[Comprehensive] King's Best Friend

"...Then, let's talk about the rest later. This is the holy city we built, I hope the teacher can take a good look at it."

The topic has gradually touched the place where it cannot be told. King Arthur originally thought he was firm enough, but after all his family assets (small books) were taken out, reason issued a stern warning to him.

can't go on like this...

The king stood up from the throne, his emerald eyes glanced outside the door: "Gao Wen."

"..."

There was a clanging chaos.

Occasionally there were overturns, collisions, and cries of pain. Those who didn't know it thought there was some terrible chaos outside.

After a few seconds, the voice outside the door finally quieted down.

Gao Wen opened the door and walked in. He seemed to be very nervous, with a little sweat on his forehead.

After all, he was fooled into doing something similar to eavesdropping, and the upright knight is obviously very guilty now.

And this negative emotion became even more chaotic the moment the knight glimpsed the silver figure after entering the door.

"king."

Gawain closed his eyes as if fleeing, and knelt down on one knee, staring intently at the floor, as if obeying orders.

Mayne looked at the respectful knights, and said very directly, "Isn't this Gawain? Long time no see, you seem to be in good condition after becoming a Heroic Spirit."

"Ah, yes, Lord Merlin! I'm fine!"

As if he hadn't expected Mayne to mention him at all, the knight stiffened suddenly, and answered loudly a second later, as if he was a student eager to prove that he hadn't deserted after being called by the dean.

"Gao Wen, it's the first time for the teacher to come here, so you can show him to familiarize himself with the holy city."

King Arthur spoke lightly, his voice was completely different from the indifference he faced with the silver-haired heroic spirit.

But Gao Wen seemed to have gotten used to it.In other words, all the knights of the round table in the holy city are more or less aware of the current state of the king.Therefore, this degree of indifference is the most normal.

"Yes."

Without saying a word of nonsense, the knight bowed his head and took orders.

Mayne glanced at Wang meaningfully, until the other party's limp hair was bristling, and then he looked away contentedly, but he didn't say anything against it.

"Teacher, you can talk to Gao Wen at any time if you need anything." Wang paused, then added, "Any kind of hospitality is allowed, even food..."

"Let's forget about that." Mayne said immediately, "Al you are the only one who thinks that a large amount of food is enough, and then eats the mashed potatoes he made without changing his face."

Gao Wen's dishes cannot be called dishes, they are called biochemical weapons.The entire Knights of the Round Table will not be scared away, only Arthur and Gawain himself.

By the way, Mordred was punished to only eat mashed potatoes made by Gawain for a month.After persisting for two days, the rebellious knight would rather go to the side of the road to pick up something to eat in order not to eat mashed potatoes—yes, that’s how miserable it is.

Gao Wen: "..."

"If this is the teacher's wish, I will not force it."

King Arthur naturally ignored his battered and weathered subordinates, and calmly voted for Mayne.

When the distraught Gao Wenqing took Mayne away, Wang calmly added: "Gao Wen, after Lancelot and Tristan return from their mission, inform them to come see me."

Gao Wen thought he could be comforted: "...Yes."

Following Gao Wen out of the gate, Mayne narrowed his eyes slightly as he looked at the long and empty corridor outside.

"Why, what's the matter, Your Excellency Merlin?"

The knight's voice was tense.

"No, it's nothing." Mayne sighed slightly, "I just think it's too deserted compared to... now."

He ran so fast, Mayne wondered, didn't he come here specially to see him.

This same doubt, the magician who was dragged to the other side of the royal court, asked bluntly——

"Sir Mordred, wait a minute, you are running too fast."

The magician who was roughly dragged away hurriedly picked up his white robe and complained: "I don't understand, didn't you just want to meet that person, and now he came out, but you just ran away like this?"

"It's not running away!" The boy put on his helmet at some point, and shouted in a muffled voice, "I, I'm just not ready yet."

"Hey..." The magician who finally stopped took a breath.

After a while, the Magician of Flowers was arranging the corners of his robe, pondered for a while, and suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Could it be that you are shy, Xiao Mo... Well, just pretend I didn't say anything!"

Sensing keenly that the young man had put his hand on the sword, the magician, eager to survive, immediately took a few steps back and waved his hand.

Through a helmet, the magician couldn't see Mordred's expression clearly. He was only surprised that the opponent withdrew his sword very simply this time.

The young knight stood silently on the spot, his armor completely isolated him from the outside world, making it impossible for anyone to see it, like an iron sword inserted into the battlefield under the gloomy sky.

- looks a little lonely.

——What is this Mordred thinking about right now...

"boom!"

When the swords were exchanged, the excessive speed and terrifying strength once burst into flames.

The two swords were deadlocked in the air for a few seconds, and at the next moment, one of them slammed the other sword high into the air.

The flying sword hit several Xuan'er in the air, and finally plunged into the mud far away with a "boom", stirring up fallen leaves all over the ground.

The entire process lasted no more than 2 minutes, and one side won the overwhelming victory in this contest with the strength of its arguments.

However, among the knights watching the battle, no one applauded.

Shocked, dead silent.

After an unknown amount of time, the knight who was defeated among the two contestants suddenly grasped the hand that lost his sword, and shouted at the winner on the opposite side: "You bastard...you are just a brat! How could you beat me? ,How can it be?!"

Being defeated by a junior who came out of nowhere is not something that everyone can easily accept.

Not to mention, he is still a nobleman with lofty aspirations, aiming to join the Knights of the Round Table!And the little devil in front of him who hides his head and shows his tail, who doesn't even know his life experience...Why!

The knight glared at him angrily, but the armor that covered his whole body didn't even show his face, which made people even more uncomfortable.

"Hey, kid, take off the mask for me." The knight's tone was very ferocious, "You never show your true face to your opponent from the beginning to the end. Is this the respect your chivalry bestows on your opponent?"

"……opponent?"

A slightly muffled voice came from under the helmet, and the young man's voice was hoarse: "You are also worthy of being called an opponent? It's just a noisy pig. If you have a little self-knowledge, get out of here." "

"What are you talking about...!"

"Am I not clear enough?"

The young man raised the sword in his hand. Its body was silvery white with scarlet runes attached to it. There was a cold light in the sun, and the blood rushing toward his face was creepy.

He said: "If you make trouble again, I will kill you."

That extra casual tone, as if killing the noble in front of him was just a trivial matter that he could do on a whim.

However, whether it was the defeated knight or the rest of the onlookers, it was clear that this young man was serious.

Mordred, a young knight who has recently gained fame in the royal city, has quickly entered the attention of the upper class and the knight group with his excellent sword skills and invincible physical fitness. Include it in rumors of the Knights of the Round Table.

Originally, the crowd was out of subtle jealousy, while angrily scolding such an unknown guy would never be favored by the king, while secretly thinking, if they can defeat Mordred, maybe they can replace each other as the round table In that way, the dream of a lifetime has been fulfilled, with infinite brilliance.

He came to find fault with such an idea, but he didn't expect that he seemed to have kicked the iron plate this time.

The scene was deadlocked for a while.

"It's clear that there is no chance of winning together, and you dare to stay here at this level of disadvantage. It seems that it is not completely unreasonable for you to be described as pigs before."

As a voice suddenly intervened, a silver figure suddenly appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

"who?!"

"Don't be nervous, I'm just passing by and just happened to see a good show."

The young man who appeared suddenly, dressed in a simple and clean white robe, ignored the guarded crowd, with a light and airy self.

The rest of the people had no time to react, but the nobleman suddenly froze the moment he saw the young man's face clearly.

After a while, the nobleman's lips trembled, and he stammered: "You, you, you are Mei, Mei..."

"Huh? Why, you know me?"

"Of course..."

The nobleman who was trembling with excitement wanted to admit it immediately, but when he met the cold eyes of the young man, it seemed that cold water was poured on his head, causing him to stop talking.

For the young man in front of him, he just happened to meet him when he was lucky enough to follow his father into the palace.

As a minor nobleman, he didn't even have the chance, or in other words, he was not qualified to say a word to the other party, because he was Camelot's flower magician, and also the teacher of Knight King Arthur Pendragon, Merlin.

The big man who usually dare not think about it suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. After the initial excitement, there was a wave of panic.

However, the silver-haired young man didn't care about the nobles and the knights at all, and walked straight towards the lonely boy.

"You are Mordred."

"I'm."

From the sincere and fearful attitude of the nobleman, the young man noticed the unusual identity in front of him, but he straightened his back, and his figure looked stubborn and persistent.

"Very good." Mayne seemed to be in a good mood, turned his head and said to the crowd behind him, "You don't mind making room for me."

"...Yes, yes! Please!"

The nobleman, who had finally regained his wit, immediately led a group of people back in a hurry, the efficiency was astonishingly high.

——In fact, he really wanted to take this opportunity to flatter or something, but the current situation was a little bit wrong, which made him scared and cowardly... Sure enough, he decided to run away first.

Both Mayne and Mordred are very satisfied with the current cleanliness.

Leaning on the sword, the young man said awkwardly: "Although I can solve it if you don't make a move, but... thank you."

If he really killed a nobleman, he may inevitably encounter some troubles when he joins the Knights of the Round Table in the future.For Mordred, who has a clear goal, it is naturally best if it does not happen.

After a while, without waiting for Mayne's answer, Mordred frowned in confusion, and turned his eyes away because of awkwardness.

Unexpectedly, he happened to see - Mayne's hand extending towards his helmet.

[Absolutely do not take off this helmet]

At that moment, the words of his mother Morgan Le Fay flashed across his mind, and Mordred immediately swung his sword out as if scalded by boiling water.

The whole body is clamoring for rejection and danger, and the man-made son must not show his true colors to others.

However, the next moment, his sword was blocked.

What stopped the boy's sword was not the real thing, but a purely magical shield.

"……how is this possible?!"

Mordred's eyes widened, and he suddenly understood the mood of the group before him.

——It was the involuntary shaking and anger when seeing an incomprehensible strength.

You must know that Morgan Le Fay, who created him, is one of the most powerful magicians in this era. Even the opponent may not be able to cut off his sword so easily. Who is this person...

After being dazed for a moment, the magician had already touched the boy's helmet unimpeded.The spell attached to the helmet was easily broken, followed by a crisp dismantling sound——

The helmet automatically folded into the armor, revealing the boy's face.

Everything happened too suddenly.

It wasn't until the icy air came that Mordred shivered violently.

However, the young man who was still in shock met the young man's eyes that were suddenly approaching before he had time to react.

Nightmare's purple eyes were filled with magnificent light, like stars in the middle of the night, seductive and seductive.

The bewildered young man was completely frozen in place by the successive shocks.

After a while, he murmured in disbelief, "You, you actually..."

"Sorry." The magician glanced at the boy's face, which was [-]% similar to that of the king, and instantly confirmed the identity of the other party. He said very naturally, "Nightmare's instinct is to pursue beauty. Your brilliance is too dazzling, and I can't help it."

……

Memories of the past always linger.

Mordred didn't really want to recall the past, he didn't even want to admit that the idiot who was restrained everywhere was himself.

Too stupid, Mordred wouldn't be such a weak guy...

"Well, is Sir Mordred really not going to see him?"

"...don't go."

So in the end, who is the one who really can't help it... Tsk.

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