Lancelot

Finally, someone came looking for him.

It was a month ago. It was raining heavily outside. Suddenly, two people came looking for him.

One was dressed in a red robe, the other in a black robe.

He didn't know the man in the black robe.

But he knew the man in the red robe.

That was their enemy, the higher-ups of the Saxons.

Lancelot had once sparred with him.

He did not expect him to be so bold as to actually dare to come to the central city of the British Starfield.

Seeing that his enemies were all in front of him, Lancelot was very decisive. He immediately pulled out his sword and prepared to finish off the enemy in front of him.

However, he was stopped by the black-robed man.

"What do you mean, Sir?"

Seeing that the black-robed man was blocking in front of the Saxon, Lancelot held his sword horizontally in front of him and raised his vigilance.