Summoner of Miracles

“Would you like to visit the ceremony? ”

In the royal hall of sight, the knights gathered again and heard this from Luo Jin, who suddenly came in, all silenced.

Gao Wen looked at Luo Zhen and his eyes flashed.

Ag spelling frowned and looked at it coldly.

Tristan had nothing but his own violin, nothing to do with his appearance.

Even Mordred raised his eyebrows and his gaze at Roseanne became intriguing.

As for the Lion King, he was already sitting on the throne, standing high and looking at Luo Zhen, listening to his intentions, his face was always waveless.

All the round tables focused their eyes on Luo Jin, and they didn't know what to think. For a while, they didn't say anything.

In this atmosphere, Matthew held Luo Jin's hand tightly, as if he wanted to gain a little courage from his predecessors, and as if he wanted to give Luo Jin courage.

Luo Zhenzhen didn't feel anything, so he nodded himself.

“Yes, I would like to visit the ceremony.” Lao Zhenzhen said in the presence of the gods: “I'm curious about the ritual of the Holy Sepulchre, let me take a tour, should there be no problem? ”

As soon as this was said, it was refuted.

“Sacred Battle is an important ceremony for the selection of the inhabitants of the Holy City, and you are desecrating its significance because of your little curiosity. ”

Ag's extremely cold voice negated Ro's genuine statement.

But Luo Zhen glanced at him.

“I am not desecrating its meaning, and naturally someone can understand it.” Rojington said with a smile. “None of your kings have said anything yet. You are an assistant officer. That's a lot of talk. ”

“......!” Ag specs stagnated, then anger appeared in his eyes.

But Ro really didn't want to change his attitude.

“No wonder the legend is just a piece of ash that was punched to death by a lake knight. As a round table and auxiliary officer, you play a lot, right?” Ro Zhenzhan said: “Unfortunately, I am not a round table, and I am not a resident of the Holy City. Don't use your set against me, or I won't mind a scene. ”

Ro's attitude got harder.

No, it's supposed to be, that's what Rojin was.

Earlier, in order to discover the true intentions of the Lion King, and to gather intelligence and spy on the secrets of Santo, Rojin did not sing the opposite, but that does not mean that Rojin has no temper.

Regardless of whether the Ag script is to preserve the King's prestige or to act prudently for the operation of the Holy City, can you ride four times to speak in front of Roseanne? Do you really think Roseanne is a bully?

“You little...”

Agusta also seems to have noticed that Luo Zhen disdains himself and wants to wreak havoc at the moment.

But before that, Altoria spoke.

“Stand down, sir. ”

Altoria did not mind Roger speaking in any way, let alone making an opening statement for Ag specifications, but said so in an indifferent voice.

“But, King...”

What else did Ag want to say, but it was interrupted.

“Don't make me say it again.” Artoria said coldly: “This person is a guest I approve of. Sir's attitude has crossed the border. If you don't want to embarrass me, just leave. ”

Apparently, Artoria is not unaware of the behavior of Ag specs, even though Ag specs send people to monitor Luo Jin's behavior, Artoria does.

And Ro is a guest that Artoria herself invited, and whatever else, in that capacity alone, Ag's specifications are so offensive to the King's guests, it's a crossing of boundaries.

If Altoria is not here, then Ag specifications are arguably arbitrary.

However, since the king is already here, the Ag specs persist in this attitude, which is to question Altoria's approval. As king, it is impossible for Altoria not to stop the Ag specs in public and private.

Ag also reacted suddenly, silently, lowered his head and stopped talking.

The rest of the round tables have been watching with cold eyes all the time, with no one involved.

Altoria, that's when she looked back at Rosen.

“Want to see the ritual of Saint Battle?” Altoria said faceless: “In that case, come with me. ”

The voice dropped, this time, it's Gao Wen's turn to make a sound.

“Is that okay? King.”

Gao Wen didn't say much, just asked in silence.

“No problem.” Altoria said softly: "I take this opportunity to prove that we are enemies or friends. ”

After that, Altoria stood up.

“The ritual of the Holy Sept was the ritual that Gao Wenqing was responsible for, this time because of the special circumstances, if the Chiefs want to come together, come together. ”

It was said that the round tables raised their heads.

In the past, the rituals of Saint Bartholomew required the use of Artoria's power, but Gao Wen was responsible for their maintenance and management, and the rest of the round tables did not participate in the rituals.

And this time, the Holy Sepulchre will be different.

“In that case, let me accompany you and witness the moment of grief. ”

Tristan noodles don't change the sound.

“This is a great opportunity! Count me in! ”

Mordred grinned.

“Please allow me to accompany you below. ”

Ag specs also droop the curtain and make a request.

All the round tables agreed to accompany them.

“Then please follow me. ”

See, Gao Wen stopped saying anything, closed his eyes to say that, then turned around and left first.

All round tables immediately follow.

However, before leaving, they all looked at Luo Zhen and revealed their emotions.

The Ag spelling is like just taking this opportunity to take a good look at Ro's real reaction, and his eyes are sharp.

Mordred was just as happy as he expected.

Tristan's attitude was most intriguing, with a sense of regret that his friends were about to leave, but also with a faint smile from beginning to end when he was ready to let go.

Only Gao Wen stopped looking at Luo Zhen for some reason.

The round tables just left.

Rosen and Matthew looked at each other and followed with a swirl.

............

Santo, the front door.

At this moment, the sun is hanging high, illuminating the entire camp.

Because Gao Wen, who carries the blessings of the Night, has already appeared in front of the front door, welcoming the cheers of the refugees.

“It's Gao Wenqing! ”

“Gao Wenqing is out! ”

“The Holy Battle is finally about to begin! ”

“Wonderful! ”

The refugees are so happy.

And Luo Zhen's pedestrians stood on the walls and looked down.

The round tables are gorgeous.

Matthew was sober.

Luo Zhen swept around and his eyebrows suddenly wrinkled.