Fantasy Carnival!All staff take stock of the name scene

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"We are all different machines called the King of Knights."

Lan Dai just stood beside Hei Dai pretty, and the two kings looked up at their former subjects at the same time.

One blue and one black, one small and one large, one quilt, and one maid.

Lancelot's eyes frantically moved back and forth between the two, and the father-in-law, who had struggled for a long time, finally had to sigh: "Really, except for the same hair and clothing."

No, it's not just the difference here, the black maid king always has a subtle expression of looking at ants no matter who she looks at. Corrupted by the curse of the Holy Grail, she unsurprisingly shows the ruthless side of the knight king. In other words, it is the "king of ideals" that they pursue so hard in their minds, it is such an existence.

——Wang, you don’t understand people’s hearts.

Cui Sadqing's words in the past are still vivid in his memory, which was once the yearning of many of their round table knights.

But at this moment, when facing this perfect king, Lancelot couldn't help but feel that the petite and cute king who looks at him with concern seems to be more suitable for their people of Great Britain .

It was a strange thought, but one that intensified in the mind of the Chief Knight.

"Understood, my lord."

"How evil...! But we are the ones who forced the king into such a situation...!"

Sir Lancelot pointed in the direction of Heida, put his right hand on his chest, and performed a standard knight's salute reverently.

"It feels like he's still a little tangled up."

Even the three-year-old Dragon Witch next to her noticed this problem. Naturally, as a king who understands people's hearts (with big breasts), she also saw the confusion in Sir Lancelot's eyes.

However, it doesn't matter.

After all, you are in the same state yourself.

You don't think you can escape, right... The sound of hunting wind is interspersed in the courtyard of Liudong Temple, the black and beautiful hair and the skirt of the black silk maid's dress are swaying in the wind, in the place where Lancelot's unbelievable sister In the eyes, Altria Alter sneered and folded her hands on her chest, her exquisite and graceful body was exposed in the sky, and her bare shoulders seemed to tremble slightly because of excitement, causing her chest to sway.

"Are you going to punish the blasphemy of the king? But you will be punished, and you dare not disobey. Lancelot has no regrets."

In front of the Lord of Great Britain, the knight on the lake no longer had the aloofness and heroism that turned his back on all sentient beings. Everyone can see that although he is the king of knights in the epic myth, how does he feel that he is the king of knights? Toria eats to death!

But there are punishments, dare not disobey? ? ?

The one he won't like is the King of Knights himself!

Guinevere: Meow meow? ? ?

Yes, as the entire audience thought.

Sir Lancelot regards Artoria's orders as more important than his own life.

No, not only him, the entire Knights of the Round Table basically had this idea.

As we all know, there are only two types of Knights of the Round Table.

One is the ultimate king chef, and the other is naturally a twisted king chef.

In "Please! Einzbern Chat Room", Lancelot even blurted out "I don't like Guinevere, but me...nothing!" and frantically prevaricated.

In other words.

In fact, it turned out that Sir Lancelot had also thought about Peach, and wanted to say to Artoria and Guinevere: "Actually, you are all my wings", but of course it ended in failure. (fog)

At this moment, I feel the entanglement and struggle from Lancelot.

The black king walked up to Sir Lancelot with his slender legs, squatted down slowly, and slightly pursed his waxy lips next to the latter's ear: "Then, I'm curious, when you taste something like my What will you do after such sweet sufferings?"

"What, what do you mean?"

Lancelot, I don't understand.

But I always feel that there is an indescribable magical power in my king's words.

"Then, if you feel that you can bear all this, please raise your head and welcome the truth that belongs to Lancelot, the Knight of the Lake."

Hei Wumao's cool and pleasant voice was slightly lowered, becoming gentle and soft.

In the sight of the terrified King of Dumao, Mordred's no need, and Dragon Witch Heizhen's half-smile eyes, Sir Lancelot slowly raised his head for the first time, and saw his own moon scene on the sky. .

"Matthew, it's daddy~~huh~~"

"Come on, let's stroke this soft fur to your heart's content!!!"

"???"

That was an unimaginable path. I was wearing a Halloween beast-ear girl dress that was more sexy than a black silk maid. What an evil, this is the real crime...Ahhhhhhhhhh Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah! ! ! ! !

The brain is shaking! ! ! ! !

The knight on the lake's face was pale with convulsions in his heart, and it was evident that his heart had stopped for a moment.

Afterwards, the flower of the knight named Lancelot had lost the ability to direct her own actions, and stood there motionless like a log, staring at herself in front of an underage girl on the screen with her eyes dazed. Exercising all the muscles of his body, he is obviously a tough guy like steel, why did he put on such an extremely charming pose?

What are you doing, Lancelot! ! !

Don't do this kind of thing! ! ! ! ! ! !

Everything happened so suddenly and unexpectedly that Changjiang felt like a poor piece of paper, being hit and ravaged by the storm casually, and the ravaged object was himself in another world.

He now knew why the black king looked at him with pity.

Compared to the black silk maid, her attire was the one that really blasphemed the majesty of the round table.

"Please don't stop me, I will use suicide to wash away the shame of the round table."

Sure enough, in everyone's sight, the sword in Lancelot's hand began to charge, and the next moment, the dual-class servant was covered with blood-red grudge.

Amidst the noisy sound, the blade turned into a bloody flame.

Of course, this is not the original appearance of the Noble Phantasm. With her overflowing hatred, Saber forged the original pure famous sword into a magic sword representing sin and evil.

This is the magical effect of dual classes. With Berserker's strengthening attributes and Saber class's swordsmanship specialization, it is no surprise that Lancelot is already standing among the strongest group of servants at this time.

It would be even better if he wasn't so ashamed that he wanted to kill himself on the spot.

"Ahem... cold stem, cold stem!"

Matou Kariya came back to his senses at this time, he had secretly reached some kind of agreement with Carnival, and quickly hugged Lancelot who wanted to commit suicide on the spot.

"You are??"

Lancelot was stunned for a moment, looking at the magician who was holding his thigh under him, and after thinking hard for a long time, he realized that the other party had a fetter that was closely connected with him.

"My master???"

"That's right! I'm Kariya Matou, master of Berserker Lancelot of the Servant, think about my thoughts before you commit suicide, Berserker!"

Uncle Yan refused to let go, which made his behavior look like a perverted tram wolf.

"Master... yes, I am a servant summoned by the Wheel of Suppression. According to the regulations of the Holy Grail War, my life does not belong to me, but to the Master who fought side by side with me."

Lancelot pondered for a moment, the "Indestructible Lake Light" in his hand, he didn't know whether he should plunge into his chest or not.

If there is no master and his own responsibilities, he must apologize on the spot in front of the two kings.

However, since this Holy Grail War still has his own obligations, it seems that he can't just leave the scene in such a funny way, so Sir Lancelot pondered silently, lowered his eyes and nodded: "You are the sword in my hand, so I dedicate it to you." In my life...the only ones who can make me think this way are the King of Knights and you."

"Servant, Saber. Lancelot, come and report. Although there is only a short time, my sword will be dedicated to you, Master."

"So, you didn't kill yourself??" Uncle Yan seemed to find that his thigh-hugging behavior had an effect, and said in surprise.

"No, after I help you win the Holy Grail War, I will apologize to the two kings."

Lancelot silently laid the "Undestroyed Lake Light" flat in front of his body, and that movement was very similar to the posture of "I will pledge allegiance to you".

He wouldn't want to break the holy sword, would he?No way no way.

At this moment, even Arturia herself was a little suspicious. Fortunately, the screen on the sky continued to scroll at this moment, interrupting the chant of the Yangtze River Knight at this time.

Of course, the final picture does not show the dead beast and the poor Matthew who was frightened and fainted.

But the instigator of all this, the criminal gentleman Professor Moriarty.

He was leaning on the corridor of Chaldea at this time, and the room was the ghost scene of father and son screaming.

"The undivided love for that child is indeed very beautiful."

"But it's not good to be too wishful thinking."

"It is said to be family, but it is always 'others'."

"Maintain a social distance mentally."

"Uh huh huh huh huh huh huh..."

The dark salesman who was extremely tax evading couldn't help laughing while speaking to everyone calmly.

The old man finally became an inappropriate person, and the children who saw this place with their fragile hearts suffered an unimaginable dimensionality reduction blow.

"I will spend my life healing these few seconds."

Arturia's delicate voice was the voice of all the people present, but all this fell into the eyes of Sir Lancelot, but she suddenly came to her senses.

"That's right, it's all his fault!!!"

"Without his bewitching, I would never have made such a big mistake!"

"Wang, what do you say?"

Although he didn't know Moriarty, the criminal gentleman above the curtain of the sky, but the aura of extreme tax evasion like Father Mapo's silently emanating from him must not be a good person.

At this time, the knight of the Yangtze River was like the last straw after falling into the water, and he struggled hard and said to the king.

"Emmm... It's a good excuse to hide from reality."

"My king, I agree."

King Dumao pondered for a while, and finally decided to save the face of Mr. Lancelot for the time being. You can't tell him directly in front of him. Special Secretary, the darkness deep in your heart, you are the one who sneaked into the bedroom of that pink-haired girl, and then slipped into someone else's Halloween costume!

This can't be blamed on the owner of the bar!

But it seemed that Mr. Lancelot couldn't accept such a blunt statement.

So the quilt king, who is kind and considerate in human clothes, still temporarily pressed the table, and she poked the three-no cold-blooded female Hei Dai beside her with her little finger.

"It's really troublesome."

Originally, he wanted to continue to draw out the darkness hidden in Lancelot's heart, and even made him give up on himself and put on the "Dangerous Beast" dress that he liked so much. At this moment, he was coquettish.

Really, it's all for the sake of another self, otherwise, today, Sir Lancelot must pay for the mistakes of N·T·R himself in the past!

"Well, as long as you are happy."

Hei Dai waved his hand, and returned to the referee's seat with the Dragon Witch.

Those of you who have been too engrossed in watching the Great Britain Gattenren-Lee drama have even forgotten that the subject of this round of execution is not Sir Lancelot himself, but Berserker and Matou Kariya are actually the victors.

Ever since, in the eyes of the four masters, Emiya Kiritsugu, Tosaka Tokiomi, Weber and Kenneth, the clothes on his body were changed into those of Mr. Lancelot quietly. The same "parent-child clothing".

"???"

Feeling the swishing cold lower body, and the inexplicable movement between the thighs on the back.

Kenneth and Weber looked at each other and looked at each other.

Then Qi Qi covered his butt, no, it was actually an extra tail.

Black, straight, and furry.

Toy?Or remote control?

Everyone couldn't figure it out, they just re-projected their sights on these four unlucky bastards.

Fortunately, among the four.

Only one person felt no shame or embarrassment.

He even greeted everyone casually.

......

Don't take a break, I will write the next chapter right away~~