The Journey of King Arthur

Late at night, only Cat-ear waiter Ramis sat in his work position in the hotel lobby, focusing on the books in his hand.

"No way?! What the hell is this?! It's another tragedy!! I just finished watching "Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai" and cried halfway to death now there's another tragedy ending!"

Ramis, who was staying on the first floor, looked at the end of Romeo and Juliet's love for each other, and couldn't help but feel angry and exploded. Her originally white hands also turned into cat claws. She looked at the name of the author of Romeo and Juliet angrily and cursed the author!

On the other side, in the distance, Camero, who was typing with his mobile phone and writing a new story, sneezed, then looked around with some timidity, and breathed a sigh of relief after finding that there was no danger, and said with emotion: "Sigh... I thought that the guy Cuchulin came to catch me again. It turned out that nothing happened. It was the guy Cuchulin who was talking about me just now..."

Shakespeare rubbed his chin and after some thought, he was about to continue typing. The story based on Kuchulin has come to an end. Now what he wrote is the story based on the meeting between King Yuser and Artoria.

Just as he was writing about the joy of his writing, a hand appeared in front of him and snatched his cell phone. Shakespeare was shocked and turned around and was about to question him like the one who snatched his cell phone. His originally angry expression suddenly became weak, with an awkward smile on his face and asked with a smile: "saber, is there anything you have to come to my hidden workshop to look for me? Do you need me to pour you a cup of black tea?"

As he spoke, Shakespeare slowly walked towards the door.

Yuser looked at him with a kind face, and a knight sword appeared in his hand, which was placed on Shakespeare's neck, then shifted his perspective to the mobile phone screen, and looked at the outline that Shakespeare had just written with a smile.

"Mr. Shakespeare, don't be nervous, I'm just here to talk to you about the novel plot."

King Yuser smiled gently. Just looking at the expression on his face, it was indeed very similar to a reader coming to the author for a peaceful and normal communication. King Yuser's current expression can easily make people feel alert and no longer so nervous.

But the current point is that Yuser now puts his sword on Shakespeare's neck and how could Shakespeare not be nervous? As long as Yuser slips his hand, his head will land on the spot!!!

However, Shakespeare did not express his true thoughts, but showed an awkward and polite smile, and asked in a calm tone: "I don't know what you are talking about with me?"

"Well, let's talk about the outline you just wrote. For example, in this section, the plot of the child named Artoris died in front of his father extremely tragically. I think this plot is a bit bad. Don't you think so?"

After saying this, Yuser's expression became brighter at this moment. Shakespeare did not feel a little happy about it, but became more simple.

"So? Do you want me to change this plot?" Shakespeare subconsciously swallowed and asked tremblingly.

"Of course! I think you must be willing to modify this plot..."

King Yuser put away the sword, and his face still had an extremely kind smile.

"Of course, of course..." Shakespeareshan smiled, nodding and bowing while lowering, and then a round black ball suddenly appeared in his hand, and Shakespeare's expression also became extremely serious and serious at this moment.

"Of course I don't want to change the plot! You ask me to change the plot, this is a persecution of this work! Only by following this process can this story be a good story! Don't want me to modify the outline!!"

With this roar, Shakespeare suddenly threw the black ball to the ground. In an instant, an extremely dazzling light flashed inside the ball. Yuser subconsciously covered his eyes, took out a sunglasses from his backpack and put them on to grab Shakespeare who wanted to escape, but he found that his side was filled with black fog.

Yuser waved the knight's sword in his hand and instantly broke all the black mist. He looked at the room that was extremely confused and he was the only one, frowned, and stepped on the floor with force. The blocks on the floor did not fall off in an instant, and exposed the emergency escape passage built by Shakespeare himself under the floor. There was a long railway track on the passage. It was obvious that Shakespeare had left in the mine cart.

"As 'he' said, this guy really chose to escape, but this escape method is really smart and skillful. I don't know how much time he spent and how much resources he was wasting these things. He obviously honestly wrote less tragedies, and he wouldn't use them if he died less..."

Youssed with expressionless expression, then silently took out his cell phone and opened the address book...

"Hey? Kuchurin?"

On the other side, Shakespeare climbed out of the trunk in a somewhat embarrassed manner, came to the hidden wooden house she had made for herself, and breathed a sigh of relief against the trunk.

"Huh, I almost got caught. Want me to change the plot? There is no door!"

Shakespeare first smiled very proudly for a while, then leaned against the tree trunk and fell into deep thought. Is it a bit too much for him to do this?

After pondering for a while, Shakespeare shook his head heavily and threw this idea out of his mind. He was just creating it, don't think about it.

After calming down his mind, Shakespeare raised his head and looked at the gaps exposed between the leaves. Through these gaps, Shakespeare fell into a beautiful fantasy.

"I didn't expect that in this world, I could still see meteors... But why is this meteor red?"

Shakespeare looked at the red light flying down from a high place in the sky, and his heart couldn't help but start to square again.

"And this meteor seems to be rushing towards me!!!"

Shakespeare had already reacted at this time. This was not a meteor at all! This was Skaha or Kuchulin's treasure!

Thinking of this, Shakespeare ran away. He was just a hero who only knew how to play auxiliary. What is the positive word "Isn't it a search for death?

Although Shakespeare ran very fast, the attack speed of the treasure was not bad. Fortunately, Shakespeare barely avoided this attack, and although he was directly shocked by the shock wave, he flew several meters.

"Bang!"

"It hurts so much! Oh, it hurts so much! My old waist!" Shakespeare, who was shocked to the ground, began to knock on his back while constantly talking to himself in a resentful tone.

"So do you need me to help you up?"

"Of course, thank you."

Shakespeare nodded, stretched out his hand and held the man's hand, and the man pulled Shakespeare up in an instant.

"You're welcome. If you really want to thank me, then stand here obediently and don't run around. Don't worry, hold on to it quickly, and it will be solved in about seven hours."

"hiss!!"

Shakespeare took a breath at this time, and now he realized that the one who pulled him was not someone else, but the Kuchulin whom he had been hiding in recent times.

And Kuchulin also showed a very cheerful smile to him.

"Yo, hello!"

′Not good! My skin and heart are not good now!! Please let me go quickly!!′

Shakespeare was frightened and began to pull his hands constantly, trying to escape from Cuchulin quickly, but how could his strength be comparable to Cuchulin? So he was so pinned that he couldn't escape no matter how hard he ran away.

"Don't think about running away, Brother Shakespeare, I want to ask you to do me a little favor tonight, and I said just now, it will only take about seven hours to go long~"

′Isn’t the seven hours still a long time?!′

Shakespeare once again complained in his heart.

′Your concept of time is not a problem!′

And Cuchulin didn't care what he thought, but just grabbed Shakespeare tightly and took out his cell phone to send a message.

"Well, the refrigerator door at my house is not closed. Can you let me go back and close it?"

"no!"

Facing Shakespeare who was still trying to escape, Cuchulin sent the message out and put away his cell phone and smiled extremely brightly at Shakespeare.

"Yes! Mr. Shakespeare, we readers just want to have a good chat with you, the author."

Yousser jumped down from the tree on one side at this time. From his slightly panting look, you can see that Yousser had been chasing him just now.

Shakespeare completely gave up and broke free, closed his eyes, looking resigned to fate, and said that no matter how they dealt with him, he would not modify the plot. This is his dignity as an author!!

However, why did they know that I am here? I am hiding it very well?! And even if I find it, I shouldn’t find me twice in a row! Who in Camelot has this ability to find me?!

A few golden shining gradually appeared in Shakespeare's mind. Then he shook his head hard and chose pass decisively, because those golden shining should not not do this. Jin Shanshan, who is most likely to do this, is still building his own golden palace now, so he should not have time to pay attention to Youss...

Then a guy walking with flowers appeared in Shakespeare's mind...

"Damn! Merlin! Did you expose me like this?! If it weren't for your clairvoyance, I would never be caught! I didn't say that I would reveal my information before! I agreed to watch Saber get frustrated and feel happy together?!"

Shakespeare felt that he was deeply betrayed by a friend of his, and he started to curse in anger. However, before he could curse for a few words, a white puppy wearing a wreath around his neck came to Shakespeare with a piece of cardamom in his neck, and after putting the piece of cardamom on the ground, he sat there obediently without moving.

The paper shone out with light, and Merlin's extremely helpless voice came out of it.

"My friend, you can't blame me?! I originally supported you, but there was no way. Who could have thought that Saber could give me so much! So..."

As he spoke, the tone of the old hooligan Meilin became a little embarrassed, and he still seemed to have a little conscience.

"But don't worry! As a brother, I support you very much! I will never tell you your information! I will never tell you where you are! I would rather die than say!!!"

Merlin's tone was full of firmness at this moment, and it could be heard that he was serious about saying this.

And Youss laughed and said as if he was deliberately making trouble: "Because he told me by typing or writing, he didn't say a word to me..."

After Yuser finished saying this, the atmosphere had dropped to the lowest point, and everyone was silent. Finally, Shakespeare, who had been lowering his head just now, suddenly raised his head and shouted in great grief and anger: "Then what's the point of saying this or not?"

"Uh, at least I didn't say it, right? If you don't want to, I will speak directly from now on. After all, typing is quite troublesome." At this time, Merlin spoke again in that somewhat embarrassed tone.

Shakespeare was so angry that he wanted to vomit blood. You damn Merlin, you must be smiling happily somewhere now, right?! Don’t think that I can’t hear you’re so happy now!!!

"Okay, the chat between you two is almost the same, right? I have a lot of things to talk to Mr. Shakespeare now~ Of course, Kuchulin is the same."

Looking at Yuser, whose expression became more ferocious, Merlin smiled helplessly, snapped her fingers, and the piece of cardboard no longer shines, and the puppy also quickly left the scene.

A few minutes later, Shakespeare's wailing sound appeared on the land.

Turning back the perspective, in front of the hotel where Artoria and the others lived, a man stood in front of the door of the hotel. He was wearing a wide robe, covering his figure and face perfectly, and walked in very slowly.

"It's getting late, sir, we're going to close. If you want to find a place to stay, please go to other hotels."

Ramis frowned and treated the figure's master with extremely unkind eyes and tone.

After all, during such a period of time, wearing such clothes, he was still so taciturn when he came in. He didn't look like a good person at all. Although the main reason why Ramis judged that he was not a good person was because of his extremely keen intuition.