Chapter 1,371 Decision, Agreement

In the eager and patient waiting, King Arthur has been reincarnated for six days.

Since the conversation that night, the little king seems to have changed a little bit. Before, she tried every means to find out what happened in the hundreds of thousands of years she was gone, and she wanted to catch Artori. Ya or Jeluka is tied to her side.

As for me... I, a fake dark person, don't know much more history than she does. After a few questions exposed this fact, this little King Arthur looked at me with a look that no one except an idiot could The word "illiteracy" was branded again.

Humph, you are such a superficial guy. As the saying goes, there are specializations in a field, but I am good at mathematics, you know?

I naturally don't care about King Arthur's contempt. It should be said that I am used to it. If one day she suddenly shows her admiring eyes, I will feel creepy. I feel that a conspiracy sweeping the Dark Continent is brewing on her.

The topic changed. Since that night, her interests seemed to have changed. During the day, she practiced more with Artoria and gave advice to her successor. After all, where is the experience of King Arthur? Artoria Ya only inherited a small part, and compared to the genuine one in front of her, it was natural for her to be pointed out.

I still can't figure out how much of King Arthur's combat skills and experience this little guy has inherited. I originally thought it was less than 10%, but now it seems that I have underestimated this number, but... I really hope that he will be stronger in his mind and heart. In terms of personality, I can leave a few percent more.

Most of the time, she is as innocent and irritable as a child, but she is also very easy to coax, but occasionally she will show unparalleled maturity and majesty, which makes me not even know how to regard her as a child. The little brat should still be treated like an adult.

There is another one, I am very doubtful in my heart, little King Arthur...has he really figured out how to restore his former strength and appearance? Does it become stronger through continuous exercise, does it slowly become stronger over time, or is it something else? After all, she cannot be treated as an ordinary adventurer.

When I raised this question, the little guy simply shook his head and said he didn't know. It was dinner time, and he almost made the bowl in my hand tremble and smash to the ground.

He doesn't know anything yet he dares to speak so brazenly, he practices so vigorously with Artoria, he eats well and sleeps well, and he doesn't look worried at all. Is this guy a fool?

No, I was infected by the way she spoke!

All in all, this little guy is surprisingly optimistic.

But the next sentence made me look at me very much - although I don't know how to recover, but rather than doing nothing and waiting stupidly, I would rather be laughed at by others and take action. .

The little King Arthur said this. I didn't expect that she, who had lost most of her mental character, could say such a thing. She was really not to be underestimated.

With this thought in mind, she asked in a very casual and nonchalant tone: "Will Ben Ang's mount laugh at me like this?"

Instinctively, I smiled heartily and gave her a thumbs up.

Nonsense, who do you think this druid is? Of course he would do this.

As a result, she held the sword of victory and chased him dozens of times around the ice valley.

Practice during the day, and it’s time for history class after dinner in the evening. Because of this, it took six days, but this long history still hasn’t come to an end in Artoria’s mouth. Tonight is just the beginning of the invasion of hell. It is estimated that it will take tens of thousands of years to finish the story in one or two nights.

I don't really care, I just... really want to go home.

When I was resting, I silently followed the reflection of the ice wall mirror on the opposite side and landed on the little King Arthur above my head.

This guy... I don't know why these days, once I stop practicing and take a break to drink tea, he will come to my head, as if he has really regarded this place as her throne.

No...she did mean it, there was no doubt about it.

If I hadn't strongly objected, she would have wanted to sit on her throne, which is on top of my head, even during the three meals. I don't want rice grains, saliva, etc. falling from the top of my head while eating. s things.

This little guy's eating habits were so bad that she almost buried half of her face in the bowl, the chopsticks in her hands flew up, and she made a slurping sound while the rice grains flew out from both sides of her cheeks, even though it was very big. Said cutely.

Compared to Artoria, who is fast but still elegant and obviously has good manners, it's like heaven and earth. After eating a bowl of rice, I suspect that half of the bowl of rice was wasted by her and let her eat on top of her head. , I’m afraid I have to wash my hair after every meal.

"Let me tell you... do you like my head that much?" Finally, I growled unbearably and asked.

I'll give you a spiky haircut to see if you can still sit comfortably.

"It's so annoying. I don't like it either!"

Little King Arthur waved his little fist, knocked on my head repeatedly, and then started to pull out my hair randomly. He looked like an unreasonable little kid. People who didn't know better would have thought that she had been wronged in some way. .

"Don't do anything you don't like! And don't touch the teacup in your hand and you'll burn me, bastard!"

"Humph, I don't like it but I have to do it."

The little guy didn't know whether he listened to my words or felt sorry for spilling half the cup of tea. He stopped and said angrily.

"Because Nasu is Ben Ang's mount. Ben Ang also knows that with his current strength, he cannot tame Nai Da. He can only make preparations in advance to let Nai Su become familiar with Ben Ang's taste."

I:"……"

I just asked a question, you, a stinky guy like me, do you really think of me as a mount of inferior intelligence?

but……

I rolled my eyes and smiled sinisterly.

"You're familiar with the smell, right? I have a better way."

"What, what?"

Little King Arthur, who doesn't know the dangers of the world, easily believed my words. Anyway, let's teach her a lesson today and let her know the dark side of the world.

I stretched out my palm and raised my head high, letting little King Arthur step on it. She came down respectfully and put it in front of her eyes. Under the curious gaze of the other party, she smiled enigmatically.

"Come on...close your eyes first."

"Humph, you will die if you dare to deceive me." The little guy seemed to be vaguely aware of my evil intentions. He tilted his head like this, looked at me with sleepy eyes, and then closed his eyes obediently.

This guy... is too easy to trust. I don't know when he sold her. But this kind of character really makes people love and feel sorry for her. Is this also one of her personality charms?

Looking at the adorable little King Arthur in the palm of my hand, tilting his head slightly and closing his eyes, I snickered secretly.

Actually, she didn't mean to do anything bad, but didn't she want me to get familiar with her smell? so……

This opportunity was rare. The love for this little guy that had been deeply suppressed in his heart because of the accumulated hatred was released at this moment.

Appreciating it purely from an objective perspective, little King Arthur is simply... so cute! ! !

Overjoyed, she rubbed her face against the little King Arthur in her palm. Ahhh, it was so soft, so slippery, and so cute. I really wanted to take this King Arthur home.

"Wow wow wow... my face, my face is coming up."

The little guy was startled. It was probably the first time he was treated like this and he was a little overwhelmed. Also, the former King Arthur, as the first king and the strongest man, who had the guts to touch him? she.

It took the little guy two or three seconds to react, and he pulled out the Sword of Victory with an angry clang. I haven't been fooling around in vain these days. When she stretched out her hand to the sword, she was sensitive to it. In case of crisis, immediately pull out the gun and run away.

"Stand still, this scornful person rubs his dirty face against Ben Ang. Death penalty, death penalty."

As a result, another scene that everyone loved to see appeared in the ice valley. A delicate girl the size of a doll, waving a long sword like a toothpick, chased a man with two swung tails that looked like wheels around.

Artoria and Zeluka were already used to it.

The night is quiet, the blood moon is charming...

For Harrogas, who had snowstorms most of the time and was gloomy even when it stopped, this clear and quiet night sky was probably rare to see a few times in a year.

Taking advantage of the rare moonlight, he quietly flew from the bottom of the ice valley to the cliff of Tianren, which was ten thousand meters high. He sat on the edge of the cliff, swaying his legs in boredom, and looked up at the moonlight for a long time. I just sighed.

Probably inherited the customs of the original world. Although it is a completely different full moon, the sight of it can still arouse the homesickness in the heart. The hazy moonlight seems to reflect Vilas and the others. Beautiful and lovely faces.

He rubbed his arms, took out a small gourd the size of a palm, and took a sip. The wine-red liquid flowed from the corner of his mouth, making him look extremely free and unrestrained.

This was obtained from the stingy old man Farah. It is said that he originally planned to use this to blackmail an old drunkard, but unfortunately it was a failure. The space inside was not large, and it was impossible to divide the space to hold different wines.

The snow-capped mountains, quiet night, full moon, and the melancholy male Zi Zi holding a drink to welcome the bright moon are truly a poetic scene.

I:"……"

Sorry, I lied, but I am self-aware of my drinking capacity, so the gourd contains the juice reserved for minors in the bar.

Only the feeling of missing home and missing Vilas and the others in my heart is indeed so full that it is almost overflowing.

Just when I was savoring this loneliness and longing alone, a slight sound of breaking the air suddenly came from the bottom of the cliff?

Oh, who is coming?

Artoria? Jeluka?

Unfortunately, I guessed both wrong, and it turned out to be the little King Arthur that I least wanted to see.

This little guy won't stay with me here to mourn the spring and autumn.

"I found it, I found it. This fool is so brave. As Ben Ang's mount, he dared to leave Ben Ang's side without permission."

Little King Arthur shouted, and he didn't know what skills he used, but he jumped back and forth from the hard and smooth vertical ice cliff, and slowly jumped up.

Does this guy have suction cups on the soles of his feet?

"Seeing the last jump towards this side, I subconsciously stretched out my palm. Just at this moment, she landed on it, and her cooperation was perfect."

By the way, has my mount been successfully trained?

I burst into tears at this knee-jerk reaction.

"Let me tell you, even a mount has its own space. The or so... red dragon queen you used to be can't be with you all day long." I feel particularly hesitant tonight. I don't want to quarrel with this little guy. .

"You must say hello when you leave, say hello."

The little guy yelled like this. If you get along with her for a long time, you will know that she is not really unreasonable in many things. As long as you respect her existence, this little one is still easy to coax.

But I just always like to provoke her. Could it be that... I'm really shaking my pussy?

We can’t think about this issue any further.

"You idiot, what are you doing here? What are you doing?"

Probably because he was calmed down by the melancholy (?) temperament that suddenly emerged from me, the little guy unexpectedly stopped arguing with me and asked instead.

"Don't you see? I'm drinking to drown my sorrows."

I glanced sideways at the little guy from the corner of my eye and hummed softly, which sounded a bit like "you don't understand a man's melancholy".

"liquor?"

Little King Arthur, who completely ignored my melancholy and focused on a dispensable word, tilted his head and held his fingers in his mouth, as if he was trying to remember something.

Hundreds of thousands of years... Even for King Arthur, it is too heavy. It is so heavy that even the most common word "wine" requires difficult recall to find the impression in the vague knowledge before reincarnation.

"Ben Ang knows, wine, it's wine!"

Suddenly, little King Arthur, who finally remembered it, jumped up excitedly in my palm, his eyes sparkling. ro! .