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Moore closed the ancient book in front of him, and the writing on the paper gradually disappeared as the magic link was cut off.There was a thick stack of parchment next to his hand, and an ancient book the size of half a table was spread out in front of him. Most of the time in the hotel was boring, and he could only rely on aimless magic research to learn. kill time.Back then, he had done a lot of research on forbidden techniques. Although the church had strict restrictions on it, he couldn't stop his curiosity. Forbidden techniques were used on a large scale in ancient times. Why weren't the ancestors punished by demons?

The church declared that the ancient magicians were servants of the devil, but he found this reason unconvincing.Ever since he accidentally discovered that the forbidden technique can be performed without trading, he gradually understood.

Maybe the ancient magic handed down lost a secret they didn't know, and he wanted to find out that secret.

He was so engrossed in his thoughts that he almost never heard the sound of footsteps coming from outside the house, until someone pushed open his door, and the creaking sound pulled him back from his wandering thoughts.

He turned around and found that the person behind him was Arthur. Arthur took off his heavy helmet and was only wearing chain armor. No wonder he didn't hear too much noise. After the Battle of Arbor, he seemed to have lost all sense of hearing, eyes and senses. sluggish.

He just smiled and said, "I didn't realize you came in."

Arthur frowned slightly, but said nothing. He pulled a chair and sat down in front of Moore, asking with a serious face, "When can we have dinner?"

Moore was stunned for a moment, and couldn't help laughing out loud.

Arthur still maintained his stern look, as if he didn't think there was anything wrong with what he just said. It's only three o'clock in the afternoon. It's very tiring to wear heavy armor all day long, Mo Er is thinking about whether to advance the dinner time as much as possible in the future, or to add meals in the afternoon.The Cavaliers are fully armed all day long, and their physical strength is exhausted. He must at least ensure that they are not hungry.

So he called the supervisor and asked him to prepare more food every afternoon. Arthur looked at him quietly, but seemed to deliberately avoid Moore's gaze. After the supervisor left, he said: "I I contacted the Dragon Knights, they don't know about the rebellion yet, they will arrive by tomorrow afternoon at the latest."

Moore was stunned, and subconsciously blurted out: "Dream Bubbles?"

Arthur sighed.

Moore coughed lightly, and he didn't know why he suddenly remembered this name, so he had to look away and quickly said: "I also contacted the legal group."

The camps of the Dragoons and the Legion were not located in the imperial capital, which allowed them to escape the rebellion. Perhaps the Duke of Salas took a fancy to this, knowing that Arthur brought some knights After the regiment left the imperial capital, the guards of the imperial capital would relax a lot, so they had the courage to take this opportunity to lead the rebellion.

Moore added: "It's just that the drawing of the magic circle takes time. If there are a large number of teleporters, the reception magic circle here may not be completed until the day after tomorrow."

Arthur nodded: "Yes."

His face did not reveal too much of his thoughts, Moore carefully looked at Arthur's expression, and said tentatively: "There are too few mages here, drawing a magic circle does not need to consume mana, maybe I can go to help……"

Arthur rejected him outright.

"I discussed with the national teacher that it doesn't take so many people to draw the magic circle." He stood up, still lowering his eyelids slightly, and skipped the topic, "They haven't moved yet, maybe there will be a surprise attack at night. "

Their numbers are less than half of the opponent's. Although they are all elite fighters in the Cavaliers, if the opponent attacks fiercely, they may not be able to survive until the next day.

But he didn't understand.

Even if the Duke of Salas was victorious here, his rebellion would never succeed.Moore can only speculate that the king and princess are under his control, and his goal is His Royal Highness here, but what if he really captures the prince?He is bound to fail after all, this is just a style of play that hurts both sides.

Arthur stood up and said softly, "I'm going back."

It was wartime, and as a commander, he shouldn't have left his post, let alone walked into Moore's room.It's a shameful luxury that he's wasted twenty minutes or more here, but he just can't help himself.

He didn't hear Moore's persuasion, but he took a guilty and firm step, and Moore grabbed his wrist.

"Wait a minute," Moore said, "Aren't you hungry?"

Arthur turned around, and Moore took out a handful of colorful fudge from the low cabinet, and stuffed them into his hands.

"You can have some of this first." Moore winked at him, with an irresistible smile in his light eyes, "It will take a while for dinner to be ready."

Arthur: "..."

Without saying a word, he held the candies in his palm, turned around and left here without looking back.

Stepping out of the hotel, the guard outside the door stood upright, as if not looking sideways, but seemed to be watching him secretly.

Stupid.

Arthur thought angrily.

What would the knights think when the commander held a handful of flower candies that only children would love?

He shouldn't have reached out to take this handful of candy.

But he couldn't control his behavior, like a devil whispering seductively in his ear, the inexplicable rage and self-blame twin trees in his heart grew and swelled like twin trees.

He walked very fast, and the messenger who rushed over didn't pay attention, and almost collided with him. The furious gun/powder fuze was ignited by the bursting sparks in an instant, and he didn't know what happened until a moment later. He found himself yelling at the orderly.

He vaguely remembered that this was a recruit who had not yet been honored as a knight. He looked only seventeen or eighteen years old, and his immature face was flushed, as if he was trying to restrain himself from crying.

The people around looked at them in amazement. Some people were terrified and did not dare to look directly at him. Williamson stepped over a few steps, comforted the orderly in a soft voice, and then pulled Arthur aside, frowning and looking at him. he.

"You shouldn't scold him like that," Williamson said. "It was an accident. He didn't do anything wrong."

Arthur rubbed his aching head, the frustration surrounding him everywhere.

"I know, can you apologize to him for me," he whispered, "I think I'm just... tired."

But Williamson didn't leave immediately, he was still frowning, with deep doubts and concerns in his eyes: "What's the matter with you recently? You seem to always..."

irritability.

He didn't say the second half of the sentence. Under the current situation, he couldn't imagine what kind of responsibilities and pressure Arthur, as the main commander, had to bear. Under the huge pressure, it was inevitable that he would feel a little emotional.

He patted Arthur on the shoulder soothingly, and said with concern, "Don't worry, the rebels won't succeed."

Arthur said, "Yes, I understand."

He watched Williamson leave, and watched the blood-red sunset sink down the valley in the distance.

Of course he understands.

Judgment is near.