Crown Dead

"Wait, wait a minute, listen to my explanation!"

One of the territories of the people of the mountain, in [Sand Village].

——The infiltration was a great success, the refugees did not suffer any casualties, the mission of the guerrilla knights failed, and the Sand Village was not exposed.

Xian Yu looked at the sky contentedly.

Then he looked at his "roommate" living with him, Mordred.

"I want $%$#kill*#[email protected]you#$...%!!"

"So it's a misunderstanding!"

In the prison, Xian Yu was arguing his innocence with a red face, and not far away was Mordred, whose hands were bound by chains, and who kept trying to kill him.

Chapter 07. The Rebel Knight Mordred

"I said... you should calm down, right? Although from the perspective of a bystander, I did do a relatively... er, relatively scumbag thing, but I did it for your own good!"

In the prison cell, Xian Yu still maintains a earnest posture, constantly persuading Xiao Mo beside him not to try to kill himself in various ways.

When honing his skills in Ur, Xianyu accidentally discovered the wider use of the samurai sword [Soul Soul] obtained from Miyamoto Musashi (the old man).

Similar to the 'anti-human treasure', 'anti-army treasure' and 'anti-city treasure', the purpose of tracing the spirit is not only to return the spirit foundation, in the follow-up development and actual combat, Xian Yu gradually understood this weapon The samurai sword is actually a "anti-spirit treasure".

Of course, this title cannot be fully summarized. All in all, Soul Tracing is more like an advanced version of "rule breaker".

If the "sustained karma" is used as fuel to infuse the sword body, then the result will be the ability to cut off the undead gathered by the sacral karma, or to return the spirit base to the reincarnated.

And if you simply pour your own [Origin] into the spirit, the result will be to dissipate and destroy any magic or "spiritual body".

At the critical moment, Xian Yu used this trick to forcibly "extinguish" Mordred who was melting.

"Father has said that, except for the Knights of the Round Table, all men are pig-hoofed, and among the Knights of the Round Table there is also Sir Lancelot."

Although he still looked unhappy, but with the physical exhaustion caused by all kinds of fierce struggle just now, and he also calmed down slowly, Mordred was finally able to barely communicate with Xianyu.

"Your father's bisexuality is as poor as her breasts—oh, it's dangerous!!"

Xian Yu complained like this, and at the same time tried to get close to Mordred, but as soon as he got close, Mordred suddenly opened his mouth and bit him.

"The king's chest is very big! Although I am also puzzled why it is so big, the part of the king's father should be similar to my own in the impression... Although this can be regarded as a side proof that I still have enough breasts. Potential, but it still feels a little subtle."

Mordred looked down at his chest, then tried to grind his teeth again.

"Big? That Mo Zai, although I know there is such a phenomenon as [biased cognition], but you should face up to yourself... Ugh, it hurts!!"

Halfway through his earnest speech, he finally showed his flaws, and Mordred hit his head hard on the bridge of the nose.

"So! I know it sounds weird, but the father here is indeed in such a big state. If you don't believe it, go and see for yourself, but you will definitely be killed in seconds."

"what?"

For a moment, he still couldn't understand the meaning of Mordred's words.

"Wait...why am I talking about my father's son in the cell of the enemy's base camp as a prisoner of war!"

Finally realizing that something was wrong, Mordred complained loudly.

"Who the hell are you? I always feel a little familiar with the king, and I seem to know the Knights of the Round Table—are you the remnants of the Crusaders?"

"Of course not. After all, I'm the one who is confused. The original enemy was killed by the guy who called himself [The Lion King], and then I ran into you Knights of the Round Table—"

"What are you talking about? You've got mud in your head, Mr. Lion King is the king who leads our Knights of the Round Table. Although I don't know why my father changed to that name."

Xiao Mo was a little surprised by Xian Yu's ignorance. She thought that the guy with this kind of combat power was either a summoned heroic spirit, or the backbone of a certain force.But as far as the conversation just now goes, this guy doesn't seem to know anything.

"Eh——!? So the Knights of the Round Table killed the original crusaders, then got the Holy Grail, snatched their residences from the aborigines, and transformed them?"

"What, you made us look like bad guys, although there is nothing wrong with it. To be honest, I don't understand the behavior of the father after he came here, but my mission is to hunt dogs. As long as I keep chasing and tearing It is enough to bite the enemy until he dies somewhere, and if there is someone who cannot be killed, he will drag him to die together, after all, the blessing [Rampage] I was given is basically something of this level.”

"..."

Xian Yu looked at the other party speechlessly, unlike the Mordred who he knew was full of vigor and would "launch a gorgeous backstab on my all-A father" at any time, Xiao Mo in this singularity not only No rebellious intentions, not even a morbid desire for devotion.

"I'm really sorry to stop you from the big sorry technique, but even if you really blow up at that time, it doesn't make any sense-I can't die."

"Huh? Your brain is broken, there is nothing that can't die. Even if there is such a thing, it will be killed by the holy order of my father."

"Holy Judgment? I really heard a lot of interesting news from you. But I can only talk about so much today. I have other things to deal with. Let's talk about it later. Today you Let's deal with it and stay here for a night. Tomorrow, I will take you to familiarize yourself with the surrounding area."

Xian Yu walked to the prison gate and said this to Mordred.

"What are you talking about there? Aren't you imprisoned by these monsters like me?"

"Uh, about this—"

Xian Yu took out the key from his pocket and unlocked the lock in reverse, then gently pushed the door open, the two eyes met.

"You liar!! I thought you were an inmate who was imprisoned like me. Give me back my trust!"

"You didn't have that kind of thing from the beginning!"

Xian Yu retorted with a little guilt, but was naturally scolded again by Mo Zai.

In short, according to the words on "Emotional Quotient", one of the "Three Most Ancient Masterpieces" of King Gilgamesh...

Sure enough, at this time, it would be better to praise the other party to calm her down, right?