Chapter 3: Awakening to the first stage (on)

Chapter 3 is awakening to the first stage
The base of the Pantoraken Northern Knights, Edinburgh Bilbao.
This is a steel castle towering on a thousand-foot cliff. It is also 500 feet high. It is built on the ancient Celtic castle and is reinforced with reinforced concrete. It is like sitting on a cliff. The king of steel.
This castle, which is reinforced by magic and protective enchantment, can withstand the heavy artillery attack of the Viking warship. His walls are equipped with thousands of photon cannons. When fighting, they draw power from the town. The bombardments that are launched are overwhelming and can easily expel thousands of Vikings. He has more than 60,000 iron rides in thousands of mechanical warehouses. The knights are fighting in these high-performance small gunboats, with powerful power and powerful firepower.
Here, it is the main base of the Knights of the Northern Heavens. It is very defensive and has more than 100,000 knights. More than 100,000 knights are on call, and they are resisting the invasion of foreign enemies throughout the year.
In the afternoon, the young Arthur walked through the castle's inorganic steel corridor, and finally finally found his master's dormitory. As a servant of the knight, the teenager should have lived in the knight's dormitory, so that the knight can prepare for the attack at any time. Helpless, his master disliked the rusticity of the boy, not worthy of the nobleness of the knight, deliberately arranged the juvenile to live in another dormitory, and only summoned the teenager when needed. To this end, the young man can't help but have all kinds of dissatisfaction. Every time he moves, he has to go a long way, very troublesome. As a man, he has to endure.
"Young Master, I am back." Arthur went into the room and gave a ceremony.
"I didn't expect you to come back safely. Your life is really hard." The knight was scornful, but couldn't hide the surprise on his face.
"Where, it is the blessing of your young master. I am in danger every time. It is just a common thing to escape from the dragon's mouth." Young Arthur said quietly.
"Hey, the light will slap the skin." The Cavaliers said, while wiping his beautiful and bright armor, "What's the matter?"
"This." Arthur took out the scales of the fire dragon, pretended to kneel down humbly, and handed the scales to the knight: "The dragon fell on the body. With it, you can prove that the young master had encountered the dragon."
"And prove what kind of coward you are." The teenager added a sentence.
"Idiot!" The knight angered, dropped his helmet and wiped half of the helmet, and slammed the boy with a slap: "[Encounter]? Have you ever had any use? To fight, it is useful to win?! - Or take Go back to the faucet, or take back the huge dragon breastplate. As for the dragon's claws, you can use it to make powerful weapons. Is that useful?"
"Please ask the young master not to say that this kind of strong man is difficult. Even the young master can not hurt the dragon, how can the villain win?" Arthur ignored the blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, said with a face.
(Is there a way to get it yourself?!)
"The words your boy said today are full of thorns." The Cavaliers said uncomfortably. He feels that it doesn't make sense to think about this kind of idiot. Let's go with it. "You can put your own small scales on the poor little scales. If you seal your mouth, don't take what happened today. Just say it."
The teenager asked another question: "Don't you really want to see this unusual fire red, maybe it is a valuable magic prop?"
"Less pull, your kid knows what magic." The Cavaliers disdain.
(You really didn't save it)
Arthur secretly sneered, and took out the lightsaber from his backpack. "Right, young master: there is another discovery."
"Ah, are you coming back? Didn't it fall?" the Cavaliers asked with surprise.
"Look at it, Master." Arthur clenched the lightsaber and opened the sword. The light blade was shot from the hilt and the whole room was suddenly illuminated by the green light.
However, the Cavaliers are not satisfied: "What is the short path of the sword? It is a third shorter than the original!"
"I think, this is what the young master said [falling bad]." Arthur pretended to be stupid and said quietly, "I still go to the workshop to fix it."
"No, no, it's like this!" The Cavaliers quickly stopped: "So, you hide it, sell it and dismantle it. Then you say to the workshop, my sabre is lost in the battle. Just right. I want to have a more powerful lightsaber, I will find a way to apply to it."
"But the young master, this sword can still be used -"
"This kind of cheap goods can't even pierce the dragon scales, even if I can use it, I don't want it!"
(It’s a good trick.)
Arthur was silent for a moment, obeying on the surface, but his heart was secretly happy: "...I understand, Master. Just like this. I will report to the workshop tomorrow morning."
"I understand it, you have a dead brain. You can go back to rest," said the Cavaliers.
Two hours later, in a small dorm. This alternate dormitory is arranged for those who have no use to be able to become a lower-level person to accompany the Cavaliers. The double room is very small and has poor living conditions, but there is no other knight's care and it is very free.
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The teenager played with machinery on a dirty bed.
He assembled the cheeks and the extra iron ride parts that were cheated. The components of the lightsaber have been disassembled, polished, reassembled, and they have been changed. No one knows that this was originally an armament assigned by the Knights of the Northern Heavens.
"Stealing the knight's sabre is a death sentence. Can you really do it?" a voice suddenly said.
Arthur was shocked and his heart stopped for a beat. He suddenly turned his head and looked at it: "Lancelot? Don't sneak out in the back to scare people!"
"Come out? I am looking at you behind you for an hour!" said the blonde teenager named Lancelot. "You really concentrate on even when I stand behind you, I can’t detect it? This is Is Arthur usually?"
Arthur looked back at his roommate and made a small hair. His beautiful blond hair and handsome face are incompatible with his servant's costume. The uninformed person may think that this is a son who is dressed as a servant and is in the Knights.
Compared with Arthur, who is so beautiful, this handsome boy makes Arthur feel uncomfortable. However, it is precisely because this young boy is so beautiful, no knights dare to use him after he bought it from the slave market. The knights are afraid that this boy is a royal aristocrat who is in trouble. If he uses a servant, I am afraid that he will Get into trouble. Therefore, Lancelot has been miserable in the Cavaliers to do a variety of mixed work, he earned a salary of Biaser is still less, do not know how many years of hard work can be done for their own.
Arthur sighed, and he said to his friends profoundly: "This is very important to me. This is the first time I really have a lightsaber."
"Stolen back?" Lancelot disdain.
"This is what Richard said he doesn't want." Arthur defended his crimes. "Just when I was recycling the waste."
Lancelot sneered, his white, clean teeth almost glared at Arthur's eyes: "Strange, Richard? That miser?"
What the blond boy thinks in his mind is just the shots of the knight on the face of Arthur. Will such people be generous? Unless the sun rises from the west.
"Oh." Arthur did not agree. He held the lighted sword in his hand and the light blade shot from the hilt.
"What is this? The light blade that is too short to die... is it broken?" Lancelot asked inexplicably.
"You take it." Arthur let go and the sword of the lightsaber disappeared. He handed the hilt to his friend.
Lancelot hesitated for a while.
"Just take it, but didn't ask you to wave it!" Arthur urged.
"Okay." Lancelot held the sword reluctantly, and the light blade shot again. But the length is much longer. This is the normal length.
"This, what's the matter?"
"It's normal. It seems that holding any photon weapon in my hand will reduce the effectiveness of the weapon," Arthur said.
"It's like a curse." Lancelot said that he knows that a friend's body has a certain speciality, but he never knew that Arthur's body would be so special: "Even then, you still think that you have become Is the quality of the swordsman?"
Arthur did not agree with the sneer: "The length of the sword is actually similar. If you are flexible, you can make a fatal blow to the enemy, even if you use a short sword. The existing photon light armor, in theory, no one can resist the light. The vertical spurs of the sword's tip, and the wearing of the photon heavy armor will make people's movements become cumbersome and difficult to escape from the attack. Therefore, the knight wearing heavy and heavy armor will never win the light and flexible swordsman."
Lancelot shook his head disdainfully, his golden bangs fluttering in the air: "That's just theory. Who is really not afraid of death, what armor does not wear on the battlefield?"
The pursuit of speed and ignorance of the defense is to kill.
"It takes courage to be a big thing," Arthur argued.
"In my opinion, you are just a madman who is not desperate." Lancelot sarcastically.
Although crazy, but for Arthur, that is the only chance to win, the only way to reverse the gap between him and ordinary people.
"You can't believe it. The usefulness of this theory will prove to you one day." Arthur was stubborn. That is to use the rationale to justify everything, but it can't cover up its own helplessness.
Lancelot did not argue that Arthur’s life would have been difficult enough, so don’t dismantle him.
The teenagers were still chatting and the alarm suddenly sounded in the base.
"It seems to be staying up late tonight." Lancelot glanced at the scene of the sky and the sky, and suddenly looked tired: "Vikings."