While Arthur was talking to Li Daoyuan, Merlin's assistant Lianyin also walked in, holding a large stack of documents.
The documents were piled high like a mountain, and I felt tired just looking at them.
"Mo, Lord Merlin, the review has been completed. I will give these documents to you after the final stamping." Lianyin placed the pile of documents next to the prime minister's table, and there were already several mountains of documents piled up beside the table.
"Oh my God." Merlin also seemed to be under a lot of pressure: "Okay, Lianyin, you can go back. Leave these to me."
"Thank you, thank you." Lianyin's face was already exhausted. But as soon as she saw King Arthur, she immediately remembered something and jumped up at the same time: "Oh, Your Majesty! I'm really sorry! Little Husky
Is he still at your place? I'll pick him up right away."
"No, Lianyin." King Arthur persuaded in a low voice: "Have you looked in the mirror to see how you look now? You look terrible."
"I...really?!" Lianyin touched her face in disbelief.
Yes. She looked like she was going to die at any time. Her eye circles were dark, her eye bags were droopy, and her bloodshot eyes were sunken.
"You looking like this will definitely scare Xiaoha. If you can't even take care of yourself, how can you take care of the child? ------Xiaoha has servants to take care of him in my palace, so he won't do it for the time being.
There is a problem. You go home first and have a good sleep. I have worked hard on you these days."
"But, that child---"
"He is very good. Greenville and I can handle it." Arthur added, "I will deliver Xiaoha to your door early tomorrow morning. Let's make it this way."
The King of Knights said this, but he actually had selfish motives. Little Husky was really lovable, and the child brought a lot of joy to the King of Knights and his wife during the few days he stayed in King Arthur's palace. If possible
If so, Wang really wanted to keep the child one more night.
"Then...well, thank you Your Majesty! We'll see you tomorrow." Lianyin hurriedly walked out of the office without too much doubt. She actually wanted to escape from her son's shackles for one more night---
Taking care of a child alone is tiring and hard work.
"She seems to be under a lot of pressure." Li Daoyuan said curiously.
"As a single mother, she is really under great pressure." Arthur replied casually, but he was thinking about something else. Maybe it's time to find a companion for Lianyin to share the burden of this single mother.
"Come on, Mr. Li Daoyuan. I still have a lot of questions to ask you. Let's talk as we walk."
He couldn't wait to squeeze all the information about the Dark Continent from the other party right away.
Especially, the movements of his sister, [Queen of Darkness]------Morgan Le Fay Conwell------.
At the same time, Bediwell, who was looking for a hotel with Albert on his back, was finally tired after being rejected for the thirtieth time.
He sat down in a dark alley corner of Edinburgh, leaving the sleeping tiger aside so that he could take a few breaths.
Humans don't need a reason to refuse the orcs' accommodation. Maybe they just look unhappy at Bedivere, or maybe it's because Albert, whose fur is now covered in pits and seems to have a serious skin disease.
If this continues, there is really no other way. Can we only seek refuge with the captain’s friends?
Bedivere is strong and strong, and is used to strong winds and snow. Even sleeping out for a few nights on this cool spring night is not a big problem.
The problem is that Albert Tiger has been extremely weak from injuries and poisoning in recent days. He needs to find a clean bed to rest and take medicine.
Bedivere, who was worried about this matter, was at a loss for a while and could not think of a more effective method.
The lights outside the alley were dim, but there was a sense of coldness inside the alley. Bedivere thought about what had happened in the past few days, and then thought of Tristan and Ivan, and couldn't help feeling depressed.
Even though he has experienced so much, even though he has tempered his will in the cold wind of the North for many years, the werewolf is still a human being after all, and he is just a young man who has just turned twenty.
And people are always vulnerable sometimes. Why not?
He put it on his knees and sat quietly with his eyes closed, hoping to rest his mind. After opening his eyes again, he must put aside those negative thoughts and continue to work hard.
When he did this, there was no one in the alley. He shouldn't have been shy and could have cried a few times.
However, a subtle and crisp sound fell to the ground.
The sound of coins falling to the ground.
The werewolf raised his head and saw a Tabritian gold coin lying quietly on the ground less than a yard in front of him.
The figure of the man who put down the gold coins was already at the corner of the alley and was about to disappear.
The werewolf, who was still in a semi-confused state, had not yet realized the meaning of the gold coin. He hurriedly picked up the gold coin and chased in the direction of the figure, shouting: "Sir! Your money fell!"
He turned the corner and caught up with the man in front of another, deeper alley.
"Huh?" The tall and powerful young man turned around and looked at the werewolf in front of him doubtfully: "No, it didn't fall. That's for you."
When Bediwell heard what the other party said, he immediately realized the meaning of the gold coin. He was angry: "Sir, I am not a beggar and I don't need your charity! Please take your money back!"
"You... aren't you?" The handsome giant man looked at the werewolf.
When the other party looked at him, the werewolf also looked at the other party.
The man was wearing a luxurious black armor inlaid with gold, and his face was looming under the helmet. Although only half of it could be seen clearly, it was unusually delicate.
His green eyes sparkled in the night, as if he was telling people about his master's spring breeze.
In contrast, the werewolf Bedivere was wearing tattered civilian clothes at the moment. The shirt and shorts on his body had been scratched numerous times in the three days of fighting. It would not be an exaggeration to say that his clothes were ragged.
Bedivere's big sky-blue eyes, which should have been beautiful and moving, were already covered with wind and frost due to years of tempering. They were even more haggard due to the depression just now, and there were still some tears hanging from the corners of the eyes.
The muscles on that man's body are even stronger and thicker, and you can feel the power within them just by looking at them.
In contrast, although Bediwell is strong, he is on the thin side - because there is no superfluous muscle on the werewolf, and every muscle is adjusted to just the right amount so as not to hinder movement - but this kind of
Most people in the world don't understand "just right". People only think unilaterally that the more muscles there are, the stronger the person is.
Under such comparison, the knight couldn't help but chuckle proudly.
"I'm sorry. Maybe I did misjudge your identity." The black armored knight replied, "I sincerely apologize for this."
Although the words were full of honorifics, the other party could not hide the contempt in his tone. Of course, although Bedivere denied it at this moment, the werewolf did look like a real beggar.
And that knight seemed to be a decent big man, how could he be more polite to a guy in ragged clothes who looked like a beggar?
"You don't have to apologize to me." The werewolf suppressed the anger in his heart and threw the gold coins in the direction of the knight: "Just take back the money you left behind."
Unexpectedly, the knight quickly moved out of the way, and the gold coin passed by him, first jumped on the wall for a while, and then fell down weakly.
"No, it's very dirty." The knight shrugged, "The gold coins will be dirty when they fall on the ground. I don't want the money anymore. You can do whatever you like with it, sir. I'm sorry."
The knight ignored Bedivere, turned around and walked away.
But the werewolf felt that he had been humiliated, so how could he stop there? He rushed forward and stepped next to the gold coins. The impact he exerted on the ground was just right, making the gold coins on the ground bounce and fly up. The werewolf took advantage of this.
With this sweeping kick, the gold coins shot towards the back of the knight's head like bullets!
Of course, the opponent was wearing a helmet, and it was impossible for gold coins to kill the knight. The effect Bedivere wanted was just to give the knight a "slap" on the back of the head, so that the arrogant guy would learn a lesson.
But the knight was indeed not an ordinary person. It was as if he had the backsight. The moment the gold coins flew quickly, he drew his sword out of its sheath, turned around and slashed it back!
The knight's lightsaber hit the gold coin accurately. The powerful lightsaber emitted high heat and instantly turned the gold coin into metal vapor and flew away!
"Well, good skills." The werewolf couldn't help but whisper.
"You're not bad, sir." The knight seemed to know how Bedivere kicked the gold coin away, and greatly appreciated the werewolf's smooth and polished movements: "It seems that I really misjudged you. You really
You're not a beggar. Looking at your skills, you should be a candidate for the Knights of the Round Table trial this year, right? ---What's your name?"
"...Bedivere." The werewolf remained alert and replied in a low voice: "Bedivere of the Esquimo (tribe)."
"Very well, Mr. Bedivere." The young knight put away his weapon: "This is Westad. Knight of the Round Table, Westad. Nice to meet you."
He threw a card to the werewolf: "You are still wandering around the city at this time. Are you worried about finding a hotel? Take this card and go stay. Seeing your name, the hotel waiter will not stop.
It’s hard for you."
It felt so domineering. But saying these words also made Bedivere feel extremely unhappy.
Out of politeness, the werewolf still accepted the card and said perfunctorily: "Thank you."
"Well, I still have things to do, so I'll take my leave." Knight of the Round Table Westad turned and left, his figure quickly disappearing into the depths of the alley.
(What an arrogant guy. Who wants your help?)
Although he knew that everything the other party did was in line with the etiquette of a knight, the werewolf still felt deeply unhappy. Maybe it was because as a man, he was compared with the other party in all aspects and felt inferior.
The werewolf shook his head, trying hard to put away these negative thoughts.
He looked at the beautifully printed business card, which was full of luxury.
For Albert's sake, perhaps it would be wise to accept Westad's kindness?
No. Not even to death.
For the sake of his boring dignity, the werewolf grabbed the business card with one hand, crumpled the card into a ball, and threw it in the dark corner of the alley.
Then, he finally made up his mind to join Captain Senezel's friends.