But Lancelot should never have cut off another "brother" of King Arthur when he robbed the court. The eldest brother and the younger brother broke up.
It was Lancelot who just looked as if he said that this matter was not hidden as in later generations.
"I was surprised that Guinevere was a stubborn woman. She realized that she had mistakenly said that she would never see me again if she didn’t meet me, but later I realized something was wrong when I talked with her …"
Lancelot paused and became a little serious. "She seems to have forgotten Arthur a little."
Lu Chen was stunned after listening to it. "Forgot?"
After everything she’s been through, how can she forget her husband?
"Well, she was in a strange state, but she didn’t forget Arthur. I ordered a few words later, and she remembered that she was ill and drove me away."
Lancelot continued, "I was surprised to ask others when I got back. It seems that Arthur’s sense of greatness has been weakened. Although his glory is still described in the literature, people can’t remember his great achievements. It seems that he is a passerby with a low sense of consciousness, and I need to wake up before I suddenly realize that Arthur is the greatest emperor of their former emperor."
"I’m not in the mood to read the scriptures in the monastery. It’s so weird that even the knights of the Round Table seem to have weakened their impression of Arthur except me. This is not normal. At that time, I felt that with the passage of time, if there were no historical documents, people would forget Arthur or ignore him."
Lu Chen mused, "That is to say, the sense of King Arthur has been weakened. People won’t think of him unless they pass by?"
Lancelot nodded. "But I think there is something wrong with this, and it is unacceptable that people gradually forget that Arthur’s historical documents are dead, and even those who have been sheltered by him can’t remember him."
Lu Chen looked at Lancelot with a strange look, saying that it was really strange for this monarch and his subjects. Even after that, Lancelot still regarded King Arthur as his best friend.
Even if Guinevere forgets Arthur, he will not readily accept that priority should be given to finding out about King Arthur’s forgetting.
It’s pathetic to think of Guinevere like this …
"Later, after investigation, I turned my attention to Avalon. Originally, I didn’t believe Avalon, but Arthur and I were forgotten. Maybe there was something wrong with Avalon, so I found one thing here after all kinds of tracing."
Lancelot paused and looked at Lu Chen. "Avalon is an ideal hometown far away from the world. The so-called far away from the world means that the world will gradually forget you if you enter the dust."
Lu Chen’s endurance when he heard this is, after all, that everyone remembers himself vaguely. Now it’s not ancient. Castle College has a lot of "documents" about itself.
Anyone who reads the literature can recall himself, not to mention the high blood and good people like Li Yi and Chu Hang who will never make themselves disappear.
Lancelot took a look at Lu Chen’s expression and continued, "This is the characteristic of Nibelon’s roots. God has more power. If he wants to use this characteristic, he can completely erase you, and even the documents and records will not be left in the world. There will be no more you."
Lu Chen finally looked gloomy. Before he came, he thought that even if he couldn’t find the exit, Chu Hang would wake up and the other party would be so clever that they would be able to find it. Then they would be inside and outside.
But if Lancelot says it’s true, then Chuhang has probably forgotten himself. Everyone has forgotten himself!
The worst thing that he is most worried about is that painting pear clothes may also forget himself!
"Will good people remember?"
He frowned slightly and asked Lancelot to remember King Arthur clearly.
However, Lancelot shook his head. "I don’t know."
"Don’t look at me like that. I haven’t been out since I came in. This is also my speculation based on my understanding here, but I think if God really does it himself, even if it is good, you will be forgotten."
Lu Chen looked up at this blue eternal heavenly heart and raised a strong murder against Odin.
……
Meanwhile, on the other side, in the 135 girls’ dormitory of Castle College,
Xia Mi looked at the painting pear clothes and finally made up his mind, "I’ll go with you to paint pear clothes."
Painting pear clothes some accident "Xia Mi also want to go? Very dangerous. "
Xia Mi smiled with confidence. "I am also very strong. I am even with me. I am also very good at analysis."
After thinking about it, it was really Xia Mi who pointed out that she found her diary with Gdzilla.
"Thank you, Xia Mi. I will protect you, too."
Painting pears is very important, and her friends are willing to help themselves at all times.
"Hee hee, one more person helps. Finding Nibelungen is a mental activity."
Xia Mi said and packed up.
She had no choice. This seems to be her best chance.
Painting pear clothes is a girl who is easy to coax. She asks herself what she has done, sorry for the monster couple, and has helped a lot in her life.
Even if she didn’t cover up the clues on this trip and was found by Lu Chen, there should be room for defense, right?
She’s a good observer, and she’s naive and kind. Chu Hang is cold-faced and warm-hearted, and Lu Chen … I don’t know where Castle dug up the monster. He’s a reckless man with some chivalry.
Sometimes she feels that the other person is like an ancient China, and this warrior is usually very loyal and has his own rules.
She thinks that if she helped a martial artist, Lu Chen, at least pay attention to the points of grievances! ?
If not, she will move herself to get a special "handle" and bind herself first!
Three days later …
Port of Reykjavik in northern Iceland
Many people have some misunderstandings about Iceland, and think that the northern part of Iceland is extremely cold and desolate.
However, the actual forest coverage rate in Iceland was once as high as 25%, which was even higher than that in China. Later, due to the Viking logging, the coverage area dropped a lot.
There is an old Icelandic tree outside the port, which is a local long-leaf tea plant and can produce world-famous Icelandic Pu ‘er.
Of course, this ancient tree doesn’t belong to people. It stands here. I don’t know how many people look at the harbor. The coming and going of boats has already belonged to a unique landscape of Reykjavik harbor.
People entering and leaving the port in this peak freight month are certainly not in the mood to stop and watch an ancient tree.
The cold wind blows through the branches, the green leaves are slightly yellow, and the girl’s burgundy hair ends fall to the ground with a breeze.