This is My Heroic Path

"By the way, Sister Morgan."

An Zhiyu looked at Morgan Le Fay's back, and suddenly called out to her.

Morgan's footsteps paused slightly, and he looked back at him.

"Lily will leave it to you in the future."

Morgan's eyes widened slowly, as if realizing something, he turned around and walked quickly in front of him, with one hand on An Zhiyu's shoulder, staring at those calm black pupils.

"What do you want to do?"

"Get everything back on track." An Zhiyu said calmly.

Lily has not drawn out the sword in the stone now, and the tribes are well integrated. Although it is a conspiracy planned by a foreign race, at least the territory has basically been taken back.

It's no problem getting everything back on track now.

Then he should get out of here.

"You want to leave?" Morgan Le Fay understood An Zhiyu's meaning and stared at him closely.

"I will stabilize the situation in Britain before leaving. After that, as long as we fight steadily, it will not be difficult to drive out the aliens... If you are there with Vortigern, I am very relieved."

This is a conspiracy planned by the foreign race, but in fact, it is also an opportunity for An Zhiyu.

He has never found a suitable opportunity, but this time, after thinking about it, it is a good opportunity.

Although the reason for this opportunity is a bit not good.

"Sister Morgan, don't you think it would be better for me to go back? We can live like before, and Lily's problem has been solved, right? You just need to let Agguiwen and Gao Wen and the others will continue to assist Lily."

An Zhiyu smiled at the end, "It's just that I probably won't be able to come to Britain after this."

"Are you serious?" Morgan asked.

"I'm serious." An Zhiyu nodded.

"Taking advantage of this opportunity, just resign!"

Morgan stared at An Zhiyu with a twinkle in his eyes, and quickly nodded: "I understand, come to my room at night, this matter needs to be discussed in detail."

"Why is it your room...?" An Zhiyu was stunned.

"My room has a barrier set up." Morgan played with a strand of hair, raised his eyes to look at An Zhiyu, "after all, be careful that the partition has ears."

Chapter 144 Little Mo's Birth

"King Arthur, haven't you heard what's going on outside the royal city?!" Milo put his hands on the table and stared at An Zhiyu.

"If you don't deal with it as soon as possible, the matter will further escalate, and the whole royal city will be in chaos!"

An Zhiyu was still sitting on the throne, looking at Milo calmly below, "I will take care of this matter, don't worry."

It's just that he probably won't be in Britain after it's dealt with.

When thinking of this, An Zhiyu suddenly asked: "Sir Milo, can I ask you a question?"

"What's the matter?" Milo asked.

"Although it may just be my illusion...or excess self-awareness, I still want to make sure, do you want to be a queen?" An Zhiyu asked.

Milo was slightly taken aback, and then smiled brightly: "Yes."

It's really frank...

"What's the reason? Just simply wanting more power? Or is there some other reason?"

Milo put his finger on his lips, thought for a while, and then looked up at Anzhiyu.

After staring at him for a while, a charming smile appeared on his face: "If you have to say it, you probably want power."

"why?"

"In this way, no one can order me to do anything." Milo looked at An Zhiyu with shining eyes when he said the last thing, "Arthur, have you changed your mind?"

"Sorry." An Zhiyu shook his head.

Let others help for so long in vain, but in the end he didn't get any benefits... Although Milo's starting point is a bit problematic.

"What do you mean?" Milo tilted his head in bewilderment, his eyes full of confusion.

"You go down first." An Zhiyu said.

"Arthur, what are you going to do with that rumor?" Milo didn't leave right away, but asked.

"I'll take care of it, you go back and rest first."

Although he still wanted to continue to question An Zhiyu, seeing that he had no intention of talking anymore, Milo had no choice but to step back temporarily.

After watching Milo leave, An Zhiyu thought for a while.

After that, let Sister Morgan take care of her a little bit.

Whatever Milo had done before, at least everything she had done so far had been good for Britain.

I wonder what Sister Morgan wants to discuss with me?Could it be that she already has a clue to the person who spread the news?

An Zhiyu thought inwardly.