Can Arknights dream about the Knights of the Round Table?

Looking at the green cactus tart in the other person's hand, which could no longer be called a dessert, Metatron had bad luck written all over his face.

In addition, he drank some wine at dinner earlier, so it was even more difficult to bear the irritability in his mind. Even when he said to the old Sakota, who had a white beard around his mouth that was about to be dyed green, he said with a strange air——

"Is it because you eat this kind of stuff in the summer because you finally realize how incompetent you are when it comes to ice cream, so that you finally give up relying on the power of those machines and choose to start health care now that you have been buried for most of your life? Oh~ ~I'm sorry, I forgot, your two shaved ice machines have been smashed by Raphael, I'm so sorry~~~"

Faced with Metatron's sarcasm, even those who were not deaf could hear it, Old Sakota was not annoyed; he just took out a handkerchief and wiped the residue on his beard at the corner of his mouth, then waved his hand and said with a heroic smile.

"It's okay! Anyway, just hit it twice with a hammer and say a few blessings and prayers and it will be repaired. Then everyone will enjoy the delicious and nutritious ice cream distributed by the Pope himself, and the best ice cream in Laterland. "

"fart!!

How can such a soulless thing be considered good if it is made by machinery? "

Because of the confident look of Grandfather Ken, Metatron immediately let out a cold snort and said with a sneer: "With the help of external forces every day, I'm afraid your purity as a Lateran has nothing to praise except for the cactus tart." It’s just a place!!”

"Is it possible that, precisely because of the use of these inventions brought about by technological progress, people can make better and more precise things? And for completely handmade things, apart from the high labor costs and sentiments, What about being useless?"

"I'm going to fucking kill you! Evangelista XI!!!"

"I'm very unconvinced, Senior Amei."

Looking at Metatron's eyes wide open, he wanted to turn himself into a perfect mille-feuille, but he insisted on sticking to his bottom line, so the blood was surging in his face and his face was red.

As for this scene that I have seen countless times in previous debates about ice cream, Rutland’s chicken-playing grandfather was not surprised, even somewhat nostalgic, with a smile on his lips and shook his head slightly. After a few more clicks of the tongue, he immediately extended his right hand to Metatron——

As the arms bend and the muscles tighten, the biceps beat slightly as if they are alive. The already sharp outlines of the arm muscles are more distinct and three-dimensional at this moment, which is called powerful!

"How about it? Do you want to decide by arm wrestling like before?"

"Arm wrestling...heh, you're talking as if you've beaten me before. Forget it, I don't want to be known as a bully to old people."

"Bullying old people? Ha!"

Hearing Metatron's words, Evangelista XI raised his eyebrows, and the corners of his originally smiling mouth turned into a slightly exaggerated arc:

"If I remember correctly, in terms of age, compared to me, Metatron, you should be a few years older, right? You can't beat me, the cathedral arm-wrestling champion, if you become weaker. Admit it honestly, don’t say any more such words that are not even high-sounding excuses!”

"...Yes, I can't beat you now, eleventh life!"

After a brief silence, Metatron spoke these words almost as if squeezed out from between his teeth.

But as the 'victory', Evangelista XI did not feel happy because of Metatron's surrender. Instead, he put down his hand and suppressed the provocative smile on his face.

Looking at the halo and wings behind him that were full of cracks and fragments, the Rutlan Patriarch, recognized by the world of Terra, closed his eyes, slowly raised his head, took a deep breath, and sighed;

"You have become very weak, Metatron; even worse than when you said you were leaving Rutland 18 years ago... Are you still 30% stronger now than you were in your heyday [-] years ago?"

"Fuck, it's only [-]%, that's too exaggerated..."

Upon hearing the inquiry, Metatron was so frightened that he quickly waved his hands, for fear of causing new misunderstandings with the contemporary pope in front of him.

"Even if your output declines due to mental issues, the lower limit of 30.00% can still be guaranteed, right? Otherwise, let alone protecting Ozwald against those Carters in the ice field according to the prophecy of the Lord, he just arrived in Salvador eight years ago. I will be torn to pieces by those Cyclops as enemies in a few seconds!"

Unlike Drac or Wendigo, who directly or indirectly possess powerful bodies.If one were to rank natural physical fitness among the many races on Terra, then the normal Sakota would definitely be ranked last among the three, so they rely more on weapons that have nothing to do with melee combat, as well as special builds. Etched bullets worth so much that they are used as common currency in Rutland.

Under normal circumstances, this is not a problem. After all, physical defects can be made up for by the Origin Stone skills that come with life at birth, and because the Origin Stone skills come from the spirit and soul of the caster, they have the ability to empathize and are affected by their compatriots. Surrounded by warmth, Sarkota is more stable in this spell - but a person's greatest strength is often their weakness.

Because of this, when the Sakota have mental and psychological problems, their inferior physical abilities make it more difficult for the Sakota to maintain their lower limit compared to the same level strongmen of other races.It can even be said that they are the ethnic group in all of Terra that implements the word "idealism" the most.

And just like the evaluation made by the patriot Bodrokas after his observation when he was in the snowfield of Ursus that day, he has lost the steel-like belief that he can overcome any difficulty as a strong man. will and iron heart;

Although I have no regrets about becoming a warrior, I don’t even know why I wield the sword, and I hesitate to look forward and backward when fighting... How can I give full play to my abilities with such a confused and helpless mind?

Radiant Lateran, no one can stop the gunfight: 20 Metatron himself

"Although the appearance is still the same as before, the changes on the inside are almost earth-shaking. You..."

Looking at Metatron in front of him, the current Pope of Lateran, Evangelista XI, had sighs written all over his face.

Because it was really unimaginable for him, or rather, it was impossible for everyone who had known about this rare embryokiller in the history of Rutland before him.

In my memory, that person who was taciturn but rarely smiled seemed so incompatible with the overall happy and lively group. However, because of his concept of implementing rules, his tendency to stick to order, and his ability to stick to order, even with the most severe eyes, he could not be singled out. With his ill-favored style, this blade of God that made countless Laterans feel a mixture of awe and pride... has now been reduced to a situation where it is difficult to even protect itself from the claws of monsters, and it has even learned to act like a street gangster. Full of vulgar words...

The 17 years since leaving Rutland have really changed him a lot.

"This is a helpless matter, Your Holiness."

Seeing the Pope's expression of lamentation over his changes over the years, Metatron also felt a little emotional.He marveled at the 'bad habits' he had tainted in his body, which he should have hated in the past.

However, this is also necessary.

After all, it is impossible for everyone to wear a halo and wings and become Sakota, and it is precisely because of the existence of different races, different thoughts, and different cultural habits that the world will appear rich and beautiful.

In order to truly become those weaklings who, without the protection of gods, cannot even live in the city and enjoy the gospel of technological and civilizational progress, are as weak as dust and dirt; Metatron decided to abandon his sword and try not to kill people. To understand and understand the lives of ordinary Terran people who do not have the same empathy, as low as possible.

Think like them, live like them, talk, speak, quarrel... in the most primitive way, feel the good, the hard-working, the contemptible, the boring... savor the actions of people who are not Sakota The sadness and pain that independent individuals cannot avoid;

If not, it would be difficult to understand the difficulties they encounter, to know their troubles... and even less likely to truly address and understand their needs from their perspective.

And in the end, he was able to figure out the question that had been troubling his heart——

[Why do you hold this sword of judgment? 】

"It seems you don't plan to stay this time either."

The Pope nodded, looking helpless on his face that had become rough, shriveled, and wrinkled due to age.

"Last time, Metatron, you were away for nearly 18 years; I don't know if I will be able to see you when I come back next time. Half of my body is about to be buried."

"It's the same with people coming and going, life and death are just ordinary. Eleven lives.

When you became the Pope, you chose to continue to maintain the glory in our hometown; when I gave up the name of Great Tiansi, I chose to pursue the spread of order and law to the tribes outside my hometown, so that they can also own the Holy City. Tranquility keeps our home from becoming Terra's only beacon. "

"Of course, this is a bit difficult in terms of challenge level. At least I can't do it on my own. The more I try, the more powerless I feel. I can't do anything or change anything - but luckily, I recently learned from a certain dragon. I see a little bit of hope that dreams will come true.”

Under the gaze of Evangelista XI, Metatron turned his cheek slightly and stared at the still-lit visitor room on the second floor of Gabriel's mansion with the corner of his eye.

“I believe he can do what my sword of judgment, which only kills people, cannot do, and purge this land of many boring and disgusting bad habits.

It's not that others are not as capable as him for the same job. This is definitely too exaggerated.At least the emperors such as Ursus and Dayan were at an overwhelming level for Ozwald in terms of resources and power. Once they took action, the boy was incomparable.

But, there are some things in this world that only he can think of doing, and only he is willing to do... because he is the freest soul in Terra.So the only problem is that we may not always be able to keep up with him. "

No matter how many novel thoughts are active in this dragon's mind, even if it reaches the top, it still wants to go to a higher place; when their followers are content with what they have achieved and are unwilling to move forward, , after feeling extremely happy and satisfied with everything now, there is nothing else to do.

After all, the man named Ozwald Artolis is still a captain who will take everyone to play when he has an idea and sign up voluntarily, instead of wielding a whip, squeezing the value of others and forcing everyone to move forward. magic.

"Is that the prophecy that the Lord gave you?" Evangelista XI asked.

"It was my eyes that led me to this judgment, Your Holiness."

Metatron gently tapped his eyebrows with the index finger of his right hand:

"Through his actions in the northern border of Ursus, I was able to get a glimpse of its possibility, so I believe that as long as I follow him, I can find a reason to swing the sword... No, I should say that I have already found it. Yes. All that's missing is a chance for me to make final confirmation."

"You don't want to say, [because Ozwald Artoris can make your "sword" that has been dusted for many years bloom again, so he is my undoubted co-master of Terra], right?"

Hearing Metatron's confident words, the Pope couldn't help but reveal a teasing smile on his face.

In response to this, Metatron also raised his eyebrows.

"Haha, that's okay; although according to my own positioning of myself, it should be [the Sword of Victory given to the Chosen King by the goddess who lives in the lake, defeating any evil opponent, and representing the eternal glory]" That’s right.”

The Sarkota laughed, raised his head slightly, and looked at the Pope's Hall in the distance.

Reflecting the thousands of lights that were still bright at night in Rutland, those eyes that were illuminated with golden fireworks seemed to be able to see through the thick white stone walls the little-known lakes and streams below. .

"After all, although the Lord is not restricted by form, for us children who are protected by her, as a god, she has mother-like love and tenderness. What do you think? Eleventh life."

"I don't see the need to discuss an issue that has been known to millions of Laterans since its founding, Meta."

Gently smoothing his gray beard with his hand, Evangelista XI opened his mouth and let out a breath.

"But unlike you, a gifted and lucky man, I don't have the grand vision to expand order and law so that countless people can enjoy the blessings of Rutland. After all, I am already quite old. Can't dream anymore.

So now, I just hope that everyone in the Terran countries can live in peace and stability on this land, side by side, supporting each other, and live peacefully for another 30 or [-] years... until I serve as the Pope. It is also the last period of my life. I am very satisfied to be able to spend my remaining years in a soft rocking chair, basking in the sun and eating cactus tarts! "

"..."

"With all countries working together, my idea of ​​letting more people live in a legal society is nothing compared to this thing?!

How can you, who can say such things, have the nerve to talk about other people's grandiose wishes, ah? !What a damn beast, Evangelista XI."

Metatron, who was almost about to carry it in one breath, glared viciously at the old Sakota in front of him, and cursed in the most vicious and cold words:

"Oh, that's great! When you go, remember to use the papal authority to advertise it when you start to retire. This way, I don't know if I was in Victoria or somewhere at the time. After seeing it, I can make a special trip to see you off on your way. , so as not to cause extra work to the nursing home staff when they are covered in feces and urine due to Alzheimer’s disease and unable to take care of themselves.”

"Wow... You're starting to start that theory of 'The Lord creates all things to support Sakota... Kill, kill, kill, kill', right?"

"We are just eliminating a certain moth that will increase the burden on society."

"Let's talk to each other, Mr. Sword of God, who has obviously sealed the sword and refused to kill, but still received salary for 13 years before losing contact."

Glorious Rutland, no one can stop the gunfight: 21 I don’t know what to call it, so I’ll just fry it.

"No, these two, how about this fight?!"

After finishing the conversation with the Lateran God who had excessive information, and saying goodbye to Gabriel, the voice of God who had restored his original self, Ozwald just opened the door of her house and walked out, and then he saw the first thing he saw Accompanied by two papal musketeers, sitting across the square table was Sakota, who showed off his muscular muscles as powerful as a horned dragon's, white hair, and a long beard. Metatron was holding his hand tightly on the opposite side. Each other's right hands.

In order to overwhelm their opponents, both sides' feet were gradually sinking into the ground. Both sides were blushing, and the veins on their foreheads seemed to explode, and the air was distorted; even if they put charcoal in their palms at this moment, they would definitely Because this high heat and pressure turned into diamonds - because the guy competing at this moment has such power!

But to be honest, looking at the two sides that were too misleading based on their appearance, Ozwald was speechless for a moment. He didn't know whether he should pretend to scold the old man for bullying, or should encourage him. He raised his hands and cheered for the two opponents who were almost the same age, praising them with words such as "The bravery of the old man is almost the same as the incorruptibility of the old days."

At this point, the two Mr. (or Ms.) Pope Gun Cavalry, who could feel the helplessness and sorrow beneath their masks even with their masks on, should be no different from the Red Dragon at this moment.

Fortunately, this 'official' one-on-one arm wrestling competition did not last too long.In the end, Metatron fell to the ground with his hips stretched to the extreme, and ended with the hearty roar of the old man who was willing to play chicken, showing off the beauty of his muscles.

"It's so miserable..."

Looking around, there were more than ten meters around the door of Gabriel's house. Due to the arm wrestling between the two sides and the release of power when Metatron was pushed to the ground, the house was literally exploded. On the cement floor, Oswald clicked his tongue twice... His overly rich imagination allowed him to see Gabriel humming a tune the next day and preparing to replenish his reserves of ingredients and spices that had been consumed by the dinner. He just pushed away. The moment when Men saw the scenery - happiness, confusion, anger and other emotions were superimposed and intertwined to create a distorted face.

It can only be said that sometimes the soundproofing of the house is too good because of the common gunfights and bombings in Rutland, which is not necessarily a good thing.

"So, uh, can I ask you a final question, Mr. Pope?"

After thinking about it for a while, Ozwald finally felt proud because he destroyed Metatron in arm wrestling, but at the same time he acted like a thief with a guilty conscience, muttering incomprehensible words and preparing to run away. Yelled for a while.

Later, when the old Sakota, whose image had already been well-known in many news, turned around slightly stiffly, Oswald neatly pointed his thumb at Meta, who was rubbing his shoulders and moving his wrists with his backhand. Tron said concisely and concisely:

"Is this person with cerebral palsy who you all consider to be an embryo-killer and who reportedly worked for 13 years with a salary before resigning, is the person I think of?"

"..."

Hearing this question, the white-bearded Sakota, who had already put on a kind look and was about to try to deny his identity and do such futile things, was obviously stunned for a moment, but subconsciously and the sight of Metatron looking over After meeting each other, this old man Evangelista, who was not the contemporary pope, smiled.

"As for your question, Mr. Ozwald, although I can answer it for you and tell you everything you want to know, it won't be a big deal. But... I think the most suitable person to explain the past is , there is still only Metatron himself that you want to know at this moment, isn't it?"

"Forget it, I don't like to inquire about people I know. What's more, just looking at this circle of interpersonal relationships, I have a certain score in my heart."

"Haha, as a friend, you are excellent, Mr. Ozwald."

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"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to hide it from you, Oz. I just didn't want to know how to-"

After Grandpa Whitebeard and the two Pope Gun Riders who were summoned by him to deliver the table and serve as referees walked away, Metatron apologized to the red dragon beside him.

But Ozwald just waved his hand at him, disapprovingly.

"Oh, it doesn't matter~~~"

Anyway, in the final analysis, the Metatron that Ozwald knew was always the one in the library of the North Watch in Ursus, because he almost collapsed when he saw that he was looking for information in a place he was unfamiliar with. He was just a kind-hearted Sakota ascetic who kindly came over to help for free, and then teamed up to adventure in the ice fields, hunt rabbits, and serve as a Christmas tree for the northern guerrillas.

As for whether the guy named Metatron was poor or rich before, and whether his status in Lateran was high or low... In the bitter cold land in the north of Ursus, far away from the Lateran area, what does it matter? What's the difference?It's impossible for me to flatter him because of this.

"Just, I actually thought about it before entering the city - if you were a rich man, Mei, then I would give you some gadgets I made as a token of appreciation. If you look down upon it, then we will stop here;

If you are so poor that you are heartbroken, then I will ask you to be the external agent of my knights, ensuring that you will have no worries about food and clothing, as well as fame and fortune... Anyway, that's about it, what kind of person are you to me? It doesn't matter, as long as you still feel that you are my friend, I will never forget to take you with me no matter where I go.

Well, that's what I say, but if you were an internationally wanted criminal with serious crimes, Meta, I would still arrest you and report you to the police. "

Having said this, Ozwald raised his eyebrows at Sakota in front of him.

"You have to admit when you make a mistake, and you have to stand up when you are beaten. These are called rules. Right?"