Chapter 132 God Prisoner

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A steed galloped towards the north of France at a speed that was outrageous. It must have been at least 300 kilometers per hour, and the coffin boards of Mr. Newton could hardly hold it down.

On the back of the horse sat a knight in black armor with a sword around his waist, and a teenage boy was tied to the horse's buttocks.

Under the jolt of the horse, the boy almost vomited blood.

Suddenly, the knight on horseback reined in the reins, and the tall black horse came to a stop.

"Don't pretend to be dead! Get off!" The knight jumped off his horse and shouted at the boy who was still on the horse.

"Your uncle~ You untie the restraints for me first! My hands and feet are bound, I'll get off with my butt!"

"It's not impossible."

As he spoke, the dark horse shook, and he threw the young man off, just landing on his buttocks~

"Oh! Can we not make fun of our ass~" The boy struggled to stand up, but his hands and feet were still bound: "If you don't untie you, let me jump and walk!"

Black Armored Knight: "Noisy! No matter how you catch up, just follow! If you fall behind, I will kill you!"

The boy had no choice but to jump step by step, following behind the black armored knight like a zombie.

Not long after, the two came to a country tavern. The tavern was very dilapidated, without a sign, only a hammer and a barrel were carved on the door on one side.

The black-armored knight strode into the tavern, casually took off the hideous helmet on his head, and revealed his true face.

Her jet-black hair was draped around her waist, her ice-blue eyes were full of passion, and her pale skin shone like diamonds under the sunlight.

"Fuck! Are you a woman?"

"When did I tell you that I'm not a woman?" The woman's voice sounded, although the voice was gentle, but it had a neutral magnetism: "Guragas, have a drink!"

"Rum? Vodka? Whiskey?" A rough voice came from the tavern bar, and a chunky beard asked, smoking a cigar.

The woman looked at it: "Whiskey, let's have two glasses, and our children will also have one!"

"You are abetting minors to drink alcohol!"

At this time, Gragas also poked his head out to look at the boy whose hands and feet were bound: "Roland,

Is this the kid you're looking for? It doesn't look like anything special! Still a good baby~"

Roland Virgil looked at the boy: "Don't be fooled by his appearance, this little guy is not a good person."

"That's right, the demon kings of the Foley family all look harmless to humans and animals. I opened a shop in Hogsmeade twenty years ago, and I met that girl from the Foley family. She ordered Black Lake. My The Lake View Tavern was burned to ashes in an instant, and most of my beard was burned..." Gragas curled his lips, as if he didn't want to recall that sad memory.

Roland Virgil: "If it's just like this, this child's record is more glorious than his mother. A few months ago, nearly ten thousand dementors besieged Hogwarts because this kid killed a soul mother, and this kid escaped." At that time, more than half of the Forbidden Forest was burned. If the headmaster of their school hadn't arrived in time, Hogwarts' Forbidden Forest would have been burnt down..."

Qin Weijie snorted in dissatisfaction: "I won't take the blame for it. The burning of the woods was done by Tom, and it has something to do with me!"

Roland gave Qin Weijie a blank look: "A week ago, this kid also destroyed the trump card of the French Ministry of Magic 'Forbidden Domain', and by the way killed a priest of the Eye of Danatus, and the priest who died directly should be There are already three."

Gragas laughed loudly: "Haha! Yes, it is definitely the blood of the Foley family! This kind of bastard's work is really better than blue! The two glasses of whiskey you want, I still have to talk to you Yours."

Gragas handed over two glasses of wine. Qin Weijie thought it was just a small glass, but he didn't expect Gragas to make a hero's cup directly. There are at least two liters of wine in this glass! This is to drink according to death! Nima, don’t you need money to make wine?

Roland pulled out a dagger from his waist, Qin Weijie didn't even see where the dagger was placed, as if it appeared out of nowhere, Roland casually untied the ropes on Qin Weijie's hands and feet, and then pointed to the wine glass on the bar: "Drink it, there's more if it's not enough!"

Qin Weijie was dumbfounded. He sat cowardly on the stool next to Roland, staring at the wine glass in a daze, 'I should go for gastric lavage after this glass~'

Just as Qin Weijie was thinking, Roland on the side picked up a glass of wine and drank it. After a few gurgles, the glass was finished. This is a two-liter glass!

"Ha~ It's comfortable! I've been locked up in King Arthur's palace for four years, and I finally got out to perform tasks! I can finally relax and drink!"

Qin Weijie broke out in cold sweat: "Sister! You see, I have already joined the Knights of the Round Table, and I have become the captain of the thirteenth team of the Twelve Knights. If you arrest me, you won't find a drinking buddy. You can't drink, you're fine. Just let me go, I still have something to do, let's go first..."

Roland put down his wine glass, and the glass was automatically refilled again: "I know what you are thinking, kid, don't think about running away or quitting the Knights, anyway, you have been marked as the Twelfth Knight since the moment you swore to join the Knights The mark of the regiment, if you want to quit unless you die... want to leave? Do you think you can leave in my hands? Go back and sit down!"

"Okay, big sister! Hey, I'm just kidding~" Qin Weijie sat back strangely.

Roland smiled: "From today onwards, I will be your mentor, I am Roland Virgil, the head of the twelfth knight order of the Knights of the Round Table... I am different from those idiots in other knight orders. In the first class, I I will teach you the creed of the knights, honor, etc., I will only tell you the creed of our knights, there is only one, and that is 'Whoever stands in my way dies'!"

Qin Weijie chuckled: "Hehe~ You're awesome! How old are you and you're still in middle school!"

Roland kicked Qin Weijie a few meters away and slammed into the wall: "Strange, listen to me, if you dare to intervene again, I will cut you off!"

The lunatic slashes people at every turn, Qin Weijie is stupid, but Naihe can't beat him, so he can only sit down obediently.

Roland continued: "Let me introduce the Knights of the Round Table to you first, and after I finish the introduction, you will know the special features of our Twelfth Knights.

The Knights of the Round Table originated in the period of King Arthur in the third century AD. I will not repeat the legend of King Arthur. That is not the point. The point is the meaning of our existence.

We are a group of people who face the 'taboo' directly. Our existence has two meanings. The first is to seal or even destroy the 'old gods' corrupted by the 'old taboo'. The 'old taboo' is what you generally call the 'old gods' ', the second meaning of our existence is to maintain the seal of the 'old taboo' in this space, and people like us are called 'God Prisoners'.

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