I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

But it is a pity that Shirou has seen through the essence of this woman.

He turned his head and looked at Merlin, who was drinking beside him, coughed dryly, with a threatening face.

Merlin shivered, looked at the threatening Shirou with a speechless expression, and then glanced at the super fierce Morgan.

Without hesitation, he approached the king and whispered, "Lost, soul, magic, and medicine."

Shirou looked at Morgan blankly.

Morgan, on the other hand, gritted his teeth and glared at Merlin, stomped his feet, turned and left resentfully.

"King Arthur, challenge me one-on-one!" Scathach pointed at Shirou with a magic gun and provocatively.

"Okay." Shirou raised the holy gun Rungomigniad, walked in front of Scathach, and said, "Give me the gun."

"It's useless, this trick is useless to me!" Skaha said with a smile.

Shirou laughed, and then the gun in Scathach's hand melted away, and Shirou pointed the tip of the Holy Spear at Scathach's face.

"Why... why is this happening!!!" Scatha looked flustered, it shouldn't be like this!

"You hold the gun made by me and want to fight with me. Aren't you humiliating yourself? Tsk tsk tsk—— shame!" Shirou sneered mercilessly.

Seeing the hateful face of this king, Scathach gritted his teeth.

"According to the result of the duel, your hair tonight--, hehehe..."

Wang Yue's laughter made Skaha cover his head in fright and ran away.

"Run, run, if you are caught by this king, I will pull out your hair."

"No--"

Scathach hid in the crowd, covering his hair and shivering.

Wang smiled, turned and returned to his seat.

Merlin was gnawing on an apple, but he had a cold look on his face.

Because Morgan was staring at him, and then squeezed an apple in his hand into a ball, and the slurry splashed all over the floor.

Merlin shivered and could only avoid his eyes.

Morgan gritted his teeth and looked at Merlin.

As long as that white-haired waste is still by Wang's side, she can't succeed!

But how to kick this white-haired trash away?

Morgan was thinking, but his eyes suddenly fell on Kai who was drinking beside him.

She hooked her hands, "Kai——, come here!"

"What's the matter, Princess Morgan?"

Kai walked over with a strange face.

"Let me tell you, Merlin used your name to hook up..."

While staring at Merlin bitterly, Morgan told Kai something he knew.

Kai's face was originally quite happy, but the more he heard it, the more livid his face became. With a trembling hand, he held the hilt of the sword, and then turned his head with a vicious look, wanting to search for Merlin beside the king.

That momentum——

Like a devil from hell!

But--

Merlin had already run away.

"Teacher, teacher. Who is stronger, you or Lord Lanmaloch?" Gareth looked at Lancelot.

"If it's swordsmanship, it should be me. If it's spearmanship, I can't flatter you as much as Mr. Lanmaloch." Lancelot said with a smile.

"Then how about comparing your sword skills with Lanmaloch's spear skills?" Gareth asked with his eyes wide open.

"I don't know about that." Lancelot said after pondering for a moment.

"Competition! Competition!" Gao Wen laughed and booed.

The surrounding knights also booed.

Lancelot and Lancelot scratched the back of their heads in embarrassment, then one picked up a sword and the other a gun, and started a competition in front of the knights.

"it is good!"

"Come on, Lancelot!"

"Lan Malocco, don't lose!"

...

The knights scrambled to applaud.

Such a dreamy night, such a wonderful scene, Tristan couldn't help but feel very poetic, took out the harp, and played a dreamy movement with a long tune and a little melancholy.

Shirou felt uncomfortable, found Tristan, and said loudly: "Tristan, it's such a happy night, change to a lighter music!"

Tristan felt sad and said, "But my king, I can only play sad music..."

Shirou said, "Then give me the harp, and I'll play it!"

"No... no no no no no-!!!" Tristan's eyes flickered with fear, and he said in a panic: "Sit down, sit down--, play a brisk and joyful chapter for the king, yes The duty and honor of being a knight! Please hand it over to me to play and sing."

Shirou looked suspicious: "But didn't you say you couldn't?"

"I've learned it! Please sit down!" Tristan turned pale, and then plucked the strings, forcing himself to play a brisk tune.

But the knights didn't buy it, and they shouted: "Tristan, you hand over the harp to the king! The king's movement must be an incomparably beautiful melody, and we haven't enjoyed it yet!"

Tristan couldn't tell because he was suffering, so he could only pretend to be deaf and dumb, and forced himself to play an unsatisfactory movement.

It's really sad.

"Woo... I want to play too..." Bedivere watched the lively bonfire from a distance, and couldn't help showing a puppy-like expression.

"Stop rambling, we are the internal affairs officers of complex materials, and we need to count the war damage." Agguiwen said.