I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

"Hmph," Ozymandias propped up his chin. Although he had no basis at all, he just felt that Wang Hassan was standing behind Sidica and watching him.

"Great Sun King, please help us," Arash stood beside Hidicah.

Nitocris hesitated.

She felt that at this time, as pharaohs, they should agree to form an alliance, but Ozymandias has not yet expressed his position. It would be disrespectful to help Ozymandias express his position without authorization.

"Nitocris, you are also the pharaoh who leads the people. You don't need to take care of Yu's face and speak your mind," Ozymandias said calmly.

"I, we should form an alliance with them," Nitocris said earnestly after gritting her teeth, "whether as a pharaoh or as a servant, we should choose the future of Humanity."

"Even if it's the opposite of what Yu thinks?"

"Yes!"

"Hahahaha, very good! You are the attitude a pharaoh should have," Ozymandias stood up, "Looking at Nitocris and Arash, the pure white hero is You win! Take it, all the rest of your power, and break down the pathetic kingdom that the Lion King seeks to cease forever!"

In the end, he was still arrogant.

but--

"Wang is indeed a disturbing and reassuring existence."

Sidica couldn't help but sigh.

The almost instinctive Sidica remembered Mordred's carefree look.

She is rude and reckless, loses her temper casually, often duplicity, which is really worrying, but she is willing to accept malice and will never give in. It seems that as long as she follows her, there will be no so-called end.

Sure enough, Mordred, you have the qualifications to become a king.

PS Ice curse dragon is so disgusting, salted fish, salted fish, honestly code words

Chapter 36 King's Qualifications

It may take a long time to investigate.

Looking at Mordred, who was quite embarrassed by a group of children, Sidica began to consider whether to persuade Mordred to wash and sleep.

"Don't underestimate Lord Mordred!"

Mordred, who had all kinds of strange graffiti painted on his face, shouted, and then carefully pulled the wooden sticks that were put up, and then——

"boom--"

Mordred accepted the punishment with a face ashen.

Bedwell held his tea and exhaled like an old man admiring the children's laughter, always feeling like he had figured out something.

"Sure enough, it is Mr. Mordred, who is Mr. Mordred."

To think of Mordred as a king, I have been confused since I haven't seen the king for too long.

Well, that's great, Mordred really doesn't look like a king at all.

Although I can't see the expression of the cursed wrist wearing a mask, but looking at him holding the tea in confusion, he is probably wondering, what kind of guy has been chased and killed before, and he is about to collapse. Mordred.

"It's almost like a child," Fujimaru Tatsuka groaned.

"No way, senior, Miss Mordred is looking at us with a super scary expression," Matthew pulled the hem of Tōmaru Rika's clothes.

Fujimaru Rika blinked, Mordred was indeed staring at her with super scary eyes, but unfortunately, she really couldn't see the horror from the face full of all kinds of graffiti and only funny. Character.

"What the hell are you doing?" Sidica reluctantly took the towel that Da Vinci handed him.

"Of course it's woo woo woo, wait for woo woo woo with my own people, hey! At least wait for me to say woo woo woo, it hurts! At least woo woo woo, take it easy!!!"

Seeing Mordred's face being rubbed by Sidica, Fujimaru Rika nodded.

"Well, it's a child."

"That's right."

Matthew nodded.

"Hey! I heard woo woo woo, haven't you finished wiping!!!"

"I'll take another look," Sidica touched her chin and began to study Mordred's face carefully.

"What, what are you doing, suddenly so serious," Mordred blushed.

"Well, face destruction, ahem, the magic of making people handsome has ended beautifully," Sidica patted Mordred on the shoulder, "Do you want to continue?"

Mordred grinned as he touched his face.

"Huh? Lord Mordred didn't need such magic from the very beginning."

Under the adoring gazes of the children, Mordred raised his fist toward the sky.

"Well, is there any magic that makes me look a little more dignified?"

Mordred, who should have rested, quietly touched behind Sidica, who was sitting on a tree trunk, vigilant, like a thief.

"You're cowardly too fast," Sidica sighed.

Although vaguely expected.

"Aren't there children watching during the day," Mordred swayed back and forth as he clawed at the tree trunk.