472 "Foreign Traveler"

"Gawain!"

Woodworth's respectful tone toward the queen changed, and he turned to Gawain and growled.

"You don't need to attack. I have already transferred troops from Oxford. We will soon be chasing the Son of Prophecy!"

Woodworth bared his fangs at the knights of the same race who planned to take away this mission.

"There is no chance for you to appear here! Get out of my way!"

The scolding of the clan leader Woodworth did not make Gawain, an elf of the Fang Clan, feel timid.

"Whether I have a chance to appear or not is not decided by you, but by Your Majesty." Gawain said with a very calm attitude compared to Woodworth: "The reason why I proposed to attack, I don’t want to take away your mission, just to make sure nothing goes wrong.”

"After all, you let your target escape, didn't you?"

Hearing this, Woodworth couldn't help but become angry.

"Calm down, Woodworth." Aurora said just right, "I know how you feel, and I understand it very well, but Gawain is right, it is His Majesty who should decide all this, not you. "

"...I know, Aurora." Woodworth managed to regain his composure and said, "I just want to say that compared to these inexplicable goblin knights, I am more trustworthy than those who have been loyal to His Majesty for many years. I also believe in me." With this ability, he can kill the son of prophecy.”

Regarding Woodworth's words, the first person to raise objections was not the two elf knights present, but the clan leader of the Winged Clan, Murien.

"Do we have to kill him? That would be such a pity!" Murien suggested as if he was kind-hearted: "Why don't you send the Son of Prophecy to me? I think he will definitely become a good commodity."

"No, he should be sent to my new Darlington!" Tristan didn't know what good idea came up. He licked his lips and said: "I want to send him to the "theater" , the scream of the child of prophecy must sound wonderful, right? "

"If that's the case, I also want to meet this son of prophecy." Sprigan crossed his arms and said with a meaningful expression: "I am quite interested in the son of prophecy who claims to be a human being. of."

"You..." Woodworth almost broke through again.

The Son of Prophecy is your Majesty's greatest enemy, a traitor who attempts to overthrow Britain's rule. You should tear off his limbs, cut off his head, and dismember him into pieces on the spot to completely eradicate this threat.

These hateful guys actually didn't take this seriously at all, they just regarded it as an interesting thing and the appearance of an interesting person. It was really hateful.

Woodworth, who was thinking this way, had forgotten how disdainful he had been towards this so-called son of prophecy before that.

Like other goblins, he originally didn't believe in prophecies or that anyone could overthrow the Queen's rule. If the Queen hadn't ordered him to search for the Son of Prophecy, Woodworth would have been like the goblins present. No. Take this so-called son of prophecy seriously.

Woodworth will change his mind, all because of the power shown by Rieger.

In Woodworth's opinion, that power was already at a level that could pose a threat to the Queen. In addition, all his subordinates were killed by the other party. In anger, Woodworth wanted to tear Li Ge into pieces and kill this The so-called children of prophecy were eradicated.

The goblins who have not had the same experience as Woodworth are naturally the same as Woodworth who has not met Li Ge before. They only regard this so-called son of prophecy as a pure joke and do not regard it as a threat at all.

No, Gawain does.

While the other goblins were discussing what to do with Li Ge, as if the son of prophecy was already in their possession, she was the only one who paid attention to one thing.

"Being able to instantly kill an elf army of the Fang Clan under Woodworth's eyes, regardless of whether this person is the Son of the Prophecy or not, his power cannot be underestimated."

As a goblin from the Fang Clan, Gawain realized how serious this was.

So Gawain spoke up again.

"I am currently chasing the Round Table Army near Salisbury, which is not too far from Tintagel. Presumably, the Son of Prophecy is not too far from where my troops are stationed." Gawain turned to the Queen. He said solemnly: "As long as His Majesty gives the order, the fairy knight Gawain will immediately lead the team to encircle and suppress the son of prophecy."

"Gawain!"

Woodworth shouted.

Gawain turned a deaf ear.

The other goblins looked like they had something to say, and looked like they wanted to heat up the place.

"alright."

Only then did the queen on the throne speak out again, causing the entire audience to fall silent.

The Queen closed her eyes, opened them suddenly after a while, and asked Woodworth a strange question.

"What does the son of prophecy who claims to be human actually look like?"

This sudden inquiry made many fairies look at each other in confusion.

"Does he look like a boy?" Woodworth also paused for a moment before replying: "I remember he was a black boy with black hair, about seventeen or eighteen years old, with a knife at his waist."

Woodworth thought about it again, and then continued to describe.

"He is not like the goblin of the Earth Clan, and he is far different from the goblin of the Fang Clan. He is very similar to the goblin of the Wind Clan, except that he has no wings and pointed ears. If I have to give an example, his appearance is roughly The one who is closer to the Northern King’s clan.”

Hearing this, the goblins began to whisper again.

"Is he actually someone similar to the one from the King's clan?"

"Could that be the goblin from the King's clan?"

"No, it won't happen. There should be only that one in the King's clan, and there should be no other goblins."

"That's strange. It's not the King's clan, let alone the three Fengtuya clan. Judging from Master Woodworth's reaction, it shouldn't be the Wings clan. So is this son of prophecy still from the extinct Mirror clan?"

"Didn't the prophecy say that the son of the prophecy is a fairy from paradise?"

"Yes, the son of the prophecy should be a fairy who does not belong to any clan. He is just the one who looks close to the king's clan."

"Since the appearance is similar to that of the king's clan, then it should be similar to humans, right?"

"No wonder he calls himself human."

"It's no wonder he became the enemy to overthrow the Queen."

"But there's nothing surprising, right?"

"Yes, it's not like there aren't forces that resist the Queen, whether it's the Morse who are proliferating throughout Britain, the disaster in the port city of Norwich, the king's clan in the north, the Round Table Army in Londinion in the south, or the recent There have been more and more people rebelling against the Queen in Sheffield recently, and now there is just one more person.”

"There is also that suspicious human named Beryl Gart. He seems to have said that there will be an invasion of goblins from abroad in the near future, right?"

"The current situation in the Fairy Country is really full of troubles."

The goblins started talking like this.

The queen was silent.

"A boy with black hair and a boy with a knife..."

An extremely weak voice was spit out unconsciously from the Queen's mouth.

"...could it be you?"

No one can hear this sentence.

"Mother?"

After a while, Tristan woke the queen up with a somewhat surprised call.

"Where is the Fairy Knight Lancelot?" The Queen's voice was still cold and she said, "Why didn't Sir Lancelot come?"

The person who answered this question was not the two elf knights present, but Aurora, the clan leader of the Wind Clan.

"Lancelot is with me." Aurora's gentle voice came from the projection, saying: "I invited her to be a guest at my place, and we are going to have afternoon tea together later."

"Aurora..." Woodworth suddenly made a somewhat useless sound.

There is no other way. The woman he likes actually invites his opponent, whom he regards as a rival, to have afternoon tea together. This is a bit shocking... No, it's a blow to the goblin.

"Haha, forgive me, Woodworth." Aurora said with a smile: "As you know, I have many goblins who admire Lancelot. Everyone wants to meet the most beautiful goblin knight in Britain. I As a lord, you should understand the mood of your subordinates and satisfy their wishes. "

"So that's it." Woodworth's expression suddenly became much better, but he still said: "However, I think the most beautiful fairy in Britain should be you, not that Lancelot or Aurora."

"Yes, Lancelot is not the most beautiful goblin." Tristan was also extremely unhappy with this statement and said, "Mother is the most beautiful in this goblin country."

Tristan's proposal did not bring the Queen's happiness.

She seemed to have no interest in the matter at all and spoke coldly.

"Lancelot is in Salisbury, Gawain's troops are also nearby, plus Aurora, who is the lord, and Woodworth near Tintagel, the four of you are gathering together. Gone somewhere."

"In that case, I will give this order to all four of you." The Queen spoke to Gawain, Woodworth, and Aurora, and said, "Bring back the boy who is suspected of being the son of the prophecy and bring him to me. "

"Remember, I want to live."

"do you understand?"

The three fairies named all bowed their heads in response to the queen's order.

"yes!"

…………

This is a luxurious room.

The room has a medieval Nordic style layout. It seems to be a young girl's boudoir, because there are mirrors and glass cabinets with high heels. It is obvious at a glance that it does not meet the taste of boys. Only Probably a women's bedroom.

"Zheng!"

At a certain moment, in a corner of the bedroom, the space suddenly opened like a mirror, allowing a figure to appear from it.

This person was none other than Tristan, who was in the throne room just now.

"Really, it's so boring." Tristan returned to his room, sat on the bed, and said very dissatisfied: "Obviously in front of Mother, but in the end there was no chance to talk to Mother, this is nothing what the hell."

Tristan complained, holding out his little hand.

With just a slight wave of that little hand, a vase on the bedside table beside him flew out, smashed against the wall, and shattered to pieces.

"It's boring, it's really boring."

"If I can't talk to my mother, then why should I go to that boring meeting?"

"Whether it's those clan leaders or those ambassadors and officials, they are all annoying guys. I didn't go to the meeting just to meet those guys."

"Ah, mother, why don't you kill all those annoying guys and let them fall to the ground bleeding and wailing to death?"

"Obviously, as long as you have me, it's enough!"

Tristan complained like this one sentence after another. Every time he complained, his hand would move, causing a piece of furniture next to him to fly out and smash to pieces in the corner of the room.

The only things that could escape Tristan's hands were the glass cabinets containing the high heels. Tristan would avoid these glass cabinets every time he waved his hand, obviously deliberately.

After venting like this for a while, Tristan finally calmed down a little.

After calming down, Tristan frowned nicely.

"Mother seems to be very concerned about the appearance of the prophecy child. What's going on?"

As the adopted daughter of the Queen, Tristan discovered something unusual about his mother.

"Is it because of that prophecy?" Tristan muttered to himself, "Does Mother really believe in that kind of thing? Are they just dirty words left behind by the Mirror Clan's garbage before it was burned up?"

When these words rang out from Tristan's mouth, a voice suddenly rang out and reached her ears.

"What dirty words?"

Hearing this voice, Tristan came back to his senses.

"Is it Beryl?"

Tristan came to a mirror and smiled at the person in the mirror.

It was a completely different expression from the smile he showed in front of others.

Although Tristan always smiled in front of others, his smile was mean and cruel, and it had a bloody sense of wanting to cut off other people's limbs.

But in front of this person, the smile Tristan showed was the kind of smile that was sincerely happy and joyful, as if he were seeing his sweetheart.

"So you're listening to me? Red Beryl!"

Red Beryl, this is Tristan’s nickname and pet name for this person.

"I just arrived too, Miss Spinel."

The man Tristan called Beryl at the beginning was smiling in the mirror.

If you look closely, you will see that it is a man wearing bartender-like clothing, with a slicked back hair, thin and tall figure, and he looks like a sportsman from the underworld.

The man seemed to be talking to Tristan remotely through some kind of magic or magic props. When he saw Tristan smiling happily at him, he also showed a cheerful expression.

"It seems that today's meeting in Camelot still failed to satisfy you, Miss."

The handsome man named Beryl Gart laughed like this.

"Don't mention it." Tristan became dissatisfied again and said with bulging cheeks: "Mother didn't look at me at all, and she didn't even talk to me."

"That's really a pity." Beryl comforted: "But it's okay, Miss Spinel, His Majesty Morgan must have deliberately ignored you because he couldn't express his concern for you frankly in public. It’s not that I don’t care about you.”

"Really?" Tristan's eyes lit up and he asked, "Is this really why Mother didn't talk to me?"

"Of course." Beryl said with certainty: "After all, she is the Queen of Britain. If she shows her personal side on such an occasion, she will definitely be impeached by those goblins. We have to think about your mother's position. ”

"Mother will not be impeached." Tristan retorted: "Those trash goblins are scared to death of Mother. How can they have the guts to impeach Mother?"

"That's true." Beryl nodded with deep understanding, but said: "But even so, she still has to maintain the majesty of the queen, so you should be considerate of her."

"...Well, that's true." Tristan said reluctantly, "Okay, I'll find a chance to spend time alone with Mother in private next time."

"That's right." Beryl looked like a coward and then changed his tone and said, "I heard that the one from the Fang Clan found the Son of Prophecy? Is this true?"

"What?" Tristan was slightly startled and asked in confusion: "Are you also concerned about the child of prophecy? Red Beryl?"

"That's right." Beryl shrugged, and Mo Ke said nonchalantly: "Rather than caring about the son of the prophecy, it is better to say that he cares about the magician from a foreign country."

Beryl's words reminded Tristan of one of the lines in the Mirror Clan's prophecy.

""The rod of choice guides him, the foreign travelers watch over him, the son of redemption reaches the throne of the throne." "

This so-called "foreign traveler" is the foreign magician Beryl calls.

It is said that the child of the prophecy will be accompanied by a magician from a foreign country to help him or her ascend to the Amyrlin Throne.

Bailey was extremely concerned about this matter. For this reason, he once warned the queen in front of the queen, saying that foreign magicians were intruders from the outside world and enemies of this fairy country, Britain, and they must be vigilant.

Tristan was a little unimpressed.

"I think you and Mother are too nervous. There is no need to be like this." Tristan muttered: "What kind of son of prophecy? How could such an inexplicable guy be able to defeat Mother?"

"You too, Red Beryl, why do you care so much about that foreign magician?"

"Anyway, that kind of inexplicable guy is definitely no match for you, right?"

Regarding Tristan's remarks, Beryl smiled meaningfully.

"Maybe." He did not deny it, but said: "Actually, I have no interest in those foreign magicians."

As he spoke, Beryl lowered his head.

"I'm interested in the guy next to him."

Tristan didn't hear this sentence clearly.

She only heard one other sentence clearly.

"Please help me pay attention to the child of prophecy, Miss Spinel." Beryl said with a smile: "I have something to do, okay?"

Tristan puffed up his cheeks, but finally nodded in agreement.

Just like that, various storms began to rage.

The chaos in the fairy country of Britain has begun.