr. Gareth also had no clue during this period.

The so-called round table agreement is an oath that has been signed since the establishment of the twelve knights of the round table... but this oath actually has no substantive binding force.

It is more like a signal.

When the signal appears, all the twelve knights in the vicinity must obey the ancient oath and give support to their companions-of course, there is no punishment for not complying.

It is rooted in the noble character of the knights.

Mr. Gareth never thought that if he called this ancient covenant, Farrell would show up obediently... How could that guy be so obedient?

But to Gareth’s surprise, when he couldn’t hold Lancelot’s gaze and called for this ancient covenant with her, Farrell really showed up...

"What am I... I've been looking for it all this time for nothing?"

Mr. Gareth's mentality collapsed on the spot.

...

Farrell did appear, quietly...not even a trace of breath, but appeared in front of Mr. Gareth and Lancelot like a ghost.

It's still the crumpled white suit... It hasn't changed anything from what Gareth saw a few days ago.

It's not that there is a slight difference, what I have to say... probably at this time, Farrell seems to be a little deeper, and it seems that there is a trace of fatigue.

"The ancient covenant of knights." Farrell stood with his hand in his hand, and said calmly: "I thought you had forgotten this ancient covenant... what's the matter with me."

Even in the face of the normal Farrell, Mr. Gareth, who is already wearing the armor of inheritance, is still extremely nervous.

But at this time, Lancelot, who was wearing black armor, waved his hand... saw the suitcase she was carrying with her suddenly burst open-only the outer skin of the suitcase was broken.

There is a golden cabinet in this suitcase.

The cabinet opened slowly at this time, and after a while, an upright obtuse-angled sword slowly appeared in front of Mr. Gareth and Farrell.

"This is..." Mr. Gareth's eyes drenched at this moment, his expression instantly becoming extremely serious, "Katina!"

At this time, the obtuse-angled sword flew directly into Lancelot's hands... I saw Lancelot standing up with the sword.

At the same time, Farrell walked forward blankly... He got closer to Lancelot. Just when Mr. Gareth was unfavorable to Lancelot because of whether Farrell would do anything unusual, Farrell actually knelt down slowly on one knee.

Bow your head.

The mad knight Farrell was exactly what a loyal knight looked like when he saw his monarch.

"This is the ritual sword used by each generation of the British royal family to pass on the throne." Lancelot said in a deep voice at this time: "Each of us knights, in front of it, made an oath to the king of Britain. Farley. Er, do you remember the vows you made."

"I swear by my life that I will dedicate everything to you, my King. I will remember humility, honor, sacrifice, bravery, compassion, spirit, honesty, justice. My sword is here, and I fall I and it will protect you. After I die, my soul will be guarded on your territory. My loyalty is my armor and will drain my blood for you. My sword is here, my blood It will be sprinkled with honor on the battlefield. My sword is here. God blesses it to be sharp forever. Unless his master bows his head, it will never break...My-lord!"

"Very well, you still remember your vows, Knight Farrell." Lancelot slowly put the ritual sword [Katina] in his hand against Farrell's shoulders at this time, "Tomorrow, you will Fight for the royal family and seize seats on the council...delegated!"

Farrell did not respond, but knelt on the ground silently.

Time passed quietly like this.

I don't know how long it took before Farrell suddenly pushed away the ritual sword on his shoulder and said calmly: "I refuse."

Lancelot said sharply: "Farrell, are you going to break your oath?"

Farrell said indifferently: "The king of my allegiance is no longer there, and my oath has gone with the wind... I have not sworn allegiance to the current queen."

Lancelot frowned...but Farrell's reaction seemed to be what she expected. She nodded at this moment, and slowly put away the ritual sword, "Your Majesty has something to tell you, don't you listen."

Farrell was silent for a while: "What did she say."

"You are the best knight, you are the most powerful knight, you are the light of Britain, would you like to look at the land of Britain, in the coming transcendent world, become a place to be colonized... That, you The territory that I vowed to protect."

Farrell did not respond, just stood up in silence.

He disappeared, and Mr. Gareth didn't see clearly how he left... It's just that Lancelot had already lifted the armor of inheritance, and he had also lifted his own without following.

Mr. Gareth smiled bitterly: "I am also the successor of the Twelve Knights. I still don't understand why we are so far behind him... You say, will he come back tomorrow."

"I don't know." Lancelot shook his head, "but I have done what Her Majesty asked me to do."

"Done?" Mr. Gareth's heart moved, and his face changed slightly, "What does it mean to be done?"

Lancelot said bluntly: "My mission has been completed, so I have to go back. There is no guardian by the queen, no."

"?!?!" Mr. Gareth's eyes widened suddenly, as if unbelievably, his voice changed, "Wait! You came so far all the way, just to bring a few words to Farrell?"

"if not?"

"Aren't you here to support me in the [Power Conference]?"

"Your Majesty did not give this order." Lancelot shook his head.

Mr. Gareth slapped his head at this moment... His mentality is really broken right now!

Wait, when he was talking on the phone with Her Majesty, Her Majesty did only say that Lancelot would arrive tonight... and only said that he would arrive, and did not say what Lancelot would do?

"I'm not playing anymore!!" Mr. Gareth, who had already collapsed, reached out and directly took off the brooch of the chief [Knight Mechanism] on his body, and fell to the ground, "I resigned! Who of you loves to be this chief? Who should go! It was originally something that you didn't want to do one by one and forced me into it!"

But at the moment when Mr. Gareth was frustrated, there was a sudden shaking on the ground.

In the distance, I saw a huge black shadow approaching quickly...With the rapid arrival of the black shadow, the earth's shock became more intense.

Finally, what appeared in front of Mr. Gareth and Lancelot was a [mountain]!

No, it should be said, a rock as huge as a small hill-and this rock was being held up by Farrell with one hand.

"How did you... come back?" Gareth subconsciously said: "Fa, Mr. Farrell?"

He always had an unclear hunch he didn't know clearly.

I saw Farrell say calmly at this time: "From now on, before tomorrow's competition, you use this boulder to exercise, first squat with weight for an hour, and you are not allowed to summon the armor of inheritance."

"One...an hour?" Mr. Gareth swallowed subconsciously, and screamed: "Impossible! Humans can't do this kind of thing! Besides, the competition is going to be tomorrow, and exercise at this time. What's the point! Even if this kind of exercise is effective, can you not increase your strength much in the off time?

"Even if it's just an increase of one-tenth of the strength, it is also an increase. The strong will win a one-tenth of a million." Farrell solemnly said at this time: "Strength is accumulated little by little. , To the vast ocean, one step at a time... Efforts will become stronger! Next!"

Without waiting for Mr. Gareth's reaction, Farrell threw the boulder in his hand directly at Mr. Gareth.

At this time, it was too late for him to curse and wear the armor of inheritance. The boulder fell and he instinctively ran away. Unexpectedly, a stone suddenly popped out of Farrell's hand, hitting his knee, making him kneel down. On the ground.

Seeing the boulder fell, Mr. Gareth had to pick it up with his hands... Almost his waist seemed to be crushed, and his face flushed, before he could take the boulder.

"Now start timing, it's not standard, a fist. Such a fist." Farrell said, throwing a fist directly into the distance, and the terrifying fist pressure instantly exploded a big tree tens of meters away. .

He really did it!

Mr. Gareth was in a cold sweat at this time, Farrell really did it-punching himself!

However, at this moment, against this terrible boulder, Mr. Gareth was suffocating his breath and was unable to speak at all. He seriously suspected that this boulder was directly from Farrell from outside the Forbidden City. That circle of mud and rock was dug from the mountain.

Or from the site of the [Power Conference] that the Administration is building quickly.

Seeing this, Lancelot was packing her luggage... After putting the skin of the peeled suitcase back on it again, she patted her palms, pulled the lever of the suitcase, and went straight away.

"Where are you going?" Farrell said suddenly.

"Your Majesty has completed the task assigned to me, and I should naturally leave." Lancelot said calmly: "Tomorrow's fight, I will support you mentally."

"You stay too!" Farrell said directly: "After he finishes the squat, you change it. Now you can give me the fastest speed and swing the sword 10,000 times!"

"??"

It's not funny or funny, Mr. Gareth swears, he is absolutely not gloating at this moment, because he will be angry when he smiles, and he will be crushed into meat pie.

Later, Mr. Gareth evaluated as the most stable and normal Lancelot knight among the twelve knights. He had to take off his sandals and humiliate his sword.

...

In the distance, Mr. Song was looking at the boulder up and down, and he was silent.

As for the incident, he was actually discussing some issues with Farrell—the phone is no longer needed, because Wolfgang is back, and he can be a tool translator.

But as he spoke, Farrell ran out without saying a word-came here and met these two British knights.

"[Knight's Mechanism] I know a little bit." Wolfgang thought for a while and said, "I also heard about this Farrell thing."

"Talk about it." Mr. Song said lightly.

Between him and Farrell, they didn't ask about each other's details... Out of respect for the strong-but others told him at the moment, naturally it is another matter.

"On the land of Europe, there was a terrible war a hundred years ago..." Wolfgang slowly said about the battle of the land of Europe a hundred years ago.

As a detached person and a detached person who has an income mission in this sub-world, it is impossible for Wolfgang to enter recklessly without investigating the information in the 003 sub-world.

Since it was for the organization's contribution to find the offline...income, he also collected some information on the strong in this world.

Originally, Farrell was also on the list he planned to recruit.

However, what Wolfgang didn't expect was that he could actually meet the queen from **** in this sub-world...the fallen star of dawn.

It must be her!

Think about it to be able to develop the fallen Star of Dawn into an exciting offline, right? After the event is completed, the contribution points obtained are enough to squander for a long time, right?

After a while.

"...In this way, the so-called confrontation with the devil is essentially crusade against that magical shop." Mr. Song pondered, he was about to say something, but suddenly his eyes moved and he looked at another place. .

In the distance, three figures are approaching quickly.

moment.

"Sir."

I saw Gong Fanxing and Charlotte coming together, and at this time, in Gong Fanxing's hands, there was still a young man with white hair, but his expression was extremely embarrassed, an old man in Taoist costume.

"Who is this person?" Mr. Song asked with a frown.

"Return to Honor, this humanity name Yang Taizi." Gong Fanxing said casually at this time: "It is the current head of Huanzhen Dao... just so I met."

"Is it true? Taibai's descendant..." Mr. Song nodded, pondering... as if thinking about something.

(End of this chapter)