Trafford’s Trading Club

The clouds moved, and the dry, skinny man sitting on the ledge came down.

The chains on the shackles made a crisp banging sound... he was really thin and the chains on his hands and feet were as if they were going to exceed his weight.

“Alice...” known as Mordred, sounded as if his vocal cords had been burned.

“Haven't spoken in too long.” Miss Witch shook her head when she looked at it, "but I'm not Alice. I'm her daughter, Gillian. ”

“Daughter?” His face seemed a little confused, then silent, like he was remembering something.

Miss Witch is also frowning, as if talking to herself, as if to say to him, “Sixty years in prison, and the poison made by 100 magician's association secret pharmacists, has confused your mental memory... look at me, Mordred, you should remember who you are. ”

He stood still, more like a skeleton.

The castle has the power of a terrible demon… she cannot use any power here. That's why Pupkins promised her a visit - even though, before the visit, she even went through a very rigorous search to make sure she didn't have anything to hide.

But she brought something… The witch lifted up her skirt and put her hand in it - at a time when she had a sensitive color on her face when she was having a good time.

She sighed softly, her eyes were phosphorescent... her hands came back and a small glass bottle came out.

She grabbed the bottle and slowly pulled it out in front of Mordred, "It took me thirty years, and I was wanted by the Magician's Association for thirty years, to find the material to configure this all-purpose reading potion. ”

He was motionless and completely caught up in his own memories - seeing this, the witch had to pinch each other's chin and pour the liquid from the bottle into his mouth.

When the potion eventually went down her throat and into his body, the witch slowly retreated - in fact, even she was not quite sure that the potion would destroy the man's mysterious toxin.

Time passes... Mordred stands still. Gillian couldn't help but frown... failed?

As her heart sank, Mordred suddenly gave a painful look - he grabbed his neck hard, kneeling on his knees and making a painful dry vomit.

Black liquid, just like that, spit out of his mouth… accompanied by an unpleasant stench.

This dryness persists… Mordred spits out more black liquid than his body should even look.

It's been a long time - far beyond witch visits.

Finally, the black liquid inside Mordred seemed to have spit out… he grabbed his neck with both hands and knelt on the ground, keeping his head down.

“You... what's wrong with you, Mordred?” Jillian hesitated to ask.

He looked up, his eyes cleared up, and he stood up slowly, "I'm just trying to relax, it's just a few decades of memory... are you really Alice's daughter? ”

“I inherited the power of my mother and was a witch of the heart.” Gillian nodded, "Perhaps after I left the castle, I can prove to you… how do you feel that the antidote has completely cleared your body of toxins? ”

“Approximately half of it was cleared.” Mordred's silence halves, "but enough is enough. ”

“Only half? How could it be!” Jillian frowned and snorted coldly: “The goddamn pharmacist... he didn't do his best! ”

Maudelaide looked at his hands, “The toxins in my body were formulated by hundreds of high-ranking and more secretive pharmacists, and there was no shortage of secretive pharmacists. Though it is unclear what the secret pharmacist you are looking for is, it is only one thing to be able to do this level of genius... and, half, enough. ”

“Really?” Gillian surprised for a while, "Are you sure you're leaving this prison? To be honest, I'm a gambler this time, if I can't wake you up... I'm afraid I'll be locked up here forever. The best thing to do is to be handed over to the Magician's Association by a round table. ”

“I'll get out of here.” He was looking at the witch lady at the same time - she didn't see even a little bit of a nostalgic look in his eyes.

“But before you leave, you need to tell me… why you came to me and help me detoxify. ”

“Aksha Records.” The witch's eyes flashed with fanaticism, word for word: "Mordred, I need you... to help me get it. ”

“Changing history literature…” He closed his eyes and seemed to be thinking about something.

The witch lady couldn't help but be a little confused. If the man in front of her refused, then all her previous plans would probably...

“Okay, I promise.” He opened his eyes and nodded softly, "It's the reward you gave me for the antidote... but you think about it, you only have this wish, you use it, you don't have it. ”

Miss Witch smiled softly at this moment: "Whoever it is that can rescue you from this prison can ask you to do one thing… I don't think my request is a waste. Though it was used, it was a human condition of the most powerful knight known as the demigod. ”

“The demigod?” He glanced strangely at the witch lady and, with her puzzled eyes, said softly: “I'm not anymore... let's go, I'll come back after I've found the literature for you. Here's the book… I haven't finished it yet. ”

Also... come back?!

She was shocked, not knowing what he meant, but seeing Mordred had gone out the door by now, she had to keep up.

It's just that the shackles and chains on Mordred's hands and legs are still there... listening to the sound of the chain being dragged as he walks, the witch lady frowned.

It's called the demigod, the most vicious knight of all time, and it seems... mediocre.

……

“Mr. Lino, it's almost an hour! ”

They began to remind the man of Lino, who had done sword-making from an hour earlier… but he had no reaction, but remained closed to his eyes and cautioned most heavily.

The subordinates were somewhat uncomfortable… no one could ever get out of this prison.

For half a century, but all the sinners who have been imprisoned end up living, mad, suicidal - not only because of the terrible demonic powers inside… but also because there are stronger guards inside.

……

“Why did it stop so suddenly? The gate is a short distance away. ”

Miss Witch couldn't help but frown - she walked this way when she came, a little unexpected at the time, just feeling a little depressed - because many knight statues were placed on both sides of the road, left and right.

“Step back a little, you'll be in a bit of trouble from here.” Mordred suddenly said.

“Trouble?” The witch was stunned.

He said casually: "Among these statues are the souls of the knights who have sacrificed in the past, at least at the rank of the great knights, and not even the twelve knights of the ages… Of course, the words of the souls alone cannot be compared to their lifetimes. ”

“They… these?” The witch frowned, "just an ordinary statue. ”

“For you.” Mordred said softly, then took a step forward, "and they woke up only when I tried to walk through here. ”

As if to testify to his speech, the statues on the left and right sides of this corridor suddenly opened their eyes as he took another step.

A massive slaughter spreads from them… and then gathers to become a horrible slaughter, but for a moment, the witch's face turns pale, as if her soul had been pierced by countless swords.

It was just a leak of breath… Jillian looked at the statue ‘alive’ at this moment, walking off the pedestal and pulling out his weapon.

There's no way out! There is no way out!! Jillian's heart screamed wildly.

Mordred walked straight ahead, "Although I don't know what method you used to get them to let you go and give you a chance to visit. But don't think they're willing to give you a chance because you're smart, just because they have absolute confidence... even if you come in, you can't do anything. ”

All she has to do is laugh, these are the famous knights of history and… twelve round tables!

Suddenly, a knight statue with a golden sword slowly walked into front of Mordred, at least two heads taller than Mordred.

Mordred raised his head, “Kakin... do you want me to kill you again? ”

Cajun?

Jillian is very familiar with the history of the knight institution... She looks at the golden sword in the hand of the knight statue and wonders: “Kaijin... is he the golden knight of heaven who inherited the name [Gawaine] (Gao Wen), named after you a hundred years ago? ”

Mordred looked back at Gillian, but at this point, the knight statue in front of him also slowly raised the golden sword in his hand and fell without any hesitation.

“Careful!!” Watching this scene, she shouted in horror… but it was also a moment, when the golden sword fell, she glared at her eyes instantly.

The golden sword is absolutely sharp and, with the strength of the Golden Knight of Parts of Heaven, even the steel plate can be easily cut open… but the golden sword is so sharp that it fails to cut off Mordred's shoulder at this time.

But the great power of the sword, or let Mordred's legs sink directly into the floor... is his body harder than steel? The witch opened her mouth slightly.

“If it's dead, it's better to rest in peace…" Mordred said softly, "Why stay in this world… long ago? ”

The statue suddenly opened its mouth and made a roaring noise - it lifted its sword again and fell again.

Only this time, Mordred raised his hands and broke the chain of chains in his hands - Mordred's figure instantly disappeared… at least our witch lady couldn't see his movements.

In the blink of an eye, when she saw Mordred again, he had the golden sword in his right hand… and the arms of the Golden Knight of Heaven statue had disappeared.

“Rest in peace, I'm useless. ”

While he spoke softly, Mordred squatted down and put the golden sword behind him... he suddenly twisted his body and the golden sword split out from behind!

The demonic power in the castle seems to have completely ignored this man.

On the golden sword, a brilliant glow emerged, then the blade of the half moon swept... sweep!

At this moment, a statue was severed by this half-month of swordlight... that shocked Jillian's heart, instantly dissipating the emptiness, but in just a few seconds, there were only countless rubbles left in the corridor!

There was just a light shadow of a path, slowly rising out of the shattered statues, and then converging, circling, turning into a spiral of light, directly impinging on Mordred.

He laid down the golden sword on his hand, his left hand extended, his palm blocked in the light shadow spiral... the air currents triggered like a hurricane, the castle's demonic power still existed, the witch had to lean forward at this time, but her body was still slightly gliding by the wind.

Finally, the wind gradually dissipated… When it had subsided, the witch lady saw only Maudelaide standing among the countless corpses.

For a moment, she seemed to see him standing on the bloody sea of the dead mountain.

Mordred lowered his head and gently caressed his left hand, his palm, a little like the light of the fireworks spinning on itself... he sighed softly and picked up a bottle from the ground.

The bottle seemed to be a weapon equipped on a knight's statue… Mordred sent that dot of fluorescence into the bottle and then slowly walked up to Gillian, "Keep it for me until you get out of here. ”

Her consciousness was blank and she almost instinctively took the bottle.

This guy, the poison on his body, it's really only half cleared?

……

……

Before the entrance to the castle, some of the tired subordinates had been waiting, many frowned upon.

“Coming.”

The Grand Knight of Lino spoke coldly while raising his hands slowly… As his hands rose high, some glow began to flash over his hands.

Turns out he wasn't holding the sword in a false position, he was holding a sword that was... almost transparent!

It can only be seen when the sword moves and refracts the light.

“Coming... What's coming?” Everyone was shocked.

Boo--!!

Suddenly loud.

At this moment, the gate of the castle was broken open by something, split into two neat pieces, and then directly lashed out… The crowd was shocked and almost panicked in the face of the moment when this thick giant door hit.

Only at this moment did Lino glance back at his legs and wave the near-transparent sword on his hand… he instantly sliced the thick two door panels into dozens of tiny pieces.

In the dust, two shadows slowly emerged from the shadow of the gate… and the banging sound of the chains as they walked.

“She's out! The Witch of the Heart... What's that next to her?” Everyone was shocked.

The clothes are thin and many places have been worn over time… men are carrying a golden sword on their shoulders.

Lino took a deep breath and slowly stood up straight to his body, his voice concentrating: “Hundreds of ancestral souls, a magician's association of a hundred gold-class magicians arranged together in a magic field, still unable to stop you... the legendary knight, Mordred? Looks like it was a mistake to let this witch spiritually visit the prison. ”

Measuring Lino on the side, Mordred casually said: "Don't look at this forbidden space as useless. After all, it's also the product of hundreds of gold-class magicians. It's just that everything has a time limit for its use, and naturally it will weaken... in about 30 years, if not supplemented, this force field will actually disappear on its own. ”

Lenore took a deep breath, and at the same time he gave an order that surprised everyone - he ordered everyone to flee immediately and had to send the information.

“Mr. Lino! We…"

“That's an order! Get out of here now! Always notify the knighthood! If anyone doesn't leave, I will immediately deprive him of his knighthood! ”

“This…”

The crowd bit and eventually chose to obey the order… However, Mordred had no intention of stopping it all the time.

Mr. Lino stands alone in front of Modred and the Witch of the Spirit, the near-transparent sword, and at this moment the blue light flows... no longer invisible.

“Wind King... you are a counterfeit, right?” Mordred surveyed curiously, "you're the prison guard of the generation? You go, you've worked hard for me all these years. ”

The Great Rider of Lino took a deep breath and said positively: "To be able to fight a hero a hundred years ago… I don't want to give up this opportunity. ”

“Hero?” Mordred laughed, "No one has called me that for a long time. ”

Lino said, "No matter how many sins you committed... but you were indeed a hero in that war a hundred years ago, the evil dark soul that died in your hands, countless! Although I was not born at the time of the war, I am convinced that without you, the war would not have been won. So at least you are the hero who saved the earth today. ”

“Really?” Mordred suddenly lowered his head and sounded as if he was the only one who could hear it. "After all these years, did you still think you really won? What an irremediable fool...”

He suddenly waved the golden sword in his hand.

Half a moon of sword raging out here, the speed of which gives the Rider of Lino only a chance to block - dodging can't even be done!

The blade of green light spinning, instantly broke, half a moon of sword cut on him, directly blowing him out for dozens of meters.

“Just a blow...”

The Grand Knight of Lino vomited blood from his mouth and passed out.