Justin and the Knights of Valour Page #5

I have never seen such beauty

and masculinity in one man before.

But... wait!

There! And that's it.

Oh, Angel.

Did it hurt when you fell from heaven?

- Works every time.

- I'm concerned to hear from Reginald.

That young Justin is missing. - He's not lost.

But thank you.

I'll always care about you and your family.

Roland holds a special place in my heart.

Oh, I do so miss those times.

And your people do too. They are unhappy.

They long for their heroes.

And to celebrate their triumphs.

Back to a time when the best kegs of beer

were opened in their honour

and ladies pined for their love.

No woman I know could resist falling

for a man in shining armour.

Beers? Ladies?

Oh boy! With that body and this face,

we're going to go far.

Crackpot or wizard?

Maybe a wizard.

And now what?

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

Alright!

Hold your horses, laddie.

- Are you lost?

- No... no, sir.

- I'm here to receive training.

- In what, bell ringing?

- No, I want to become a knight.

- Hm, how nice.

I know, er, and I have this.

Er... somewhere...

Here!

- Hm, so you're Sir Roland's son.

- I'm his grandson.

Come along, young man. Get into the boat.

- So, how long've you been the ferryman?

- Do I look like a ferryman?

- He's so young and rather scrawny.

- Braulio, calm down.

You see? Told you.

My name is Braulio. And you are here because...

- Because I want to be trained.

- Thank Goodness.

After so many years without candidates,

we were on the verge, of leaving th...

Don't bore the boy with our affairs

Braulio. That's enough!

- And this is the great Sir Blucher.

- The Sir Blucher?

- Ah, I'm honoured.

- Do you really know me lad?

- Or are you just being diplomatic?

- No!

No, I've read all about you.

You're all over my copy of

"Tales of The Knights of Valour".

- But ahm...

- Spit it out, young man.

Well, but... but... You're shorter in real life.

Honesty, huh? You're off to a good start, laddie.

Let me show you what Braulio is up to.

Here we have a game going on with brothers

from another order in the Far East.

Don't touch, lad. - Ah, there she is.

Four generations have played this single game

for every 450 years.

They've spent months coming up with this move.

What a ridiculous move!

They don't have a chance. 392.1

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31:00,190... 00:31:02,000 So silly!

Oh, they... they... k-k-killed my dragon! 393.100:31:09,300

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31:12,260 Those seaweed eating friars are gonna see!

Justin, pull the bell and get Legantir up here.

Sure.

Oh, no!

Braulio!

- What's happening to him?

- Get Legantir.

- What's wrong with him?

- He's having one of his fits. Hurry!

What's all the noise about? Braulio?

That was magic.

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