This is My Heroic Path

If we continue to talk now, if my mother finds out, he will probably think him an eyesore.

If you want to survive under that woman's hand, you still need to know how to read words and expressions.

"By the way, are you all right?" Gao Wen inadvertently changed the subject as if Agguiwen wanted to continue talking about it.

As if recalling some frightening memory, Agguiwen's body trembled slightly.

"It's all right..." He stood up and walked to the window, adding, "At least it seems to be all right now."

Gao Wen's words reminded Agguiwen of the fear brought about by that woman's physical and mental torture that day.

Healing after being wounded, even if the body is not injured, the mental devastation still exists.

Arthur actually called this kind of witch "sister", and thought she was kind-hearted?

Whose sister is so kind-hearted?

"I'm still not at ease. That woman rarely leaves Camelot, but this time she went to celebrate Princess Guinevere's birthday with Arthur. She really has some purpose..." Aggavan continued.

"There must be a purpose, but I think it doesn't matter if you leave it alone." Gawain said with a smile, "Trust me, Arthur will be fine."

At least in terms of life safety, there is definitely no problem.

Agguiwen sat on the chair again, looked at the scenery outside the window, and said as if talking to himself: "If you count the time, they should have arrived in the country of Aldgren, right?"

"I hope you have a safe journey." Gao Wen murmured.

"Yeah, I hope Arthur comes back safely."

"No, I mean..." Gao Wen turned his head to look at Agguiwen, "Those tribal leaders and nobles can travel safely."

***

An Zhiyu and the others were walking on a spacious road. He glanced at Guinevere beside him. The girl's face was still as gentle as before, and she seemed to have no feelings after returning to her "home". look.

"You don't seem to miss it at all?" An Zhiyu asked.

For some reason, he always felt that Guinevere's footsteps seemed a little heavy along the way.

Guinevere glanced at the dignitaries around him. Among them were the heirs of the tribal leaders and some nobles from the Aldgren Kingdom. Everyone was from the upper class, and without exception, all of them came from the For her birthday.

She looked back, smiled and shook her head, "I was a little excited when I knew I could come back, but now I don't feel much anymore."

From seeing these people, the anticipation has disappeared from the beginning.

"The so-called birthday celebration is just a venue for politicians to communicate with each other." Morgan Le Fay said lightly, "This kind of birthday celebration is unnecessary."

"You know it very well, Princess Morgan." Guinevere turned her head to look at Morgan, with a strange brilliance in her eyes.

"The old man did similar things before," Morgan Le Fay smiled, "but he never celebrated my birthday again."

About several years ago, Morgan couldn't remember the exact year. At that time, she was still King Uther's daughter, and every birthday was used by King Uther to communicate with those politicians.

She even heard such things as "marriage" mentioned by King Uther.

But from a certain year, King Uther never dared to hold a so-called birthday party.

From the day they were possessed by the goddess of death and they became one person, there was no one who could interfere with her thoughts.

Guinevere showed a thoughtful expression, as if she had thought of something, and a trace of disappointment soon appeared on that gentle little face.

She doesn't have the strength of Morgan Le Fay, and she can't have such a decisive character.

Although I don't know what Morgan did, but...it can make King Uther no longer celebrate Morgan's birthday, just thinking about it can make a rough guess.

While chatting, several people walked into the palace led by the attendant in front.

The birthday party will only start tomorrow, but many nobles have already come here in advance at the invitation of King Aldgren today.

They were talking to each other, with friendly smiles on their faces, but it was unclear what was going on in each other's minds.

Soon someone noticed An Zhiyu and his group walking into the living room, and their eyes fell on An Zhiyu who was walking in the middle with a golden crown on his head.

It's really hard not to attract attention, after all, this is King Arthur, the real king of Britain.

But some of them couldn't help but look at the woman next to An Zhiyu.

Morgan Le Fay.

The eyes of the politicians are full of fear. They have all heard about this woman. The witch is widely circulated among the nobles. Even King Uther could not order his daughter to do anything when he was alive, let alone now. King Uther is dead.

In addition to these apprehensive eyes, there are also some noble children who don't know the so-called look at Morgan with eager eyes. Although they are witches, they are different from their parents. There is more or less a little fantasy about this woman with a perfect figure.

Of course, there are also aristocratic girls who look at An Zhiyu like stars. The girls are in their youth, and naturally they also dream of having a beautiful and dreamy relationship, and King Arthur is naturally the most suitable protagonist for this relationship.

It's just that the girls next to An Zhiyu are too dazzling. Even though Arturia and Guinevere are both dressed conservatively, their looks, even if they are plainly dressed, can't hide their beauty. beautiful.

"King Arthur." King Aldgren was originally talking with the politicians who entered the living room. When he saw An Zhiyu and others, he said something to the person he was talking to, and then walked towards An Zhiyu Come.

King Aldgren was a man who looked a little old, the closer he got, the bigger the smile on his face.

"King Aldgren, I'm really sorry that I haven't come to see you because I've been busy with political affairs." An Zhiyu smiled gently.

Even knowing that this was an excuse, the smile on Aldgren's face became more intense, and he said with a smile: "This is the place. In order to prevent the invasion of alien races, I really can't get away to find you. I'm really, really sorry."

"Foreigners are our common enemy, understandable." An Zhiyu nodded and said.

Naturally, An Zhiyu couldn't believe such words. Everyone knew this kind of thing well, but they didn't directly state the words.