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Shield Brotherhood

It was still dark, and Forseti, with Shilut in his arms, continued to sleep against the tree until a human voice came from nearby.

"We have to be ready by noon."

At dawn, Forseti turned his head to look and saw a group of people busy on the lawn not far away, moving here and there, as if setting up a venue.

"...This is a very important wedding. The consul, Mr. Plato, and Mr. Aristotle will all be present. Make no mistake!" one of the leaders kept urging the others.

Plato, Aristotle, and the Athenian consuls?

Forseti suddenly became interested.

He didn't get to see Plato as he wished yesterday, and he was a little disappointed. He didn't expect to encounter a buy-one-get-two opportunity today. Not only would he be able to see Plato, but Aristotle and the then-consul of Athens would also appear.

Forseti thought for a while, and immediately found a suitable corner to wait, while continuing to learn Allspeak.

Although his level of Allspeak is sufficient for daily communication, at least communication on Midgard is absolutely sufficient, there is still a considerable distance from the true level of "traveling the universe without fear," and he still needs to study hard and practice hard.

Unconsciously, the wedding scene was set up, and then it gradually became lively. The newlyweds and more and more guests arrived, chatting and laughing with each other.

A middle-aged man with a beard came to the scene, and people looked at him with respect.

"Master Consul, you are here." The groom was a man of unknown age, with a gentle face, and went up to meet the bride.

It is said that his age is unknown, because although he looks still young, he is seriously bald, with only a few strands of debris coming up from both sides.

The Athenian consul laughed: "Menehermos, of course I want to come to your wedding."

The consul's wife who was present together smiled and said, "Menehermos, don't you always say that mathematics is your lover? Now you have two lovers, which one do you prefer?"

"This..." Menehermos pondered.

The crowd laughed again.

"Mr. Plato, Mr. Aristotle." After a while, everyone present got up and greeted the new guests.

The groom Menehermos also hurried over: "Teacher."

Forseti looked up.

Seeing the direction of the crowd, several bachelors in white robes came. Among them was a white old man leaning on crutches. He was obviously very old and was a little unsteady when walking, but his eyes were bright and wise, and his smile was kind.

Beside the white old man, there was a serious middle-aged man who was carefully supporting him.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this old man and the middle-aged man; they were naturally Plato and his proud disciple Aristotle.

Forseti watched the two of them carefully.

This is Plato and Aristotle, the successors of Socrates, two of the three sages of ancient Greece. Well, you can be a witness to history.

In just a short time, Forseti had already thought about how to brag two thousand years later.

With the arrival of Plato, the atmosphere of the wedding became more lively, and people laughed and blessed the newlyweds.

What surprised Forseti was that although Plato was old enough to walk a little unsteadily, he was energetic and very active. He not only spoke many blessings to the bride and groom but also played the piano on a whim.

Plato played the lyre quite well, and everyone listened.

At the climax, Plato also said: "Let's ask the consul's wife to sing."

The consul's wife seemed to be a singer, and everyone immediately cheered loudly, and the consul's wife was also invited to sing.

After playing a lyre, Plato was inevitably tired as an eighty-year-old man.

He smiled with everyone, and then sat down on the corner chair with the help of Aristotle.

"Teacher, how do you feel?" Aristotle asked.

Plato waved his hand and said nonchalantly, "It's okay, I'll rest here for a while. You can go."

Aristotle nodded and returned to the wedding.

Plato sat alone in a chair and put his cane aside. He looked up at the sky with bright eyes, which made him sleepy for a while, and finally closed his eyes slowly...

Forseti didn't care at first, but suddenly remembered.

Isn't that how Plato died in history - taking a nap at his disciple's wedding and never waking up again?

He learned about this at the time and felt distressed for the disciple for a second. The teacher died at his wedding, which was too unfortunate.

Soon someone noticed that something was wrong with Plato, and when they looked over, they immediately exclaimed, "Mr. Plato!"

All the guests came over, Aristotle squatted beside the teacher quickly, stretched out his hand to probe, immediately picked up the teacher, and hurriedly said, "Go and call Agamoto!"

However, just after they ran away, an unusually tall young golden man suddenly appeared in front of them.

"Who are you?" Aristotle's face sank.

The visitor was naturally Forseti, and he looked calm: "Maybe I can save Mr. Plato."

"Aristotle, ignore this man, let's go find Agamotto," said a bachelor.

Aristotle was silent for a while, staring at Forseti with slightly flickering eyes, and finally said: "Do you need to let the idle people leave?"

Forseti was very surprised by what he said but nodded: "Let everyone else leave except you."

"You all stand back," said Aristotle.

Everyone looked at each other and then left, leaving only Aristotle and Forseti, and of course, Plato, who seemed to be dead.

When the others were gone, Aristotle said astonishingly: "Do you understand magic?"

Although Forseti had noticed something, he was still a little surprised when he heard the words, and said, "It seems that you understand a little bit."

Then holy light appeared between his hands, and it was a healing spell that gave him faith. Looking at this holy brilliance, Aristotle's eyes showed surprise.

The Holy Light shrouded Plato.

After a while, Plato frowned and slowly opened his eyes.

"Teacher!" Aristotle exclaimed in surprise.

Plato's attention was attracted by the holy light in front of him: "This is..."

Aristotle helped Plato up. But obviously, Plato was not injured, but exhausted, so although he woke up, he was still very weak, his eyes wandered, and his expression was erratic, as if he might fall down again at any time.

Looking at the teacher's appearance, Aristotle sighed slightly, but still looked at Forseti and sincerely thanked him: "Thank you for saving the teacher. You are the eternal friend of the Shield Brotherhood."

Brotherhood of the Shield!

Hearing the name, Forseti was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized.

No wonder Aristotle seems to know some magic, no wonder the young man in the white robe has such amazing power... It turns out that the Akademi Academy on the surface is actually one of the most mysterious organizations in the Marvel world, the Brotherhood of the Shield!