Put on a vest for a better world

Rest for a while, also rushed to this place.

Merlin, who was carrying the white tower, thumped his waist. Fortunately, the exit of Avalon was in the Goddess' domain, otherwise, the vow not to leave the tower would not exhaust Merlin to death.

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The glockenspiel, which I thought was an old bone, was full of blood for a while, and then went back immediately.

The gap is too big, I really can't beat it.

Whether it's sound waves or disturbing the mind, all the attacks have no sense of reality. The goddess gives Zhongqin a feeling that she is not in a different dimension, which is a completely incomprehensible existence.

Zhong Qin once again realized that with her lazy nature, the possibility of becoming a "child of heaven, a momentary protagonist" and doing things like leapfrog challenges is completely zero, but in the end she is not reconciled... What are you doing here? Yes, I haven't responded to the pavilion master's message yet.

Carillon, who has been slowly petrified from his feet, raised Mingfeng high above his head, letting the old man finally petrify was the only thing he could do for Mingfeng. Zhongqin felt that he was a relatively qualified violin master.

The Goddess of Suicide floated up to Zhong Qin, and asked Zhong Qin with a smile: "Strange human beings, what's wrong with being a stone statue? You can easily give up thinking, and I will solve any troubles. This is a supreme honor. What are you resisting? Heh, the resistance is not complete, and if you don’t have the determination to break your weapon, how can you play a tune that moves me? You are really a half-assed cultivator through and through.”

Losing to the existence of the goddess of suicide is not shameful, Zhong Qin has a very good attitude, if she can't resist, just accept the fact.

"Goddess, before I give up thinking completely, can I ask you one thing? Otherwise, I must be so troubled that I become a stone statue that can cry!"

The goddess looked in a good mood, and she seemed to be really pleased by the ball game just now: "Say it."

"I would like to ask you to send a sentence to Yu Junqing of the Earth Immortal Realm. The specific content is 'Zhongqin Juebi: You can't believe a word of that old bastard in Tianji! Don't be friends with him!', that's all."

What Zhong Qin cares most in her heart has always been the problem of making friends with her pavilion master, which is really touching the heart of an elder.

In this regard, the goddess does not comment.

"It's not asking for help, nor asking someone to avenge you... Interesting cultivator."

Sixteen looked at the carillon, which was completely petrified with its hands raised high in front of it, and suppressed the desire to complain.Don't complain, you will lose if you complain, you should talk about this kind of shit yourself.

The huge white tower flying towards Shirley with a strong wind interrupted the goddess from walking back to Shirley's side. This extraordinary giant flew and dropped bricks while flying.

A slightly frivolous voice came from the wind, and what he said was long-winded and sloppy: "Eh? Francis, you are actually fainting on the ground! Let me think about it, someone said something to me before." If a person can do it, he can do it, and he can do it; if he can’t, he can do it. .”

The landing point of the giant white tower happened to be on Francis, who was still fainted on the ground. The knight who was still in a coma frowned, as if he felt something very annoying was approaching, struggling to wake up quickly, his legs Started to twitch slightly.

However, it was too late. It was as if the person or the tower came on purpose. When Francis woke up and the signs were obvious, he suddenly accelerated his speed and pressed Francis firmly on the tower. At the end, the knight disappeared before everyone's eyes without even making a sound, and it was unknown whether it was pressed to the ground or embedded in the tower.

The visitor is wearing a very fit and slim black modern western-style shirt and trousers. His ankle-length white hair is casually tied into a side ponytail, and it seems that there is faintly colored light. I don't know what kind of material the pink petal-shaped earrings are made of. The first impression is not so much beautiful as it is ... coquettish, right?

As the white tower landed steadily, the angry man stood on the top of the tower and beat his waist: "It hurts... I haven't exercised for a long time, I can't stand it."

Feeling the death gaze of the goddess of suicide, the poet quickly stood up straight, changed into a white mage robe and began to introduce himself: "Your Majesty the great and ancient goddess Ishitab, I am Merlin, known as the Magician of Flowers, if possible, I hope Beautiful you can call me big brother~ Sarah, let the hustle and bustle of love and the adventure of love come more intensely! It’s a great honor to meet a kind god like you, like the most beautiful dream.”

Since the White Pagoda fell to the ground, flowers slowly appeared and gradually bloomed in the Kingdom of God, and the rich fragrance of flowers wafted in the air.

The goddess laughed and said, "Half dream demon hybrid? Do you know how to write the word 'death'?"

Chapter 103

◎I was born before he was born, I am old and he is not old◎

Francis stood up suddenly and kicked towards the bonfire in front of him.

The firewood flew and sparks flew, and the knights hurriedly avoided.

"Captain, what's wrong?"

Francis was stunned for a few seconds, he was in a trance.

where am I?Like playing a football game? ······Why a ball game?

After waking up from the dazed state, he ordered as usual: "Nothing, take a good rest, and you will leave the country tomorrow."

What's wrong with me?Didn't I come out on the orders of King Vortigern to find the "Fatherless Child"?Why do you think of the ball game?I want to play football?

Francis shuddered, subconsciously resisting anything to do with the game.

Looking at the revived bonfire, Francis' companions were also a little dazed, and one of them suddenly asked, "Are we really going to complete the king's mission?"

The reserve knights by the bonfire were all silent, and no one could answer this question.

The current king of Britain, Vortigern, was captured by the Saxons and fled to the place where Francis was born, the Welsh region, at the cost of the city, the people and the defensive fortress.

Under such a tense background, this distraught king attempted to abandon the country, the people, and his dignity as a king in order to build an impenetrable fortress for himself.

In order for the fort to actually be built, a very malevolent ritual is required to find a "fatherless child" and sprinkle the blood of the child after being killed on the fort.

The mission Francis and the others received was to find the child who was sacrificed.

"Can you really complete the king's mission?"

In the end, no one answered this question. Francis poured out the bonfire. As the captain, it was time for him to lead his companions on the road.

Keep running to complete the king's mission. As for whether everyone hopes that the Germans and Saxons will fight over quickly so that they can go to the battlefield, so that they can justifiably give up this mission... Who knows?

This long and effortless mission journey was terminated by two noisy children in the middle of the street.

One of them was angrily accusing the other with arrogance and vicious language.

"Why do you compete with me? How can the two of us have the same abilities? My parents were born noble, but what about you? No one knows who you are, because you don't have a father at all!"

This kind of words is so vicious that it doesn't seem to come from a child's mouth.

The child accused looked only seven or eight years old, but with long silver-white hair, he was as beautiful as a girl, or in other words, so beautiful that he didn't look like a human being.

Faced with such accusations, this inhuman little boy went straight to the fight, and with swift posture and strength, he pushed the one who spoke badly to the ground and beat him. The adults watching were unable to fight.

In the end, it was Francis who picked up the child who was still showing his teeth and claws with one hand, and asked in a somewhat erratic tone: "He said that you don't have a father, is it true?"

Being lifted into the air by Francis, Merlin, who had no strength in his limbs, felt that this grown-up was inexplicable.

It’s fine to ask such an annoying question, why do you look like you’re about to cry, so Merlin replied impatiently: “So what? Let go, you idiot!”

Then Merlin saw this annoying adult holding him staring at him and crying silently.

······What are you doing? !It was you who carried me!I didn't hit you again!

Francis made the decision, explaining clearly to Merlin what they were going to do and what Merlin was about to face, with an attitude of watching Merlin escape at any time, and never chasing after breaking his own leg.

Merlin was almost amused by these upright reserve knights. They never thought that if they let me go, would there be any terrible consequences for them?

Besides... I'm not afraid of that useless king and the flattering liars around him~ The many magics I learned from Lilith's grandmother are not for nothing.

When Francis and the others returned, if Merlin hadn't followed closely, they might have been thrown off.

Hey Hey hey!Do you want to be so resistant to the king's mission? Although I am only seven years old, it is not certain who will kill me if you take me back!

As he got closer to King Vortigern's temporary residence, Francis felt more and more tormented in his heart. He looked at Merlin who was riding on his horse, who was heartless and laughing wantonly, and did something that he would not know. Regretful decision.

Bringing back the "fatherless child" was the last thing he did as a knight for the king, and I can't be duly knighted for such a thing.So, after taking Merlin to meet the king, he tried his best to take him away.

During the camping break, the seven-year-old Merlin jumped off the horse that hadn't stopped, and was caught by Francis in a panic, before he could tell the child again that it was impossible