"The agreement is not something that cannot be violated, nor is it a magic contract!" Leo's voice subconsciously raised a little, but soon looked around nervously and lowered it again, "What determines whether the agreement can be implemented is strength and strength! So now Capes cannot have the strength to make other countries abide by the agreement, so I think it will be in chaos."

"Really?" Roger was a little surprised, but lowered his head to eat. "It seems that I have to be ready to escape at any time."

"Escape?" Leo looked at Roger in disbelief. "Are you not a member of the City Defense Team, a soldier from the Principality of Capes? You can actually say such things as escaping."

"As you said, the royal family no longer has the ability to maintain the Millennium Agreement. If they have no strength, they will definitely be destroyed. So what else can they do if they don't leave?"

"Saving and dying with the country." Leo was a little excited, "Isn't this what we should do? When the war is approaching, men should pick up their swords and carry their shields, becoming a legend on this battlefield and an epic existence that has been circulated by later generations!"

"Do you know magical skills?" Roger asked.

"Won't."

"Do you know magic?"

"Won't."

"Do you have blood inheritance or blood power?"

"No."

"You still want to be a hero if you have nothing?" Roger lowered his head and bite the pork chop.

"That's not what he said!" Leo was a little angry, "Who stipulates that heroes are those people? Didn't King Arthur of Britain also a wild boy at first? Isn't Capes's original king also a great master with no ability at the beginning? Courage, belief, fighting spirit, and determination. These are the factors that determine heroes, not abilities!"

"Then tell me... If the war really breaks out, who is most likely to become a hero in this tavern? Or legend?"

Leoben wanted to talk about himself, but looking at Roger as if he didn't want to say it was you, he closed his mouth again, looked around for a moment, and lowered his voice.

"First of all, the one sitting on the windowsill looked poor, hunched over, and had no energy at all. It must be him..."

Seeing Roger nodding without comment, Leo turned his head to look at the others.

"That in the corner is not that. He looks too ordinary, I mean. I can't see anything special about him..."

Roger glanced at the corner of the black-haired mixed-race that seemed to be from the East. He really looked very ordinary, with ordinary linen clothing, ordinary faces, no swords and no other weapons. He had two bracelets on his wrist. One of them looked very beautiful, with a blue like water droplets, and the other hand was a simple wrist guard with no material. He looked like an ordinary passenger. But Roger still felt something was wrong.

Yes, something is wrong, it's too ordinary, so ordinary that you can't define adjectives other than ordinary.

“Sometimes, ordinary people often create miracles, or surprise, or live longer than anyone else.”

Roger said this, and he didn't know why he said this. But he subconsciously said it, but after he finished speaking, Roger lowered his head and ate his own food. A chef's son and a small city guard soldier should not say such things that seem more suitable for poets and philosophers.

Leo didn't care, but just sighed. He was a little leisurely and fascinated: "Even if you can't be a hero, it would be much better to be a hero's follower. In the future, history books will record this way. On a certain year, month, and day, the sacred and great lion king met Leo, his most loyal and brave servant in a tavern. The wheel of history began its trajectory at this moment..."

In fact, if we really want to describe it, the wheel of history did not turn like this. Perhaps several years later, Leo and Roger didn't know that when the wheel of history began to rotate, the direction of the world might be a very critical person, who was waiting in the tavern for another real person who "the wheel of history began to turn forward at this moment" and listened to their conversation as they waited.

Something interesting, Zhou Chu thought.

Did the creator of history and destiny, heroes and recorded people in legends and epics? He never thought about these things. Even at this moment, he still thought about how to survive and continue to be stronger, but he had already realized that he seemed to have become one of the people who could change the future and future of this world to a certain extent, at least this world.

But this is not our world. He thought, so he needed more, so he also needed to make everything better and obtain more, as well as to ensure the plan. As for what kind of future this plan will change the world and affect the direction it will affect, that is something he cannot consider, nor can he consider.

So Zhou Chu just listened to the conversation between the two Noorist citizens named Leo and Roger, and then continued to wait.

It was not until a man with a black cloak walked past the door directly opposite, Zhou Chu stood up and left the tavern.

Zhou Chu followed the black cloak slowly and passed several streets. Then the black cloak walked into a house. Zhou Chu looked around and found no suspicious signs. After waiting for a while, he followed him, walked up the steps, and knocked on the door gently.

A low voice came from behind the door.

"who?"

"Another time and space in the distant East."

This was the agreed secret code, so the door opened quickly. Zhou Chu flashed in and closed the door again.

This is not a big house. The living room is a bit crowded, but the decorations around it still give people a sense of home warmth. It is just that sitting there with the few people standing there, but it is a bit out of place with this feeling.

Zhou Chu stared at the black cloak and looked at it, a little unsure.

"clever?"

"Who else can I be if it's not me?" Gao Ming took off his hood and revealed his appearance. Despite his transformation, he could still see some similarities from his facial features. The butterfly sat aside and glanced at Gao Ming with a blank look.

"Don't let the brothers who have been separated for many years recognize each other but dare not recognize each other. If you look at the watch, you will know who is who?"

Gao Ming's mouth twitched, but he didn't say anything.

Zhou Chu looked around the living room, then looked at Gao Ming.

"All have arrived?"

"Yeah, it's all here."

The figure is still very tall. Even if he has become blond and blue-eyed, Wang Shi can be identified. Yan Bo, the old housekeeper who disguises himself as a noble style in the British Empire, and the little girl who looks a little timid like a doll, wearing a princess dress and looks a little timid, is naturally Xiao An.
Chapter completed!