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

But they can protect it all.

It's not the same as he who walks in the valley.

"Human beings are not perfect, and they make mistakes occasionally," Sidika patted Wang Hassan on the shoulder, "It's just a moment of confusion, this time by their side."

"I will never deceive myself," Wang Hasan took off the mask of the skeleton facing Sidika, "this time I will accompany them as a member of Hassan."

"Isn't that great?" Sidica smiled softly, "They will definitely be happy."

"It will be a no-regrets journey."

Chapter 25 is absolutely selfless!

Bedwell had a nightmare, and although he had been living in a nightmare, this was definitely the one that broke him the most.

The dignified king reprimanded him for his actions with a cold expression, while he bowed his head and calmly accepted the king's trial, and then the king suddenly grabbed his hair and pressed his face into the ground like a hooligan. , and kicked him a few times.

"You think it's King Arthur? It's me Mordred!"

"Wow!"

Bedwell sat up abruptly and began to gasp heavily.

"Are you awake?" Sidica picked up a towel and handed it to Bedwell, "Have you had a nightmare? You're sweating."

"Thank you, thank you," Bedwell took the towel with trembling hands, "I had a slightly bad dream."

Then he saw the blond knight lying in the corner with his butt covered, but seeing the expression on her gritted teeth, um, it was Mordred.

Not a dream!

Bedwell lay back with a thud, and the towel that Sidica gave him was covering his face, and if there were still faint undulations, Sidica would have suspected that he was dying.

I actually confused Mordred with Wang, which is a lifelong shame!

"You're Bedwell, right?" Siddija stretched out his hand and took off the towel on Bedwell's face, "I heard Mordred say, you are the knight who witnessed King Arthur's death, you should know why King Arthur is Become the Lion King."

"He knows shit," Mordred scolded and stood up.

"Everything is my fault," Bedwell raised his hand to cover his eyes, "I caused the king to become like that."

"Huh? Don't be too self-righteous for a mere third-rate," Mordred said, "Now I'll drag you out of bed and let you know how much you weigh."

Sidica sighed, backhanded Mordred on his leg and raised his hand.

Five minutes later Mordred rushed out clutching his smoking butt.

"F!!!"

"Although I don't have alcohol, let me tell you your story," Sidica stretched out her hand and brushed aside Bedwell's hand on her eyes, "You can't cover up the truth, only your own eyes are covered."

Bedwell pursed his lips and turned his head stubbornly, "It's my fault, I can't implicate you."

"Your fault has already affected this era, and Rika and the others have to set foot in this dangerous era because of your fault," Sidica grabbed Bedwell and saw him pull up, "It's not a matter of getting involved. Well, you've already pulled everyone into the water."

Bedwell opened his mouth and stared blankly at Sidica, who had blood lines on his face.

"Yes, sorry."

"Well, I'm a little excited too," Sidica released her hand and held her forehead, "This shouldn't be their life, but don't underestimate their consciousness, and don't put everything on your shoulders. , you have to do more than just return it."

"Do you already know?" Bedwell covered his silver arm.

"Yeah, you are already tired enough, and you have to force yourself to be like this. If I see that guy, I will definitely pull his ears and give him a combination boxing," Sidika said faintly.

"It's not to this extent," Bedwell scratched his face in embarrassment.

"Are you willing to tell the truth?" Sidica stood up and walked unhurriedly to the half-open door, reaching out and grabbing the arm of a guy hiding outside the door.

"Woooooo-"

After a stalemate for a while, Mordred was dragged out by Sidica.

"Let's talk about Bedwell first, I stand in front of you in order to defeat the Lion King," Mordred stepped on the bed and grabbed Bedwell's collar roughly, "It can end her only life. If it could be me, just stand by and watch honestly."

Sidica silently raised her hand and patted Mordred's head.

"I, I won't just watch this time," Bedwell stared into Mordred's eyes not to be outdone, "I will fight until the last moment as the king's knight of the round table, and I will not hesitate any longer."

"Che, he's obviously a third-rate guy," Mordred loosened Bedwell's collar and sat down on the chair Sidica was sitting on, "but he barely qualified."

If it hurts, don't bear it.

Sidica raised her hand and patted Mordred on the shoulder.

The moment he sat down, his whole body shivered like a wave, but he held back for the sake of face.

Mordred's mouth twitched.

Bedwell sighed deeply and began to tell his sins.

At the same time, in the great shrine in the desert, Ozymandias looked down at Fujimaru Tachika and his party indifferently with his legs crossed.

The speed is too fast.

In his opinion, go to the Holy City to witness the distorted ideal, and then go to the people of the mountains to witness the reality of this era, and then think carefully about who is right and who is wrong in this era, and finally it will take more than ten days to return here. , after all, it's not that he hasn't seen Hassan before, they are as stubborn as cows.

However, in less than three days, Fujimaru Rika returned to him with a smirk of "King, I understand what you mean".