Golden Greenery

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A golden base and half a red-black shield. Under the shield are two crossed knight's swords.

This simple pattern is the logo of the Holy Knights of the Round Table. It has been hanging here for twenty-one years, silently watching the people in this house walk in and leave.

Zhuo Yang stood up from the round table, faced the logo, put his right hand on his chest, and began to recite the oath of the round table. This is the necessary and only procedure to become a knight of the round table.

All twenty-eight people stood up, each facing the logo and placing their hands on their left chest and heart.

"I swear to treat the glory of Milan well!" Zhuo Yang chanted the oath.

The remaining twenty-seven knights chanted together: "I swear to do good to the glory of Milan!"

When Maldini told him about the idea of ​​inviting him to the roundtable, Zhuo Yang was surprised and unbelievable, and then he honestly expressed his questions and concerns. However, Maldini did not answer any of his questions. He just told Zhuo Yang with a wry smile all the things facing the round table.

Zhuoyang was silent for a long time after that. It was at that moment that he suddenly realized and finally understood Maldini's good intentions. Therefore, Zhuo Yang stopped being pretentious. He threw away all worries and accepted Maldini's proposal, making himself the 28th Knight of the Round Table.

"I swear to treat my teammates well!"

"I swear to treat my teammates well!"

Every time Zhuo Yang received a line of chant, everyone would repeat the chant together.

“I swear that the glory of Milan will be my glory!

I swear to treat anyone who harms the glory of Milan as an enemy!

I swear to help my teammates as I would help my brothers!

I swear to be as close as one to my brothers of the Round Table!

I swear I will never look back when Milan is in danger!

I swear that when the Round Table brothers are in danger, I will never look back!

Glory belongs to the round table!

Glory belongs to Milan! "

After the oath is chanted and the ceremony is completed, it means that Zhuo Yang has officially become a member of the Round Table Paladins. This is a sacred moment and should be a time of joy for this room and all in it. But at this time, the atmosphere became serious, and the relaxed atmosphere that had been pretended at the beginning was gone. The twenty-eight people were silent, and some knights even buried their heads in their arms on the table.

Maldini sighed in his heart and reminded Baresi softly: "Franco..."

Baresi shook his head sadly, unwilling to speak. Seeing this, Maldini took over the chair of the meeting. He said: "Let's move on to the second topic today: congratulations to the Triple Crown winner!"

"The glory of Milan is the glory of the Round Table, and the glory of Milan is our glory! Everyone, let's raise a glass to congratulate Milan, congratulate the Round Table, and congratulate us!"

Today, the round table did not prepare the usual coffee. Instead, there were twenty-eight goblets and several bottles of Tuscan Sassicaia red wine. This wine is known as the king of Italian wine and the most noble among wines.

After hearing what Maldini said, everyone opened the wine bottles at hand. At this time, Zhuo Yang stood up again.

"Everyone, please allow me to pour wine for you, and please accept my respect." After saying that, he left his seat, starting with Baresi and Maldini, and poured a third of everyone's wine glasses in sequence. A sassicaia. The color of the wine is dark red, exuding nobility and sincerity.

Zhuo Yang has met all twenty-seven old knights before, and there are no strangers. Zhuo Yang poured wine for them in turn, and everyone nodded to him.

Ancelotti, who has been his head coach for three years, Tassotti, who initially disliked him but finally put aside his prejudices, and Costacurta, the first heavyweight member of the round table to leave due to the collapse of his philosophy , the Vice Chairman of the Italian Football Association, Bones Albertini, enthusiastically praised him, and strongly invited him to join the former coach of the Italian national team, Tiger Donadoni.

The older generation love San Coco, Lentini who once set a football transfer record, Vismara senior youth training coach Galli, the equally senior Nava, Milan's first goalkeeper Rossi, and the recently retired Jixiang Cat Fiore...

Odo, who had a conflict with him, Ambrosini, who had always been inexplicably hostile to him but took the overall situation into consideration, and Gattuso, the eighth master who almost had a duel with him.

The beauty Nesta, the good buddy Broky, the good buddy Inzaghi, the good buddy Favalli, and the good buddy Pirlo have been secretly protecting him from the beginning.

Finally, he poured rose-red Sassicaia into his glass, Zhuo Yang put down the bottle and picked up the glass. "Salute to you, to all the great Knights of the Round Table!"

Everyone raised their glasses, and Ancelotti smiled like an honest man: "Salute to Brother Zhuoyang!"

Zhuoyang smiled. He was still a little uncomfortable with calling the Knights of the Round Table brothers. Ancelotti was 26 years older than him. "Salute to the great head coach brother!"

Zhuo Yang's humorous yet polite jokes made the solemn atmosphere in the room suddenly relaxed. The eighth master Gattuso first shouted at the top of his voice: "Salute to the great old Bangzi top shooter brother!" Master Jiu has always been indifferent, and Gattuso likes to make jokes about Inzaghi at the round table.

Because Master Jiu did not criticize Master Eight with a stern face this time, but turned to Pirlo. "Salute to the most reasonable brother in the world!"

Pi Shaopi sneered reasonably: "Salute to the most charming brother among the defenders!"

Everyone, including Zhuo Yang, said in unison: "Absolutely amazing!" Nesta smiled brightly and replied with his own mantra: "Absolutely amazing!"

The atmosphere in the room became completely lively. The twenty-eight knights paid tribute to each other, and no one was left behind. After a while, the Knights of the Round Table who were sitting upright started shouting like a group of wanton children.

"Salute to Brother Franco!"

"Salute to Brother Paul!"

"cheers!!!"

"Cheers to the Round Table! Cheers to the Paladins!!"

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After all, it is a relatively solemn place, and today is also an unusual day. Maldini did not dare to prepare too much wine for everyone, for fear that these people would go crazy over the wine. Maldini just wants to start well and end well, and doesn't want to create complications at the end.

After the wine was finished, twenty-eight people drank seven or eight bottles separately, which was indeed not enough. As everyone poured the last mouthful into their mouths, the atmosphere slowly became lower and gradually became depressing. Everyone knows that time is finally coming.

The eyes of Baresi, Maldini and others were already sparkling, and many people lowered their heads sadly. Ambrosini buried his head on the edge of the table, shoulders shrugging slightly.

"Franco, you should make the announcement." Maldini said to Baresi with force.

Baresi did not shirk anymore. He is a responsible person and the flag of the Milan dynasty. He should bear all this.

"Thank you all knight brothers for standing together through thick and thin for twenty years! Now let's make the final decision of the Round Table Paladins. I declare that from now on, the Round Table Paladins will be disbanded!!"