Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

After that, Ozwald turned his attention to another part of the banquet venue below.

He looked at the blond Lupe woman who had been disguised and dressed in a gorgeous dress with her companions, and let out a soft snort.

"Although she is a rebellious little girl, she is a hunting dog raised by a lion. In terms of her sense of smell for finding targets, I still have to give you an objective and fair evaluation... I hope you won't do anything that will disappoint me. It’s unnecessary, otherwise——”

11 years ago, due to a moment of negligence, I was unable to give the gift to Earl White Wolf. It was up to you to make up for this belated fate.

Turn the water: 5 Those who crave dragon blood

"Ta" "Ta" "Ta" "Ta"...

Wrapped in faintly flesh-colored white stockings, the small leather shoes stepped on by the soft lotus feet that filled the hand kept colliding with the floor of the room, reflecting the anxious and unbearable mood of its owner at the moment.

And this irregular and noisy sound also fell into the ears of another person in the room, causing her to sigh softly.

"What makes you so upset and restless? Mandela."

"Stop being so hypocritical, it really makes me sick! Ahemoni."

Hearing his companion's inquiry, Felin, who was called Mandela, immediately showed a fierce expression on his face that was completely inconsistent with his petite and cute figure. He didn't care that the other party was a friend of his whom he had known for many years and screamed. Start scolding.

In response, Ahmoni sighed again and closed the book in her hand.

"If you think my concern for you makes you sick, then let me put it another way, Mandela - when a stupid person like you walks past, do you consider that you will block the needs of another person who is reading? What about the light? Or for a light-hating flying insect like you, which is extremely rare and swims in the ignorant dark night sky, maybe a [light]less environment is more to your liking?"

"——Are all you rich people like this?"

Seeing the expressions of her colleagues who were cautious in their advances and retreats, and yet not losing any restraint, Mandela became more and more disgusted.

But while she was disgusted, there was also a color called jealousy in her heart.

Due to the experience of being oppressed by the Victorian aristocracy when she was a child, Mandela hated Victoria and the aristocracy deeply, and she also had an extremely persistent desire for status... She longed to be such a glamorous and powerful member. , longing for the power to express the fierce desires in his heart.

So when any non-dragon person except the leader showed something in front of her, and the so-called "noble style" matched the appearance in the inherent impression, Mandela could not hide her displeasure.

“I spend the whole day either planting flowers and plants in my manor, or playing musical instruments that may not be used three or five times. After that, I buy a few books, as if after decorating the facade, others will not notice it. In fact, with empty minds, you nobles and rich people will do such stupid things that waste your energy all day long!"

"Haha, the existence of a facade that can be decorated and the act of trying to decorate it itself is based on clear self-awareness and efforts to seek improvement... Maybe the results are limited, but it is always better than being empty from the inside to the outside - things without knowing it. , and even some fools who are complacent about this are stronger." Ahemoni replied lightly again: "Compared to the beautiful and fresh bouquets, flies can only see rotten and smelly things in their eyes. Isn't it?"

"you-!"

"Okay, okay, don't act like a child who's been poked in the foot and can do nothing but puff your mouth and stare, Mandela. Otherwise, let's do this! If you don't know how to wait for the dance, If you are worried about which foot to take first and are afraid of embarrassing the leader, I can lead you step by step for the sake of my colleagues, how about that?"

"Are you kidding?! Ahmoni, how could I do such a stupid thing."

The black-haired kitten stared at her golden eyes and defended with disgust:

"I'm just moving towards the big thing I'm going to do soon!

There are so many nobles and wealthy businessmen coming this time. If we can get their support, we will not only occupy a mere hill county, but even capture Londinium-"

"——That's enough. It's time for you to stop such arrogant and unrealistic fantasies."

Before Mandela could finish speaking, Ahmoni ruthlessly interrupted the former, who was already trembling with excitement from the fantasy scene.

Unlike her colleagues who grew up in the sewers, Ahemoni has received a higher education. In addition, as a cadre responsible for collecting intelligence in the deep pool, she clearly understands what her motherland is like. A being.

Do you think you can capture Londinium just by mastering the resources of Hill County, which is just a medium-sized mobile city, apart from its historical significance as the former territory of the Gaelic King?If that were the case, Victoria would have perished at the hands of various enemies hundreds of years ago.

Not to mention the eight Dukes who are an important pillar of the current continental hegemon Victoria's national power. Almost every one of them has comparable strength, and even the Duke of Normandy has the strength to frighten second-tier countries such as Letania - perhaps the resources. Human power cannot destroy a country, but victory in battle is almost certain.

So if it weren't for the sake of her colleagues, Ahemoni would really have to laugh at Mandela's innocent gibberish little head and the thoughts inside it that could say such things. .

But even if she decided to hold back the ridicule, Ahmoni still had to reprimand Mandela.

"The mission we received is just to try to incite and unify Xiaoqiu County. Regarding whether to capture it... I want to ask you, Mandela...

[When will it be your turn to make decisions for the leader? ]"

As soon as these words came out, the originally domineering black-haired Feilin immediately became silent.

She would never rebel against the 'leader', and would not even dare to have the slightest wish.

Ahhmoni also knew this very well, so she used this as an attack to kill Mandela's ridiculous and unrealistic fantasy, lest the latter, who was eager for quick success and instant gain, do something stupid and self-destructive. .

But just when Mandela's original boiling "enthusiasm" was exhausted, and Ahemoni was about to say something when she saw that the situation was suitable - the fluctuation of Origin Stone skills passed by.

The fluctuation is really very small... very short-lived... so small that if you can't see the caster with your own eyes, almost everyone will think that it is just their own illusion.

It was precisely this that the two outstanding film warlocks ignored.

The first time when the banquet just started half an hour ago, the second time that fleetingly passed 10 minutes ago...and this is the third time that even though it is still short-lived, it can no longer be regarded as an illusion!

And the most!most!most!What couldn't keep the two of them calm was the "taste" of the Origin Stone's skills.

Although there are obvious differences, the essence is basically the same. Both Ahmoni and Mandela are so familiar with it that they cannot forget or ignore it...

[Drake’s control of life]

That is to say-

there are dragons,

here

"What?!" "That was just now!?"

They reacted almost at the same time. The two cadres in Shenchi looked at their colleagues as if seeking confirmation; they also saw a pair of eyes filled with surprise and confusion almost at the same time.

But they all know that the real leader cannot appear here - even that despicable pretender has not yet been ordered to perform on the stage.

So, this is an illusion?

Not

"...There is another possibility." As if she would disturb someone, Ahhmoni lowered her voice and said softly to Mantara: "Maybe, it's that adult..."

This ambiguous speculation was immediately strongly opposed by Mandela.

"Impossible! This is absolutely impossible! There is no way that Lord will appear here. I am very sure that I only contacted Xiaoqiu County and some surrounding nobles, and I definitely did not try to contact him! He should still be in Casimir That’s right!”

"But our specialized intelligence team also said that he has not shown any whereabouts in Casimir for almost two months." Ahmoni frowned and bit her fingertips: "Theoretically speaking , he has a one-tenth chance of leaving Casimir and returning to Victoria; and among the various destinations he will go to, there is a one-tenth chance of choosing Xiaoqiu County... Finally, again Assuming that the gentleman is already in Xiaoqiu County, and based on the fact that he heard about our traces from the garrison and rumors everywhere, the possibility of searching here is [-]%... so all the possibilities add up to One in ten thousand.”

"In the final analysis, this is just your conjecture, Ahmoni, just in case -"

"——Then you dare to bet that we never thought about offering our bones and blood to the true king after he caught us. Bet that he didn't come to investigate in person because he realized that Shen Chi actually had another purpose. Bet that he didn't know that the leader was planning to attack the real king. After he launched a rebellion to seize the throne, he will not issue a ruling out of anger... Do you dare? Mandela. Use your own luck to challenge the authority of the Lord of Dragons."

"...So what should we do now." After a short silence, Mandela asked for the opinion of Ahhmoni, whom she actually didn't think highly of.

"Let's go! Leave here immediately and teach [her] to handle the rest of the matter. In this way, there may be some room for improvement, as long as the adult does not really come into contact with us - the rest can only wait. I’ll report to the leader after the transfer.”

"……it is good."

"It's really rare that you agreed to my plan so concisely and clearly for the first time, without even saying a single word."

Ahhmoni was also surprised by Mandela's quick reply.

After all, she had just assumed in her mind that Mandela, who wanted to be praised in front of the leader, might complain after saying that she would retreat directly and give up her original plan, such as "from deploying personnel to How much effort did I put in to endure my nausea and arrange this rally?" Or "I can't wait, I can't wait to watch the deep pool of fire burn through the city and tear apart this false giant under our feet!" This kind of thing.

However, the reality is that the other party nodded in agreement without even saying a word.

"Then what else can we do!? Unlike that useless moth who steals merits shamefully and has nothing good except for his face and the blood on his body, this lord has the purest blood and power that is well-deserved. This Victoria Destiny The only master, Longmen and Chernobog last year are the most powerful evidence... Even the leader... Wow!"

Mandela finally stopped these disloyal and cowardly words.

But, even if she is as loyal to the leader as she is - or it is because she admires the leader and the Draco blood in the leader.

It’s not that she hasn’t had fantasies,

If back then, when she was still a weak and weak child and was seriously injured by the fire, what would have sounded in her ears was the voice of another, more noble and powerful red dragon...

Stirring the Pool Water: Ozwald (sudden interest, talk about creative ideas)

——About Ozwald’s mental journey and state.

"First an Overview"

At the very beginning, when I first traveled through time, didn't I write in the Operator's Secret Book that Ozwald was conscious?

So because of his adult mindset, Diaomao was in a very depressed state during the first four years after he came to the cesspit, the kind of state where he was so desperate that he couldn't live a normal life.

Later I figured it out and settled into taking things as they come;

And this is the initial stage of Oz’s conceptual transformation from unfreedom to freedom (I’ll tell you more about it later).

Then came the genocide incident and it was part 2;

Originally, as a royal family, although there was still a sense of crisis, at least there was glory and wealth, but after the night of genocide, they were really worse than beggars in the sewers. After all, if you are a beggar, no one will always worry about your life, right?

Eating rats, opening treasure chests, sleeping in waste water; it can be called the ultimate ups and downs, this is the second stage

But after experiencing the incident with the Witch King's remnants, he really felt free from restraints.

After that point in time, the psychological tolerance threshold is completely perfect... Jiejie, tm, there are so many anti-social NC lunatics!

The combination of all this is the reason why Oswald is free; after all, he has suffered enough, both psychologically and physically.

Generally speaking, there is nothing that can make him feel too nostalgic or painful psychologically; even if the deus ex machina comes to take it away again, it will only be the third time he loses everything.

It was uncomfortable, but after drinking for two days, going to Casimir Piao Factory for a few days (after all, sex is the most effective way to relieve stress for humans), and then taking a long shower, I recovered ()

Anyway, I have designed Ozwald in detail since his birth. He is the most detailed character I have written so far.

So he is not a son

It’s me()

**********Detailed settings**********

Just, let me tell you the reason why Ozzy was very autistic in the first four years (this is considered his most important psychological turning point)

——Based on human beings’ fear of [death]

Although traveling through the world means that he does not have the direct feeling of physical death, he does have that kind of substantial stamina.

After all, one of the biggest worries people have before they die is - what will happen to certain things after I die?

Right?

Although Oz did not die physically, the time travel itself represented the social and historical end of his original worldview (how do you say that a person has to die three times? That's it anyway)

But that doesn't mean that the world has ended. The world will not stop because of him alone. This is a simple truth that everyone understands.

So the question arises, “What about my old family?”

Will my parents be sad about my death?How desperate must they be?Will my old friends be upset?If I disappeared out of thin air instead of leaving my body dead, would they report my disappearance as missing or something else?Parents usually don't give up, right?That kind of wasteful effort that is impossible to get any goods is just a waste of sadness...

I haven't done anything about their upbringing yet, I still want to do XXX things...

This kind of "stamina" will come to you like a tide as soon as you can't help but start to start thinking, which is the so-called pessimism and negativity.

If you are a able-bodied person, you can also numb yourself by engaging in physical activities. If you are too tired to sleep, you can go drinking, voting, etc.

But for a newborn baby, you can't do it; babies cannot perfectly control their bodies and are relatively "at home" most of the time; let alone if you really want to be reincarnated suddenly, can you get used to morality? Lark is completely different from the original one. The addition of a tail, a powerful limb, requires getting used to.

Therefore, your thinking will become more and more divergent in the leisure time caused by the body's powerlessness, and therefore you will become more and more panic...Fear in your own thoughts - this is what I think is the most important thing about human death. What is scary is not the physical phenomenon of death itself, but the subsequent ideas that unfold as a result.

"The changes in the family after I died" "That person once said that I was her mother to all. After losing me, just thinking about her possible crying or despair... such as a small hole without any reason will make me shed tears. ...Because I thought I would never have it again..."

And Ozwald continued to suffer in this way for more than four years.

Then around my fifth birthday, I finally figured it out, or I could say I graduated, and I had to accept the reality.

Because no matter how sad you are, you can never get back what you lost. This is not a dream that says you can start over by opening and closing your eyes.

But people can only live in the present; although those things in the past are good and you don’t want to throw them away, you are powerless about it. Acceptance is the only thing you can do.

And on another point, your current family members and brothers also take good care of you. They will laugh with you, get scolded and make mistakes with you, and they will also do certain ideas when you come up with them. They will take care of you when you are there - and the emotions generated by such actions are not false.

In the end, everything will come back to what Tan Tan said in the traffic, the old man pulling the cart said in the face of a desperate life [People, always have to look forward]... You can actually imagine it, that is On your fifth birthday, looking at the birthday cake given to you by your new family, you accepted your new life.

So this is why Ozwald actually doesn't have that much hatred for the Lion family. It's not that I vow to kill you all.

Because he clearly knows that everything precious will be lost, and if he is intoxicated in the past and cannot let go, he will not be able to reach the present - his life up to now is the product of having become nothing.

Even, you were in the most difficult stage when you were being chased by the Lion family assassins; you couldn’t sleep at night, you had no clothes to wear and no food to eat.

The moment that makes you feel the most happy and joyful at this time is when you truly realize the idea of ​​"I am still alive and breathing".

What does it come from?

Hatred?What if, out of hatred for Aslan, he fantasizes about revenge in the future?

No, not this.