Chapter 24: Barrotan's question

The so-called knight does not necessarily have to ride a tall horse! Riding a cow, donkey, mule, turtle, dragon, and... Sometimes it can be called a knight, and the same can be proven - there are knights who ride nothing!

The Holy Spirit Knight is a title, which only represents a kind of identity. The Holy Spirit Knight Druman in front of him has never ridden a horse in his life!

The old farmer felt Feng Kan and the others' gaze, raised his dark face, and smiled foolishly in front of everyone!

The invisible pressure that had been shrouding Feng Kan and Ainius suddenly disappeared!

"Good! This place seems to be unprepared, but in fact there is no need for it, right?"

"Please forgive me for meeting with Mr. this way! Just because I really can't leave here now!"

In the dark brick house, the melodious sound of the Boerla harp floats out leisurely. The crisp and gentle sound of the piano slowly waters the hearts of the audience like a clear winding stream.

"Uh! You're so kind!"

Although he was a little surprised why the other party locked him in such a small house, the old otaku didn't mind how the other party communicated with him. With his heartless personality, of course he wouldn't feel flattered, but he was actually a little nervous. After all, the person in front of him is the living history of the Kingdom of St. Ostan!

However, compared to the great prophet's prominent identity, he cared more about what kind of piano skills could enable an ordinary musical instrument to speak in a straight voice!

"I was so admonished to invite the Jazz to come, but I actually had some doubts that I needed to answer!"

Hearing the words of the Great Elder Barrotan, Archbishop Veronica, who was with him, silently signaled the people around him to leave for the time being, and then disappeared into the cathedral.

"Anius!"

Seeing the Archbishop's actions, the old otakus also knew that the conversation below them was not suitable for others to be present, so he turned around and signaled that the Beast-Ear Maid would leave for the time being.

"What, actually, Lord Veronica knows about our affairs. It's actually the same if you ask her!"

When everyone else left, the old otaku regained his hippie smiley expression - pretending to be stupid, he has always been very good at playing with it!

"Can you show me the heraldry on the jazz's hand?"

Barrotan suddenly asked Feng Kan’s most worried question!

“…”

The smile froze on Feng Kan's face for a moment!

"What, what heraldic emblem?"

The small brick house became lonely and silent, but the old otakus could still feel the smile of Elder Barrotan.

"Don't worry, I didn't tell anyone about this! Veronica didn't tell anyone else that we can keep silent if the Jazz doesn't want anyone to know!"

The melodious sound of the Boerla harp is like a pair of gentle big hands comforting Feng Kan's mood that is swaying from side to side due to surprise and doubt!

“…”

"Just, you are indeed an upright person and are not used to lying!" Barrotan's voice was filled with a smile, "You don't need to worry, I just hope to confirm something!"

"You might as well say I'm awesome!"

The old otakus smiled helplessly and took off his gloves.

“…”

Silence, for a long time, the air around him seemed a little depressed, and the great prophet seemed to be thinking about something carefully!

“‘Come in the eyes of the gods;

Take roots under Aussett’s attention;

One hand protects life and spreads death;

Create destruction with one hand and create with the other hand;

Struggle in the past and the future, wander in the light and darkness;

Inherit the will of the gods and follow the laws of chaos;

Aussettine calls it—’…”

After a long time, it seemed like a dream, and the language interpreted by the piano made people feel a little dazed.

"Excuse me……"

“What do you think is ‘freedom’?”

Barrotan interrupted the other party's question and suddenly asked such a strange question without thinking!

"ah?"

Feng Kan was stunned for a moment, but he didn't expect the other party to ask such a question!

"free?"

"Yes!"

"Well..." The old otakus hugged his hands together, frowned and distressed, "To be honest, I really don't know much about this! Most countries in our world claim to be 'freedom and democracy', but it seems that everyone has their own understanding of what 'freedom' is. Even in the most developed countries, some people still feel unfree!"

"What about you? How do you understand?"

"Me?" The old otakus looked up at the blue sky, and his frown gradually stretched out. "For me, freedom is not about doing whatever he wants, but about not doing anything he wants, no one can force me to do anything he wants!"

"So that's what it is...it seems..."

Barrotan seemed to be muttering to himself something.

"May I ask..." Feng Kan was not sure whether the other party was satisfied with his answer, so he asked carefully.

"Dear Sir Feng Kan!" Barrotan seemed to have confirmed what he wanted to confirm, "I have something to tell you!"

"Please give me advice!"

"It's like this. Although not many people know about it yet, Truntuk is actually facing a huge threat at present! My mentor once made the last prophecy when he left this world. I think this prophecy has been confirmed now, so I hope you can..."

"Please wait a little!"

Feng Kan squeezed his face into a ball and grabbed his head in distress.

"That... suddenly raised such a heavy topic. To be honest, I can't stand it..."

"..." Ballotan.

"..." The old otaku.

"You are so humorous!"

"We're telling the truth!"

At this moment, the old otaku's eyes were even more innocent than Little Red Riding Hood...

Feng Kan never expected that such a vulgar plot would come to him one day! He seemed to see an old man with dirty and undressed face saying to him: "Young man! I see that your bones are a peerless master in all directions... The task of maintaining world peace will be handed over to you in the future." Then should we code a row of books with rough workmanship like homework books for first-grade primary school students, with all the titles from "Nine Yin Sutra", "Six-Meridian Divine Sword" to "Tathagata Divine Palm"?

joke!

Still the same sentence:

Wife, child, warm kang,

Peasant women, mountain springs, and some fields.

——This life is enough!

The old otakus has never been arrogant to save the world! He just hopes to be able to stay in his home quietly and do what he wants to do!

Although he is now giving advice for Fastro VII, he is just giving advice and giving advice! This is just to make St. Ostan no longer be bullied by Jamins! The reason why he did this is just to see Fastro VII pleased! That's all! Of course, now he has a more justified reason to do these things - isn't it natural to help his father-in-law?

However, this only remaining great elder of St. Ostan, the Great Prophet of Barrotan, seems to be...

"Sorry! I seem to be too impatient!"

The Great Prophet Barrotan was not angry because of the old otaku's attitude. "I just saw the teacher's prophecy become a reality, so I was so excited!"

"This, how can you be sure that I am...what... mentioned?"

"Haha, I naturally have my method! But everyone has their own little secrets, right?"

"Uh! You're right!"

"I just made an excessive request. I hope that the respected jazz can forgive my presumptuousness!"

"That...are you angry?"

"Sir Feng Kan just said that freedom is not about doing whatever you want, but about not doing anything you want to do, no one can force himself to do anything! Also, I don't have any right to interfere with your freedom!"

"this……"

The other party is so reasonable that the old otaku is at a loss!

"Time will tell, I think Aussett will show us the way!"

“Ausceptine!?”

The strange uncle with silver-white hair lying lazily on the white beach chair appeared in Feng Kan’s mind again!
Chapter completed!