Author: Crowtopia

The Round Table Hall, the harbor where the faded rest, the gathering place of heroes.

A huge solemn round table is placed in the center of the hall, with countless weapons of predecessors inserted into the round table, and chairs are neatly arranged around the round table.

When he first arrived, Wuming was quite interested.

A man bent over and leaning on a cane, with a helmet full of ear-shaped decorations, stepped forward to welcome him.

Sir Gideon Ofnir of Bai Zhi, the senior figure in the Round Table Hall and a well-known fader.

But Wuming is not familiar with him at all, he just thinks his ears are big.

"Oh, he is a newcomer. There have been no newcomers in the Round Table Hall for a long time. Very good. As a senior of the Round Table Hall, I welcome the younger generation to come here."

"Hello, just call me Wuming." Wuming stretched out his hand to shake.

Sir Bai Zhi did not extend his hand and continued:

"Senior, I would like to give you a suggestion first. Now you only have the means to enter and leave the Round Table Hall. In other words, you are just a passerby. You have not been recognized by Two Fingers. Keep this in mind and do not exceed the rules."

Wuming retracted his hand angrily, looking at Bai Zhi's attire, he felt a bit familiar.

"Relax here, it's very safe. Fighting is not allowed in the Round Table Hall." Baozhi left these words and stopped looking at Wuming.

Wuming shrugged, it seemed that not everyone was as friendly as Roger.

Roger entered the round table hall and went straight to a room. Wuming followed and found him sitting beside the bed of a woman in black robe, talking to her.

The woman in black robe saw Wuming coming and asked Roger:

"Is this the Faded One you brought back?"

"Yes." Roger said, "I think he is qualified to be here. He is very powerful."

Wuming wondered: "How do I remember that you saved me? How could you see that I am powerful?"

Roger smiled: "It is already very powerful to be able to fall from such a high place and still survive."

"Ha, you really know how to compliment people." Wuming covered his helmet, "Why don't you introduce me?"

The woman in black robe said:

"My name is Feiya, and I live in the Round Table Hall for some reason."

"My name is Wuming."

Wuming subconsciously stretched out his hand, but thinking of Sir Big Ears just now, he retracted his hand.

Feiya saw Wuming's little move and chuckled:

"Sir Hero, although it's a bit presumptuous, can you let me hold you tight?"

"Ah? Is this the etiquette at the border?" Wuming was surprised.

He looked at Roger, who also had a strange look on his face.

Feiya said:

"This is a sacred custom in my hometown, to get warmth and survival strength from heroes and to sleep with death."

Roger said: "Miss Fea will gain strength from heroes and soothe the pain of the weak."

"Have you ever been hugged by...?" Wuming asked cautiously.

Roger shook his head: "Unfortunately, I am neither a hero nor suffer. It's just that I agree with Miss Feiya's will and strive to pursue the same goal."

"What is the goal?" Wuming was curious.

Roger just remained silent:

"It's just a goal that seems silly to outsiders."

Feiya said calmly:

"I hope to resurrect the dead prince and give the dead the right to live in this world. Roger has nothing to be ashamed of."

Roger felt a little depressed:

"I'm sorry, Miss Feiya. It's just that last time I spoke my ideals freely, the cost was the loss of my best friend, and also caused you to be trapped here."

Wuming took out a pig leg and chewed it deliciously, waiting for the next story.

But the two of them stopped talking in a tacit understanding. Feiya looked at Wuming: "Unknown hero, will you let me hug you?"

Wuming was stunned for a moment, then quickly put down the pork leg and wiped the oil on his hands:

"Okay, as long as you don't mind it."

Feiya stretched out her arms to embrace Wuming, pressed her body against Wuming's armor, pressed her cheek to Wuming's chest, and remained silent.

After a moment, she let go of her arms and thanked Wuming.

Wuming has no special feelings:

"It's okay, I'll go shopping elsewhere."

He waved goodbye to Rogeria and left the room.

Roger watched Wuming leave the room. He still didn't understand why Feiya wanted to hug Wuming when she came up.

Wuming...is he really that powerful?

Roger tried to ask, but found that Feiya's expression was also strange.

She looked at her fingertips and traced them across her arms, as if recalling the feeling of the hug just now.

"Roger, he..." Feiya showed a confused expression.

"Very warm?" Roger asked.

Feiya nodded: "It's very warm, but he shouldn't be warm, let alone..."

Roger was confused, he couldn't understand what Feiya meant.

Feiya said: "I want to hug him, not because I want to gain the power of a hero, but because I want to comfort him. He has a very kind atmosphere."

"Friendly?" said Roger, "from your hometown?"

Feiya shook her head: "It's the smell of the tomb. He has the smell of rotten citrus, the aroma of purple flowers and lily of the valley, the coldness of death, and deep darkness. I even thought... there was a dead person under the armor.

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Roger suddenly realized: "So as a girl who sleeps in death, you want to sleep with him."

"But it's so strange." Feiya stroked her cheek, "He is very warm. He doesn't have the coldness of the dead."

Roger also frowned when he heard this:

"Warmth and death coexist..."

Feiya said: "What's even more strange is that he didn't get any favor from me."

Roger looked at Feiya's gentle arms and soft face: "Is this something a human can do? He must be a dead person."

Feiya said: "In any case, he is a noteworthy person. Next time he comes to the round table, I should have a good chat with him."

"It seems that it is not without gain." Roger's fingers were wrapped around the gem pendant hanging from his hat. The turquoise pyroxene shone with the luster of a heretic magician.

He stood up and said, "I'm going to look through the classics."

Feiya's description always felt familiar to him, as if he had seen those characteristics before.

As a heretic magician, Roger felt sincerely happy when he saw a brand new topic unfolding before his eyes.

After a while, Roger returned to Fiya's room, and the happiness had disappeared.

"What's wrong?" Feiya saw Roger's expression.

Roger smiled bitterly: "I'm afraid he won't come to the Round Table Hall again."

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Wuming left Feiya's room and wandered around the round table.

But as he walked around every corner of the Round Table Hall, his frown became deeper and deeper.

"Newcomer, how is this round table hall?" Sir Bai Zhi, who was standing by the round table, looked at Wu Ming wandering around and repeated, "But you have to remember that you have not yet been recognized by Two Fingers, you are just a passerby here.

"

Wuming heard the voice and looked at Sir Baizhi, the dissatisfaction in his eyes was clearly visible.

"Oh, aren't you happy that you are a passerby in the Round Table Hall?" Sir Bai Zhi laughed, "But it is also true. Have you seen the closed door? That is the core of the Round Table Hall, where the two fingers are.

.Only those with great runes will open it to him."

Wuming shook his head:

"You misunderstood. I am unhappy, but it is not because I am a passer-by. I know that I am a passer-by, but this place... is too unfriendly to passers-by."

"Are you someone who struggles more with attitude than with the truth?"

Sir Bai Zhi still maintained a calm attitude, and still mocked Wu Ming openly and secretly.
To be continued...