What's wrong with a lord daddy who just wants to draw cards?

Chapter 219-218- Lancelot
Arriving at the entrance of the 'Imperial City Prison' located on the outskirts of the Imperial City, the guards guarding the gate respectfully welcomed Domi in, and even the warden personally greeted the current popular man in the empire.

"Is your lord here to see that Lancelot?"

Duomi smiled and nodded: "Yes, the intelligence department has obtained confidential information about him. I want to chat with him in person for a while."

"Okay, I'll take you there right now, but there's something I need to tell you in advance. Lancelot is in the process of persuading him to surrender. Because something unexpected happened, his current condition may not be very good. You'd better be mentally prepared. "

"Don't worry."

The two of them first went down to the third underground floor, where heavyweight criminals were imprisoned. Then Domi followed the warden around the dungeon, and finally came to a cell.

It was pitch black inside, and you could only see clearly what was going on inside with an oil lamp. However, Domi had the ability to see at night, and the warden also had a short-term night vision effect after drinking the magic potion.

He looked into the cell. As the warden said in advance, Lancelot's condition was indeed not good. He was in quite a state of embarrassment. He fell against the wall and sat on a pile of straw, his head hung low, dark blue. His long hair was as messy as a bum.

It can be seen that he was originally a muscular and strong man, but now he has lost weight due to hunger. His prison uniform is tattered and stained with blood, and his body is full of traces of execution.

Moreover, everything in this era was more developed than other magical worlds. Only the toilet remained primitive, so there was still a strong odor emanating from the entire cell, which could be said to be quite unpleasant.

However, Domi didn't care. After all, he had learned to sneak into the toilet and assassinate him when he was very young.

Since the cells of serious offenders were cleaned much less frequently than those of minor offenders, the warden couldn't hold on any longer. After saying hello, he left this floor, leaving Duomi enough space.

The two of them were separated by an iron railing, as if they were in a completely different world.

Domi's lips slightly opened: "Lancelot of the Kingdom of Rumtitu, the leader of the private army of the Barlow family, the implementer of chivalry, obviously has the ability to leave alone but always protects the master. I have to say, you are indeed a figure."

After talking, Lancelot slowly raised his head in the cage. It was a face that was weathered but not too vicissitudes of life. The outline was as hard as a knife, the eye sockets were slightly sunken, the eyes were long and narrow, and the bridge of the nose was He has the image of a tough, ruthless and tough man who doesn't say much.

He spoke hoarsely and slowly: "The hatred of destroying a country is more resentful than the death of the master. I don't care who you are. Save your energy. I will never work for the enemy."

"Who is the enemy in your mouth?"

Lancelot's deep blue eyes looked at Domi, and their eye colors were surprisingly similar.

"Knowingly, the empire, and all the forces involved in the war."

"That's really good!"

Lancelot's brain shrank for a second. What does "too good" mean? ? ?
"Because then I can recruit you!"

When Lancelot heard this, he did not ask for details, but said the opposite:
"Is this the etiquette for people from the Lionheart Empire to receive people, separated by a ridiculous cage?"

The corners of Domi's lips pursed slightly, everything was running according to his preset script.

He took out the cell key directly from his pocket and opened the cell door without saying a word.

Lancelot's hands were still bound by the magic handcuffs, but when the cell door opened, the magic handcuffs shattered on the spot like they were made of plastic under his long operation. Lance was freed. Lott ran straight to Domi.

At first glance, this half-year-old child is no small person. Coupled with the warden's attitude towards him, it is very likely that he is a child of a noble family or a relative of the emperor.

If he can be used as a threat, the success rate of escaping will be greatly increased visibly!
Facing the battle-damaged version of Lancelot that rushed towards him like a small tank, Domi didn't panic at all. He took a deep breath to activate his body, and then he struggled with Lancelot and caught him because The flaw exposed due to excessive injuries, a fall over the shoulder!boom--

After falling to the ground without any cushion, apart from the pain, all that was left was shock.

When did a child become so powerful? !

Is it that the quality of education in Rumtitu cannot keep up or that the children of the Empire are too well fed? ? ?
Duomi did not get angry and kill everyone, but stretched out his hand to him:

"It is not the fault of a gentleman that he was born in a small country. I can understand that our positions are different, so we must be enemies. But what if I stand on a position that neither belongs to the empire nor to any force that invades your homeland? "

"Are you willing to join my command?"

Lancelot was silent. The words "It is not the fault of a gentleman to be born in a small country" really touched the pain point in his heart, and he felt extremely empathetic.

As the leader of a noble's private army, he often acted with the nobles he served and met many big figures, including the ruling class of the Langtitu Kingdom. He heard too many shady stories with his naturally good hearing.

He realized early on that the entire kingdom was corrupt, but he had no ability to change it at all. After all, he was just a knight.

Including his master, the Barlow nobles were not good people. If he hadn't been favored by them since childhood, what these people had done would have been enough for him to kill them a thousand times in accordance with the knight's creed.

But in the end, even if I no longer liked these guys, I still abided by the spirit of chivalry and protected them until the last moment...

Why doesn't he want to have a better destination that is more worthy of his efforts?

But this destination must not be the people who destroyed his homeland. No matter how corrupt the homeland is, it is still the hometown where he was born and raised.

But Duomi avoided this point accurately and cleverly.

Lancelot did not extend his hand immediately, but asked: "What is your position..."

"I created a mercenary organization, the Sword of the Kingdom, and that's what I stand for. I want you to go there and be the leader there, and work with a lovely lady you might get along with to train the soldiers. , organize logistics, and direct operations, just like you did before."

"The Sword of the Kingdom only belongs to me. As I am not required to obey the empire, and I have never participated in a war to invade your homeland, the position of the Sword of the Kingdom is completely in line with yours."

"How about it, think about it?"

Lancelot's expression was complicated, but he still asked the last question with firm eyes. The answer to this question would determine whether he would follow this extraordinary young man in front of him:

"There are obviously countless people who are more powerful than me and can lead troops to fight better than me. Why did they find me?"

"I'm humble Lancelot, you may not be the most powerful, but you are still the first to catch both, and what makes me make a decision is not only your ability, but more importantly your quality and chivalry. And faith still shines brightly even in this turbid world.”

At that moment, Lancelot had the urge to die for his confidant. Isn't this the destination he has been looking for?

For the first time, a subtle smile appeared on his serious expression: "As long as you don't let me do anything I don't want to do, I'm willing to give it a try..."

(End of this chapter)