My Sister is Arturia

Then, the next point is-

Really, thank you very much! (bow!)

Thank you for your company for nearly two years. Without your support, it would be impossible for me to persevere. Writing a book is really difficult. Really, I have to overcome all kinds of temptations all the time, such as games and games .

Sitting in front of the computer, looking at the computer in a daze and unable to write anything about Kawen's experience, I really want to die, really.

However, it is also very happy, a very happy thing, especially reading everyone's book reviews, everyone's postings and complaints, it is very interesting, I rarely interact with you, it's not because I'm lazy (actually, I'm a little bit, I prefer I mostly talk in the QQ group), it is really writing that takes up most of my time, well, I will correct it in the future, and interact with everyone in the inter-posts and book review areas in the book when I have nothing to do.

Well, I also hope that everyone can express your thoughts. After reading a book, there is always a reflection on the book or something! (Slapping the blackboard.)

Joke, joke, thank you again, thank you for your company, I hope you can continue to accompany me in the years, the creative journey of blue and white is still going on!

I'm currently writing a theatrical version

Recently, I am writing the theatrical version of this book, and it will not be released in a single chapter. That is to say, the minimum number of words is [-] words, and it becomes a short story alone, with a beginning, a passage, a climax and an ending. This is the meaning of the theatrical version .

Well, that’s how it is. I’ll post it when it’s finished. Occasionally, I’ll put something I want to write in this book. Feel free to read it~

①① Frank

no.823 Three years later, Arthur's new adventure

"Brother, I'm not bragging. I once saw the real face of His Majesty King Arthur one kilometer away. Does the British Royal Guard know? It's three layers inside and three layers outside to protect His Majesty King Arthur. That size, that style, tsk tsk , It’s really not me bragging to you, there was no one who dared to look up at that time, I was a little bit bigger, so I looked up at my emperor.”

In the dilapidated tavern, a middle-aged man with a red wine-grooved nose poured barley wine into his stomach with a wooden cup, with a reminiscing expression on his face. memories, or the aftertaste of the aroma of ale.

"So awesome?"

The one sitting in front of the middle-aged man is a young man who looks eighteen or nineteen years old with a smile on his face. The young man has black hair and a neat dress. He looks white and tender, but he is not It will make people feel like a son of a noble family, because... the young man looks a little salty.

"Niu, Niu batch?"

The middle-aged man obviously didn't understand what the young man said, but looking at the expression on the young man's face, he could probably guess what he said:

"That's right! It's awesome! But it's just as it should be. Who made His Majesty Arthur and Arturia the wise monarchs that are rare in a hundred years? Sweeping the Anglo-Saxons, even the Elf Queen His Majesty Arthur and the Knights of the Round Table of His Majesty Artoria, the dwarf king who is a good brother of our Majesty Arthur, Ireland and Scotland, you know, how awesome and powerful they used to be, but now, they are still Didn't become a member of the Federation of our Great Britain, that declaration..."

"The Declaration of the Scottish Federation of Great Britain and Ireland was only released half a year ago."

The boy seemed to like listening to middle-aged men bragging, and added.

"Yes, that's right! It's the Declaration of Confederation issued by His Majesty Arthur after he returned to the royal court of Camelot. After all, isn't it the merger of Ireland and Scotland into Britain? Everyone understands it."

The middle-aged man winked at the young man, and then took another sip of the ale in the quilt, but this time he didn't drink enough, because there was no wine in the glass.

The boy picked up the jug beside him and filled another glass for the middle-aged man.

"There is still a little difference between federation and merger. Well, there is not much difference. By the way, uncle, you haven't said what I asked you."

The boy didn't look in a hurry, he said.

"Things? What's the matter? Hiccup..."

The middle-aged man hiccupped and froze for a moment.

"It's the origin of the group of pirates who tried to rob the Earl of Wesenli before. I heard that you know the situation in the nearby sea very well, so I want to ask you for relevant information."

The boy repeated it.

"Ah, you're talking about those Frankish pirates!" The middle-aged man waved his hand, with a nonchalant expression on his face: "Then what are pirates? Are they? In my opinion, that’s not called looting, it’s just attempted theft. Those Franks who followed the Romans have always been so spineless and vulnerable.”

"Does uncle know where they are now?" the boy asked.

"Hiding in the mountains, here, the mountain in front."

The middle-aged man raised his hand, pointed to a not very high mountain forest outside the closed window, and said:

"Young man, have you accepted the task of the Adventurer's Guild? Do you have any ideas, young man? Would you like me to introduce you to the best blacksmith in the village? Maybe I can make you an artifact."

"No need, I have this holy sword."

As the boy said, he lifted the saber at his waist. The saber was completely wrapped in a very ordinary scabbard, and even the hilt was wrapped in coarse cloth.

"Hey, it's called Holy Sword. Is the young man very pursuing? Remember to polish the blade before the battle!"

The man smiled, and poured the wine from the wine glass into his stomach again. The boy smiled and did not reply. He dropped a shiny golden coin and put it on the table. The middle-aged man patronized drinking , and did not notice the astonished eyes of the people around, after all, it is rare to see gold coins of such good quality in remote places.

At this time, a tall woman in a cloak walked in from the outside of the tavern. After seeing the boy, she walked straight over.

"Arthur."

The woman in the cloak was facing the boy in front of her. To be precise, she was the great knight king, the guardian of Britain, Ireland and Scotland, Arthur Pendragon.

"Ahem, Merlin, let's go out and talk."

Arthur whispered to Merlin in front of him, and then pulled Merlin out of the tavern.

After walking outside, he finally forgot the smell of mud, beer and sweat behind him. Merlin lifted his hood, took a deep breath, and the original blueness was gone from his brows. Seriously, Merlin is already a big girl at this moment. (In our previous story of the first part, Arthur and others were all 15 years old, and the second part was three years later.)

"How's the intelligence inquiry going? You said I'll leave it to you, so we didn't bother the Succubus' intelligence system."

Merlin walked beside Arthur, and the two walked towards the river not far away. A caravan could be vaguely seen by the river.

"Oh, of course we can't bother the succubus intelligence system. After all, I ran away secretly... I mean, we came out to observe the people's sentiments. If the succubus found out, Sister Artoria would definitely Will come and catch me!"

Arthur said with some embarrassment.

"Then why don't you just go back?" Merlin looked at Arthur with a puzzled expression.