king game

Here is the depths of a wonderful forest.When adventurers come here, it is like walking into a fairyland in a legendary fairy tale.The squirrel's tail will flash from the corner of your eye when you tilt your head, and the kingfisher will sing in pairs on the branches above your head. The lake water is more eye-catching than the top emerald.

"You're here." Someone whispered to him.

The person who arrived was not tall, and he covered his whole body tightly with an all-black robe, not even showing a single chin, so no one knew whether he was male or female, beautiful or ugly.

"Why didn't you answer me?" The faint voice continued to whisper in his ear: "I've already come here, is it possible that you are still worried that I will deceive you?"

"You saved me," the black-robed man finally spoke, his voice was hoarse and deep, more like a lonely soul than a human: "How could I doubt you?"

The female voice in the dark laughed, as if she thought the words of the visitor were quite funny.But she also didn't debunk the man's lies.She walked out from the depths of the forest step by step, her long brown hair was curled and spread to her ankles, and she was wearing a long white dress that was light and elegant, like a mist extending from the forest.On her head was a wreath made of green leaves and flowers, and a hummingbird with a long beak landed on her fingertips, lovingly pecking at her fingertips.

"Have you seen that King Arthur?" The woman waved away the flattering hummingbird, and the figure walking over had a dancing beauty: "Have you joined his army?"

"Of course not," the visitor frowned and said, "You know my problem, before it is resolved, who would be willing to accept me?"

The woman laughed: "Yes, no one will accept you. Look at King Arthur, his appearance is regarded as the best in the world. He can get to where he is today, which shows that the world is always willing to give Good-looking people are given more preferential treatment."

The man in black pursed his lips and gave her a cold look.

"I left you a message." The woman didn't look at him: "You are also willing to travel through mountains and rivers to pursue it, so if you think about it, you should be mentally prepared to give everything you want?"

"...That's right." The black-robed man said gloomily, "You said you could fulfill any of my wishes, so I'm here."

"Let me think about it," the woman raised her finger in thought, "I see! You must want to remove that birthmark on your face, right? It has troubled you for so long, and it has caused you to be Avoid it, it is the root of your suffering, if you don't have it, you will definitely live a lot better!"

The man in black laughed "hoho" and said, "You guessed wrong."

The smile on the woman's face remained unchanged, and she asked curiously: "What? Then what is your wish?"

The man in black said that.

The woman fell silent.

The black-robed man laughed again: "Could it be that you can't do it? Or, you don't want to do it? You asked me to call for help when that King Arthur was walking past. Could it be that you want to use me to deal with him? Do something? Once my special face is gone, your layout that time is completely useless? Or, you can't directly attack him?"

The man in black wantonly tested the guesses he had drawn during this period. He had been thinking for a long time after waking up in that castle. He asked himself that there should be nothing for others to plot. , then it should be the king who saved him.

I don't know which sentence behind him stimulated this mysterious woman, she scolded unceremoniously: "Shut up!" With the flash of light between her fingers, the man in black found that he couldn't do it at all. Open your mouth again.

He felt a chill in his heart, and was afraid of such a strange method.

The woman thought for a moment, and finally said: "Of course I can do it. It's just that I'm still wondering whether you are worth it."

I don't know what she was thinking during this period, and everything around her was very quiet. She walked up behind the man in black robe, and finally made a decision. She put her hand on the man in black robe's shoulder up, and then suddenly push it forward.

The familiar feeling of falling made the man in black panic, but soon, a female voice completely different from Guinevere rang in his ears: "Take off your clothes!"

The emerald green lake water was as cold as ice, the man in black gritted his teeth, and still obeyed the order of the vile woman. He took off his black clothes, revealing the face of the boy brought out by Guinevere. He is thin and thin, and he hasn't grown tall yet. He is already 16 years old, but he still looks like he is twelve or thirteen years old.

The coldness penetrated every inch of his skin, it penetrated into his flesh and blood, and penetrated into his bones, trying to freeze everything into ice... This kind of bone-grinding chill made him think that he was about to die from now on .

But someone is still singing.She sang a melodious and leisurely tune, from which the young man heard a wordless ridicule, as if a traveler who stayed out of the way, after seeing the sheep that fell into the mouth of the jackal, lamented the tragic fate, and then Started her journey again.

Of course the woman is not doing nothing, she is holding a jug with intricate patterns and pouring it into the lake. It is a transparent, glue-like substance, after mixing it in, the cold lake suddenly boils .The young man felt the heat again, he was so hot that it seemed that all his flesh was about to turn into grease, he looked at the forest in front of him in a daze, as if he saw a group of dark demons dancing wildly, he might have lost his sobriety realized.

He stayed in this lake for 99 days, which was a wonderful time, and when he came out again, it became a completely different look.

He slowly walked out of the emerald green lake, the rippling ripples revealing his naked chest, his figure is tall and straight, the muscles all over his body are tough and elastic, his complexion is crystal clear like jade His waist-length, dark purple hair spread out like algae; his facial contours were somewhat deep, and his long and narrow eyes were like silent moonlight.

But when he smiled, his whole body suddenly softened, and he stepped from the lake to the shore in a polite manner, not minding his current state at all, when he walked up to the woman sitting on the stone by the lake. At that time, he knelt down on one knee and gave her a hand kiss.

"Thank you for your gift, respected 'Mother'." His voice was deep and melodious, like a solemn string.

The woman laughed: "You should still call me 'Vivian'."

"Yes, Lord Vivian," he lowered his eyes and let the wet hair fall from his ears: "Please also give me a name."

Vivienne smiled subtly: "Since you were newly born from the lake, then you will be called 'Lancelot' from now on."

"Okay, from now on I will be 'Lancelot'." The man accepted it meekly.

The expression on Vivienne's face paused, she raised her head, her eyes were rather condescending, and she said, "I wish to become another completely different person, and I have to abandon my past name, Lancelot, your body is full of scars." Is it made of lies?"

"Then why not?" The reborn Lancelot seemed to have an extremely gentle temper, and he stared at the fairy in front of him lightly: "Isn't this more in line with your expectations? For what you want me to do for you?" For what you did."

Vivian stared at him deeply. She knew what price the man in front of her had paid. The changes in his body seemed to have changed his personality as well. It doesn't mean that he has become a different person since then, but that His life was taken away for ten years, and his xinxing also seemed to be elevated for ten years.

But Vivienne will not be fooled by him, this little guy has been taken by Guinevere for so long, and his gloomy, withdrawn, suspicious and irritable, will not be forgotten by her... ...But as he said, his current image and personality are more suitable for what she is going to order him to do, so she also showed a satisfied smile of approval: "Then, you should know that I want you What are you going to do?"

"Go and lurk beside King Arthur," Lancelot said with a faint smile, as if saying the name of a stranger: "Then... convey his message for you?"

"If it's a critical moment," Vivian said, "I hope you can have the ability to influence his decision-making."

There was a flash of clarity in Lancelot's eyes: "Then, what I need to pay attention to is..."

"Merlin," Vivian said coldly, "a traitor. If it wasn't for him, why would I have to go around such a big circle?"

"It will be as you wish." Lancelot stroked his chest and saluted, as if he was a truly well-educated nobleman, with a calm and elegant temperament in every gesture.

"Look at your current appearance," Vivian suddenly reached out to caress his face, "There must be many women who will be seduced by you, right?"

Lancelot laughed softly: "How come? There is only one person in my heart forever."