King Arthur, Apprentice of Roger’s Company Chapter 286

“Sandstorm Pirates, Mad Wolf Mols takes his seat…”

“Grand Prince Kaltanson of the Domirser Principality takes his seat…”

“Minister of Foreign Affairs Lord Tosser of the Pursayas Empire takes his seat…”

“Underground Emperor, Newspaper Tycoon takes his seat…”

“Dark Emperor, the Fulyasassas family takes its seat…”

“…”

A string of ceremonial announcements, amplified by magic artifacts through the little secretary’s shouts, instantly spread to the grandstands built in the square.

On the tiered grandstands.

Even if their heights, statuses, and locations were different.

The sounds they heard, however, resonated in their ears at the same time.

The sound was clear.

The tone was subtle.

As if whispering to them right beside their ears.

And the images projected on the large screen in front of them were all perfectly detailed, constantly transmitting distant images, vivid and clear. ( 823) They could also rotate with their gaze, and the perspective would switch accordingly, as if they were seeing it with their own eyes.

The marvel of the magic artifacts opened the eyes of many, who exclaimed in delight.

These artifacts, so different from anything in this world.

Made these people feel like Granny Liu visiting the Grand View Garden, the suppression from civilization, the technological level decades ahead, was truly admirable.

Many who were captivated by this civilization even entertained the idea of settling down here.

Hmm…

Especially this magic popcorn.

Munching and crunching.

A series of frantic eating sounds, accompanied by the rapid intake of popcorn, echoed from an inconspicuous grandstand. The ravenous eating could even be featured as a live-streaming sales host in a past life’s short videos.

This yellow popcorn.

And what about this magic gibberish? It doesn’t feel like anything!

He grumbled, his cheeks puffed out.

But it didn’t affect the speed of his storm-like consumption in the slightest.

The half-person-tall popcorn bucket was half-emptied in a blink of an eye, making the nearby staff stare in wide-eyed astonishment.

Hmm…

Well, to be fair, it really tastes good!

He picked up one and examined it in his hand.

Light yellow, coated with various concentrated syrups, the taste was colorful, crunchy when bitten, and the flavor was outstandingly good, making it hard not to give a fair assessment.

Much tastier than the senbei he snatched from that guy, hmm! After returning, he must recommend it to him, otherwise, he wouldn’t have a place to steal from in the future~

He secretly gave himself a thumbs-up, his lowered hat brim covering half his face.

His gaze, directed towards the highest point.

Couldn’t help but narrow slightly, as if something was hidden beneath his seemingly nonsensical exterior.

It was definitely not as simple as it looked.

Armament Haki flashed on his fist, fleeting as if it were just an illusion.

“Whitebeard Pirates…Squad Captain Marco the Phoenix! Takes his seat…”

“Adam Empire! His Majesty Adam takes his seat…”

As the remaining two heavyweight guests took their seats, the festive atmosphere on the field instantly reached its peak.

“Whitebeard! The one known as one of the Three Legendary Pirates alongside Roger, has he sent someone too? And it’s his son Marco, isn’t this a second-generation leader?”

“Hiss…I wonder if that Sky Pirate will come?”

“Anyway, I know Big Mom won’t be attending, hahaha…”

“You guys are really arrogant!”

“…”

“Compared to these! I’m more interested in that New King! Even His Majesty of the Adam Empire is personally attending, yet he’s still putting on airs and refusing to show his face?”

“Isn’t that a bit too arrogant?!”

Someone frowned, seemingly just complaining, but in reality, maliciously stirring up conflict.

Those who could make the journey and sit here.

None were simple individuals, all were powerful figures holding significant authority.

Strong in power, naturally big in temper!

If they felt slighted, leaving an impression of arrogance and difficulty to get along with, even if nothing happened openly, it would certainly add much resistance to Britannia in secret.

Hehehe!

Just as these ill-intentioned individuals were stirring up opposing emotions, feeling smug and believing their plan had succeeded.

Gasps of surprise suddenly erupted around them. (For exhilarating novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

“Up in the sky!”

“What do you see in the sky?!”

“A black dot? A monster? A bird? Who can tell me why it looks like a lion?!”

“But—”

“If it’s a lion, what does it mean to have wings and fly in the sky?!”

The sky was clear and azure.

The sun shone brightly, with not a cloud in sight.

Precisely because of this, the sudden anomaly in the sky was particularly striking.

On the clear blue canvas.

An eagle’s head, a lion’s body, and a wild tail.

The brilliant sunlight shone on its golden fur, shimmering brightly…

The powerful mythical beast galloped and soared through the air, its four strong legs treading on nothingness, with a pair of wings attached to its back. As its wings flapped, the distance it covered leaped forward abruptly.

It was as fast as teleportation, its trajectory almost impossible to capture. Only a handful of powerful individuals could discern its changes. Its extreme speed created a visual illusion, as if it were traversing through space.

Marine Headquarters Vice Admiral

Those brats aren’t even this fast…

The sloppy old man, stuffing himself with magic popcorn, paused his chewing slightly, his fists instinctively clenched, then quickly relaxed.

One or two powerful mythical beasts were one thing; the vast sea was never short of special species, even having monstrous creatures like Zunesha that carried continents…

But this!

Clearly not just one or two, but a whole group! A howling group!

Orderly!

Neatly arranged!

As if they had undergone rigorous training, they were definitely not scattered individuals but elite forces.

“Someone…”

“There are people on those winged lions!”

“Good heavens, it’s true, are these all battalions subdued by someone?!”

“Hiss… This is too exaggerated, isn’t it? Who can subdue these mythical beasts whose speed rivals that of a Vice Admiral, and can also fly…”

Strange glances.

Unanimously turned towards the highest grandstand.

Located in Britannia.

These individuals riding mythical beasts could fly brazenly in the air.

Yet, the guards on the celebration platform seemed oblivious ( 3.1), as if they had long anticipated it. What else was there to say?

If anyone could truly achieve this!

In this sea area!

There was definitely only one force that could subdue them and accomplish this step!

The New King of Britannia

—Arthur!

Everyone.

Even if they were unwilling to believe it in their hearts, they couldn’t help but cast their gaze towards the top, their posture inadvertently taking on a hint of reverence…

Under the gaze of all.

Arthur, clad in armor, wearing a crown, and with a majestic expression, emerged tall and slender.

“Welcome, everyone, to Britannia!”

“Everyone—”

“You’ve waited long enough!!”

“Don’t worry, those griffins are all under the command of Britannia’s knights, responsible for patrolling the safety of the celebration, and will not harm people at will!”

“If you encounter danger, you can call them.”

“As for their name? You can call them—the Knights of Glory!”