After hanging up the call, Annuo rubbed his forehead and exhaled a breath.
"Sure enough, everyone likes Mashu's kid." Andersen smiled with emotion, and then looked at Annuo, "But, is it your grandson who gave Mashu the power of the semi-server?"
"Yes, Galahad, my grandson, I recognized the source of this power when I first met Matthew." Annuo smiled, "He is my pride."
"Are you proud... But I remember that Galahad's father, Lancelot, the Knight of the Round Table, is your adopted son?" Andersen asked curiously, "There are records about this matter.
is that true?"
"It's true." Annuo nodded, "The fairy picked up Lancelot by the lake and gave him to me."
"So you have never been married in your life?" Andersen asked.
"Well, what else?" Annuo was a little surprised why Andersen asked these questions.
"It's nothing, I'm balanced." A satisfied smile appeared on Andersen's face, and he lay down again, "It turns out that a tall man like you can't find a wife..."
Annuo's face froze.
"If someone doesn't get married, it's because they don't want to get married. If you're not married, it's because you can't find a wife. They're different, so don't compare them." Da Vinci ruthlessly exposed Andersen's self-consolation.
Andersen was struck down and ran to a corner to isolate himself.
"By the way, are you really not going to say more about your origins? I'm quite interested." Da Vinci touched Anno's arm with his elbow, with interest on his face.
His expression said, "Lawrence was hesitant when talking to me. Can you say more, or are you saying there are some restrictions that you can't say?"
An Nuo pondered for a moment and shook his head.
"It's not that it's impossible to say, but...it doesn't make sense to say it."
"As I just said, there is nothing special about us. We are just a drop of water in the huge waves of human history. We are no different from you."
"We, like you, have all gone through our own lives. You have also walked on the land we have walked on, and you have seen the scenery we have seen. They are all exactly the same."
"To treat us differently just because we are the cut ends of a thread is putting the cart before the horse."
"Because our true belonging has always been human history, not anywhere else."
Annuo looked into Da Vinci's eyes and said seriously.
"Hmm...so you really can't say anything at all? Didn't you say that Lawrence is more special? Let's talk about Lawrence?"
Leonardo da Vinci's thirst for knowledge was undoubtedly strong, but it was a bit unruly.
"Lawrence..." An Nuo was speechless and choked. He opened his mouth, not knowing what to say, "She...it seems like I really can't say much about her."
"...Didn't you just say nothing?" Da Vinci looked at Annuo expectantly for a long time, but Annuo choked out such a sentence, which made Da Vinci roll his eyes.
Out.
"Aha... I'm sorry, it's not that I have nothing to say, but I really don't have anything to say." Anno laughed sarcastically, "I think Lawrence hesitated for this reason."
However, the seven annos are a bit special. In fact, in addition to Lawrence, there is also an anno.
Because, the seventh anno, the root thread that was thrown into Mesopotamia to differentiate individuals, cannot be defined by a simple annu, to be precise. It can also be said that anannu is not a complete seventh.
Anno.
This has something to do with the way Annanu was born.
Annuo, Lawrence, and Zuo Cun were all directly cast as fully grown humans. Oceanus Anos and Noerla had the role of mother. As for Xiang An, he was randomly
After it was thrown on the ground, it was unclear what form it took. I'm afraid the restraining force for throwing it was unclear.
And Ananu, the way it was born...
Shaking his head to get rid of these thoughts, Annuo stood up and turned his head: "I went outside to take a look. The attack during the day was very sudden. If it is also attacked at night, the village may be in danger."
"Okay, if there is any movement, I will go out to help." Da Vinci did not get discouraged when he didn't get the answer he wanted, and waved his hand.
Why are you so anxious? There is still Lawrence guarding her. Let's see when something big comes out of her mouth.
Annuo walked out of the room, stepped on the mountain wall, and came to the top of the village in a few moments, breathing in the cool night air in the mountain, to free himself a little from the struggling emotions.
Although Anno was happy to know that Matthew was safe, but... Gareth.
And Mordred, Lancelot.
He was sure that his sword had shattered Gareth's spiritual core. If nothing else happened, Gareth would have left the game at that time.
But now, it's obvious that something happened.
That posture, that aura, Annuo was already familiar with it and couldn't be more familiar with it. The evil enemy he had met twice before, the culprit that caused the chalk to collapse, the aura of King Bei.
He once witnessed Lancelot and Mordred wrapped in that dirty coat, opening the door between the Fairy Realm and the human world on Kamlan, detonating a fire that caused almost everyone in the Round Table to die and the Kingdom of Britain to fall.
Human-Dragon War.
That gesture is so hateful and desperate, and it seems that the current state is more powerful than during the Human-Dragon War. After all, Mordred and Lancelot were almost pure beasts at that time, and during the day, Jia
Reis, apart from roaring a few times, did not show any characteristics of a beast. Instead, he picked up a lance and shield and fought like a human being.
This gave Annuo an ominous premonition.
Moreover, since Gareth will become like this when he is on the verge of exiting the game, what about the other Knights of the Round Table in The Lion King? Will they become stronger after being knocked down like Gareth?
Also, The Lion King...what the hell is it.
This kind of gesture is as insulting and blasphemous to the knight. As the king, Artoria would never allow such a monster to appear. This tramples on the glory of the knight and makes it dim.
extinguished.
"Merlin, tell me what exactly I will face..."
Sitting on the top of the mountain, Annuo murmured to himself, with a complicated look in his eyes, his hand always pressed on the hilt of the sword at his waist.
But, no matter what it is, it has to be faced eventually.
Not for loyalty, but for... the magnificent history of mankind.
...
On a mountain peak that Annuo hadn't noticed, a tall and dark figure stood there, overlooking the entire land.