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"Lungominiad?"

Judging from Ella's confused look, she didn't know what the name meant.

"Haven't you read The Legend of King Arthur?"

Milin asked Ella a little strangely.

"What does this have to do with the legend of King Arthur?" I don't understand why Milin suddenly mentioned that completely made-up folk story.

"Legend has it that in the final battle of Camlann, King Arthur used Lungomignad to pierce the traitor Mordred."

Milin looked at the long and thin silver-white spear in his hand that was no different from a lance and said.

"Is there still this setting?" Ella looked like she had learned something new.

"Have you really never read the Legend of King Arthur?" Milin looked at Ella strangely.

Normally, Ella, who has lived for hundreds of years and has become an old monster, has enough time to pay attention to many miscellaneous things.

It’s not like you haven’t even read The Legend of King Arthur.

"Of course I have read it, and there are more than one." Ella thought for a while and then said: "Maybe I haven't read the legend of King Arthur that you mentioned, Admiral."

"There is more than one version of King Arthur's legend?" Milin blinked.

"Originally, the legend of King Arthur is a story about changes in folklore, rather than a real historical figure. I remember that there was a time when some British people liked to make up such stories as real history to gild themselves. There would be legends of King Arthur that I have never seen. It couldn’t be more normal.”

Ella sputtered for a long time. Judging from her expression and tone, Ella didn't like the British people very much.

I don’t know if Ella had any enemies with those British ship girls when she was in the port area for this reason.

"Admiral, do I look like Quincy? How can I, with my small arms and legs, get the ability to antagonize those ship girls?" Ella immediately defended.

"It doesn't sound like something the commander of the military police would say." Milin said calmly, grabbing the core of the problem.

"...Um...Admiral, let's continue talking about this Lun...Lun gun."

Ella's eyes became wandering after Milin revealed her true face.

"Lungominiad, the shining spear of the end. If you think these names are a bit complicated, you can just call it a spear."

Seeing Ella's embarrassed look, Milin said with a smile.

"Is it a stabbing? It's quite... quite fitting. Is there really a King Arthur in this world?"

Ella, who knew what the name "Zuerqiang" meant, twitched the corner of her mouth.

"I don't know if there is one, but we can ask others."

Milin casually threw the rifle to Ella, and when Ella hurriedly caught the rifle, he raised his finger and pointed at the ceiling.

"Crack!" The ventilated wooden skylight let out a groan.

The stalker, who was shocked to realize that he had been discovered when he heard Milin's words, immediately wanted to leave the skylight.

But as soon as she stood up, she felt an invisible force pressing on the back of her head.

The tracker, who didn't have much support in his original position, was directly pressed against the skylight by this invisible force.

Then it fell into the bathroom together with the broken skylight.

When she, the broken window, and the falling tiles were less than ten centimeters from the water in the bathtub.

Mirin, who didn't want these things to pollute the bath, waved his hand.

The force pull that suddenly made a ninety-degree direction correction caused the stalker and a large pile of construction debris to fly out and hit the wall of the bathtub.

I don’t know if it was due to the protection of customer privacy, but there was such a big movement, and no one of the bathhouse staff opened the door to take a look.

After performing a trapeze, the stalker, who was still in a state of shock, stood up from the pile of debris with his head shaking.

I only saw that Attila, who had sapped her before in the Colosseum, had put on his bathrobe at some point, picked up a weapon and pointed it at her.

"Wait a minute!" The stalker quickly raised his hands in a show of French military strength and said, "I don't mean any harm."

Unfortunately, Attila did not appreciate it at all and continued to stare at her with a serious face. It seemed that as long as the stalker dared to make any move, the durasteel sword in his hand would be chopped out directly.

The stalker, who was not trying to test the sharpness of the holy sword with his body, quickly said to Milin:

"My lord, I have no ill intentions. I just wanted to know how to use my own weapons, so I followed the adults."

Judging from his attitude, the stalker knew that Milin was the one in charge.

"Is this a gun?" Milin took the rifle from Ella's hand and weighed it and said.

"Yes, this holy spear is a family heirloom, I hope you..."

Before the female fighter could say anything, Milin stood up from the bath with a "clatter" and a rifle in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the female fighter quickly moved her vision to the side, as if she didn't want to see anything wrong, as if she had forgotten that she had just been lying on the skylight to peek for a long time.

Just as the female fighter moved her gaze to the side, a sound broke through the air in her ears.

The female fighter quickly caught the holy spear thrown by Milin and subconsciously made a normal lance starting position.

This action immediately made Attila raise the durasteel sword in his hand.

On the contrary, Milin didn't care at all. As if he didn't feel the suddenly tense atmosphere, he calmly walked out of the bath and walked to the long table filled with food.

The bathrobe hanging next to the bathtub was also pulled by the Force, as if it was picked up by an invisible servant and draped on Milin.

Aila, who noticed what Milin wanted to do, quickly stood up from the bath, walked quickly to the dining table, and helped Milin cut the food like a professional cook.

Seeing Ella pick up the grilled chicken leg that he planned to eat without asking, Milin took a bite and smiled at Ella with satisfaction, then turned to the female fighter holding the rifle and said:

"Well, there's no malice"

It seemed that there was a comparison of the strength between the enemy and ourselves in his heart, and it seemed that this action was just a subconscious action.

The female fighter quickly collected her spears and said to Milin:

"I'm very sorry, I'm leaving now."

However, as soon as she turned around, the female fighter found that Lapland, who had just been ravaged by Milin, had put the wolfskin cloak on her body again and blocked the entrance to the bath with a strange smile on her face.

"..." Knowing that she couldn't leave for the time being, but not knowing what she would encounter, the female fighter clenched the spear in her hand tightly, turned around again and looked at Milin, who had finished eating the chicken legs and was attacking the chicken wings.

"Have you eaten? If you haven't, you can come here to fill your stomach first. Although the taste is average, it's not bad."

Milin said to the female fighter in a homely tone.

"Sir, you don't have to be so polite, I just ate..."

Just like what often happens in many film and television dramas, as soon as she told her what she had eaten, the female fighter's stomach made a growling sound.

It's not loud, but it's very noticeable in an empty and quiet bathroom.

"I'm not being polite. After all, you helped my apprentice in the arena before, so you can take it as reward." By the way, Attila also gave him a slap on the stick. Milin smiled and growled in his stomach. The female fighter said.

Seeing that the female fighter was still unmoved, Mirin continued:

"And I want to ask you some questions later, which will take a while."

Although Milin's voice was calm and there was no refutation, the female fighter still clearly felt that she might not be able to escape easily today.

So he simply put the spear on his back, walked to the dining table in a few steps, and sat down directly to start eating.

"You guys come too, dinner will be settled here."

Milin waved to Attila and Lapland.

Attila and Lapland, who obeyed the order, also walked to the dining table and sat down with the female fighters on the left and right.

The female fighter who noticed this situation paused slightly with her hands, but continued to eat with a very bold posture without saying anything.

He looked like he was going to be a dead ghost even if he died.

Perhaps influenced by the movements of the female fighter, Attila and Lapland, who were sitting next to her, also moved boldly, as if they wanted to defeat each other at the dinner table.

After seeing this scene, Ella felt that the food for a dozen people was not enough. She raised her head and asked Milin:

"Do you want me to prepare more?"

"Well, go ahead and prepare more."

Milin said with a smile.