Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1488: The Brave New Century 1st

Chapter 1488 Brave New World (6)

"Who?!" Hearing footsteps outside the cave, Arthur became vigilant. (As soon as he shouted, he immediately regretted it!)

That person is absolutely impossible to be Merlin, because Merlin is manipulating the shadow of the crow, which is just a phantom, unable to do any physical interference with the world, let alone the sound of footsteps.

And in the middle of the night, someone actually groped into this kind of cave in the barren mountains and ridges. It is estimated that most of the comers are bad. Arthur could not help clenching the sword in his hand, ready to fight at any time.

Of course, his sword was still unsheathed, and he was confident that it would take less than half a second to unsheath the sword to cut off the opponent's head. He can easily take the life of an opponent with a sword, but he has to keep a low profile now - what if the opponent is not malicious?

The scabbard was obtained by Arthur for killing the British. However, this is the best, such a scabbard can properly cover the gorgeousness of the sword hidden in it, because the silver sword will emit a faint excess light in the dark, and those who know the goods will instantly realize that it is a rare treasure. , will be wicked.

The footsteps are heavy, sounding like a knight in full armor. Arthur couldn't help but get even more nervous. When the fight really started, he wondered if his sword could split the opponent's heavy armor?

"Hahaha, don't worry, child, I have no ill intentions." An old man with a hunchback led a donkey into the cave.

Arthur breathed a sigh of relief. It turned out that the footsteps were not the footsteps of the heavy armored knight, but the sound of the iron hooves of the donkey walking.

By the firelight, Arthur looked at the old man. The old man had a weathered look on his face, and his clothes were tattered and full of patches. And the old donkey led by the old man was carrying all kinds of messy luggage, so much that people could not help worrying about the donkey, for fear that it would be overwhelmed by the luggage before it took a few steps. However, although the old donkey looked decadent, he was still very reliable, walking with his luggage as high as a mountain, without showing any signs of difficulty.

With so much luggage, the old man is either on a long trip or a businessman.

"Are you------?" Arthur asked in the most authentic French he could. In order to avoid being suspected that he had done a lot of hard work, he couldn't help regretting why he called out without thinking much. If the call was omitted, he might have been able to pretend to be mute all the time.

"It's just a traveling merchant, boy." The old man replied, and the answer was basically what Arthur had guessed: "Can I come in to rest? I don't want to spend the night in the wilderness in the middle of the night."

You find a place to start a fire yourself. Arthur wondered in his heart. But he didn't want to be too rude, so he replied with a fake smile: "Okay, old man, come in and have a rest."

"Thank you." The old man approached the fire rudely, and followed the trend: "Well, your accent is a bit weird, where are you from?"

"Calais." This question was finally asked, but Arthur was already prepared, so he made up casually, "My mother is English, so it is inevitable that I will occasionally bring a bit of English to my speech. Accent."

He specifically chose the most remote and closest area to the UK to answer, so that he could mask his accent as much as possible.

"Oh, Calais. Isn't that place already occupied?" The old man glanced at Arthur: "You are a refugee who escaped from there? But you don't look like a refugee in your clothes-- --"

"When Calais was attacked, I wasn't there." Seeing that his lie was about to be revealed, Arthur couldn't help but make it up again, and make it as obscure as possible: "The situation is more complicated. , please don't ask too much?"

"Okay." The old man saw that Arthur was just a weak boy, and he was not too wary of the boy, so he found a stone and sat down, surrounded by a bonfire to keep warm: "It's a bad world. Well, I heard that Orleans has also been attacked recently, and it is estimated that it will fall soon. In this way, half of France will fall into the hands of the British and the Bryantians. I was there when I was in business. Calais, the situation over there... It can be described as tragic. Those British guys are no different from bandits. They robbed everything they could, burned everything they could, and burned everywhere. The smell of burnt corpses."

Arthur rolled his eyes, thinking fast. Although he was still wary of this strange old man, he wanted to learn more about the world from the old man's mouth. He doesn't know anything about this world, and the biggest disadvantage of this should be made up for by active intelligence gathering, and it's best to ask this kind of traveling merchant who travels around. In the worst case, if Arthur misses something, he can also draw the sword and kill the old man. Although I may be a little sorry for this person, it is not dangerous to kill people at will in this wilderness. As long as the corpse is disposed of, it will not affect Arthur at all.

"I...I'm a country man, and I don't know anything about the international situation." Arthur continued to make up now: "How bad is the situation? Why did England go to war with France? ?"

"Because of Henry VI." The old man replied with a burst of blood: "A kid who may be the heir to the British and French thrones at the same time."

"Henry VI?"

"Why, you don't even know this?" The old businessman gave Arthur another glance: "Henry VI is the only son of King Henry V of England and Queen Catherine, and Catherine's father is King Charles VI of France. My lord. That kid was a man of both British and French royal blood. But when the two kings died at the same time, Henry VI was only a few months old, and he was under the protection of Prince Charles VII of France. among.

Charles VII certainly does not want Henry VI to become the king of France, but the British side unilaterally declared Henry VI the king of France, and the Duke of Bedford, who is currently in power, asked Charles VII to hand over the young king Henry VI. So they fought. "

"Humph..." Arthur listened quietly, without comment.

"In your opinion, how should this matter be resolved?" The old man suddenly smiled mysteriously and asked, "In my opinion, neither of the two groups is absolutely righteous. Some people will say that this is Britain is invading France, but some people will think that this is just a war that the British launched to take back their king. Anyway, as long as you change your position, each side of Britain and France can be just, and each side can be unrighteous."

"Well...I don't quite understand..." Arthur tentatively said, "Why do you ask me such a question, old man? I'm just from the countryside. A village man, he doesn't know anything about the big things in this world..."

"It has nothing to do with education, child." The old man said, "I ask you this kind of question because I think you are the same person as me, the same kind, and reasonable person. You are different from the british brits who kill red eyes, and you are also different from the french people who kill red eyes for revenge. ."

"Indeed." Arthur frowned, completely ignorant of the reason the old man suddenly asked him. However, Arthur is not afraid to answer this question. As he thought before, even if the answer is not good enough, he can directly kill the old man to silence him, and he has nothing to lose anyway: "Okay, I will try. Evaluate."

"Actually, there is no absolute justice or absolute evil in war. War will never change. It's just a group of people fighting for a certain benefit against another group of people." Arthur calmly The analysis said: "So the British and the French involved in this war are equally bad, and in the end both sides deserve to die."

"Is this your answer?" The old man smiled mysteriously.

"Wait, I'm not done." Arthur continued: "But there is one thing I don't like. The British soldiers are killing people. They are killing innocent people. They are like locusts. Village by village looting and slaughtering, wanton killing. This kind of behavior is not chivalrous, it is no different from bandits. They have become too greedy, not just fighting to take back their king, but To wrest wealth from French commoners."

Speaking of this, the teenager couldn't help clenching his fists: "This kind of guy deserves to die. If I have the strength, seeing such a greedy British bandit, I must see one and kill one."

"Huhuhu, that's true." The old man smiled: "My thoughts are exactly the same as yours~IndoMTL.com~ Good boy, I really did not find the wrong person."

"What?" Arthur was confused. Is this and the old man looking for him?

"Can you borrow the old man to see the sword on your back?" The old man changed the subject and brought up the sword on Arthur's back.

Hearing this, Arthur became nervous and his eyes widened.

The sword he is carrying is heavily protected by a rough leather scabbard. Even if you look closely under ordinary lighting conditions, it should be impossible for ordinary people to immediately understand the true value of the sword.

But this old traveling merchant of unknown origin, in such a dim cave, under the swaying bonfire, instantly saw through the sword on Arthur's back! This can't help but make Arthur wonder, thinking that the old man may have come to hit his sword!

"You don't have to be afraid, child." The old man smiled when he saw Arthur's nervous face, and added: "I won't **** your sword.

------Hey, I gave you the sword. Since I have entrusted it to you, why would I want to take it back at such a time? "