"Do you want to visit the ceremony?"

In the glimpse hall of Wang Cheng, at this time, the knights once again gathered together, and heard this sentence from Luo Zhen, who suddenly came in, all of them were silent.

Gao Wen looked at Luo Zhen and his eyes flickered.

Agger's rules frowned and looked cold.

Tristan has nothing, just self-concerned, and a thing that doesn't matter.

Even Mordred raised his brow and watched Luo’s eyes become intriguing.

As for the Lion King, he has already sat on the throne, looking at Luo Zhen in a condescending manner, listening to his intentions, and his face has always been without waves.

All the round tables were so focused on Luo Zhen, and they didn't know what they were thinking. For a while, they didn't even speak.

In such an atmosphere, Matthew clasped Luo’s real hand, as if he wanted to get a little courage from his predecessors, and he wanted to give Luo Zhen’s courage.

Luo Zhen did not feel that there was anything, calmly and nodded.

"Yes, I want to visit the ceremony." Luo Zhen is the old **** in the road: "I am very curious about the ceremony of the holy ceremony, let me visit, should there be no problem?"

When this was said, someone immediately retorted it.

"St. Pull is an important ritual for the selection of the inhabitants of the Holy Land. Because of your own curiosity and the whim of the tide, you are ignoring its meaning."

The Argenton's extremely cold voice made a denial of Luo's speech.

Luo Zhen took a look at him.

"I am not ignoring its meaning. Naturally, some people can understand." Luo Zhen suddenly smiled and said: "Your king has not said anything yet. You are a assistant, there are quite a lot of words."

"!" Agger's face was stagnation, and then there was a sigh of relief in his eyes.

But Luo Zhen did not want to change his attitude.

"It's no wonder that in the legend, it is just a cannon fodder that was knocked out by a knight on the lake. With his identity as a round table and an assistant, you haven't used the problem to play it. Are you arrogant?" Luo Zhenshi said: "It’s a pity. I am not a round table, not a resident of the Holy City. Don't use your set to come to me. Otherwise, I don't mind making a big noise."

Luo really became tough.

No, it should be, this is the original Luo Zhen.

In the past, in order to explore the true meaning of the Lion King, and to collect intelligence and peek into the secrets of the Holy Spirit, Luo Zhen did not sing the opposite, but this does not mean that Luo Zhen has no temper.

Regardless of whether the Arge is to maintain the king's prestige or to act cautiously for the operation of the Holy City, you can talk to Luo Zhen three times and four times. Do you think Luo is really bullying?

"You guy"

Agger's article seems to have also noticed Luo Zhen's disdain for himself, and now he wants to make trouble.

However, before this, Alto Lia made a speech.

"Retreat, Qing."

Alto Lia did not mind that Luo really spoke, and did not even make a statement for the Arge, but only indifference, so command.

"But, Wang"

What Argay wanted to say, but was interrupted.

"Don't let me say the second time." Alto Lia said coldly: "This person is a guest I admit, and Qing's attitude has crossed the border. If you don't want me to lose face, then let go."

Obviously, Alto Lia is not unaware of the movements of the Arge, and even Alto Liya knows the fact that the Argalists monitor the behavior of Luo.

And Luo Zhen is a guest invited by Alto Liya personally. Regardless of the other, just to discuss this identity, the Arga regulations are so offensive to Wang’s guests, it is indeed a cross-border.

If Alto Liya is not there, then Agger's rules can be said to be the arbitrariness of Agger.

However, since the king is already here, and Agger’s insistence on this attitude is to question the recognition of Alto Liya, and it is impossible to be a public, and to be king, Alto Lia is impossible. Stop the Age's regulations.

Agger's text also reacted at once, and now silence, bow his head, no longer speak.

The rest of the round table was always on the sidelines, and no one was involved.

Alto Lia revisited Luo Zhen.

“Want to visit the ceremony of St. Pull?” Alto Liya said with a blank expression: “If that's the case, then come along with it.”

The voice fell, this time, it was the turn of Gao Wen.

"Is this so good? Wang."

Gao Wen did not say much, only in a silent attitude, whispered such a sentence.

“No problem.” Alto Liya said faintly: “It’s just a chance to prove that I am waiting for an enemy or a friend.”

After that, Altolia stood up.

"The ritual of St. Pull is the ritual that Gao Wenqing is responsible for. Since the situation is special this time, if the Qings want to come together, they will come together."

It was said that the round tables had raised their heads.

In the past, although the ritual of St. Pull was required to use the power of Alto Liya, the maintenance and management was Gaowen, and the rest of the round tables did not participate in the ceremony.

This time, the holy draw will obviously be different from the past.

"If that's the case, let me accompany you and witness the sad moment."

Tristan's face does not change color.

"This is really a good opportunity! Count me!"

Modred grinned.

"Please allow the company to be accompanied."

Age's regulations are also hanging down and making a request.

All the round tables expressed their accompaniment.

"So, please come with me."

Upon seeing it, Gao Wen no longer said anything. After closing his eyes, he turned and took the lead.

A round table immediately followed.

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

Agger's text is like taking this opportunity to take a good look at Luo's reaction, and his eyes are sharp.

Modred is as if he expects something, and he looks happy.

Tristan's attitude is the most intriguing. There is a kind of pity that a friend is about to leave, but there is a feeling that he is ready to let go of his hands and feet, with a faint smile from beginning to end.

Only Gao Wen, no longer look at Luo Zhen even a look, I do not know why.

The round tables left here.

Luo Zhen and Maxiton looked at each other and kept up with each other.

Holy capital, the main entrance.

At this moment, the sun hangs high and illuminates the entire camp.

Because Gao Wen, who carries the blessing of "No Night", has appeared in front of the main entrance, welcoming the cheers of the refugees.

"It’s Gao Wenqing!"

"Gao Wenqing is out!"

"St. Pull is finally about to begin!"

"Great!"

The refugees are so happy.

Luo Zhen and his party stood on the wall and looked down.

The round tables look calm.

Matthew looks awesome.

Luo Zhen glanced around and his brow suddenly wrinkled.