It seed like a beast on the sea, and decades ago, there were hundreds or thousands of such beasts. For so reason, it is now the only one here alone.
This was already enough.
Decades later, the people of Jiuxia walked out of the Forgotten Great Wall and set foot on the Western world once again.
As the large ship slowly docked, the dense morning fog gradually dissipated, revealing not only Arthur and the queen but also a large group of accompanying personnel; so served as guards, others as translators. Everyone appeared very excited, especially the translator.
At this mont, the excitent in Rod’s heart was hard for others to comprehend. He still rembered his childhood longing for the mysterious East. From then on, he was determined to study the mysterious Jiuxia. He worked hard to get into the best university and, under the puzzled gazes of others, plunged into the study of languages. Under his ntor’s years of guidance, he learned the Jiuxia language.
On the day of his graduation, he felt like a warrior about to embark on a journey, ready to carve out a world with his skills. Yet at this sacred mont, his ntor apologized to him in pain.
Rod was very bewildered.
The ntor, deeply saddened, said that ever since the Jiuxia people appeared at the port of Reindona decades ago, they have not appeared again, and the route to the East has never been opened.
Rod’s world collapsed at that mont. It felt like he had spent more than twenty years mastering martial arts, only to have his master point a gun at him on the day of graduation, saying, "Hey! Rod, this thing is much more useful than martial arts!"
Originally, Rod thought the grief in his heart could never be resolved, but later, as an expert in the Jiuxia language, he was recruited as a special talent into the Purification chanism until today.
The large ship ca to a stop, and under the gaze of everyone, a Knight disembarked from the ship.
Actually, those present were uncertain whether to call this person a Knight. Although he wore armor, it was evidently different from the armor known in the Western world. It didn’t seem cumberso; it was mostly made of tal scales, wrapping the edges of clothing and the vital parts of the body, making it much lighter than traditional armor.
He had a sword at his waist, yet on his back was a gun holster with a finely crafted rifle sticking out of it,
Then everyone saw the Knight’s face. He was an old man, his hair flecked with gray, but his pitch-black eyes shone with light. He saw the Queen and imdiately recognized her, laughing as he moved forward.
"I suppose you are the current Queen Victoria."
Unexpectedly, this old man could speak the Western language; although he had a slight accent, communication was not difficult.
"This isn’t our first eting."
The Queen, sitting in a wheelchair, smiled and extended her hand.
"I know, our Zuo Family’s greatest trait is a good mory. I rember you; back then, you were by your mother’s side, still a child, and it’s been so long in a blink of an eye."
The old man and the Queen held hands, looking even happier than everyone present, his gaze still darting around.
"I never thought I’d have the opportunity to set foot on this land again." The old man sighed deeply, "Ti flies; when I last stood on this land, I was a young lad, but now I’m an old fool."
"Now, Ingwig has also undergone new changes, and for you, this will be a new world too."
"Really?"
There was a lot of expectation in the old man’s gaze.
"In any case, welco back, Nation-Builder, Left Garrison General."
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