I Will Eventually Embark on a Road of No Return Called a Hero

Well, although it may sound long-winded, Sir Lancelot, you are amazing!

"It's a knight's honor to be able to help the lady. How are the children?"

Bedwell didn't care about her body at all and instead cared about those disturbed children, which made Matthew even more guilty.

"Laughed~ After that, everyone dug you up and carried you into the car."

Although I was very concerned about what Fujimaru Rika's "digging" meant, the children laughed.

That's enough.

Even so, he can help the weak.

"I'll go with you."

Saying that, Bedwell planned to roll over and jump out of the car, but before that, a cane stuck out from the driver's seat and pressed against his chest.

"You just sit honestly," Da Vinci in the driver's seat retracted his cane, "you need to rest."

"it does not matter."

Seeing that Bedwell was still planning to walk with the refugees, Da Vinci sighed helplessly.

"I'm also a caster for the time being. I checked your body a little when I brought you to the owner of the car. You need rest, a lot of rest."

Bedwell was silent for a while and then shook his head.

"I don't have that much time to rest."

"So let you rest for a while now, and then do your best," Da Vinci spread his hands.

Bedwell opened his mouth, and Da Vinci had a complete expression of "If you don't do it, you will be exposed."

"Okay." Bedwell lowered his head helplessly.

"Really, you guys like to force yourself so much," Da Vinci curled his lips, obviously she just wanted Bedwell to rest for a while.

"You're a man too," Fujimaru Rika put her hands behind her head.

"Huh?!" Bedwell's eyes widened.

What did he just hear?

Is this intelligent looking beauty a man? !

"Ala~ You can't wantonly slander because you are jealous of Da Vinci's relatives~" Da Vinci tapped Fujimaru Tachika's head with a cane with a smile, "A woman with a small temperament can't have a figure that dwarfs the crowd~ "

"I feel so delicate when you say that," Fujimaru Rika raised her eyes.

Bedwell hesitated.

He really wanted to refute the claim that Da Vinci was small.

Because he is very powerful.

Although Mordred's breath is very small, he makes a lot of noise at every turn.

"As long as you kneel down and beg Lord Mordred, Lord Mordred will help you out of this predicament~"

"Snapped--"

Hidicah reached out and grabbed Mordred's skull.

"Ahhhhhhh!"

Mordred squatted aside with his head covered.

Hidicah answered Mordred with his actions.

"It's really lively." The young man with a pure smile like a child pulled the curse wrist out of the soil with one hand, "Don't worry, everyone, they are not enemies."

The villagers were a little hesitant, because there were still many people who witnessed the curse wrist being smashed into the ground with a punch by Hidicah, but probably out of trust in the youth, they put down their weapons.

"My name is Arash, and the rank is archer," Arash put the curse wrist flat on the ground, and then extended his hand to Sidica, "We looked at each other just now."

"Hedica," Sidica took Arash's hand, "Oh, it's really helpful, I knew I should have waited for you to return to the village first."

"Ahahaha, Cursed Wrist's temperament is quicker," Arash scratched the back of his head, "Maybe it might be faster to fight."

Arash glanced at the cursed wrist lying motionless on the ground.

This—it shouldn't be considered a fight.

It was just unilaterally killed.

But it was only stunned. Although it looked scary, this level of attack was just a sap for the servant.

"But when the Cursed Wrist wakes up, I'm afraid there will be a lot of noise," Arash was a little embarrassed.

"What, is he a child?" Mordred unconsciously cursed with contempt.

"Then we have to go with the bribe tactics. As long as the villagers' ill feelings towards us are eliminated, the Cursed Wrist should choose to have a good talk with us," Sidica rubbed her wrist.

"Yeah, I find it difficult," Arash tried to sound as tactful as possible.

"Fujita opened the warehouse to put food," Sidika waved her hand.

"I'm not a granary," Satou Tai sighed, "but if they can fill their stomachs, the granary should be the granary."