Paladin of Asgard - Chapter 169
[One hundred and sixty [Holy Shield Brotherhood]]
The night was still deep, and Luo Wei hugged Shilut and continued to sleep against the tree until a sound of people came from nearby.
“We have to get ready before noon.”
Just after dawn, Luo Wei turned his head and saw a group of people busy on the lawn not far away, moving here and there, as if they were setting up the venue.
“…This is a very important wedding. The Consul, Mr. Plato, and Mr. Aristotle will all be present, so there must be no mistakes!” One of the leaders kept urging the others.
Plato, Aristotle, and the Athenian consuls?
Rowe suddenly became interested.
He was a little disappointed in not being able to meet Plato yesterday as he wished, but he did not expect to have the opportunity to buy one get two free today. Not only would he be able to meet Plato, Aristotle and the then consul of Athens would also appear.
Luo Wei thought about it, and immediately found a suitable corner to wait, while continuing to learn the summary language.
Although his general language level is sufficient for daily communication, at least it is absolutely sufficient for communication on Earth, but there is still a considerable distance from the level of “not afraid to travel all over the universe”, and he still needs to study hard.
Unknowingly, the wedding scene was set up, and then it gradually became lively. The newcomers and more and more guests arrived, talking and laughing with each other.
A middle-aged man with a beard came to the scene, and everyone cast respectful glances.
“Master Consul, you are here.” The groom was a man of unknown age, with a gentle face, and he went up with the bride to greet him.
It is said that his age is unknown because although he looks young, he is severely bald, with only a few wisps hanging from the sides.
The consul of Athens laughed: “Menehermos, I will naturally come to your wedding.”
The wife of the consul who was present laughed and said, “Menehermos, don’t you always say that mathematics is your lover? Now you have You have two lovers, which one do you prefer?”
“This…” Menehmos was lost in thought.
Everyone was chatting and laughing again.
“Mr. Plato, Mr. Aristotle.” After a while, everyone present got up to welcome the new guests.
The groom Menehmos also hurried over: “Teacher.
”
Luo Wei looked up.
In the direction of the crowd, several bachelors in white robes came, among them was an old white man leaning on crutches. He was obviously very old and his walking was a little unsteady, but his eyes were bright and wise, and his smile was kind.
Beside the white old man was a middle-aged man with a serious expression, who was carefully supporting him.
All eyes were on this old No. 1 middle school, and these two people were naturally Plato and his favorite student Aristotle.
Luo Wei observed the two carefully.
This is Plato and Aristotle, the successor of Socrates, the second of the three sages of ancient Greece.
Well, I can be regarded as witnessing history.
In just a short moment, Luo Wei has already thought about how to brag after two thousand years.
With the arrival of Plato, the atmosphere of the wedding became more lively, and people laughed and blessed the couple.
To Luo Wei’s surprise, although Plato was too old to walk unsteadily, he was very energetic and active. Not only did he say a lot of blessings to the bride and groom, but he also played the piano on a whim.
Plato played the lyre, and his level was quite good, and everyone listened.
At the climax, Plato also said: “Let us invite the Consul’s wife to sing.” The
Consul’s wife seemed to be a singer, and everyone cheered loudly, and the Consul’s wife was also invited to sing.
After playing a lyre, as an eighty-year-old elder, Plato inevitably felt tired.
He smiled with everyone, and sat down on a chair in the corner with Aristotle’s support.
“How do you feel, teacher?” Aristotle asked.
Plato waved his hands and said nonchalantly: “It’s okay, I’ll rest here for a while, you go.”
Aristotle nodded and returned to the wedding.
Plato sat alone on the chair, put his crutches aside, looked up at the sky, his eyes were bright, and he felt drowsy after a while, and finally closed his eyes slowly…
Luo Wei didn’t care at first, but then suddenly Remember.
Isn’t that how the historical Plato died – dozing off at his disciple’s wedding and never waking up again.
When he learned about this at the time, he felt sorry for that disciple for a second. It was too bad luck that the teacher died at his wedding.
Soon someone noticed that something was wrong with Plato, went over to look, and immediately exclaimed: “Mr. Plato!”
All the guests came over one after another, Aristotle quickly squatted beside the teacher, stretched out his hand, and immediately hugged the teacher, while While running, he hurriedly said, “Go and call Agamotto!”
But they hadn’t run far, when an unusually tall golden youth suddenly appeared in front of them.
“Who are you?” Aristotle’s face darkened.
The person who came was naturally Luo Wei, with a calm expression on his face: “Maybe I can save Mr. Plato.”
“Aristotle, ignore this man, let’s go find Agamotto quickly.” A bachelor said.
Aristotle was silent for a while, staring at Luo Wei with flickering eyes, and finally said: “Do you need to let the idlers leave?”
Luo Wei was very surprised by his words, but nodded: “Except you Apart from this, everyone else go away.”
“Back off, all of you,” said Aristotle.
Everyone looked at each other, then left, leaving only Aristotle and Rowe, and of course Plato who seemed to be dead.
After the others dispersed, Aristotle said astonishingly: “Do you understand magic?”
Although Luo Wei had already noticed something, he was still a little surprised when he heard the words, and said: “It seems that you also know something.”
Then he The holy light appeared between the two hands, and the healing spell gave faith.
Seeing this holy brilliance, Aristotle showed surprise in his eyes.
The Holy Light enveloped Plato.
After a while, UU reading www.sonicmtl.
com Plato frowned, and slowly opened his eyes.
“Teacher!” Aristotle said in surprise.
Plato’s attention was attracted by the holy light in front of him: “This is…”
Aristotle helped Plato up.
But obviously, Plato was not injured, but exhausted, so although he woke up, he was still very weak, his eyes wandered, his expression was erratic, as if he might fall down again at any time.
Seeing the teacher’s appearance, Aristotle sighed slightly, but still looked at Luo Wei, and sincerely thanked: “Thank you for saving the teacher, you are the eternal friend of the Holy Shield Brotherhood.” The
Holy Shield Brotherhood!
Hearing this name, Luo Wei was stunned for a moment, and then suddenly realized.
No wonder Aristotle seems to know some magic, no wonder the young man in white robe had such amazing power yesterday… It turns out that the Accademia Academy on the surface is actually one of the most mysterious organizations in the Marvel world , Brotherhood of the Holy Shield!
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