The Journey of King Arthur

In the evening, Artoria blasted out a wide space with her holy spear, and silently picked up half a stone brick to fix these soil layers.

Although the soil next to it becomes dry and hard due to the hot magic power emitted from the holy gun, it is better to use these things to fix them without any support points.

Artoria has now given up on planting trees. If she continues to plant, it will likely make the humans in that city feel very uneasy, so the forest expansion plan has to come to an end for the time being.

However, it is precisely because the forest is not good that Artoria explores space underground. After all, they cannot know what is going on underground with their naked eyes.

Artoria took out the mine cart swayingly, put the two little leopard cats that followed her into the mine cart, took out another mine cart and sat on it, and flew towards her residence along the railway tracks.

Because of using a lot of magic, Artoria felt obvious powerlessness. She must have a full meal and then have a good sleep later...

At the same time, Froncis opened his eyes at this time, sat up in a hurry, stroked his head and body with both hands, and breathed a sigh of relief after being convinced that he had not been killed.

Then he rubbed his face repeatedly with his hands and said uneasy: "If I remember correctly, the armored man hit my face with an iron rod. My handsome face should be distorted, right?"

No matter how Froncis touched it, he couldn't touch any wounds, and after confirming that his face had almost not changed, he breathed a sigh of relief on the grass with his hands on the grass, then quickly lifted his right hand, and took a deep breath due to the pain.

"What's it? So hard...is it a stone?"

Froncis looked at the position he had pressed before with some distress, and saw a few white teeth scattered on the grass, one of which was the culprit who made him feel pain in his hands.

Froncis didn't know whose teeth were, but he still put them away. He was convinced in his heart that this should be the broken teeth of a poor subordinate of his. He would see someone who didn't speak later, or when he was exposed, he could confirm who the owner of the teeth was.

Froncis silently took away the 2nd holy relics, and felt that fortunately the armored man did not take away the 2nd holy relics. If he really took it away, then his trouble would be great. Maybe he would have to come to this ghost place again to ask him for help.

However, the probability of possibility is almost zero. After all, as soon as the two sides met, the other party rushed over and beat them without saying a word...

Froncis smiled helplessly, and went to wake up his subordinates who were still unconscious. Then he found that not only did his subordinates not have any trauma, but their teeth did not fall off and there was no place for them to feel pain.

Froncis suddenly felt relieved.

He now seriously suspected that the armored man had the ability similar to healing, and then killed them in seconds before he treated them.

′ Since we will heal us, He must be a good person...′

Froncis smiled as if he was relieved. After all, it would be very, very troublesome if he allowed the person who could easily beat him as his enemy.

As for why the armored man attacked them, Froncis didn't know and didn't want to go into it. He gave this matter to the archbishop who was responsible for thinking about it carefully. Maybe the other party simply lived in that forest and refused to bother him.

However, if that armored man can really heal others, and even the knocked teeth can grow back, those teeth seem to be their own...

Froncis' mood became more subtle when he thought of this. Looking at the evening sunset, Froncis looked around. Although some of their horses escaped when the armored man rushed into the pile of people (and partly because the master was still riding on them, Artoria simply knocked them out after knocking them down.), but there was still a part of them.

After organizing his subordinates, Froncis immediately took everyone back to the headquarters of Destiny.

After a long period of time.

Froncis returned to the headquarters of Destiny and reported a series of events that had occurred before to the Archbishop.

"Yeah, I get it."

"So, will I need to investigate tomorrow?"

Francis asked in a calm tone at this time, because Francis knew exactly what the Archbishop was. From what the Archbishop said before, it could be guessed that the Archbishop would definitely send someone to investigate tomorrow, but the object of the investigation had changed, from the original forest suddenly appeared to the armored man who had no identity.

And Froncis, who has been there once and is strong, is obviously the best candidate to investigate.

"You don't need to go there."

“Hmm? No need??”

The Archbishop looked at Froncis' confused look and smiled kindly. He stepped forward and patted Froncis on the shoulder, and said gently: "Because, now there are people who need you more than me."

"Are you talking about Vanlian?"

At this time, Froncis was obviously a little nervous and his hands were tightly clenched.

"Yes, Yuanlian gave birth to a girl this afternoon, that is..."

"My Karen was born! I'm officially a father?!!"

The expression on Froncis's face became extremely excited and joyful. Finally, he seemed to think of something bad, and his expression became serious. He looked at the Archbishop in front of him seriously. Before he could speak, the Archbishop reached out to make gesture to make him shut up, smiled and shook his head, and said lightly.

"Safe, Yuanlian is not seriously injured. The mother and daughter are healthy. You are indeed officially a father now. Go back and take a look. After all, although Yuanlian is not seriously injured, she is still very weak after giving birth. And because you are not by her side, she has been a little uneasy. Come and accompany her. As for the candidates to investigate, you don't have to worry. I have already made plans."

"I understand, thank you Archbishop!"

Froncis bent down to salute the Archbishop in joy, and then rushed back to his home with excitement.

The Archbishop sat back to his original position, constantly tapping the handrail with his fingers, not knowing what he was thinking.