Chapter 993 Dream Clones in Various Places

Londinian.

After a whole day of rapid march, Percival returned to the ruined city of Londinium with the hundreds of humans rescued from the human ranch.

The whole city is celebrating with hundreds of companions joining, and lights are shining everywhere.

Percival stood alone on the city wall, looking at the night scene in the distance.

"Are you on guard here?"

"Well?!"

Percival was taken aback, and instinctively shot out.

After seeing the figure of the cloaked man, he hurriedly stopped and looked at him resentfully.

"Mr Cuchulain? Could you please stop appearing like a ghost?"

"Sorry, it's really different this time."

"What's the meaning?"

"look."

The figure of the cloaked man suddenly disappeared, and under the wrapping of the black mist, he turned into a young man in blue tights with a bright smile on his face.

"This is the real Cu Chulainn!"

"...That means that your real name is not Cu Chulainn, right?"

"Isn't that a matter of course? Use a trumpet when you go out, this is called Wenjian!"

A certain sage Grim who was not here suddenly sneezed and scratched his head in doubt.

"You should also think of a trumpet, otherwise everyone will know that you are Percival, and you will be targeted sooner or later!"

"This... I think it violates the way of knights!"

Parcival looked troubled.

"I just fast-forward to the point where I don't understand people's hearts!"

"?"

The blue-haired youth rolled his eyes.

The guy who is loyal to chivalry, can he die?

Oh, the dumbass is dead.

Hell kidding, it's true.

"One day in the future, if you are set on fire, don't say the name of your teacher!"

"Well, I can't expose my companions, I still understand this point!"

When Parcival heard the words, he immediately spoke uprightly.

"Have all the people in the ranch been rescued?"

"According to Your Excellency's account, all the teenagers have been rescued, and one of the six central factories has not been touched! Now everyone is celebrating, why don't you join in?"

"I don't want to be exposed prematurely. It will be bad if it reaches the Queen's ears."

The blue-haired youth shook his head.

Percival pricked up his ears, what does this mean?

Could it be that he has something to do with the Queen?

"That's not necessary, is it? The soldiers of our Round Table Army are all strong and will not reveal your identity!"

"Who knows?"

The blue-haired youth smiled noncommittally.

"Parcival, you trust your subordinates too much. It's not good. You should be wary. If you find a traitorous Slim, kick him out as soon as possible. That kind of person is not worth saving."

"...I remember it in my heart."

Percival froze for a moment, smiled, and said nothing.

Seeing his appearance, the blue-haired young man knew that he didn't take his words to heart.

The two rebels he has found so far, Boggart is safe and doesn't care about the opinions of his subordinates, while Percival has almost blind trust in his subordinates, completely two extremes!

That's weird!

It would be perfect if the two of them averaged out!

"In the future, I will come over at night from time to time. If you need to find me, just wait until then."

After explaining, the blue-haired youth didn't say any more, and turned into black mist and dissipated.

manchester.

This is located in the northwest of Camelot, a city with an idyllic atmosphere.

Although the whole is somewhat similar to Salisbury, the architecture here is closer to modern European style, while Salisbury is completely country style.

"who!"

In a mansion in the center of Manchester.

A certain elf knight suddenly frowned and let out a loud shout.

"That's great, Bagster! How quickly you noticed me?"

The cloaked man appeared in the room very abruptly, lifted the cloak on his head, and revealed his true face.

"His Royal Highness?"

Bagster slightly widened his eyes, which were full of surprise.

"When did you come... No, this, isn't it your real body?"

"Your eyesight is really good!"

Jiang Li praised her again.

"You flatter me."

Bagster bowed slightly, with a wry smile on his face.

"This should be similar to the power of the goblin domain? I also have similar power, but it may be slightly weaker than yours..."

"you also have?"

Jiang Li looked at Bagster in surprise.

Although Bagster is strong, he didn't feel that she was a big mother-level elf?

Jiang Li had an idea, and suddenly thought of that night in Sheffield.

Could it be the most ominous power that Bagster lurks just below the surface?

"My authority... To be honest, it's not mine, it's Faul Weatherser's."

Bagster put down the kitchen utensils in his hand, scooped up water to wash his hands, and straightened his demeanor.

"I have a very special rule. If I prey on a certain kind of goblin, I can inherit its power. It's like a black dog with endless greed... Two hundred years ago, I preyed on the lord of Cornwall, Fore. Weiser repelled the Caterpillar Morse Calamity."

Jiang Li also heard about this matter from Boggart. He heard that Britain was in urgent need of Fol Weatherser's power at that time, but he refused to contribute even though it was clearly something within his power.

So Bagster preyed on him and inherited his domain.

From Jiang Li's point of view, there is no way to find fault with this matter.

"I just wanted to ask you about the disaster!"

Jiang Li asked about the business with a serious expression.

"So far, Britain should have experienced several catastrophes. How many records have been handed down so far?"

"Records about the catastrophe?"

Bagster hesitated for a moment, lost in thought.

"The records before the Fairy Calendar are basically difficult to verify, but I heard that in the first year of the Queen's Calendar, the disaster of beasts that devoured the city and the disaster of flames that burned the earth once raged, and if there were others, it was a thousand years The previous time, Morse flooded wildly, leading to the birth of the King of Morse. The heat-dissipating Duke Reineker fought but was defeated. His second generation, Woodworth, soon appeared and defeated the King of Morse, but Morse The King of Si also left behind the curse of 'Black Dog' before he died..."

Although it was a presumptuous visit, Bagster treated him as a distinguished guest rigidly, and he knew everything about his doubts.

"His Royal Highness, do you want to stay and have dinner together?"

Half an hour later, Bagster held up a steak the size of a pig's head that was being roasted in his hand, and asked Jiang Li seriously while turning it.

"Looks like it tastes good...but next time!"

Jiang Li looked at his dream avatar, and could only lament that he didn't have this delicious food.

That night, Jiang Li's dream avatar appeared in many places in Britain, and it didn't gradually dissipate until dawn.

In the cave next to the national road.

Jiang Li sighed and opened his eyes.

"The curse of the King of Morse, it's not easy for you, Bagster."

"However, the catastrophe... what is the nature of that?"