p1: The second half of this chapter is pure love and fog... Everyone brings their own dog eyes

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"Crazy faith, fanaticism, crazy worship..." Hannibal seemed a little puzzled, and Caesar pointed at the crowd below, "Hannibal, can you find anything else from this group of people besides mine?"

"It's true that there is no...but, does it have anything to do with what you are?" Hannibal asked in confusion.

"As you see... all this group of people wants to show their king is crazy worship, fanaticism and blind faith, believing that there is nothing in the world, believing that their king can do everything they want, and they only need to do the "believe in the king" and all the others will be solved..." Caesar's eyes showed deep disdain, "That is, the bright kingdom named Arthur's dynasty, the immortal glory of the Pandragon family, and the foundation of the founding of the Kingdom of Britannia are all based on the "everything right" of the girl king named Artoria..."

The anger was suppressed in the eyes of the Thunder King, and the barbarian snorted coldly: "And those subjects who claim to be eternal loyalty have only one thing to do, that is, to turn all the expectations for prosperity and peace into demands and press on a girl's shoulders. What's ridiculous is that the fool actually carried it all without hesitation... Do you really think you can support everything?"

"Are you feeling sorry for her?" Hannibal said lightly

"There is this aspect" Caesar nodded without any concealment, "However... I once again saw that the ugly and shallow people of human nature are always seeking faith emptyly, or pursuing faith fanatically. It is precisely because of this that the weak are always weak, they are always following the flow and can never change anything."

"Is the situation here different from the North?" Hannibal felt that Caesar was a little too much. "Isn't this the case for your country?"

"That's because you haven't experienced it..." Caesar fell into remembrance. "There were no soldiers who maintained order, no shouts from the crowd, only the shouts of mountains and seas and powerful waves. I could feel what my subjects wanted to convey to me, courage, belief, and glory. They knew that everyone was the make-up of the North, a powerful place. Their courage and love for their hometown were the immortal foundation of Arrit. Every handshake was firm and powerful. Every smile was confident and long-lasting. If you ask me the difference between the two, Hannibal, I can tell you that if I die, the North would still not stop looking down on the world. When Artoria died, the so-called Brittany would fall apart in a short time. This is the biggest difference between the two because these sick husbands of Brittany have no soul."

Hannibal was silent and said for a long time: "Although I am not a king, I want to admit that your reason is reasonable. Perhaps the Pope's choice to be inaction and separate from politics and politics was because of this reason. The holy land is behind the scenes and the last guardian of mankind, not the guide at the forefront. Otherwise, it will inevitably cause unnecessary dependence and even civilization will stop moving forward..."

"The strength of the country is the strength of everyone. It is neither the responsibility of the king alone, nor the credit of the king alone. The hero who turns everything around with one person does not exist. She... only knows unilateral dedication, which is really too much of the spirit of self-sacrifice." Caesar sighed. "Before coming to Brittania, I have thought about King Arthur's problem more than once. I heard of such a guy from c.c in my early years, and have pondered her kingly way more than once during this period, but I must admit that the situation is worse than I imagined..."

"Will the Arthurian dynasty be in crisis without external intervention?" Although Hannibal used a questioning tone, he had already figured out the causes and consequences of the matter. He was also a stunning existence. Of course, these things can be thought through clearly - once people who worship King Arthur as an omnipotent king realize that King Arthur is not perfect. Once King Arthur's administrative decision damages their interests, dissatisfaction will gradually accumulate, and his relationship with the king becomes increasingly alienated. In the end, a little betrayal caused by Mars will cause a tsunami-like thunderous fall...

"Surely so Caesar whispered: "Unless she... can always be correct, over time, any mistake can lead to the collapse of people's faith, allowing her to slowly betrayal, the country is divided, and die of namelessness... Because she is alone in supporting this country from beginning to end, and a person's power is limited after all...Bulkeso did not do that, nor did she, King Arthur... can't do it."

"...That's true, there's nothing we can do about it. Although the continent should try to maintain stability before the lunar eclipse, what is necessary should be done should be natural. If the situation is really like you..." Hannibal whispered, "Then the glory of the Pandoragorn family is destined to end in Artoria's hands."

"Then let it end. A country that flourishes because of a king and declines because of a king will not be a pity even if it is destroyed a thousand times," Caesar snorted, "...Many people have treated me, hoping that I can change Artoria, but the only way to free her from this cage is to completely smash everything she believes and protects. Hannibal, I ask you, can you change her in this way?"

"No, this will only kill her..." Hannibal smiled bitterly, "Can a guardian who has lost the things he wants to protect still be considered alive? If Brittania is to be destroyed in the future, then King Arthur will completely die at the moment when his kingdom is destroyed."

"If you persevere, people's hearts will change one day, but life is only once. I will save her, and then slowly change her. This is the only way... Let's go, I can't stand it anymore." Caesar tapped the griffin gently, and the flying beast let out a long sound. The Thunder King glanced at the fanatic people for the last time and said indifferently, "Stupid, weak, blindly obedient, cowardly, brainless, and ignorant, but this is the person we want to save in the future."

Hannibal sighed softly, nothing to say

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"The priest of the confidential department of the Sacramentary Department, the consul's attendant Knight, and the sixth-level light knight Hideyoshi Kishita, come to report." When the cute figure beat his chest with a pretty face, Hannibal's expression was as delicate as being trampled by eighty Charles war horses. Caesar coughed dryly, and showed his ID in the palace to the guards of the palace expressionlessly. He ignored Hannibal's crazy look of help, and whistled and stepped into the first palace gate of the palace. After turning to the right into the dead corner of his sight, Caesar's serious expression was immediately filled with the burning gossip domineering aura. The king walked dozens of steps to the right, reached out to poke a hole in the heavy city wall, and the gorgeous peeping hole was built immediately.

From this hole, you can see the figure of Hideyoshi and Hannibal. The Saint's ears are fully activated, and the movements of this area are completely brought to the bottom of his ears. Caesar smiled proudly, his heart is not good

"Shu... Hideyoshi, why are you here? Haven't you gone home?" Hannibal stuttered.

"First, I am entrusted by my colleagues in the Pope Hall to convey gifts and longings in the New Year, and second, I am not by your highness, and I am always a little uneasy in my heart, which makes you laugh." Hideyoshi smiled shyly - it was obvious that Hannibal shivered loudly.

Hideyoshi's cheeks were red and I don't know if it was because of the cold weather or something else. In short, he seemed to remember something and took things out of his own space in a hurry: "Everyone cannot leave his post without his post or reunite with his family, so he cannot come to spend the New Year with His Highness, so please send me a gift. His Highness Kuroki Kanya's collection of Billy's poems, your crystal sculpture sent by Mr. Orimama, the banana stick made by Mr. Kira himself, and this is a gift from Mr. Sa, Mr. Tsai's here, Senior Sakurai's high-precision telescope..."

Hannibal smiled bitterly as he watched the more and more gifts in the arms of the show guitar that was scattering things out. They were all sent by the close subordinates of the Pope Hall. Although his beloved subordinates could not spend this New Year with him, they conveyed warm hearts with their heartfelt gifts...

"Huh..." Hideyoshi suddenly looked like a "terrible" expression and hugged her head, "...No, I'm so happy to see Your Highness. These things should have been taken out tonight when I bid farewell to the old days..."

Hannibal opened his mouth and smiled bitterly: "It's all the same, I'm very happy, they have the heart... But Hideyoshi is sorry, I thought you wouldn't come, and the gifts prepared for you have been sent to your house long ago."

"No, no..." Hideyoshi shook her head vigorously, "Being able to celebrate the New Year with Your Highness is the best gift. In fact, everyone envies such an honor, but they still gave me the precious opportunity..."

The Knight of Light's eyes swept over the gift in Hannibal's arms: "Everyone is a very powerful senior, much better than me. I used to think I was a genius and I was full of confidence in following His Highness's future. However, when I arrived at the Pope Hall, where geniuses gathered, I realized that my little achievements in the past were not worth mentioning at all..."

"Hyuki, you..." Hannibal hesitated.

Kinishi Hideyoshi shook his head: "Your Highness, I cannot control complex and powerful magic weapons and magic weapons like Senior Omama and Senior Kira to smooth out all obstacles for you, nor can I respond to your orders like Senior Sa, I cannot follow you as the first intelligence officer of the Pope Hall as Senior Kuroki, nor can I become your most powerful scout like Senior Sakurai, the unparalleled sword technique of the talented ancestor, and the invincible fighting skills of Mr. Rito, I don't have these... I was so arrogant and wanted to follow you, but I could still be proud of you..."

"But even like this, I want to get your recognition and qualify as you. We are all people who admire you and are willing to be driven by you and become the sword in your hand. Even if I am still far away, you have passed... The most important thing for a strong man is his perseverance..." Hideyoshi slowly lowered his head, "...You are our master, we are your followers, we are willing to use it for you and become your retainers, your subordinates. This is something we have long recognized. I just want to prove to you that even if a person like me, as long as he has put in sweat and hard work..."

"Hideyoshi... No, the priest of the Secretariat Department of the Sacramentary Department, the consul's attendant Knight, the sixth-level light knight, Kinoshita Hideyoshi, raise your head." Hannibal's voice slowly rang, heavy without a trace of fluctuation, Hideyoshi's body trembled slightly, slowly raised his head - his pretty face was red and tears rolled in the corners of his eyes, and it never stayed.

Hannibal hugged the gift in his arms with his right hand, slowly raised his left hand and placed it on Hideyoshi's head

He smiled faintly: "I have passed... You are my favorite subordinates. You will fight with me in the future, even hundreds or thousands of years. I have never doubted that you will become a great existence in the future. Your names will be recorded in the Holy Ray Ceremony and engraved on the Angels' Gate... Because you are my Hannibal's partners."

"So, you should be proud of this identity, because you are destined to support me to ascend the Pope's throne, billions of believers in the twelve countries of the Light - you must believe that you do not doubt your ability, believe that you have such power... You must know that I will always be by your side." Hannibal rubbed Hideyoshi's head, "—Hideyoshi, my guardian knight, I once again ask you if you are willing to be my sword and my shield for me?"

Hideyoshi's body was trembling slightly, and tears that had been enduring for a long time finally gushed out. His voice trembled, but it was unparalleled firmness: "...Yes, I am willing to be humble, upright, compassion, bravery, justice, sacrifice, honor, the soul of the Paladin will not retreat when fighting, do not avoid the enemy, forget life when fighting, and never surrender to the future until death, I am willing to be your subordinate, follow your dreams for you, and end for you..."

"Then, the oath is fulfilled." There is no half-kneel solemn oath, no glory of the Holy Cross, no noble witnesses, no solemn sword rituals, only under the winter, before the palace, the knight who held back tears, the consul who stood with a smile, the exchange of all vows, only formed an unbreakable agreement in the gentle patted shoulder, "In this way, don't be worthy in the future, you must be proud of your duties and fight for it."

"Well... by the way," Hideyoshi smiled embarrassedly, and took out a set of white knitted items from his personal space with great importance. "My gift hasn't been given to you yet... Although I am still very weak now and cannot become an important force in your hands, at least I can do something for you now..."

A white scarf, exquisite and beautiful, as if every stitch and thread were integrated into the weaver's wholeheartedness. Hideyoshi smiled shyly: "This is the best piece of knitting. Even if you don't like it, please don't throw it away..."

Looking at Hannibal holding a gift in his hands, Hideyoshi unfolded his scarf and approached Hannibal, and helped Hannibal carefully and carefully. Even the slight wrinkles of his collar were carefully smoothed out. Their bodies were very close in an instant. Hannibal's body stiffened slightly. Before he could react to what had happened, Hideyoshi's delicate body was already close, and even his breath could be clearly seen - as soon as he saw it, Hideyoshi's face was serious and serious, and even his eyes were so cute that it made people dare not look at him.

"...Huh, it's okay..." Hideyoshi took a few steps back and looked at Hannibal seriously, then he breathed a sigh of relief, "I didn't expect it to be very suitable. I'm afraid that this scarf can make your dress look inappropriate."

"Uh... very, very suitable, thank you, Hideyoshi." Hannibal woke up from a dream, and his voice stuttered a lot.

...Caesar, who was peeping behind the city wall, grew up his mouth and shivered with a chill: "Illusion and illusion... Why does it give me a very sweet feeling? I am not interested in men..."

The Thunder King closed his eyes and hit the city wall. With a bang, a sunken sank was smashed on the blue stone wall. The king muttered: "Yakumo Purple Yakumo Blue Horizon Ju Hatsuki Night Black Cat Misaka Mikoto Lucy Elusa Wendy Ari... I love big breasts I love d cups I am a breast demon I am not a gay man I am not a gay man..."

"Huh..." After strengthening his own force field, Caesar let out a long sigh, "...It's so terrible, so terrible, what's going on in this kind of scene? Hannibal... You are such a natural gay guy..."

... Obviously, this strange development gave Caesar a strong impact. The Thunder King felt for the first time that the friendship and feelings between men could be distorted to this point. From beginning to end, Hannibal and Hideyoshi did not have any taboo keywords, but the atmosphere that enveloped them was already terrifying and trembling.

...So that's it. It seems that I'm looking at you, Hannibal

It is obvious that Hannibal's original love luck must have broken through the sky level, so that there is still a surplus after turning the love luck into a golden rate and lucky value, and he also pushed this guy's homosexual luck to the top...

Caesar looked at Hannibal and Hideyoshi who were standing impatiently and smiled secretly - the consul of the Light at this moment must be full of entanglement and depression. Whether to carry it on is really a very serious question...

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