ps1:... It seems that someone has questions about the leader of the Dark Fairy? Well, you may not know his name, but you should have seen him. In the ghost video on B station, there is a mysterious man wearing a perverted restraint belt and a spiked collar saying "fu♂ckyou" in a disdainful posture. In Rimuli's setting, he is indeed the opponent of King Billy's life.

ps2: I actually do this kind of popular science seriously...beat the ground...beat the ground...beat the ground...

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The horn of the welcome came from the Twilight of Xinri, and the whisper of the wind echoed throughout the fairy forest.

Since it is a welcome ceremony and a celebration banquet, the shorts that can be worn to the greatest extent can be worn. During this period, Billy Herrington left for guilt and appeared again, he was already a mysterious and simple robe.

...Although the gray robe suspected to be used by the caster and the white robe inside could not stop the bursting muscles of King Billy, this strange outfit is said to have become their generation history.

During this period of time, all the forest fairies had completed the assembly. On the square of the Thinkers for the banquet, there were a few forest fairies standing in groups of three or three, without a trace of noise or a little communication.

The geeks all changed into solemn outfits—short shirts and robes, and long boots. The geeks were like windbreakers, used to listen to the whispers in the wind. A short mushroom-shaped stick hung around their waists, which was said to be their weapon. Their eyes were solemn and quiet, with sparks of wisdom occasionally flashing, and countless thoughts collided in the air, producing whispers of thoughts and focused thoughts. The heavy feeling of this thought gave Caesar an illusion of entering the Academy of Nature or the dome of the sky. The geeks of the Forest are not spellcasters, at least some of them are not, but they still understand the power of philosophy from their thinking and apply it in all aspects—whether it is life or battle.

The Forest Fairies adopted a peaceful and absolute stratification - apprentices, warriors and masters. The basis for stratification is not bloodline or identity, but rather examines the witches' understanding and attainment of philosophy. The highest administrative body is called the Supreme Council, which is composed of eleven members led by the King of Fairies. The MPs were selected from the masters of philosophy, and they were all powerful beings that integrate philosophy and power. Unfortunately, King Billy recommended only six members to Caesar.

"The remaining members of the parliament were taken away by Dukham, and some of them were still there." Billy Herrington said bluntly. "It made His Majesty laugh. The descendants of the people of philosophy will part ways due to differences in philosophy. This is my negligence."

As soon as the words were finished, the fairies showed more or less embarrassed expressions on their faces. The crack inward part was not a glorious thing, let alone confessing to outsiders - but when they remembered that Caesar seemed to have come for this, they gradually calmed down, but to be honest, they still had doubts about whether Caesar could change all this.

No...it's simply impossible. How could an outsider resolve the dispute between two ideas originating from philosophy?

Caesar smiled slightly: "I don't think this is an embarrassing thing. Now, the pillar of death, one of the seven poles of human beings, is a knowledge fortress standing in the Forgotten Land. More than ten thousand years ago, it was separated from the ancient mage alliance. The mainstream spellcasters at that time rejected these messengers who manipulated death, believing that this was a trick to blaspheme life. However, the necromancers have been recognized by everyone with their forbearance and practical actions. Now, even the druids who uphold the way of nature and the paladins of the way of light can openly admit that those necromancers who walk at the poles of life and death are true guardians of life and death."

"This is just an example, Your Majesty the Heavenly King." Someone interrupted, "This is a different situation after all. The death and reincarnation pursued by the necromancer are the ultimate truths of the world, even if they are misinterpreted. After all, the truth will be revealed, but the dark elves..."

"Mr. King Billy mentioned you to me, saying that you are his comrade-in-arms and good opponents." Caesar nodded to the geek with a strong face. "However, you cannot deny that as the saying goes, the same path of power leads to the final truth, so why can the so-called philosophical path besides the path? Or, the dark elves have deviated from their beliefs, their hearts have been blinded, and their souls are filled with a breath of chaos?"

"This... is not. They just became more irritable than before, but never stopped thinking. The light of philosophy still shines on them, but the color is even more terrifying than before." The elves of the forest encouraged debate and advocated integrity, so the powerful warrior just hesitated for a moment and still admitted the truth calmly, "But..."

"So that's the key to the matter." Caesar thought for a moment, then smiled, "As far as I know, the dispute between the two sides is limited to debate and small-scale friction, and has not developed into large-scale battles."

"This is the case, His Majesty the Heavenly King, but the situation is not optimistic." This time, the spoken was Beorlandi. This forest fairy is known for her handsome appearance and gorgeous combat skills in the entire fairy forest. In addition, he also mastered a terrible transformation skill, and was also among the eleven members of the parliament. He has a high reputation among the people. "The philosophical ways of the dark fairy are wild and unrestrained, full of irritability and irritability. Even the ancient wrestling activities have evolved into fierce confrontation. They brought this violent style of conduct into debates with us - this usually leads to more intense quarrels and then to the result of a forceful settlement. Although the forest fairy is interested in peace, they are not afraid of any kind of war!"

"..." Caesar could understand and imagine the scene at that time. This was actually just like the Saint Seiya and Paladin. The barbarians were dirty and cursed every word, and sometimes greeted others' relatives around the bush. The paladins were very well-educated and spoke well, and advised people to be kind, and had a very good temper. However, there was still a proverb circulating on the mainland - the Paladin was also three-pointed, which was about the situation at this time. If the barbarians scolded him, the paladin would fight back unbearably, or the barbarians would become furious as they cursed themselves, and the paladin would fight back without hesitation... and then it would turn into a terrible fight, with the holy hammer and the dragon spear flying together, the battle cry and the halo, I beat you up.

——So, people who reason are not necessarily soft persimmons. When they feel that they can no longer reason, they may be more flexible than anyone else in the way of drawing a knife to cut people. This is somewhat similar and different from the barbarians. When a barbarians take the reason, they use verbal cannons to reason. When they don’t take the reason, they use boxing cannons to reason. To put it bluntly, they will beat them to death without losing. In comparison, they have cheated their fathers a lot.

"I think. I seem to find out the key to solving the problem." Caesar nodded and smiled at Beorandi.

"Oh, I hope to hear it for details..." Beorandi was slightly stunned, but his question had been interrupted by Billy Herrington: "So far, it was a feast for welcome guests, and we should not be caught in such a debate. At least now, we should enjoy the upcoming feast and greet guests from afar."

"What the king said." The elf of the Forest blushed slightly and lowered his head to Caesar, "That's true, I'm rude..."

So - Billy Helington made a gesture of invitation, and Caesar nodded and responded, walking side by side with Billy Helington. Countless eyes fell on the two of them. The thoughts that collided and converged in the air stagnated at the same time, and all thoughts and communication stopped, turning into scrutiny and observation. Everyone was paying attention to this outsider, wanting to determine whether he had the power to change.

In the square of Thinkers, the sculpture of the first great commander of the Forest stood in the center. He sat on a large rock, his right arm full of strength and beauty bent, and his elbow was pressed on his equally bent knee, supporting his forehead with his fist. He closed his eyes and thought, the overflowing wisdom and sense of history were heavier than the distant vision. The base of the sculpture was neatly engraved with famous sayings guiding generations of Forest Fairies, which were words that both Forest Fairies and Dark Fairies agreed with, and as the general outline to guide them forward - philosophy is power.

Caesar looked around here—the square was filled with pillars and reliefs of all sizes. The most famous one was the painting "Philosophy Guides Life". A naked man holding a sword in his left hand and holding a high flag in his hand with his right hand. Around him, several equally powerful and wise existences gathered. This was a commemoration of the time when the Fairy Forest was just established. Several fairy sages of that time made their existence bet on their bets and promised permanent neutrality and balance to the saints of humanity, which was the exchange for the stable continuation and peace of the Fairy Forest for thousands of years...

The witches of the Forest follow the steps of Billy Herrington and Caesar, passing through stone sculptures and passing through history. This is their pride. Every time Billy Herrington passes by a place, he will briefly introduce to Caesar to who has stopped and what a huge sculpture is to commemorate... The long road and the huge square seem to come alive at this moment. "Abe Takaya's Smile", "Sunakus", and "People's Palace"... These works that have a deep history, incorporate the spiritual will of the producer, and have been appreciated by countless descendants, all have the qualifications to become rare treasures. Now they are quietly lying in this other strange space, which is extremely suitable...

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He helped up the panicked young mother, Artoria patiently asked about the past. She could still recognize this childhood playmate, but the other party no longer remembered her. Now, the other party is already a mother of two children, and devoted her second half of her life to her husband and children, and was happy with it - but she seemed to have had a dream that lasted for more than ten years, and she seemed to have nothing except lament and laughter.

But now is not the time to think about these things. She calmed down and listened to the cry of her childhood friends. Her husband went to the mountains and had not come back for two days. The people went to find them, but found nothing. Her husband was also an acquaintance of Artoria when she was young, and a hunter family of inherited generations. Since childhood, the surrounding mountains were like his back garden, and there was no reason to get lost. So half of the possibility of disappearing was...

The young woman seemed to have this kind of awareness, but she still refused to accept this cruel fact easily. The last straw was the sudden appearance of the knight. At least the sheriff in the village was respectful to her. In private, she said that she was a great man who had seen the world and a great knight... So she almost knocked on the door here with the idea of ​​giving up everything. If she could get the help of the knight, she could give everything she could do - except her children.

"Buma, stop crying, I will bring Miller back." She wiped away the tears of her childhood playmate and said softly.

The young mother opened her eyes wide. She didn't know why the Knight knew her name, but she couldn't control so much. The other party's promise was like the key to open the gate of heaven. She simply disintegrated her soul in an instant - this wife, who had been sleepless for two days and even followed the search team of villagers to call her husband's name all over the mountains, as if all wishes had been finished. She finally fainted, with only one reason. Since the Knight had made a promise, she could rest assured. Even if she didn't know who the other party was, she just needed to know one fact that she was a Knight.

The Knight's promise is more than a thousand gold, and even if he gives his life, he will not break his promise and will not defile his promise.

This is the oath made by everyone on the continent from the most powerful paladin in the Pope Hall to every nameless knight for thousands of years. This is the oath that no one on the mainland trusts unconditionally. It belongs to the knights. Artoria hugged her faint childhood playmate. The other party's light and delicate body seemed to weigh more than a thousand pounds at this moment. She seemed to be vaguely aware of the reason she wanted to protect.

"Yes, no matter what... even if you break the sword in the stone, even if you understand that you are not the God-selected, you can't change the fact that I am a knight... It's also here. I promised the teacher first that I want to become a knight... a knight who is braver than anyone else..." Artoria walked out of the room with the poor woman in her arms, followed by the children with uneasy faces behind her.

More and more footsteps sounded, and villagers who were both anxious and expectant appeared in front of her.

The children were also watching her... Just like the stories she told, when someone was in danger, the people who stood up to protect the weak and supported justice must be brave knights. They did not fear sacrifice and vowed to save all those who needed to be saved. This was the greatest happiness and glory, and the reason to persevere to the end.

They all put their hopes on me... what they can't do. I have the ability to do it, which is the reason I must stand up and respond to the call of the weak. It is the duty of the strong and the meaning of this body of power.

How could they be disappointed... Artoria handed over her childhood playmate to the old man in charge, who was Miller's father, the number one hunter in the mountain village back then. Now this title has fallen on the son who made him proud. He has only pride and pride in this, but now, he must bear the fact that his beloved son may die, stand up and support this crumbling family again. This is his responsibility as a father - the responsibility of taking good care of his grandson on behalf of his son.

Even the ordinary people have their own responsibilities and face them bravely when the sad facts come. Artoria looked at the old man's ravine but still resolute face. Time dyed his hair white, but it did not wipe out his brave heart. She smiled slightly: "Uncle Tommy, Buma will be handed over to you, I'll bring Miller back."

"You...you are..." The old man took a deep breath. He seemed to have recognized the little girl from that year.

"Ah... a lot of things happened, I'll come back to see it. But it seems that this is indeed the guide of fate. As long as Miller has not suffered misfortune, I will definitely bring him back safely." Artoria smiled faintly. Standing in front of her acquaintance at that time, she felt the dignity of time and the irrationality of fate again and again, but now, she has more important things to do.

She helped many people along the way, but this time it was different. She began to face her heart, think about why she fought, and what belief she should live with - maybe this is an opportunity to change everything.

"That's good... I'll ask you everything, Lord Knight." The old man was slightly stunned, and then showed his first smile since his son disappeared. "We are ready to face everything. If possible, please do your best, but don't force yourself too much. Before fate, everyone is born equal. If this is a destiny, we will only face it calmly."

"—I understand, Uncle Tomi, I will definitely bring back the living Miller. Before that, please take good care of Buma and her children. She has been a strong girl since she was a child. I hope she can be happy." Artoria was stunned for a moment, then looked at Tomi deeply, "Of course, I hope you are the same."

"Of course." The old man looked at his daughter-in-law with a lot of distress and sighed softly. At the moment when Artoria and him were interspersed, he whispered in a voice that only two people could hear, "I wish Wu Yun prosperous - my king."

Artoria's figure was shocked. She looked back incredibly. The old man had already disappeared into the mountain road with his child in his arms. The other villagers were still staring at the knight with anticipation.

...I am no longer a king, but I am still a knight. (To be continued...)

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