Lothal took a step back, his eyes scanning everything around him, fearing that the enemy was still hiding in the dark when the Black Knight caught his attention. "Do you know who I am?"

Lothal is ready to meet the challenge of this stranger.

"Yes, you know me too, although you haven't seen me in years. I'm Sir Whitman."

"Sir Whitman?" Lothal nodded as he recalled the name. The memories came slowly, but he finally remembered that a marquis had this surname. A long time ago, while Lotaire was still wrapped in a swaddle, the marquis' territory was destroyed by a plague. The plague claimed the life of the Marquis family. The Marquis himself was one of the few who survived. After the tragedy, he gave up his title and territory and began to look for the Holy Grail. Lotel did not hear that Sir Whitman had returned to Aquitaine.

"You haven't been to these places for a long time," Lotel said.

"It's not as long as you think." Sir Whitman replied. "For the past ten winters, I have lived in the village of Giril."

Lotel nodded again. He heard that there was a strange hermit knight who lived with the peasants and took care of the chalice church in the village of Giril. He was afraid that his next question would be rude, but when the knight of Burtania met someone who had already started looking for the Holy Grail, no one could restrain his curiosity.

"Have your pursuit succeeded, Sir Whitman?" Lotaire asked, "Have you ever seen the Holy Grail?"

The black knight stroked his chest with his hand, and his steel fingers brushed the crow embroidered on it.

"I found what the gods think I am worth finding," he answered. "How about you, Sir Lotel? Are you looking for something among the dead?"

He raised his head and pointed to the marble monument. "I have observed you for some time. In my opinion, you are using it as a shrine and preparing to worship. Why?"

Suddenly, Lotel suddenly felt ashamed of the childish impulse he had produced, and Sir Whitman's emphasis on this whimsical impulse made him even more embarrassed.

"Nothing," he assured Sir Whitman. "It's just the stupidity of my childhood. I was about to ask a question about the soul of the knight in the cemetery. When I was a kid, I put my ears on the stone. Sometimes, I imagined that I could hear a The ghost is whispering to me. "

Sir Whitman's attitude became severe.

"People should be alert to ask the deceased about this matter, and they should be more alert to the answers they may give. Do you know whose monument it is? It is to commemorate a noble Aquitaine knight who was in Ayerbai During the expedition, he fought side by side with the righteous King Charles. When he returned to Aquitaine, his name was associated with many great deeds, and he won the title of "Saff", in the language of the Erba people. , 'Saif' means 'sword'. "

"He sounds like a terrible warrior," Lotaire said. "If his ghost can talk to me, it will tell me what I want to know."

"About what?" Sir Whitman asked, tone of command.

After hearing that Whitman spoke to him in a commanding tone, Lothar's self-esteem made him furious. At the same time, he felt an indescribable longing and wanted to offload the burden on his heart to a flesh-and-blood listener instead of a marble and bronze statue.

"Three days ago, I killed a man," Lotaire said. He paled and shook his head violently.

"No," he said hoarsely. "I overestimated myself. I killed a boy, a fledgling young man, still fighting for his honor. Oh, this is a fair game. I gave the boy a chance to beg for mercy. But in the end My sword is still inserted in his body, he is still dead.

"I have no reason to kill the boy," Lothal told Sir Whitman. "This is just an excuse for so-called family honor and family pride. For this weak reason, it is shameful to kill a knight who is much lower than me. This is a victim of such a long-term feud, but no one really remembers it. How it started. I have killed time and time again in the name of my ancestors, but they are nothing to me, they are just glaring faces on old portraits and names on plaques. "

Rotaire turned around and looked up at the bronze statue.

"I talked to my father about my feelings, and I hope to end this feud. But he is a proud person. His hatred is deep-rooted and he does n’t listen to reason at all. He ca n’t sympathize with my sins, trying to comfort me by saying, this child It ’s just Toulouse. When I could n’t comfort myself with hateful reasons, my father rebuked me for being a coward and a family traitor. His curse drove me out of the manor and took me to the only place I knew, There was no burden of resentment in my heart. "

Sir Whitman walked slowly towards Lotel, placing his gauntlet on the young knight's shoulder.

"What question do you want to ask your ghost?"

"I will ask him how to make the faces of the people I killed disappear from my dream," Lotel said. "I'll ask myself how can I make my guilt and shame disappear. It's the same thing to kill an opponent who is comparable to you in a fair game, but a conscience person, if you know him It ’s just killing a child who has no chance, how can he survive? ”

"Ennasu-Saif was the most powerful swordsman of his time," said Sir Whitman, raising his helmet and staring at Lotel with the statue. "There is no sword in all Burtania that can compare with his. He has developed a convention that anyone of any status, whether aristocrat or farmer, can confront him at any time. As long as they can pierce his Skin, the challenger will get a bag of gold ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ Many people came to challenge Ennasu-Saif, but when he left Aquitaine to attack Elba, there was still no one in his castle Claim the bag of gold. "

The black knight crossed his hands and his fingers resembled the wings of a bird. This is a custom that Lothal once saw. When farmers handed over their bodies to the harsh death **** Natal, they would make such a gesture.

"I think I know what Ennasu-Saif will say." Sir Whitman said to Lotel when he left the monument. "He would say:‘ kill people without regret, do n’t ask the enemies for mercy. ’Because he lives by such words. There is death.”

"Repentance and guilt will remind a person that he is a real person." Sir Whitman warned. "Without these painful memories, he would become a monster."

The black knight began to walk out of the grave. "If you feel it is necessary to ask Ennasu-Saif one more question, maybe you should ask him which side he is fighting at Camranfield."

Lotel was disturbed by Sir Whitman's last words. He wanted to catch up with the Black Knight and asked him what this unpredictable advice meant, but the sound of the horseshoe on the field below caught his attention. He turned his head to see his father and five entourages riding horses across the fields to the hill. The visor on his father's helmet was lifted, and there was a painful and concerned expression on his face. Lothal immediately forgiven the harsh words that his father drove him from the castle.

Before going down the mountain to meet his father, Lothal tried to find Sir Whitman, thanking him for his advice and listening to his troubles. But there was no trace of the black knight, only the wind rustled in the grass.