Robin sat on the branch next to him, looking a little stunned at Tristan, who had passed Bindu's test just after they met.
Isn't this too easy?
"It is indeed your style, Lord Tristan." Listening to Robin's shock, Bindu let go of his hand and smiled helplessly.
In his hand, there are already three fragments produced by space debris.
Three glowing space fragments lay in his palm, seemingly echoing each other, making Bindu slightly dazed.
"Are you satisfied with this result? Annuo." Tristan opened his eyes and walked to Annuo's side with a smile, "According to your idea, it should be to accumulate enough strength for Bindu.
"
"That's enough, Tristan, you did a good job." Annuo crossed his chest and nodded to Tristan.
"Grandfather must have thought from the very beginning that Lord Tristan would not conduct the assessment on Lord Bindu. After all, Lord Tristan's personality is very famous." Matthew chuckled.
"Ah, what a rare lady...wait, this feeling——!?"
Seeing Mashu and Fujimaru Ritsuka standing quietly on the side, Tristan subconsciously wanted to smile and show off his gentlemanly demeanor, and then he noticed the feeling Mashu Lingji gave him, which was a little familiar...
..
Tristan took a step back unconsciously, with a slightly frightened expression on his face.
He sent away his perception ability as soon as he saw Bindu, and only saw Mashu when he came back to his senses, so...
A funny smile appeared on Bindu's face, and he touched Tristan's side with his elbow: "It's Galahad."
Tristan froze in place.
He didn't dare to look at An Nuo's expression.
Annuo couldn't laugh or cry: "What are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense."
Mashu rolled his eyes and grabbed the hands of Fujimaru Ritsuka and Robin who fell from the tree: "Come on, senior, let's go for a walk around."
Bindu probably won't leave here today. He has to digest the magic power he got from Tristan.
The magic power and abilities obtained from Percival and Mordred are now only in Bindu's spirit base. Although Bindu can use it, it is still a bit stiff after all.
It is still somewhat difficult to really use these magic powers to reshape one's spiritual base and digest all these magic powers into one's own magic power.
It’s time to organize and digest it.
"There's nothing much to say about perception ability. Can you use Longinus' magic power and Mordred's red thunder now?" After finding a place to sit down, Annuo asked Bindu.
"It's still okay."
Bindu also sat down and drew the sword.
As Longinus' magic enters the sword, the sword gradually becomes...
Glowing?
The three of them were so blinded by the light that they could not open their eyes.
Anno, Tristan:......
"It feels... quite suitable for lighting." Tristan was silent for a while and gave his own evaluation.
"...Indeed." Bindu's face twitched.
Although the holy sword can also shine, and the holy spear can also shine, it is a very soft and calm light. From that light, you can feel the nature and life of the weapon, as well as its unique magical atmosphere.
For example, the Sword of Victory, this sword gives people a very strong breath of life, while the Chalk of Sighs has a heavy, cold feeling.
And the characteristics of my sword are...
Very bright?
Bindu's face twitched again.
"...You should take back this light first." Annuo said helplessly, "It's too dazzling and eye-catching."
"good......"
The light quickly disappeared, and Bindu scratched his head in confusion: "Maybe it's because of the weapon. Although my original sword is not a magic weapon like the Holy Sword, it is also a superior weapon. It should be
There will be no such problem.”
"Maybe there will be choices in the future, don't worry." Tristan comforted Bindu, and then suddenly his mind opened up, "But maybe the usage of your sword..."
"What?" Bindu looked at Tristan blankly.
"I mean, think about it, you just use this sword to fight your enemy normally, and then during the battle, you suddenly inject Longinus' magic power into the sword... What will happen?
What?" Tristan's eyes opened when he said this.
Bindu was stunned for a moment after listening to Tristan's words, and then showed a look of realization: "What do you mean, Tristan--!?"
"Yes, dodge your enemies' eyes!"
An Nuo looked at the two people chatting animatedly in front of him and didn't really want to talk.
These two people had a good relationship in Camelot, and he knew this.
But why does Annuo feel that when these two people get together, their IQs drop together...?
It must be an illusion...
"Where's the red thunder? Can you show it?" Interrupting the communication between the two, Annuo asked about Mordred's gift.
"Ah, Chi Lei's words... I feel that it is actually easier to control than Longinus' magic power." Bindu became serious.
After putting the sword back into its scabbard, Bindu stood up, clenched his hands into fists, and closed his eyes.
Buzz——
After concentrating for a few seconds, fine red lightning began to appear around his body, making a crackling sound.
After a few seconds, the red thunder was wrapped around his whole body.
"Run and take a look." Nodding, Annuo said to Bindu.
He noticed that when Bindu summoned Red Thunder, it still took a long time.
After all, it’s not your own thing...
"Okay." Nodding slightly, Bindu moved his angle.
Buzz - Phew!
The acceleration time was very short, and Bindu started running, bringing up a gust of wind around him and stroking the hair of the other two Knights of the Round Table.
Both Anno and Tristan's eyesight can keep up with Bindu's speed, and their perceptions are very sharp.
Therefore, both of them noticed that with the blessing of Chi Lei, Bindu's speed seemed to have become faster.
And while running, he was wrapped in red thunder, leaving the afterimage of Bindu dragging a long red tail, like a red pop about to fall from the sky.
"It's amazing. Now Mr. Bindu can really catch up with my arrows..." Tristan's fingers trembled slightly, showing that his heart was not at peace.
There was a smile on his face: "That's good. Britain is one step closer to safety."
An Nuo also smiled: "Have you really never tried to compare who is faster in private?"
"...We still competed." Tristan looked at Bindu and nodded, "But most of them are indifferent."