Crown Dead

Bedivere told Xian Yu about Lancelot in his heart, and the latter was taken aback when he heard it, and at the same time wondered if this handsome white-haired (1 meter) white-haired man could be a round table blowjob?

"Not only Sir Lancelot, Gao Wenqing, Kaiqing, Drizzt, Galahart, etc., everyone is very good, much better than a guy like me, with perfect character and spirit Knights!"

"Even if you say that... I only know Mordred."

Xian Yu scratched his head, really met this kind of fanatical fans.

"In my impression, Mo Zai is about a single-digit mental age, who always recognizes his father, and will be a filial son who struggles and hesitates for a long time when going to the toilet."

Xian Yu's impression of Xiao Mo sounds more nonsense than that of Lancelot.

"Well... yes, it is indeed Lord Mordred."

Bedivere nodded in agreement with a smile on his face.

"Who is an idiot with a mental age below double digits!"

With a bang, the warehouse door was pushed open heavily, and the master of the discussion between the two——Mordred appeared in the room.

"Eh? Why are you here, Mo Zai?"

"Who is Mo Zai! Kill you! Really - give me some refutation of that guy's nonsense, Bedivere."

Xiao Mo walked into the warehouse, came to Xianyu's side and looked at Bedivere.

"That... probably because what you said is true?"

"I'm going to spill you both!"

Mo Zai is like a cat with its hair blown.

"Really, I felt a familiar atmosphere, so I came here to take a look, and it turned out that you are the best guy in the round table... Tsk, you obviously didn't get a response from the Lion King at that time, and it's why you're here again now." What to do?"

Xiao Mo asked Bedivere in an unhappy tone, and the latter lowered his head slightly.

"...Sure enough, the king has changed. It's not the King Arthur I'm looking for who stays here, but the Lion King who has become an enemy of the world."

"I really dare to say that he is obviously the guy with the lowest sense of existence. Whether it is the Lion King or King Arthur, it doesn't make any difference to me. It's better to say that this guy can easily wield a sharp gun and has the power to rival the end of the world. The Lion King is what King Arthur should have, the most perfect and extreme appearance. After all, the father—after all, King Arthur himself is a completely calm and perfect ice-cold king without any emotions at all."

Mordred explained what King Arthur looks like in his inner landscape.

"No——you are so wrong, Sir Mordred. Our king is not the king of heartless, her perfection and toughness are just disguised by armor and holy sword. She has her own emotions, but I buried it deep in my heart for the glory of Britain."

"Ha, the weak and incompetent guy is so weak even in the construction of King Arthur in his mind-hey, loach! You should also know the father, right? What kind of existence do you think King Arthur is like!"

"--what?"

Xianyu, who had been happily nibbling melon seeds next to him and listening to the live-action ethical interactive talk show inside the large round table, suddenly became the meeting point of the eyes of Bedivere and Mordred.

"King Arthur...she is very...Emmmm"

The first thing that pops out of Xian Yu's mind is a jumping dumb hair.Immediately after that was Mo Zaipai's brigade who could fight a Holy Grail War by themselves.

【King Arthur】This noun refers to too many things!It is almost like [instant noodles] to the extent that it contains almost everything in the world.

But here, it should refer to the most original cotton quilt.

Artoria with various other strange jobs left the stage, leaving only the original ancestor Artoria No. [-] machine.

Xian Yu recalled the other party's characteristics, but none of the keywords that popped up in his head were useful: the stomach is connected to a black hole, vise, and he knows a thing or two about the methods of OO men.Don't understand people's hearts (referring to the quilt), pluck hair and lose color.So straightforward that the Three Kings Banquet was forced into autism by the other two foolish mouths, the only miserable girl in the whole war who wanted a cup or the only one who couldn't reach it, etc...

Although I have a deep impression of King Arthur, if I tell these "impressions" truthfully, I will probably be beaten to the ground by Mordred.

Out of the desire to survive, Xian Yu finally chose a set of official accents, such as "stable and reliable", "superior strength", "overwhelming charm", "extremely popular", "rich, strong and democratic" and so on.

The effect was surprisingly good, perhaps because of the power of Xianyu's socially awkward punches, the two actually stopped arguing about "Where is King Arthur so awesome?"

Instead, they talked with Xian Yu about how perfect, cute, handsome and charming the king they were loyal to was.

The left channel is Xiao Bei's loyal dog-like yearning and admiration tone, and the right channel is Xiao Mo's face-changing Sichuan opera, which is proud and dissatisfied.

...Sure enough, the round table group is all king chefs.

"In short, since your purpose is to confront the King Arthur of this era, or the Lion King, then we should be on the same front in a sense. And I have confirmed your identity from Mo Zai. In that case There is no need to keep you locked up."

"No, it's too late to be grateful for being able to save me who is most likely in the enemy's camp."

After a brief conversation, Xian Yu basically understood Bedivere's position and purpose.Different from the round table groups that were first summoned by the Lion King, Bedivere's existence is somewhat similar to that of the previous Mr. Qianzi Muramasa. He was summoned here to prevent the Lion King from further distorting and deteriorating this singularity. heroic spirit.

With two ping-pong sounds, the chain was cut by the string, and Bedivere was finally released from the shackles.

"Hey, Bedivere. What's the matter with that arm of yours?"

Xiao Mo noticed the silver arm on Bedivere's right hand.

"This is for people like me to be able to fight against my former companions. I specially obtained it from Master Merlin. The arm of Nuyada, the God of War."

"Ha, are you thinking carefully because you can't beat it? This surprises me. I thought you would always be that rigid one-armed weirdo."

"After all, I am too weak. If I want to achieve my goal, I must use a lot of strength."

Bedivere gently touched the silver arm with his left hand, his expression was a little cherished, but he also blamed himself.

"Since Betty's body has almost recovered, let's go out for a stroll. Besides, I am also the temporary leader here. Helping guests familiarize themselves with the environment is also one of my responsibilities~"

Xian Yu pushed open the wooden door and led Bedivere out of the dark warehouse.

"Betty . . . if it's convenient for you. Well, here?"