The Journey of King Arthur

After solving the witch, everyone quickly headed to the next location, which was the arena.

There was a lot of red paint in the arena, splashed on the floor and walls. Of course there was still some blood, but there was more paint.

Creatures below level 20 do not bleed and do not have enough blood, so why paint them with paint to create such a bloodthirsty atmosphere? Arturia thought to herself.

"Oh? I didn't expect that a few poor people actually ran in. It's really incredible. Why don't you salute me quickly when you see me, Mr. Gerito?"

The voice of an arrogant man came from the viewing platform of the arena. Everyone looked towards the viewing platform and saw a man in red sitting sideways on a chair.

"Is that bastard witch looking for something again? It's really useless. Several poor people came in and didn't know it." At this time, the man who called himself Jerrito suddenly laughed ferociously: "But this is better, since you are not like that

Cubes (children born to creatures above level 20 will look like their parents, not cubes, and do not need to reach level 20.), that means your body can bleed."

"This tone is the same as that guy who laughs all day long. It makes people uncomfortable..." Artoria looked at Jerrito indifferently at this time.

"Tch, who allowed you to look at me like this? Do you want to die? Humph! It might be enough for you and the useless knight to turn the blood on the wall into real blood.

." At this time, Gerito's murderous intention was released without hesitation: "Lan Erni, you guys, take care of these poor people, and then deal with the knight's servant. There are so many people now who don't need that guy.

Blood is provided.”

"Yes!"×n

These seven men wearing knight armor jumped down from the viewing platform.

"Why are you doing this, helping that evil person to do evil?" Artoria's (blackened) expression, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years, finally changed and became more gloomy: "Have you forgotten all the knight's declaration and rules?

"

"Childish~" A mocking voice reached Artoria's ears, and it was the middlemost knight among the knights who spoke: "What's the use of knights' declarations and codes? I don't know what the higher-ups are doing.

What? You must take this oath before becoming a knight. The so-called code, huh, not many people are willing to abide by it all, okay? Little girl, you are as naive as the Knights of Thurston and Majestic. One of the rules is one of them.

There are useless things, such as not bullying the weak, etc. When the empire needs territory, it still needs us to invade."

Artoria looked at the 'knights' standing in front of her indifferently: "Is this the reason why you pretended to be bandits and rob the village?"

"One day you will do the same when you need resources. No, that day won't happen! You will be killed by us here."

"There is indeed no day when I, Artoria Pendragon, swear here that I will not take the initiative to invade other stable (including that the people live a happy life and the rulers are not evil), weak forces, that is,

In the name of the King of Knights, I take away your identity as a knight! Sir Lancelot, please deal with them."

"Hahaha! Deal with me? I am Pre-Paladin Thirty-eight..." The man did not continue because he found that he was spinning and landing rapidly, and there was a headless corpse in front of him.

How could he be so strong? It was exactly the same as the feeling of powerlessness he felt when facing Thurston (chief).

Almost instantly, all the heads of the people in front of Artoria fell to the ground. Lancelot stood near the headless corpse, holding the Indestructible Lake Light in his hand.

Red A put down the bow in his hand, and just when Jerrito was trying to escape, Red A was shot dead. He knew that with Artoria’s character, it was impossible to let these people go, and there was another witch from last time.

experience, it would save time to kill them directly.

"Let's go and see if there are any fish that have slipped through the net." Artoria reminded the stunned Dou Tang seven people and walked out of the arena.

(The scenes seen by Dou Tang and others have been harmonized.)

Along the way, Artoria and others solved some fish that slipped through the net and rescued many villagers. When they were about to leave, they were helped by a villager and finally came to the last room. According to the villager, there was something inside.

There was a shota who was a knight's servant and was imprisoned here because he wanted to rescue them.

The door was quickly opened by Lancelot. A 1.4-meter-tall young man with blue hair was sitting in the corner holding his legs. He was wearing a white T-shirt that should be worn by experimental subjects in major works. His skin was pale and he was put on

Handcuffs, with many instant healing potions around him, noticed Artoria and others coming in, opened his empty lavender eyes, and looked at Artoria and others.

Who are they? Shota thought in his mind.

"What's your name?" Arturia asked coldly.

"Majes..."

"Are you a knight who will completely abide by the knight's code?"

"I have ceased to be a knight a long time ago, and..." Majes suddenly stopped at this moment, bit his lower lip, and after holding it in for a long time, he said calmly: "I don't want to be a knight anymore...

....”

Both sides were silent for a while.

"Where are your parents? In the Pre-Holy Empire?"

"I am an orphan..."

"..."

"Sigh... Sir Lancelot, you will be responsible for this child from now on." Artoria sighed deeply, then said to Lancelot, and then left, Hong A and Dou

Tang Qi and a large number of villagers also left with Artoria.

"Who is she?" asked Majors.

"She is a king worthy of my eternal service." Lancelot said softly, and easily unlocked Majes's handcuffs.

"She is? King?" Majes said in shock.

"Well, she is my king worthy of serving forever." Lancelot gently answered the same answer as before.

"You actually let a little girl become the king." Majes said very puzzled.

"Yes, we actually made that little girl the king..." Lancelot's tone became darker, and his hands unconsciously clenched, but Majes did not notice.

"Huh..." Lancelot took a deep breath and let himself relax: "Are you interested in hearing the story of the King of Knights?" After speaking, he picked up Majes and put him down.

Behind the back.

"I no longer want to be a knight..." Majes's tone became more and more silent, and he hugged Lancelot's neck.

"It doesn't matter whether this has anything to do with you wanting to become a knight. I just want you to hear this story." Lancelot explained patiently: "From today on, I will be your guardian. Give me

Is it normal for 'children' to tell stories?" Lancelot found that Majors was already being carried on his back, so he took out his feet and took Majors away.

"Is that so..." Majes's hands unconsciously hugged Lancelot a little tighter.

"Of course." Lancelot smiled.

"Story...I want to hear, the story of the King of Knights..."

"Okay." Lancelot carried Majestic on his back, walking under the dark dungeon and softly telling the story of the King of Knights: "A long, long time ago, there was a country called Great Britain..."