"Cannot be...rejected?" An Nuo muttered these words gloomily.
"Yes... that is undoubtedly a favor, even a cruel favor." The old man's hands on the cane were trembling slightly. He didn't know whether he was feeling sad or angry, or both.
They all said, "The request for us to go to the Holy Election has undoubtedly trampled on our faith. Isn't this cruel?"
"So, although most people have chosen to go to the Holy Capital and want to save their lives even if they lose their faith, there are some people who desire faith more than their own lives..."
He leaned over and stretched out a hand, showing Annuo the other refugees behind him.
"That's who we are."
"But the king who occupies the Holy Capital does not allow people like us to exist."
"The Holy Choice is the only choice left to us, the other is death..."
"The people of the mountains in the northwest are willing to protect us and prevent us from being forced to betray our beliefs. They sent the old people from the mountains to take us to live in the mountains. However, when we walked here with us, we encountered that
The Knights of the Round Table who liquidate those who do not want to be chosen..."
"O Allah...what sins have we committed to give us such a difficult and painful test..."
He was hunched over, but it was not to show respect to An Nuo, but he was too sad and could not straighten up with trembling. Two tears flowed from his two muddy eyes. However, before he landed, he was evaporated by the vast scorched earth.
Clean and tidy.
Perhaps the old man's words brought back the cruel past. Many people in the refugee team behind him wiped away tears and sobbed softly.
Annuo looked at the crying people, and his already heavy heart became even more heartbroken.
Knight, what is a knight?
This is a beautiful word. Powerful, loyal, kind, leading by example, and protecting the people can all be used to describe it. It should never be tainted with evil deeds.
And now...
"Don't worry, old man." Annuo helped the crying and bent old man up, and looked in the direction of the Holy City with an even more fierce look, "I will go to the Holy City and investigate what happened there."
"Evil deeds...must be punished."
His voice was solemn and he did not make much guarantee.
Knights should not exaggerate, but they should also give the people a sense of security.
"I knew you were a big shot when I saw that beam of light that dimmed the sky..." The old man also held Annuo's arm, and there was a crystal light in his sunken eyes.
, "Therefore, my lord, you don't need to make a promise to anyone... You just need to seriously abide by your ideals."
An Nuo lowered his eyes for a moment and nodded heavily.
"I understand, old man."
"You can arrange for everyone to rest on the spot first. I will be responsible for guarding you today."
...
"We're almost there, Lord Bindu, hold on a little longer," Percival said to Bindu.
Among the three, Bindu's injury was undoubtedly the most serious.
His legs are almost rotten and bloody. Although they have scabs, they show no signs of improvement. Now he even needs the assistance of Bedivere and Percival to walk.
"I'm fine...don't worry." Bindu wanted to comfort Percival with a smile, but perhaps because of lack of physical strength, his smile was weak and uglier than crying.
"Qing Bindu, you'd better stop laughing..." Bedivere's smile was a little difficult.
His arm was left in Camelot, and it was covered with wounds.
"What should we do when we see Annoqing?" Percival asked his two seniors.
In fact, he was not particularly familiar with Annuo. He was one of the last to join the Knights of the Round Table. When he joined the Round Table, Annuo's hair was already gray, but when he just walked out of the forest, he was still
Being such a young boy, he even spoke rudely to Annuo and questioned Annuo's qualifications to sit on the round table.
Because of this incident, Mordred had a very unpleasant quarrel with him.
At that time, Annuo did not pay attention to Percival's doubts. Instead, after his hair became white and clean, he quietly withdrew from the round table and passed on his seat of disaster to his grandson, the second leader of disaster.
The knight of the throne, Galahad.
And when in the end, the wings of the flying dragon covered the British sky, and the old and thin figure stood beside the king... all the misunderstandings in the past had disappeared, and what was left was only respect, regret, and sincerity.
.
So if I'm honest... Percival would feel a little embarrassed when he saw Annuo.
"It doesn't matter, Annuoqing never cared about that." Bindu said with relief, "Actually, he was very happy that you were able to join the round table at that time."
"...Ah, I know." Percival sighed softly.
He joined the Round Table, and soon after, Anno retired.
The reason why Annuo still insists on sitting in that position at such an old age is that he is afraid that the fighting power on this table is not enough to deter the young people around him. As long as he can sit on the seat of the round table one day, the small countries around Britain and the small countries around Britain will secretly be doing things.
The guy will be jealous, so he has been waiting for a knight with enough strength to take his place.
Then Percival walked out of the forest, just like him before, holding the holy spear and being powerful.
Annuo finally no longer had to worry about his hair getting grayer day by day. He quit the round table with a smile and went home to retire.
And Percival was just as Anno expected. Although he was young and his prestige was not as good as him, he did take over his task well and helped Britain conquer all directions. He also gained a lot of prestige, and together with other Knights of the Round Table
Together, we can shock other countries.
It was impossible for Percival to understand these things at the time. It was only after he became a Heroic Spirit and looked at his life that he realized Annuo's intentions, and he could not help respecting this senior even more.
"After climbing over the crater in front, the distance should be about the same. At this distance...if I guessed correctly, Annuoqing should have almost sensed us."
Bedivere touched his chin with one arm and blinked: "After all, we are not hiding our aura now."
"...You guessed it right, Lord Bedivere." Bindu smiled hard and looked forward, "As expected of the knight closest to the king, he really knows how to figure out people's actions."
At the end of his gaze, on the top of the crater, was a white armor, shining brightly under the light of the bright moon that had just risen, like a keystone or a road sign, extremely eye-catching.
He was looking over here with majestic and steady eyes.