This is My Heroic Path

Early the next morning, An Zhiyu and the others left the country of Aldgren. When Guinevere wanted to go back with An Zhiyu and the others, Aldgren readily agreed.

This also made Guinevere slightly surprised and surprised.

She didn't expect her father to be so negotiable and agree to her request so easily.

"Be careful along the way. If you have any problems, you can send someone to deliver a letter to me." Aldgren just patted his daughter's head lightly, looking very gentle.

However, while speaking, he glanced at An Zhiyu again.

"King Arthur, please take care of my daughter."

An Zhiyu got on his horse and felt a little weird when he heard the king of Aldgren.

Why does this sound so strange?

An Zhiyu nodded slightly: "I and the others will take good care of Princess Guinevere."

Aldgren gave An Zhiyu a deep look, and stopped talking.

It seems that Arthur doesn't know everything...

He's talking about being with other people, not himself.

Does this mean that he heard the meaning of what he just said?

But it doesn't matter, with the charm of my daughter, no man can resist it.

Several people set off to return to Camelot King City and arrived at the palace at noon.

"What was Lily thinking last night?"

An Zhiyu looked at Arturia who was talking with Morgan Le Fay in front of her, and couldn't help but feel secretly confused.

He knew that Arturia had never been very interested in dancing, but she suddenly stepped forward to invite him to dance last night, which was really confusing.

"What's the matter?" As if sensing An Zhiyu's gaze, Artoria looked back at him.

"No, it's okay..." Although she really wanted to ask Artoria directly, but for some reason, An Zhiyu always felt that even if she asked, she might not be able to answer.

While thinking along the way, several people walked into the palace.

There was a man with golden hair standing at the gate of the palace. He was wearing a suit of armor and looked very handsome. However, at this time, there was a melancholy look on that handsome face, and his expression was clouded even in the sunlight. A shade.

"Gao Wenqing, aren't you waiting for us to come back?" An Zhiyu walked up to Gao Wen, looked him up suspiciously, "Could it be that there's something happening with a foreign race?"

"King Arthur, you are finally back." Gao Wen breathed a sigh of relief when he saw An Zhiyu.

"If you don't come back, I'm afraid things will get worse."

"Did something happen?" Seeing Gao Wen's serious expression, An Zhiyu's heart sank and he asked.

Morgan frowned, looking at the solemn look on Gao Wen's face, for some reason a bad premonition arose in his heart.

"Come with me first." Gao Wen glanced at An Zhiyu and the others, and then walked towards the palace first. Seeing this, An Zhiyu followed Gao Wen into the palace.

Along the way, An Zhiyu felt that the gazes of the attendants around him seemed a little strange, which also gave him a very bad feeling.

"I'll wait for you outside." Guinevere stopped before walking to the door, and chose to wait at the door in a sensible manner. Although Milo wanted to enter the room with An Zhiyu, he was rejected by Morgan Le Fay. Stopped it, so I stomped my feet angrily, but dared not speak out.

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After 10 minutes, Gao Wen roughly described what happened in the past two days. At the end of his talk, his eyes fell on the expressionless An Zhiyu, and he continued:

"That is to say, there is one thing that is circulating in King Camelot now."

"King Arthur is the body of a white dragon, and his true identity is the son of Vortigern."

Gao Wen looked at the expressionless An Zhiyu, and there was a hint of helplessness in his tone, "I planned to go there to inform you as soon as possible, but after calculating the time, even if I went to report the letter overnight yesterday, I actually went back to Wangcheng with you It's about time."

"Does it seem to be the method of a foreign race?" Morgan narrowed his eyes, "No, the foreign race should not know about it, that is to say..."

"Vutigeng?" An Zhiyu said to himself.

There are very few people in this world who know his identity, and the only one who can be called an enemy is Vortigern.

"You seem calmer than I thought?" Morgan Le Fay looked back at An Zhiyu, but found that An Zhiyu was much calmer than she imagined.

"Actually, I'm still a little angry." An Zhiyu said.

"Just a little?" Morgan asked.

An Zhiyu nodded, "Just a little bit."

I am in the body of a white dragon, and Vitigeng is also in the body of a white dragon, so why am I his son? !

"Is King Arthur really the body of a white dragon?" Hearing the conversation between the two, Gao Wen couldn't help asking, his eyes fixed on An Zhiyu.

His mother had never told him about these things, and he had been kept in the dark for a long time. It wasn't until yesterday when the news suddenly spread in Wangcheng that he suddenly remembered something. It seemed that An Zhiyu failed to draw his sword for the second time. up.

He should have guessed something then.

He had thought that Morgan had simply raised a second red dragon, but unexpectedly, what she had raised was actually the white dragon that represented the Saxons in Merlin's prophecy.

"What's the point of saying this now?" Morgan said coldly, "Whether it's the White Dragon or not, has he done anything to harm Britain so far?"

Gao Wen was silent for a while, but his eyes were fixed on the black-haired boy.

His expression was more relaxed than expected, or relieved.