This is My Heroic Path

Morgan shook his head, looked away, ignored Milo, turned his head to look at the two people who were trying to escape, and said coldly: "Give up, you should know what I asked Milo to bring you out. "

The Duke of Bell yelled in horror: "King Arthur will not let you go! You violated his order without authorization. He just sent someone to monitor us, but you did it privately!"

"Do you mean that he will hate me if he finds out that I have done it without authorization?" Morgan looked thoughtful.

"Of course, if you let us go now, it's as if what happened tonight didn't happen!" Another man next to Duke Bell tried to make a deal with Morgan, and said eagerly, "And what's the use of you helping King Arthur? You're just growing stronger King Arthur's power is nothing more than it's good for you! Let us go, we can find a way to make you King Arthur later!"

"Make me King Arthur?" Morgan Le Fay repeated.

"Yes, let you become King Arthur." The Duke of Bell took the words, stared at Morgan Le Fay, and said persuasively, "King Uther was unwilling to pass on the position of king to you until he died, and you must have held grudges all along. Don't you care? This is of course, anyone else would feel unbalanced, and the position of King Arthur was robbed by a kid who pulled out the sword in the stone halfway, and he was also a playful kid."

"Fantasy?" Morgan's eyes became a little more interested, "Go on."

"To be honest, my son Bert actually said that you like King Arthur this evening...Of course, I gave that ignorant boy a serious lesson afterwards, but according to my observation and analysis later, King Arthur is very likely They covet your body, so please be careful."

"Really?" Morgan Le Fay stared at Duke Bell with a strange light in his eyes.

"It's true! I observed King Arthur's eyes carefully today, recalled his behavior when he stepped into the living room, and found that he secretly moved his eyes to you several times, and stayed on his chest several times. Obviously, he does have strange thoughts about you, this kind of king is not qualified to be a king at all, but he is greedy for the beauty of the former king's daughter." When Duke Bell said this, he paused for a moment, and then continued.

"The only one who can become king is you, Princess Morgan."

Morgan suddenly smiled. Few people saw her smile. Milo didn't understand why she smiled, and neither did the other person. Only Duke Bell showed a complacent expression. This princess has always coveted the throne. At this time, as long as she prescribes the right medicine and lets her know that he has decided to embrace her as King Arthur, he will naturally spend the night safely.

"You said earlier, did King Arthur really have unreasonable thoughts about me?" Morgan asked again.

"It's absolutely true." Duke Bell nodded solemnly and said, "It's an unforgivable crime for that young king to have unreasonable thoughts about the former king's daughter!"

"For the sake of the good information you gave me just now, I will let you suffer less." Morgan's smile just now gradually subsided, and he patted Duke Bell's shoulder lightly.

"Make an oath, I will let you go."

Chapter 142

The birthday party officially started on the second night, and there were many guards outside the manor.

Some nobles came to An Zhiyu to talk with him one after another, and An Zhiyu politely replied one by one.

But after going back and forth, An Zhiyu became a little impatient.

King Arthur's identity was heavier than he imagined, or more troublesome.

An Zhiyu has hated troublesome things since before. He has always been a little transparent, but today at the birthday party, various nobles came one after another. After communicating with An Zhiyu for a while, they saw He seemed to be a little impatient, and he smiled and drifted away in a sensible manner.

But immediately the next group of nobles came. Fortunately, King Aldgren was more discerning. Seeing An Zhiyu seemed a little upset, and immediately asked Guinevere to bring him to their side.

"You don't seem to be in a good mood today?" Guinevere asked, looking at the gloomy expression on An Zhiyu's face.

Artoria happened to be right next to An Zhiyu, glanced at the expression on his face, but didn't speak.

"It's okay, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night." An Zhiyu shook his head and said.

"Is that so... Maybe it's because I didn't get used to it after changing the environment? If you need anything, you can ask me for help at any time." Guinevere said with a smile.

An Zhiyu nodded, and raised his head to look at Morgan Le Fay not far away.

Standing in front of the hall, she chatted with some nobles naturally, without any gloom on her face, as if she had noticed An Zhiyu's gaze, and she followed An Zhiyu's gaze.

An Zhiyu quickly lowered his eyes and pretended not to notice.

"Princess Morgan, what's the matter?" A nobleman beside him asked.

"No, it's okay." Morgan smiled faintly, looked away, and continued talking with the other party.

Only then did An Zhiyu raise his eyes again to look at Morgan Le Fay.

Naturally, he couldn't be in a bad mood because of the so-called "didn't sleep well last night".

After An Zhiyu came back yesterday, Morgan didn't come to him, which made him a little depressed.

Although I knew it was for his own good, but I did this kind of thing without telling him, and I didn't explain anything when I came back later, it still made me feel a little depressed.

Arturia looked at Morgan Le Fay, then at An Zhiyu, "Did something happen between you and Miss Huang?"

"Nothing." An Zhiyu shook his head.

"Princess Morgan, what are you thinking about?" The young man named Burt asked with a smile, looking at Morgan Le Fay with a fiery light in his eyes.

He is the son of Duke Bell, but unlike others, he doesn't think Morgan Le Fay is a witch, because yesterday he clearly saw the tenderness in Morgan Le Fay's eyes, and that kind of tenderness also fascinated Bert.

Just imagine, a ruthless witch in the eyes of outsiders but secretly likes someone, such a thing is very touching to think about.

What's more, he has never seen such an attractive woman, not only her figure or face, but even her own temperament is fascinating.

So he decided to give it a try. He is the son of the tribal leader, so he can be forgiven as long as he doesn't make a big mistake. No matter how irritable the witch is, she won't get mad in front of so many nobles, right?

"It's okay." Morgan Le Fay retracted his gaze and glanced at Burt next to him.

"Where's your father?"

"My father is chatting with other people not far ahead." Bert still maintained an elegant smile.

It seems that Duke Bell didn't tell his son what happened last night?Morgan Le Fay thought to himself.

Just at this time, soothing music sounded, and royal musicians began to accompany the elegant dance music. This is one of the dance activities specially held for Guinevere's birthday today.

"Can I invite you to dance with me, Princess Morgan?" Burt had already stretched out his hand while speaking, making a standard invitation gesture.

The nobles around him all showed surprise, as if they didn't expect that someone would have their idea on Morgan Le Fay.