Alex stood quietly there, silent in this stagnant and dead dream.
Another long while passed.
"Don't meddle too much in Jack's fate. It won't do you any good..."
Alex said slowly.
Philip shook his head.
"I'm sorry, Your Majesty. I... didn't do this on purpose. When I received the guidance of fate, I knew that he would be the key to breaking the impasse and an important figure who could help me completely get rid of the entanglement of the dream world... I have no ill will towards him, but... life is really like a dream. It's as if I have known him for a long time. I want to help him quickly ascend to a high position and help him step onto the real stage."
Alex gave him a long look.
Thoughtful.
Then, he murmured a subtle word.
Philip was startled because he heard four vague words:
"The Ring of Fate..."
Alex raised his head and warned indifferently:
"The guidance of fate is sometimes not necessarily true and correct, I hope you keep this in mind... In addition, excessive and blindly pushing will bring about the opposite bad luck."
Philip was lost in thought, and finally bowed his head deeply.
"Thank you for your teachings, Your Majesty."
Alex stopped talking, and the silver rings in his eyes slowly faded.
The scenes around seemed to have pressed the start button and started moving again, returning to normal.
Alex was unaware of all this. A look of vigilance and doubt appeared on his face again. He pointed at Philip and shouted:
"You suspicious fellow, I order you to surrender now! Otherwise, my sword will chop off your head!"
As if to prove his words, a sword flashing with dazzling light fell from the sky and landed in Alex's hands. He flew up with the sword in his hand like a hero in myth and legend, emitting golden light that illuminated the entire night sky.
The princess tilted her head back, clasped her hands together in prayer, and adoration and respect ripples in her beautiful eyes.
The crowd watching the bonfire party also cheered enthusiastically, shouting Alex's name.
When Philip saw this scene, he took a deep breath.
He knew that the other party was almost invincible in this exclusive dreamland...
If I were hit by the sword, it would be quite troublesome.
However, after meeting His Majesty, I was finally allowed to leave.
Philip was about to wake up.
But at this moment, I could faintly hear Mo Hu's prayers -
"The fate of the roll, the joy of the practitioner, the smiling clown... Lord Philip, if you can hear the voice of my subordinates, I beg you to save the tea party. The despicable murder club has sent five incarnations of the Knights of the Round Table to imprison us..."
He couldn't help but frown.
“Is this Manolan’s voice?”
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Jack Winery.
Spirit world.
Everyone at the evening tea party, led by Manolan, was trapped in a "cocoon cage" woven with shadow mud, hanging high in the air, with black silk threads straightly connected to the ceiling.
Directly below, black shadows cast five high-backed chairs, on which sat five Knights of the Round Table.
Chen Lun stood by with a silver cane in one hand and a black top hat in the other, watching the scene with interest.
"You only have ten seconds."
Knight Mulenga spoke indifferently.
"When the time comes, the shadow will penetrate your body and extract your spirit. This process will last for 43,200 seconds... By then, every second will be beyond ordinary pain."
Manolan felt the cold shadow wrapped tightly around him, and sweat covered his cheeks.
He knew he didn't have much time left.
His mouth opened slowly, but he didn't dare to speak easily.
Every member of the Evening Tea Party has signed a "fortune contract", and his own destiny is closely linked to the tea party. Once he leaks a secret, causing the tea party to be severely damaged or even destroyed, he will eventually die as well.
If you say it, you will die; if you don’t say it, you will die.
Just speaking it out will slow down the process, but it won't make any difference in the outcome.
The tremendous pressure brought by death almost made him faint.
Manolan could only pray madly in her heart to President Howard and Acting President Philip, praying that they could hear her voice and perform a miracle.
"Ten, nine, eight..."
Knight Mulenga placed his hands on the armrests of the black high-back chair and spoke indifferently.
The cold countdown echoed throughout the space.
Manolan's heart was already beating violently, and he could hardly bear this torture anymore.
"Four, three, two..."
Just as the countdown was about to reach one, Manolan gritted his teeth and prepared to speak.
And just at this moment.
Mulenga stopped talking, and together with the other four Knights of the Round Table, they all looked to the right. Manolan and the others paused, and also turned their bloodshot eyes and looked in the direction of their sight—
It was originally just a corner of the living room, with an old upright wooden clock.
The pendulum swings left and right as the second hand jumps, making a clicking sound.
But in the invisible air ahead, a blond man slowly walked out.
A retro black and white striped dress, a signature slicked-back hair, a haggard face, and deep dark circles under the eyes…
Manolan and others immediately recognized the visitor. It was the acting president of the tea party, His Majesty Philip!
They couldn't help but be overjoyed, and a bright light of hope was born in their red eyes.
There is help!
The five Knights of the Round Table stood up in unison, looking at the strange visitor with serious and vigilant expressions.
They all clearly felt the mythical aura of this blond man.
This means that the other party is also a person in a high position.
Moreover, the sequence must be one level higher!
What concerned them the most was that this person came in person, not as an incarnation like them!
"Who is your Excellency?"
Ginsburg asked in a deep voice.
Philip looked around, sighed with some trouble, and said in a tired tone:
"You can call me Philip. I am now forced to serve as the acting president of the Evening Tea Party."
“?!”
The five Knights of the Round Table shrank their heads and looked at each other in silence.
Acting President of the Evening Tea Party?!
They had never heard of such a person.
The current situation seems to be a bit troublesome...
'Philip?!'
Chen Lun, who was standing aside, felt his whole body tremble. He stared at the tired blond man not far away and felt unbelievable.
"Isn't he already dead?! How could it be... Is it just a coincidence that they share the same name... "
From the moment Philip appeared, Chen Lun became alert. The other party ignored the space disturbed by the "Spiritual Fire" and stepped into this area without being affected.
The reactions of the five Knights of the Round Table around him also told him that the other party was by no means a simple character.
In all likelihood, it's someone in a high position!
"Don't be nervous, haha..."
Philip raised his hands in surrender and said with a smile.
But no one present reacted, and the fear on the faces of the five Knights of the Round Table deepened.
"Why are you so serious? Smile."
Philip coughed awkwardly twice, but no one paid any attention.
She shrugged, then looked at the gentleman in black clothes beside the five Knights of the Round Table, with a sincere smile on her face and a very emotional tone:
"Jack, we finally meet."
Everyone present, including the five Knights of the Round Table, looked extremely surprised and suspicious.
Jack actually knows this man? !
Chen Lun widened his eyes and asked uncertainly:
"You... Are you really Philip?!"
"Why do you have such a problem? It's so strange..."
Philip was a little surprised. He patted his black and white striped dress and said proudly and a little boastfully:
"How is it? Isn't this outfit of mine cool? Isn't it handsome? I look like a wild male zebra, attracting everyone's attention!"
She also winked at Chen Lun, as if sharing with a friend, and whispered:
"I wore it the other day with a beautiful zebra lady..."
Philip clicked his tongue and gave a look that said you know what I mean.
Chen Lun was stunned.
He can now basically confirm...
The other party was the Philip he knew.
"We'll talk later."
Philip said something to him, then smiled and looked at the other Knights of the Round Table:
"Excuse me, my friends, what happened? Can you tell me about it?"
The five Knights of the Round Table exchanged glances, but still couldn't figure out each other's attitude.
However, due to the opponent's strength, it was not a good idea to turn hostile, so the tall Knight Ginsberg came forward and narrated the general situation in a deep voice.
"I see… "
Philip nodded, his face full of understanding.
She said to the Knights of the Round Table apologetically:
"I'm really sorry, I just got out of prison not long ago, so I don't understand a lot of things... I was also held back by an old friend some time ago, which wasted some time. I didn't expect so many things to happen during the tea party."
Everyone didn't quite understand what she said.
But Philip was still talking to herself. Then, she looked up at the tea party people trapped in the dark cocoon and asked:
"Manolan, you chose to intervene in the seat dispute and led the Tea Party to stand on the side of the Black Knife Brotherhood... Whose idea was this?"
Manolan didn’t know why the acting president asked this. After hesitating for a few seconds, he said in a deep voice:
"It is the common wish of the tea party..."
“Shit!”
Anderson, who was also hanging nearby, started cursing.
"Your Majesty Philip, during the time when the president and you were not at the tea party, all the internal discourse power was controlled by Manolan and his followers... They coerced and bribed the other members, and finally made this decision win by an absolute majority!"
"Your Majesty Philip! Don't trust his words alone! This is all his..."
Manolan cursed angrily.
But he was soon interrupted by Philip.
"Okay, shut up."
She shook her head helplessly and looked at the five Knights of the Round Table.
Pointing at the numerous black cocoons above his head, he smiled and said:
"I'm so sorry for letting you guys watch such a farce... They are a bunch of damn troublemakers, just kill them quickly."
“?!”
Manolan and others looked incredulous.
"Your Majesty Philip! You... ?!"
Philip tilted his head, grinned, and said in a strange tone, as if teasing a child:
"Shut up and smile."
Suddenly.
All the tea party members who were trapped in the shadow cocoon above their heads were speechless, and without exception, they all had strange smiles on their faces. Only their eyes were filled with extreme fear.
"Mr. Philip, what do you mean?"
Ginsburg asked in a deep voice.
Philip spread his hands.
"I'm serious. Hurry up and kill these guys above me, and then negotiate..."
She pointed at the gentleman in black clothes beside the Knights of the Round Table and said with a chuckle:
"For Jack's sake, I will take the remaining members of the Tea Party and withdraw from the cooperation with the Black Knife Brotherhood..."
Philip held his chin in his hand and thought for two seconds.
"Well, it's not impossible to cooperate with your club..."
The five Knights of the Round Table looked at each other.
There was silence for a while.
The Knights of the Round Table seemed to communicate in a way that no one else could understand.
Considering Philip's strength, it was inconvenient for them to have a conflict with him, so they planned to report the matter to the Knight Commander. At this time, Knight Bindu came forward and nodded to Philip:
"Sir, this matter is of great importance. How about having the Knight Commander discuss this with you personally?"
"no problem."
Philip smiled.
At the same time, she blinked at Chen Lun again, as if to say:
How is it? Pretty nice, isn't it