The Journey of King Arthur

"Okay, stop talking nonsense, just do what you want to do."

"You guessed it?" Artoria's tone was obviously a little surprised.

"No, I just happened to pass by and heard it before." The wise king smiled indifferently.

Artoria was in a somewhat subtle mood, and she obviously thought too much just now.

At this time, the knights of the round table had already stopped their movements and made way out of their positions. They were wearing spiritual clothes and holding their treasures in their hands, in case there was any abnormal brain circuit in the heroic spirit who wanted to assassinate their master as soon as they were summoned.

Artoria smiled helplessly, threw three stones into it, and began to summon heroic spirits. Now she no longer needs to look at Ou Qi or something. Kamelo's heroic spirits have enough, and the quality is also very good. No matter what heroic spirits are summoned, it can be accepted.

"I'm Skaha from Shadowlands. Can you just call you Master?"

At this time, Skaha, who was holding a double gun, walked out of the golden beam of light, asked.

"No problem, you are welcome to join."

Artoria smiled and greeted her.

"Um."

Skaha nodded, and reached out to hold Artoria.

"By the way, Master, I want to leave here for a while, I want to meet someone."

Looking at Skaha's extremely kind smile, Artoria silently expressed her condolences for Cuchulin, and then replied with a smile: "Of course there is no problem. I hope you can be happy in Camelo. In the afternoon, will I arrange someone to recommend some accommodation for you? Or you can build it yourself."

"Well, just arrange my accommodation near Setante's residence. I'll thank you in advance."

After hearing this, Artoria knew that the reason she would summon Skaha was probably because Kuchulin said that sentence before. After silently praying for Kuchulin in her heart, she continued to smile and said to Skaha.

"Thank you, it's not necessary. After all, this is what I should do, but don't beat me to death."

"Don't worry, I'm a good deal." After Skaha smiled at Artoria, he jumped down from the top of the castle with great momentum. The two guns in his hand contained magic power, and when he jumped down, he was like a red line.

′Cuchulin takes care of it!′

At the same time, Kuchulin, who was fishing on the shore of the moat next to the castle, sneezed a big shot. He always had an ominous premonition in his heart. Suddenly, he saw a red light falling from the sky and directly entering the water.

At this moment, Kuchulin decisively ran away.

But before he could run far, a red gun blocked Kuchulin's way out, and a 17-year-old (Master) beautiful girl walked out of the lake, looking at Kuchulin with a kind face.

"Master, Master, good morning! Why are you here? Have you had breakfast?"

"I haven't eaten breakfast yet." Skaha smiled, then kept approaching Kuchulin and said with a smile: "What? Let's see if my apprentice has grown up. Is there any problem?"

"No problem! There is no problem at all!" Kuchulin made a decisive choice.

"Okay, don't be afraid of me. Today we are both masters and apprentices and have a good chat." After saying that, Skaha had completely walked out of the lake and came to the shore.

"Master, craftsman! craftsman doesn't want it!"

At the same time, Artoria, who had already completed the second summoning of the heroic spirits on the roof, first welcomed the arrival of Shakespeare, and then she heard the extremely sad call for help from Cuchulin.

Well, Shakespeare is now ready to write a tragic novel based on Kuchulin, and I don’t know how Kuchulin will feel in the future when he knows this...

"Anyway, let's do the final summoning of heroes..."

Artoria shook her head, threw all the useless troubles out of her mind, and then began the last call of heroic spirit today.

"Come on! The Guardian of Libra!!"

A blue beam of light ascended to the sky, and a tall man who looked about 50 years old appeared in front of everyone. At the moment he appeared, Morgan, Merlin, Kay's father, and King Arthur's adoptive father Eckert all showed extremely shocked expressions, and then quickly concealed his exaggerated expression. The expression on his face quickly turned into an indifferent look, but the excitement in his eyes still did not leave.

The new hero wore a helmet on his head, but the helmet did not cover his face, but showed his face unscrupulously, with a mustache and some wrinkles on his face. He looked like a very serious person, wearing a cloak. However, this cloak was not like Artoria and Lancelot, but was slightly similar to Bedevier, but was on one of his arms, but was not completely covered like Bedevier, but was about to follow him, holding a very ordinary knight sword in his hand, with only breastplate, arm armor, war skirt, and combat boots, armor, and the rest were clothes. This armor style was somewhat similar to Artoria.

"Servant, saber, came to be summoned. Unexpectedly, there are so many heroes besides me who are summoned. It's really rare."

After saying that, the heroic spirit looked around meaningfully, especially three of them.

Artoria also felt a little strange, but it was just pretending that this heroic spirit had some strange habits. However, she didn't know this heroic spirit, which made Artoria a little helpless.

"Hello, from today on, I will be your lord. Please take care of me here next. So what is your real name?"

"My real name? Oh, you don't need to know it now, maybe you will know it yourself in the future."

The hero just glanced at Artoria, then put his eyes on the others, as if he didn't take Artoria seriously at all.

The performance of the new hero spirit directly surprised most of the people present. Is the new hero spirit so arrogant? The knights of the round table were very angry at this time, and even Bedevier was a little angry. After all, the hero spirit looked down on their king, why wouldn't they be angry? The magic power on the Mordred sword even began to roll. If Artoria was not here, Mordred would have hit people long ago.

Morgan and the other two did not make much noise. Their expressions were also very subtle at this time. The three of them were staring at the new hero, not knowing what they were thinking.