The strongest door-to-door son-in-law

Chapter 1734 Cedric
A red archbishop walked in from outside. His face looked a little serious and cold.

Barnard ranked third among the cardinals and, like Owen, was one of Griot's most favored courtiers.

Walking up to Griot, Barnard bowed and saluted carefully, and then said: "Your Majesty, the special envoy of the United States of America requests to see you."

Glio frowned impatiently: "Owen, go deal with him."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Owen nodded.

"Your Majesty, I thought it would be a good idea to meet them. After all, our educational activities in the United States depend on their help, so we should give them some face," Barnard reminded.

Glio thought for a moment and said, "Okay, let him come in."

Barnard bent down and hurried out.

After a while, Barnard led a semi-bald middle-aged man in.

The man has a sharp vision and a calm expression. You can tell at a glance that he is a powerful character.

"Dear Your Majesty the Pope, I am Boris, the special envoy of the United States. It is a great honor to be received by you."

"May the Lord bless you." A faint smile appeared on Glio's face.

"Your Majesty, such a terrifying and powerful man has appeared in the dark world. He is a great threat to both the Western world and the Holy See. Therefore, on behalf of the United States, I sincerely request you..."

Before Boris could finish his words, he was interrupted by Glio: "I know your purpose, but I don't want any more blood to be shed."

"His Majesty the Pope..." Boris was a little anxious.

"Okay, I'm going to rest." Glio's face became solemn again, and he left directly after saying that.

Boris was left on the spot, dumbfounded, and said with a wry smile: "Your Excellency Owen, Mr. Barnard, this...?"

Owen and Barnard also looked at each other, neither of them expected that the Pope would not give the American people face.

The tactful Owen smoothed things over: "Your Majesty Boris, your Majesty is not in a good mood today. As you know, we have just lost two brave and loyal Templars."

"I am also very sorry about this, but because of this, we in the United States hope that His Majesty the Pope can deal with the Chinese person personally." Boris said bluntly.

"Boris, my friend, you don't understand His Majesty." Barnard suddenly sighed, "His Majesty is keen on art and charity. He tries to avoid wars and fights unless necessary."

"What should we do?" Boris looked frustrated.

"There is nothing we can do. His Majesty's orders are supreme." Owen shrugged, expressing his helplessness.

Barnard thought for a while and said slowly: "Sir Boris, I have an idea."

"What's your idea? Tell me quickly." Boris looked impatient.

Barnard said a name: "Cedric!"

"Cedric!?" Owen and Boris both exclaimed.

"Yes, I heard that Cedric has returned and is recuperating in England." Barnard said meaningfully, "Now, apart from the Pope, I am afraid he is the only one who can fight with that Chinese."

"I also asked Cedric for help during this siege, but he refused." Boris said helplessly.

"You don't know Cedric. He was defeated by the Chinese before and has always been brooding about it. With his proud and aloof character, he will only choose to defeat the enemy in an upright manner, and he will not participate in your group fight."

"I heard that Cedric's cultivation level has broken through and he has gained more power. If you ask him to deal with that Chinese man alone, he will definitely agree."

"Really? Great!" Boris clapped his hands, "Thank you, old friend, I will go to England right away."

"Wish you a safe journey." Barnard smiled.England, somewhere.

This is a place that few people know about, but it is rated by National Geographic as one of the fifty most worthwhile places in the world.

It's quiet and beautiful here, like a fairyland. Everywhere is as elegant as an orchid in the empty valley and the majesty of the water and sky.

At this moment, the sun was slightly slanting, and the golden sunset cast thousands of beautiful afterglows.

The lakeside is full of green, with fungus-like grasslands and dense forests everywhere.

The satin-like tranquil lake water ripples gently, and is extremely clear with sparkling waves, blending in with the brilliant sunset.

All of this is really picturesque. I believe that no matter how many worries you have, you can completely forget them here.

On a towering boulder by the lake, a tall figure loomed.

Her back was sitting upright, motionless, and her blond hair was blowing in the wind, like golden waves.

A powerful and majestic aura lurked around, making everything nearby feel a little solemn.

With a majestic face, eyes as clear as water, and a kingly demeanor... he is the patron saint of England, Cedric!
Cedric lowered his head and gently stroked a luxurious sword on his lap, as if stroking the smooth skin of his lover.

The long sword is gorgeously decorated, and the scabbard is studded with precious stones. It is clearly the damaged sword of the king!
Ye Feng united with the vampires and fought a fierce battle with Cedric and his twelve Knights of the Round Table in the castle.

In the end, Cedric was defeated, and the King's Sword and scabbard were damaged, but unexpectedly they were repaired.

Cedric looked leisurely while stroking the King's Sword, recalling an unforgettable scene.

After losing the King's Sword, he seemed to have lost his soul and turned into a walking corpse, panicking and blaming himself all day long.

King Arthur's heroic spirit inspired him, and his amazing determination and perseverance catalyzed him, allowing him to get out of adversity.

Lake Avalon, the holy lake in the kingdom of elves, the entrance to the world of the gods, a mysterious and missing place.

Cedric had lost count of how long he had knelt down by Lake Avalon and how many prayers he had said devoutly.

When Cedric's energy gradually ran out, Lake Avalon finally opened its arms to him.

Cedric threw the broken King's Sword and scabbard into Lake Avalon.

An hour later, a passionate wave of water sent out the radiant and intact King's Sword.

The King's Sword was reborn, giving Cedric greater power.

While Cedric was immersed in memories, the sound of gentle footsteps came from the path by the lake.

"Great King." A young man said respectfully beside the boulder.

"What's the matter?" Cedric asked with a majestic look.

"A special envoy from the United States, named Boris, wants to see you." The young man replied.

"Boris? Is he the American who came to see me last time?" Cedric thought about it.

"Yes."

"What's he doing here again?" Cedric had a thoughtful expression on his face.

"It's not difficult to guess his purpose." The young man smiled.

(End of this chapter)