Light Spirit Epic Chapter 1685: Interlaced in the occasion (40)

Chapter 1685 Interlaced in the meeting forty

Okay. After hearing the favorable conditions offered by the other party, the black knight boy replied. Although he knew that the road ahead might be extremely dangerous, Daniel had already decided to go ahead.

Then let's go out. The Knight of the Round Table, Pasiva, smiled indifferently, lifted Daniel up from the ground, and began to take the first step towards the depths of this unknown ruin.

Daniel also took a look at his surroundings and found it to be a wonderful relic. He was still walking down the stairs in the darkness before, and there was no way to see the outline of the ruins clearly. He even fell down the last section of the stairs, and he fainted immediately after the fall.

And now, the entire ruins seem to have woken up, shining brightly everywhere. And there doesn't seem to be any fixed light source in the ruins, the light is softly diffused evenly from the surrounding walls. Apart from the corridor in front of Daniel that seemed to be extending to infinity, the ruins seemed to have no other way to go. It was a wonderful design. But this is just right, saving Daniel and the others the trouble of choosing a branch road, they just have to continue to move forward along the corridor.

Speaking of which, it's really hidden deep enough here. Pasiva, who was walking in the front, chatted: Damn ancient people like to hide their secret facilities in every corner of the world, but they never want to share a little bit with us descendants. What a bunch of selfish guys.

Daniel did not respond. He knew very little about ancient people, and at most it stayed at the level of textbooks within the Knights, so he didn't know how to evaluate these ancient races full of mysteries.

The only fact he knows is that there must be some kind of earth-shattering and important props hidden in these ancient ruins of the gods, and it is worth the people of Great Britain to spend so much time and effort to search for them. The people of Great Britain are actually quite hardworking.

The ruins are still silent. There is no deadly mechanism, and there is no guardian of the ruins that are often seen in such ruins. Nothing at all. This is an ordinary, but surprisingly quiet relic.

Children, have you ever thought that, in fact, all human beings in this world are chess pieces? The Knight of the Round Table, Pasiva, who was walking in the front, suddenly said: "Each of us is actually driven by a predetermined destiny, and exists to complete our mission one day in the near future?"

I don't understand... Daniel replied vaguely.

I have read your profile. It should be said that I have been very interested in you since a long time ago. Pasiva went on to say: My father was a knight who disobeyed and lost his nickname. Nonetheless, the Knights of Great Britain awarded Sir Young the title of Silver Knight. It's a pity however. You missed the last train of policy changes.

Since His Majesty King Arthur ascended the throne, the hereditary system has greatly changed the title of the Silver Knight and cannot be directly inherited. Only when a knight is promoted to the Golden Knight can the title be inherited to his eldest son. Moreover, what the eldest son got was only the title of Silver Knight. To benefit his descendants, he had to continue to work hard to climb up in the Knights.

Um... Daniel replied in a low voice. He dared not comment too much on it.

So, even if your father dies, he ends up leaving only a small legacy and a vanity name that only belongs to him. And you don't get anything from the Knights of Great Britain, you even have to start at the bottom and work your way up to get promoted. You have suffered so much along the way, do you feel that the Knights of Great Britain owe you a lot?

I...don't dare say it. Daniel whispered.

But it doesn't matter, I promise on my own honor that I won't say anything from what you hear. Persiva assured: You actually hate the Knights of Great Britain, you hate the system here, you hate it all, don't you?

Daniel thought for a long time before slowly answering: There is indeed a little bit.

Have you ever regretted joining the Order? The Knight of the Round Table, Pasiva, asked again: I heard that in order to raise money for your mother's treatment, you even offered to the Knights to take part in a suicide mission. You came back from the mission successfully, but look what exactly you got? Is your mother saved? Did you save anyone successfully? Or, not only did it not save anyone, but even more?

This sentence touched Daniel. He couldn't help taking a deep breath. At this moment he thought of Bart again, of the undead thing that had turned into a slushy mass of flesh. Every time he thinks of this, Daniel's heart is cut like a knife.

So, why are you still in the Order? Seeing that his words had an effect, Pasiva continued to fan the flames: Why don't you leave all these painful things behind, fly away, and live only for yourself? Is there anything else worthy of your protection? Or are you just not willing to give up everything you have now?

Daniel fell into a dead silence again.

The two have passed through the corridor of the ancient ruins and came to a wonderful area. This slightly spacious hall-like place connects several areas, with a corridor leading to the deeper exit of the ruins, and a small room similar to a warehouse next to it. Everything is clearly shimmering, but the small warehouses are so dark that people can't see what's in the warehouses from this hall at all.

Let's search separately. Pasiva said, first check everything in the small warehouse, then gather in this hall, and continue to explore deeper. This is more convenient. This ruin doesn't seem to have any defense system, but God knows what dangers are hidden here? You have to be vigilant at all times.

Daniel was a little absent-minded, but nodded perfunctorily. He and Pasiva split up and walked towards the small warehouse beside him.

The warehouse is very dark, and the lighting system of the ancient ruins doesn't seem to be able to illuminate such a place. Because of the weird atmosphere here, Daniel didn't dare to neglect, he had already drawn out his lightsaber when he entered the warehouse, and still used normal output. The green lightsaber emits a green excess of light that would have been just fine for lighting the place. However, the fact is a bit unexpected. The warehouse seems to be filled with some kind of black smoke that can absorb all the light. The light from Daniel's lightsaber can't even illuminate the wall and ceiling of the warehouse, only the black iron knight. About five yards around the boy's body were illuminated.

And in the place where the light can't reach, in the thicker darkness, there seems to be a figure shaking.

No, it must be a ghost, right? There must be footsteps if someone was there, but Daniel couldn't hear anything. That swaying figure is definitely not a living person. Thinking of this, Daniel's back couldn't help but feel a chill.

All kinds of weird things can happen in the ruins of ancient people, and this little thing is not a problem at all. But scary things are still scary, and their nature doesn't change. The boy was frightened by the mysterious shadow and took a half step back.

However, that shadow also began to emerge from the darkness, approaching the dark iron knight boy step by step. Its shape is also clearer, to the point where it can be recognized.

Daniel's voice was soft, long and low. That voice echoed in the small warehouse, but it made one's hair stand on end like a ghostly wailing.

Why does its low sigh continue: Why don't you save me! Why did you kill me!

A normal person would be frightened half to death when they heard the low sigh of this kind of resentful spirit. However, at this moment, Daniel made a completely different reaction from normal people, with tears streaming down his face.

Bart... The boy replied in a low voice: Brother doesn't know why you became like this, and brother doesn't know how to change you back to your original shape. But my brother promises you... no matter how much you pay, you will definitely be changed back. ...so, please wait a little longer, okay? One day we will be...reunited...as a family...

The more the young man spoke, the more sad he became, and he choked up as he spoke. However, he said that there was no way to stop the human-shaped black fog from approaching. The indescribable monster was still approaching Daniel, and quickly devoured the boy completely.

A certain day of a certain year.

Hey. A ragged boy stopped another boy, and then the ragged boy jumped from a high platform piled up by garbage and landed in front of the boy who was a few years older than him: I don't seem to have I saw you, are you new here?

The other black teenager looked at each other with frustration and humiliation in his eyes: Hmm. Just recently moved in with my family. Rent in this area...reasonable.

He looked at each other again: Where have I seen you before?

Perhaps. Or maybe not. Anyway, I'm a public face. The other boy said, at the same time wiping his face with his hands. His action should have been the standard action of ordinary people trying to get rid of the dirt on his face, but in his case, under the wiping of his little hands that were not very clean, the young man's face Not only did it not get cleaner, but it was dirtier and more illegible.

Hey, by the way, didn't you see me picking up trash here? Do you think I am idle? If I don’t pick up enough 100 tin cans to go back today, my grandfather won’t even allow me to eat.

The older boy was stunned for a while~IndoMTL.com~ didn't know what to say.

So, are you going to help me pick up tin cans? Or are you just here to laugh at me? The boy who picked up the garbage hummed: Come and help if you want to help, maybe I will treat you to a meal. If you don't want to help, get away, don't get in the way.

Only at that moment, the older teenager showed a slight look of disgust: but why do I

Because you seem busy and have nothing else to do, am I right? The other party grinned: And seeing your blank face, I think you are desperate. So what is it? Picking up the trash for me and then asking me to treat you to dinner? Or do you want to go through the night hungry?

The older teenager couldn't even refute a sentence.

Good, good. The older boy murmured in a low voice, "It's just picking up trash, I just pick it up."

He has nothing to do until his application to join the Order is officially approved anyway. And now he just needs a job to vent his energy and earn some money to make ends meet.