My Sister is Arturia

"Isn't this the haunted house you made?" Lancelot frowned, stretched out his hand and pinched the vines hanging from the eaves with some skill. There is not much dust in the abandoned house, which probably and often has It has a lot to do with whether children will come and go here.

"Speaking of which..." Arthur lowered his head, showing a contemplative expression: "Because my sister said that she often finds scary-looking things to put in, and she feels tired of constantly updating the facilities of the haunted house, so She went to beat up those brats who often harassed you one by one. In addition, Merlin conducted persuasion and education according to her own method. In short, she told their parents, and then their parents beat them up one by one. You Got it, the boring reason for being close to witches, anyway, that’s probably how it happened. But I think they won’t come to harass you without the haunted house, maybe there’s another reason..."

"What's the reason?" Lancelot simply leaned against the door frame, his slender legs were staggered back and forth on the wooden floor, and one of the cloth shoes with a sloping back was slightly tipped up, and he habitually closed his brown shoes. In the golden autumn sun, her white hair and white skin are like harvested wheat waves.

Arthur looked at Lancelot in front of him. His long brown hair hung over his shoulders. Although it was not very clean, the long dress perfectly set off Lancelot's temperament, just like Lancelot's beautiful face. , Lancelot in front of me was still quite a beautiful girl when she was not beating anyone, probably the kind of beauty that would be hugged by children, and if she was older, she might be able to receive a love letter If there were no rumors about witches, she would probably be quite popular. Like Merlin and Artoria, you would always be hostile to a tall girl. ?No matter where you go, the world is all about faces.Although there are rumors of witches, after nearly a year, although they are not familiar, they are already familiar with Lancelot's children. Even if there is no haunted house, they will not do anything hostile again. Harassment, especially after being beaten up and down twice.

"Because of the old soldier who came back from the village, his story is very interesting." Arthur raised his brush, but did not tell the truth: "By the way, since you are here, do you want to help paint the walls together? I can reluctantly store it." You are a member of my new organization!"

While talking, Arthur threw a brush into Lancelot's hand in front of him.

Lancelot was stunned for a moment. He didn't expect Arthur to throw the brush directly into his hand. Although he really wanted to just turn his head and leave, his footsteps never moved.

And Arthur's brush has already started to move quickly on one wall, and the red paint is quickly painted on it. Not long after, another brush also appeared on the wall, and the two brushes were scattered on the wall. Brush on for a fresh color.

"Thank you."

"you are welcome."

"However, everyone here knows that it can really be a secret base?"

"You idiot, those guys have been playing here for half a year and are already tired of playing here, so they won't come here often."

"Sure enough, I'd better hit you once I see you."

"No, let me introduce my little friends to you next time, Artoria and Merlin."

no.442 gifts

The bow covered with seaweed and parasitic snails made a creaking sound in the sea fog, and slowly drove into a pile of soldiers wearing pirate clothes who seemed to be onlookers. These soldiers came from the Kingdom of Wessex Farmers, adventurers, mercenaries, and members of the alliance of young and regular soldiers from all over the place held their breath nervously, and clenched their weapons and shields tightly.

The ships that entered the port through the mist filled the entire port almost instantly, and in the mist, more human voices could still be heard, and the intruders who communicated in strange languages ​​made loud noises presumptuously. With that, the excitement of coming to a new land, the desire to launch an unprecedented invasion.

When these 3 people were actually placed in front of less than 1000 people after removing the wounded in the sea fog, even though most of the warships on which the 3 people were boarded still stayed at the port due to the limited size of the port. Outside the port, the overwhelming sense of pressure in terms of numbers still weighs on everyone like a mountain.

The first ship docked at the pier dropped its huge anchor. The "pirate" on the port began to help fix the ship skillfully. A wooden board was dropped heavily from the high deck and hit on the ground. There was a "bang" sound on the brick floor of the pier, like a hammer hitting everyone's heart.

Arthur stood on the pier, quietly waiting for the first person to appear on the deck of the huge sailboat in front of him. Of course, Arthur, who drank the potion, looked like Thaurissan in the eyes of others at this moment. There is no difference.

And beautiful girls like Lancelot, Garahan, Bedivere, Triss, and Lan Mallock stood a little further away. Around Arthur were hideous-looking guys who looked like pirates, Tryndamere, and Wolf Stark.

The wet leather boots stepped on the board lowered from the deck, and some black sewage squeezed out from the soles of the leather boots. Armored arms were placed on the knees, and the man standing on the deck leaned forward slightly. In the mist, I can't see his appearance clearly, but Arthur looked at the wanton and relaxed movements of the man in front of him. Even if this man is not the leader of these 3 people, he is probably a small man. The leader is gone.

"Why is it just you? Where are the others? I heard that Jack Sparrow is here, what's wrong? Are they all still asleep?" The man's tone was ridiculed, and he didn't seem to agree Apart from Arthur disguised as Thaurissan, most of the people on the port were strangers, so there was no doubt about it.

"Of course not. After all, today is such an important day. They are preparing to attack. You must know that Britain is very big." Arthur, who pretended to be Thaurissan, waved his hand at the man in front of him and greeted him: "Hurry up and come here. This doesn't seem to be your flagship, right? Are all the troops still outside the port? After all, this port can't hold so many ships of yours."

"Flagship? That's just how you 'civilized people' call it. Our fleet doesn't have any flagships. We don't need those ships that huddle behind for fear of death, knocking down the enemy's small boats, and burning the enemy's big ships. That's how we fight."

The man grinned, then whistled to the back:

"Signify the people behind to log in quickly, let's teach those cowardly Britannia a good lesson."

Accompanied by the man's order, the ships behind shouted one after another, and some people began to lower the canoe from the side of the sailboat. The invaders who came from the Europa continent and crossed the English Channel, They began to transfer from the sailboat to the small wooden boat one after another along the rope ladder. There was no way for the huge sailboat to enter the port. The invaders could only be transported slowly to the port by small boats.

And the man in front of him also got off the boat. When he stepped onto the port, his pace slowed down a little, and then he glanced at the surrounding crowd with strange eyes.

"What's the matter? Do you have any questions?" Arthur stood in front of the man, one hand slowly touched the hilt of his sword.

Behind the man, some intruders have come down from the sailboat one after another. Those intruders who have been drifting on the sea for a long time are looking at the surrounding ports with greedy and novel eyes. The pirates who got off the ship, the pirates pretended by Arthur's Union soldiers, looked much cleaner, and this was also the reason why the man in front of him was puzzled, and besides Thaurissan, no one saw Any familiar face made him hesitate a little.

On the sea water behind him, the swift intruders have densely filled the sea surface of the port, but the intruders on the small boats gradually began to sound a little chaotic, and they were not about to invade. The loud laughter was not a shout with excitement, but a noisy noise with doubts.

"What is this? Isn't this sea water?"

"It's black, it's sticky, what the hell is it that these guys are too lonely, venting to the sea every day? Aren't these guys going out to catch women?"

"Idiot! If you vent to the sea, you will be washed away in no time!"

"Why are you so proficient?"

"Wait, this is not a question of proficiency!?"

Although the pirates on the sea were still talking about it, none of them seemed to have seen the strange thing on the water before them, but this strange phenomenon was enough to attract the attention of the man standing on the pier.

"What are these? Thaurissan? There are such things in the seas of Britain? I have never heard of them."

The man looked at Arthur in surprise.

"This is a gift." Arthur said unhurriedly: "This is a gift for the intruders, its name, you should have heard of it, this thing is called Greek fire, and I used it to entertain you. "

"What?" The man took a step back, one hand was already on the hilt of his sword, but Arthur's speed was a little faster, the long sword had already been unsheathed, but Arthur didn't have time to make the next move.

Behind the man, the rusted sword had pierced through his body. Lancelot stood behind the man and used the rusted sword before he could draw out his long sword to pose any threat to Arthur. took his life!

no.443 Greek fire

A rusty iron sword pierced through the tall man's chest. Even if he was a ferocious pirate, the blood dripping from the rusty sword was still bright red.

The pirates from the Europa continent seem to be unable to believe that their death is so simple. Being stabbed from behind with a rusty sword is not an honorable way to die, especially when others use a rusty sword Such a weapon.

Perhaps in his opinion, this is a great shame, but for Lancelot, it may not be the case.

"Being killed by my artifact, you should feel a great honor."

After drawing out his rusty sword, watching the man in front of him slowly knelt down, and at the last moment before dying on the ground, Lancelot said so with arrogance.

"Don't rush to be honored. The character who is so easily killed is probably a walk-on. Next, don't take it lightly." Arthur hung his drawn long sword to the ground, because it was snatched by Lancelot again. Because of the death of the head, so he explained in this way with some embarrassment.