The Journey of King Arthur

"Okay, okay, now that most of the people have finished their lunch and are here, our banquet can almost begin." The Conqueror King said carelessly: "The maid next to me will help distribute the wine to everyone.

In the bowl, thank you."

"Okay." Li Jieli nodded, picked up a wine barrel and started pouring wine.

"Everyone, come and have a try! I have tasted this wine very well! And according to my master, this wine is still very scarce!" the Conqueror King said carelessly.

And almost everyone present drank, or at least took a sip. Except for Artoria and Jack.

"Ruler, why don't you and Jack drink?" At this time, the Conqueror King asked curiously.

"Minors are not allowed to drink..." Artoria looked at the King of Conqueror resentfully: "If Shirou knew about it, he would definitely nag me in my ears...

." At the dinner party in Camelot, Arturia picked up a glass of wine brought by Karz and wanted to toast with others and drink the first glass of wine in her life, but Red A silently pulled her away.

Go, and lectured for half an hour on the dangers of underage drinking before letting Artoria go, and also handed Artoria a glass of watermelon juice...

"King of Conquerors, although your wine is good, it's still not enough." Gilgamesh silently put the wine glass aside, and many golden wine glasses appeared in front of everyone: "How can the wine among heroic spirits be so casual! This is my king.

The royal wine! Drink it with gratitude! Hahahahahaha!" Gilgamesh was laughing every day.

"Hehe, since it is the royal wine drank by the King of Heroes, I won't be polite." The King of Conqueror grabbed the wine glass and drank it.

"What's wrong, little Knight King? Don't you even have the courage to drink? Are you worried about the so-called miscellaneous cultivator named Shirou you mentioned before? He has no heroic temperament at all!" Gilgamesh said with great disdain:

"Are you afraid of someone who is not around you? Why do you think you are a king?"

"Just drink! Who is afraid of whom?" Artoria shouted and drank all the wine in the glass in front of her in one breath.

"How does it taste~" Gilgamesh said teasingly.

"Good...wine..." Artoria lowered her head and said in a daze. At this time, Artoria's face was red and her hair was lying on Artoria's head weakly.

, the whole head hit the table directly with a bang...

"Just one cup...just pour it?" The Conqueror King looked at Artoria with a subtle expression.

"There is no way to let a ten-year-old child drink such strong alcohol..." Chen silently covered his face: "This situation should be normal..."

"Hiccup! You just caught me! (Drunk!)" Arturia suddenly stood up straight, the hair on her head kept jumping around, and pointed her finger at the King of Conqueror: "How could I pour such a small amount of wine?

! Sparkling gold! I want more!"

"Miscellaneous cultivator! You..."

"Um?"

"You should have told me earlier! Pour the whole jug slowly by yourself! You won't be able to finish it!" Gilgamesh said from his heart.

"Thank you!" Artoria directly picked up the golden wine flask and kept pouring it into her mouth.

[Jin Pika, are you causing trouble? Drink like this! You will die of alcohol poisoning!] The system said gloomily [And this guy doesn’t listen to the system at all when he is drunk. Ah, it seems that the detoxification work can only be left to me.

Oh...it's really troublesome...]

"Be careful, don't drink anymore..." Artoria Pendragon said in a subtle mood. After all, Artoria drank like this when she was a child.

After all, there will be some uneasiness on the face.

"Humph! I don't!" Artoria turned her head and hugged the wine bottle tightly.

"Don't be willful!"

"Hmph! I want it!"

"You are already drunk, stop drinking!"

"You mean Artoria Pendragon can drink as long as she's not drunk, right?"

"That's pretty much what it means."

"Okay, then I won't be Artoria Pendragon!" After saying that, Artoria decisively plucked out her stupid hair amid everyone's surprised expressions: "I'm not now

Artoria Pendragon! It's Artoria Pendragon alter! I pulled out the body sutra! Then I'll keep drinking! Tons, tons, tons, tons...

." Arturia held the wine flask and drank heavily. Jack quickly grabbed Dumao and stuffed it into his storage soul guide under Mordred's extremely longing eyes.

"Forget it, just don't get up tomorrow..." Artoria Pendragon said with a headache. She didn't expect that her majestic King Arthur would give herself a headache...

"Hahahaha! Artoria's great victory!!"

"I have completely let myself go. Why did it become like this? I clearly seemed like an easy-going person with a hint of seriousness before." Weber said helplessly.

"Maybe it's because I have been suppressed for too long..." El-Melloi II replied lightly, and took a sip of the glass of wine in front of him.

"Okay, okay, let's not worry about the ruler at this time. There are five remaining heroic spirits on the field! Although the Holy Grail is no longer usable, can you tell me what your wishes are?" The King of Conqueror forced the topic.

Transfer over.

"Wish? I don't have one. My purpose in this world is to find a master and fulfill my regrets during my lifetime..." Diarmuid took the lead in speaking, and Kenneth nodded next to him.

"That's a pretty good wish, of course, for a knight." The Conqueror King commented.

"Diarmuid, you are a very good knight." Artoria Pendragon commented.

"Are you able to complete your regrets in life? It's not bad." Gilgamesh still said coquettishly.

"My wish is to go down in history as a single hero..." Hassan said suddenly.

"Is that so? But your fame depends on your ability. Do you want to be an independent personality?" The Conqueror King touched his chin and said calmly.

"Indeed, this is my wish..." Hundred-faced Hassan said with relief: "The first generation of adults is right, what have I built with my countless wisdom? Fighting for the only one with hundreds of souls

The desire of faith? Now that I think about it, it’s really ridiculous..."

"Actually, I think Miss Bai Mian is very powerful and also very great." Gudazi said lightly with a smile.

"Is the word great worthy of being used to call me?" Baimian Hassan looked at Gudazi in confusion.

"Do you think a normal schizophrenic can become Hassan? And out of 100 personalities, a normal person might commit suicide at ten, but you can practice your skills and eventually become a heroic spirit. Isn't it great?"

"What do you mean? Do you pity the patient?" Baimian Hassan said with some displeasure.

"No, I just think you are very powerful." Gudazi said with a smile: "You can form an excellent spy organization by yourself, and if you don't like those clones, why not separate them all?

Ok?"

"You guy..." Baimian Hassan looked at Gudazi with a subtle mood: "Don't think you understand everything..."