I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

Gareth cried: "Pretending to be the king...we will be killed if we are found!"

"Don't worry, I did everything by myself. I will take full responsibility, and I will be the only one who was killed if something happened. Don't be afraid." Mordred laughed. Said: "Besides, Sister Gareth didn't want Teacher Guiniweier to die, right?"

"That's right... But let me use magic to help you pretend to be the king and deceive Guini Wei Erqing. You are too courageous? Don't you have any respect for the king?" Gareth cried.

"Respect is not meant to be spoken, but to be put in my heart. And it taught me... well. That's it." Mordred smiled.

Gareth cried: "Guineville was taught by the king. You can't fool Ginny's, Mordred."

"How do you know if you don't try, you shameful crap!" Mordred's face condensed, and he shouted.

Gareth was startled.

Mordred's face softened, and he stretched out his hand to gently stroke her head, and smiled: "Pretty expression."

Later, Mordred turned and left.

"Why... why is it like this?" Gareth muttered to himself.

In the dark night.

Guinevere looked at the file with a lamp, coughing as she watched it.

"Cough cough cough..."

She coughed up blood and threw herself on the table, her face pale and blurred.

"The king... the king... can't fall yet... I..."

Mordred stared for a long time and realized that now was a good time.

After finishing her appearance, she opened the door of the study and walked in slowly.

"Who...?" Guinevere asked vaguely.

"Huh."

Mordred snorted coldly.

She has learned a lot of the wisdom books of the king, and all those recorded in the wisdom books are the spoken words of the king. After studying so much, she already had the impression of that king in her heart.

She felt that if the king was present at this time, he would definitely snorted first, so she snorted.

Guinevere raised her head and looked at her with blurred eyes.

In an instant, her consciousness became clear.

"You...you are..." Guiniweier shook.

Mordred sneered and said, "I don't even recognize this king, you are lost..."

Before Mordred finished speaking, Guinevere rushed forward, hugged her, buried her head in her arms, and cried, "Wang...Wang...!!!"

No... there is no such thing!

Mordred panicked, but didn't know what to do.

"Wang...uuuu...Wang...!!!" Guiniweier cried.

Mordred hesitated for a moment, then yelled: "Let go of this king, you shameful crap!"

"Don't let it go... I won't let it go... I know this is a dream. Once I let go, you will disappear again, Wang."

Guinevere cried and raised her head, looking at Mordred's face, and said, "Wang...do you know? After you left, a lot, a lot of things happened! Morgan... Morgan she ran away !"

Mordred knew about this, and didn't know how to comfort him, so he could only respond, "This...this king knows...what the king wants to say is...Yeah...!!!"

Mordred hadn't finished speaking before being pushed directly to the ground by Guinevere.

Guinevere climbed onto Mordred. Mordred was terrified and shivered. "Old... teacher... you... what do you want to do?"

Guinevere hugged Mordred, coughed twice, and said happily: "Please grab my hair again, please teach me again, please scold me again...Wang...Wang..."

"That..."

"Please grab my hair!" Guinevere said.

"Yes...!"

Mordred grabbed Guinevere's hair, her petite body trembling a little.

Such Guinevere, she became a little scared.

"Wang...Wang...This is the breath of the king, it's not wrong..." Guiniweier hugged Mordred, showing a happy expression.

After hesitating for a while, Mordred remembered the purpose of his trip and said cautiously: "Gui...Guineville, you go back to the inner sea of ​​the stars. Don't hold on any longer."

"No!" Guinevere held Mordred and said with a serious face: "Attila's threat has not been lifted...I...I can't go...Even if I die here, I can't go. . I can't live up to your teaching, I can't live up to your kindness...I..."

Mordred gritted his teeth and grabbed Guinevere's hair.

"It hurts... it hurts... the familiar pain..."

"How much do you want others to worry about, you shameful crap?" Mordred scolded.

Guinevere shook her body, "But...but..."

"What's the matter? What can you do with your decadent body? What use is there for you besides worrying? Didn't you see? Bedwell is worried about you, and Ager is worried. You, I am worried about you too!" Mordred said.

Guinevere said: "But...but, Attila's threat..."

"If you are in this situation... if Al and the soldiers on the front know what it will be like, do you understand? Do you want Al to fight with a burden, you mess!" Mordre De asked.

Guinevere gritted her teeth and said: "Shut up! Shut up! What are you? You are just a phantom of my admirer. You are just a dream I can't reach. You are just..."

Before she could finish her words, Mordred grabbed her hair tightly, and then moved backwards—

"It hurts... It hurts..." Guiniweier cried.

"Is this still a phantom? Go back to the inner sea of ​​the stars to recover, get well and come back again, Guinevere!" Mordred yelled and pulled Guinevere away from his body, then turned and left. He scolded: "Don't worry about this king anymore, you shameful crap!"

"Wang...Wang...Woo...Wang...!!!"

Guinevere crawled on the ground and began to cry.

Mordred ran out of the palace in a mess, leaning his hands against the wall, and patted his chest with a panic on his face.

She was scared to death just now.