Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

After waiting that night, waiting for the medical hospital to complete the physical examination report on the victims, proving that there were indeed no toxic substances remaining in the unconscious Sakota's body, and everything was just an accident. Then when Ozwald, who couldn't bear it, started to make trouble, I will go and bring him out.

Unexpectedly, this Drake actually stayed in there for two days. He even helped the prison guards weld a few aging metal pipes out of boredom. His performance was exemplary.

This was really beyond Metatron's expectations.

"Oh, that's pretty much it anyway... If you can fish me out, everyone will be happy. If you can't fish me out, just live in jail for free for two days and experience life; after all, even if there are no casualties or damage to facilities, But there is really nothing to quibble about when something happens... Those who come out to fool around should admit their mistakes and stand up straight when they are beaten."

The red dragon shrugged and gave an answer that surprised Metatron.But before he could make any comment, Ozwald changed his expression as if he were flipping through a book, and said with a smile:

"What's more, your Rutland white rice is quite fragrant. If you get greedy one day, I'll find an opportunity to come here again, oh!"

"...If you want to say that, Oswald, I can only tell them not to even give you rice next time, and to pay more attention to the warehouses where food is stored, lest a big rat with horns sneak away. Get in."

"Oh, I'm not a talcum powder, so I won't steal rice vat no matter what - but then again, after something like this happened, Amei, you won't send me snipers again in the future, right?"

"This is inevitable; I will not let you touch any firearms and matching launchers and throwables again."

Metatron had a cold face and made an angry nasal sound.

After this incident, he finally understood that no matter how many preparations and safety measures he took, they were all in vain and could not stop this bastard red dragon from causing trouble. At best, it would cause him to eventually The results are just smaller in scale.

"Well, it's getting late. Is there any famous restaurant or food in Rutland that we can try? Amei."

Glancing at the golden-red, flaming sunset on one side, Ozwald felt the need to find food.After all, what he had eaten in the cell for the past three days was clear soup without meat and water. Although it was healthy, it did not bring the happiness that high-calorie food could bring... At this moment, Hong Long's heart was filled with fried chicken and other foods like his first love. Passionate thoughts like a lover.

But Metatron rejected such ardent expectations.

"Not today. If you want to go, you have to wait at least until tomorrow; at most, I can only let you buy some fruit on the way back."

Hearing this, Ozwald raised his eyebrows.

"Are there any arrangements?"

"A colleague who I haven't seen for many years came to visit me in the afternoon, and she also used my kitchen. I calculated that it should be ready soon, so I will eat at my house tonight... I will treat it as a thank you to you two, Draco, for being late. Let’s have a reception banquet.”

With this explanation, Metatron raised a hand while turning around and taking steps forward, signaling Ozwald and Ravsyne to follow him.

There was nothing Ozwald could say about this, and it was impossible to ask Metatron to only take care of the two of them and ignore his former friends.As for Ravshini, she didn't even care where dinner was served.

In this way, the three of them quickly walked through the streets and urban areas of Rutland and returned to the city base where Metatron's residence was located.

And when Metatron, as the head of the household, formally invited his two guests into the house, which had been cleaned like new, and led them to the dining room, Ozwald also saw the person mentioned by the former. Friends from his past.

It was a silver-haired Sakota woman who was sitting back on a rustic wooden chair with her eyes closed, quietly concentrating.

Her face is very beautiful, and she is paired with a simple and elegant silk robe with just the right amount of decoration. She has a sense of tranquility and peace. Although she looks relatively young, her temperament has an air that makes people... I can't feel my specific age.

When she noticed that everyone was walking in, she opened her eyes, and her eyes met Ozwald who was looking at her... Because of this, the red dragon observed more information about her in more detail. , those golden eyes carry an intellectual aura, like a beautiful jade article bred from that knowledge after reading thousands of volumes of poetry and books. It is elegant yet luxurious, combined with its original tranquil temperament. Together, it turns into a unique style.

——Simply put, she is a beautiful woman who is quite pleasing to the eye.

"I think this gentleman is Ozwald Artolis, the last red dragon king, right? Hearing is better than seeing. Your figure is far more dazzling than the part I know about you. It is indeed incredible. The symbol of the sun in negative prophecy.”

"...You also know the prophecy that caused Metatron to find me."

"Because of the responsibilities I shoulder, I have always been the one with the clearest connection with God among the entire tribe."

The female Sakota smiled and nodded, then lightly pressed her chest with her right hand, and added: "Speaking of which, I haven't been able to introduce myself to you, Mr. Ozward, my name is Gabriel; Rutland The administrator of the great library, thanks to the trust of all colleagues, is temporarily appointed as one of the four heavenly officials to undertake the work of messenger to convey the voice of the Lord."

"I am Ozwald Artolis, just a traveling Draco. At present, except for the title inherited from this family, I have no other positions worth mentioning. I hope you will forgive me, Lord Gabriel. ; And this one is my compatriot, the blood heir of King Drakgael, Ravshini..." "——I salute you, Lord Gabriel."

After Ozwald's introduction, the silver-haired Sarkota glanced at Ravshini behind him, nodded and took note of it.

Then, Ozwald continued:

"At Metatron's invitation, we came to this city and plan to live temporarily for a while to appreciate the culture and customs of this city; during this period, please take care of us both, Gabriel Your Excellency."

"You are indeed a little too modest, Mr. Ozwald. Even if the deeds in northern Ursus cannot be made public, you still have Casimir's resume, don't you?"

She smiled and turned her gaze from Ravhine back to Ozwald:

"But, like you said, we can definitely be more social in the future."

"——Hey, when you see a stranger coming from out of town, you have to act reserved, right, Gabriel."

While they were communicating like this, Metatron, who was pushing the dining cart from the kitchen, sneered, exposing the demeanor maintained by the wise Great God.

If it were in a crowded public place, then that would be fine, because Rutland's public image had to be taken into consideration anyway; but in his home, with no outsiders around, how could he leave you any sympathy?

[What's more, you didn't leave any kindness behind my back. In that case, don't blame me, Metatron, for being unkind to you, Gabriel! 】

"When I first arrived at my house in the afternoon, I was surrounded by idiots and embryo-killers. Why didn't I see you as polite as you are now? Huh?! You were so relaxed when you took the lead in characterizing me next to the Apostolic Palace?! Oh... I understand. , you have fallen in love with my brother, right? That’s right, after all, you have been single since I left Rutland, and now you are still single before half of your body is buried. Of course you are anxious...not to mention it is rare to meet such a good person as Oz. , you have to be capable, you have to be competent, if you are moved, right? Just say it straight away! If you don’t tell me directly, how can I help you pull the strings and bridges? - If you don’t tell me directly, how can I insinuate him today? You cooked dinner, so that he would know how much you are a favored person..."

"Shut up! Metatron, the old, stinky idiot!! Do you think I'm a salary thief like you who has to earn 13 more years of salary before resigning?! I'm so busy listening to the oracle every day, so I wasted that time. What’s wrong with not being able to find a partner for the best years of your life? It’s as if you found one just because you’re so old!! Didn’t your parents never get the grandson they wanted until they died?!”

While we were having such a friendly 'exchange', today's dinner almost officially started.

But the beginning of the dinner does not mean the end, but the beginning of another more noisy dispute - anyway, everyone in Rutland is a well-known fun-loving person, and if they say they are serious, they must be pretending.

"Otswald!!"

"what?"

"Look at what you've done!"

Looking at the red dragon who casually made chopsticks out of ice crystals to pick up a piece of pizza from the plate and pulled several long "threads" from it, Rutland's wise Great Heavenly Priest was furious!

"How dare you use chopsticks to pick up my pizza instead of using your hands?! Do you know what a bad behavior this is?!

Look closely at Metatron next to you. Although he is a stinky idiot with only "kill kill kill" and "ice cream" in his mind, he can pick up pizza slices with the body given to us by God without using any tools. , this is called the correct way to eat. "

"There's no need." With these words, the red dragon played the raging waves of swords and halberds in his mind while the electric arcs from its two horns flowed.

"Necessary! Very necessary! If you don't touch it with your fingertips, how can you feel the hotness of the dough and cheese baking in the fire? If you don't treat it with sincerity and enthusiasm, then the soul and essence of pizza will be lost. How can I integrate it with your body to bring you good luck for the new day and bless you?! You damn heretic!!!

Faced with such fierce accusations from Gabriel, Ozwald did not feel angry. Instead, he looked thoughtfully at the angry female Sakota in front of him, and then at the distinctive table on the table. Various dishes.

Vegetable omelette, seafood pizza, rich risotto, fried zucchini flowers, cheese sandwich bread, creamy macaroni, small meatballs...

Several flashes of lightning flashed through his mind, and the red dragon realized something.

Then, as if by magic, he took out a pineapple from the fruit bag he bought on the way back. In front of Gabriel, who looked extremely uneasy, he used the ice blade to rotate and cut it into thin and translucent pieces. In front of this female Sakota, her eyes were split open and her ferocious gaze fell on the remaining pizza;

Immediately, he cleared his throat, pretended to be complacent, held his head high, grinned, pointed at his masterpiece and laughed:

"Pineapple pizza, ma'am."

"HOW Dare you?! [Rutland expletive]!! I'm going to kill you, Draco, who is born a bad guy!!!"

Thus, the great Tiansi, who represents wisdom, and the last Red Dragon King formed a perfect friendship ()

ps: Although I have already said it in the group and in the post, in order to prevent someone from seeing the corresponding part and asking again - the Lateran god in my book is not a big machine.After all, the core of Lateran is God and religion. In this kind of atmosphere and environment, it would be boring to have a mechanical god. It would be more practical to just focus on metaphysical idealism.Anyway, it’s just the same as those related to Rhodes Island, just use them as secondary settings related to the unique plot of this book.

Glorious Rutland, no one can stop the gun battle: 5 The strongest man in Rutland who has mastered the ultimate purpose of life

After finishing breakfast in the snack alley on the next street, Metatron bought a red dragon popsicle while he was thinking about it. He accidentally caught a glimpse of something familiar out of the corner of his eye.

It's a bust of Gabriel's head, on a piece of paper... It should be a poster or something, but anyway, it is paired with the background filled with explosions, shooting trajectories, barrages and other stuff. This is too much. The content hidden in the abstract freehand expression style is not something Red Dragon can understand.

But he can still read after all.

"All that is missing is flesh and blood, but the soul is still perfect and sound.

They are no different from us, their shooting skills are better than you think, and they can even make more desserts than you (the Lord said it was good after they ate them)

Personally certified and sponsored by His Holiness Pope Evangelista XI, it is the most popular wheelchair shooting competition of the year; now you can participate in the passionate shooting competition with the Chief Cardinal of the Four Heavenly Secretaries and the Voice of God, His Excellency Gabriel The honor; and in this collision of soul and gunpowder, you will have the opportunity to become the lucky flower of the high mountain that no one has been able to win for decades.

Little Sakota, who were born bathed in the holy light of the Lord's bullets and explosions, and grew up in the sacred music of firing pins and bullet casings, what are you waiting for? !Hurry up and pick up the terminal in your hand and sign up immediately!The most handsome prince in the heart of the Voice of God is you (Gabriel Finger)!

Entry Address Rutland Block [-] - Block [-] - Shooting Range [-]

Note: The foreigner who uses indole as a water bomb is not allowed to participate. All ammunition in this competition is provided by the organizer. It is prohibited to carry it privately. Violators will be served with water cannons.

"Wheelchair shooting racing?"

While licking the popsicle, Red Dragon tilted his head in confusion; he recalled that when he had dinner at Metatron's house a few days ago, he was angered by his own pretense and punched the powerful Sakota mother in the side hall. Man, the tail behind him couldn't help but make a big question mark.

"Is her leg lame or broken? Why did she participate?"

"My legs are fine...can't I participate? How can a wheelchair be such an inconvenience?" Metatron sneered:

"As the chief cardinal and one of the four heavenly ministers, Gabriel's rights are unlimited."

"That's right."

"So, do you want to go watch? The game starts in the afternoon."

"Go, of course! I want to see how that woman drives a wheelchair and shoots at the same time!!"

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What to say?

This wheelchair shooting racing game.

Just...surprisingly quite exciting! ?

Although Ozwald initially wanted to see the four great gods roaming around in what he thought was the fish pond station and galloping around the human world, but it turned out that was not the case at all.

——After all, according to Metatron’s explanation, although Gabriel’s shooting in battle can achieve perfect accuracy and hit you even when you turn around, that is actually due to her being a teleporter. The result of the protection of the messenger of Lan Shen's will is that "I only need to be responsible for pulling the trigger and loading the bullet, and the aiming and hitting will be completed by the blessing of God." Pure shooting skills can only be said to be not bad, with an 85 points level.

In addition, except for the fun and interest parties like Gabriel, the other contestants in this wheelchair shooting competition, that is, the serious disabled people in Rutland; generally they are those who have experienced it in the past. After fierce battles, their bodies suffered serious non-renewable injuries on the battlefield but were unwilling to wear prostheses. They were veterans who had experienced hundreds of battles, and even former papal musketeers who had retired for some reason (the list was compiled by Lateran No. [-] Provided by embryonic killing).

Each of these guys has a unique skill, and their skills and patience are even more astonishing... So without activating the magnetic field rotation, I mean the Origin Stone skills, with technology and physical strength alone, Gabriel, who is also Sakota, can Column actually doesn't necessarily stabilize them!

So the fight was extremely exciting.

The red dragon, who was completely banned from using guns, was particularly jealous. He wished he could kill Metatron and snatched his life gun. Then he jumped in and fired randomly with a Thomas maneuver ()

Too bad it can't be done.

And compared to the serious gunmen, he would probably be beaten into a rainbow man by bullets from all directions the moment he entered the scene.So just activate your ghost brain, use the Origin Stone technique to strengthen the bioelectricity in your body, speed up your thinking ten times, and start some fantasy special photography ()

However, just when the red dragon was staring at the hail of bullets in the arena, wishing to take his place, a strange voice sounded from behind them.

"...What a coincidence that you are here too? Are you bringing your friends who are visiting Rutland for the first time to watch the mischief of that woman named Gabriel?"

When Metatron and Ozwald looked back following the sound, they saw a gray-haired and blue-eyed Sakota walking towards them among the crowd who were actively separating to make way for them.

It is worth mentioning that the halo and wings of light that are the characteristics of this Sakota race are several notches brighter than those of the surrounding race. Even in this sunny afternoon, after looking at it for a long time, it will still appear in the eyes. "Dark spots" caused by excessive glare appear.

But the most impressive thing is the rich ink color around Sakota's eyes, which reminds Ozwald of himself who stayed up late every day and spent two or three years working on the keyboard during the day and night in the last episode. ...But compared with the other party, it seems a bit dwarfed.

Although his steps and figure were steady and strong when walking, his mental state was so poor that he felt as if he could lose his breath anytime and anywhere.

If nothing else, he must be a Da Luo Jinxian! !

"...Good afternoon, Metatron." With squinting eyes, the gray-haired Sakota greeted Metatron in a tired voice.

"Looking at you like this, I don't even know if I should say good afternoon, Ulie."

Looking at the acquaintances who came over because they discovered him, Metatron silently shook his head.But he quickly introduced the two friends around him who didn’t know each other.

"Oz, this man is Ullie, the Light of God, one of the Four Heavenly Priests. He serves as the commander-in-chief of the Pope's gun cavalry. If you encounter an emergency, you can go to him. For my sake, he will help you. A lot of convenience;

Then, Ullie, the drake in front of you is Ozwald. He also has a family member named Ravsyne, but he is not interested in Gabriel's game, so he is resting at my house. I hope you will be more interested in him in the future. Take care of them. "

"Hello. Brother Wulie."

"Well... hello to you... little brother Ozwald. I saw you on the news two days ago... you gave Rhine Life a whole new life... It's pretty good. I can see that you are very adaptable to our Rat. Lan’s style... When you get tired of playing with this embryo killer one day, you can contact me, and I will take you to experience the days of gun riding... Huh... Huh?!"

Faced with the red dragon's greeting, the listless gray-haired Datiansi responded one after another.Just because he was too tired, he fell asleep while he was still talking and let out a shout.

Of course, he soon came to his senses and shook his head vigorously.He took out a few bright green plant leaves from his pocket and stuffed them into his mouth to chew them, using their pungent taste to cheer him up.

Compared to the red dragon who was a little surprised by this, Metatron, as an old friend, seemed not surprised.

"Are you having insomnia for a few nights? You haven't found a way to deal with the problem yet."

"Yes, yes, big and small...Raphael also prescribed me several injections of anesthetics and powerful sleeping pills. I can still sleep if I want..."

"Then why not?"

"The influence is not good."

Ullie shook his head.

"The style of Rutland is joyful and lively, full of vigor, mutual tolerance and understanding, and it is not the kind of madness caused by taking medicine to damage the brain. It's okay if there are one or two scum fallen angels who do this, but as the leader of Rutland, I Tiansi, what does it sound like to take high-intensity drugs every day without stopping? You must set an example.

What's more, if you are too reliant on portable medicine, it will be easily replaced when you go on a mission, so you might as well just follow the original recipe... With Raphael here, minor physical damage is better than other things. The place is easy to handle. "

Probably because he was too depressed to get high, this Great Tiansi did not have the extremely joyful style that a normal Lateran should have, and his answers were full of calmness and reliability.

"If you are afraid of being replaced with sleeping pills, why not ask Raphael to send a better doctor as your assistant... But speaking of Raphael, I don't seem to see him. Could it be that he is on the other side? ?"