My Sister is Arturia

"Is that so? Is it self-cultivation as a princess? Hehe, she is really a promising elf queen. I am also the princess of the Kingdom of Wessex, so oh, I have studied systematically. If you want to become a qualified king , How about I introduce the teacher to you? Let’s all go our separate ways here, and I will find the old man to train you into a qualified king.”

Triss folded her arms, looked at Percival in front of her, and said so. Although the content of the words sounded friendly, Triss' tone was not friendly at all.

"Sorry, I don't trust those people you said. In fact, I think I can learn a lot from Arthur who saved me. By the way, Arthur is my husband now." Jean Ya To Ser's surprise, Percival wasn't at a disadvantage.

"Hehe, it's really interesting." Triss narrowed her eyes.

"I will teach you more in the future." Percival narrowed his eyes.

"You two, enough is enough!" Merlin narrowed his eyes.

Gavin narrowed his eyes without saying a word.

Jialahan looked left and right, then shivered and hid aside to observe in secret.

Arthur laughed twice, and felt the dangerous aura around him increase several times in an instant. This...is an illusion, right?

In any case, the journey of boys and girls and a donkey lady begins again.

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PS: The third volume is finished!Sprinkle flowers!Then, there is a postscript, everyone, wait a minute, post the postscript.

〇④ Knights of the Dawn

no.214 Blessings for poor life

Crystal-like slender ice cubes hang on the bare branches, and the dry branches and withered grass are piled up together. A blackbird with gray fur occasionally pokes its head out, making a symbolic call twice, and then There was silence in the silence.

What winter brings to this land is not only cold, but also a short-lived peace.

In the north of Britain, the aggression of the barbarians from the distant coast gradually calmed down after a heavy snowfall, while in the direction to the south, in the rich plains of the empire, bearing the weight of the power center of the British Empire, belonged to The territory of the king of kings, here is the foreign avenue connecting Hadrian's Great Wall; here is the most famous St. Paul's Cathedral (don't pay attention to writing needs) left over from the rule of the Roman Empire; here is dedicated to the goddess Diana, and The ancient temple facing the Temple of Apollo in Westminster...

Located in the center of the British Empire, it once ruled Wessex and Orkney in the south with absolute power, Midland and Lancaster in the west, Northumberland and York in the north.

This is the Kingdom of Camelot.

When the leather boots stepped onto the king's road where the weeds seemed to grow neatly, the boy who had just stepped on the border of the Kingdom of Camelot knelt down on all fours.

"I-I'm going to die...why, I'm so poor..." Wearing a black leather armor, carrying a large earth-gray backpack, with a head of black hair that looks like it hasn't been taken care of for many days, the eye sockets seem to be full of despair. Arthur, who was deeply immersed in the darkness, expressed his greatest emotion.

"It's okay, didn't you always live like this at home before?" Wearing a long skirt like an ordinary village girl and a patched apron with pockets, but whether it is facial features or temperament, The blond girl who was standing in front of her, bent over with an unclear face and spoke to Arthur, was absolutely as perfect as "God's gift to this world".

The girl named Artoria in front of her has a strength that doesn't match her attire, but this still can't stop the fact that she is also very poor, and she is used to being poor.

"Sister, this is different. This is absolutely different from the previous poverty! This is after seeing the apex of wealth and gathering around a group of people who absolutely belong to the apex of wealth and power, but they are still poor. The most desperate cry out of debt!" Arthur looked at the cobbled road in front of him, the soil hardened by the melting snow: "At this time, even if you want to stuff the soil into your mouth, be a veritable eater. The earth boy can't do it, yes, I am a more sad existence than the earth boy."

"Although I don't really understand why you have the idea of ​​vomiting, brother, there are indeed no wild fruits in the woods now, but there is still some food given to us by the elves. Bedivere and Gavin are also responsible for hunting... ..." Arturia was also carrying a big gray package. She glanced at her surroundings. On the deserted King's Road, there were only bare trees on both sides of the road: "Is my brother hungry? I didn't bring anything to eat."

"No, it's just why Gavin, the princess of Onyk County, wants to go hunting. Life has forced the princess to hunt for survival. As a commoner, shouldn't I vomit?"

Arthur still wanted to continue complaining, but Arturia had already stepped forward and grabbed Arthur's arm, pulling Arthur up: "So that's the reason, I can understand your mood to some extent, but we don't have money This is an unavoidable fact. It is precisely because there is no way to evade that we need to work. Send these letters to the forward transfer station, and we will be able to get two copper coins as a reward! You know Lancelot That rusty sword that looks so powerful seems to be made of two copper plates!" Artoria smiled, with an optimistic and positive light on her face, purifying the dark Arthur who was full of sadness and despair: " Well, it seems that she said that there are more than two copper coins, but I feel that the most is two copper coins."

"Huh? Why does my sister care about Lancelot's rusty sword?" Arthur, who was pulled up by Artoria, patted the dust on himself.

"Of course I want to buy one for you. Lancelot's rusty sword looks very powerful. She won't break it no matter how you use it, but Arthur's weapon is broken. Twice, right? The first time was because of Onyxia, and the second time was because of the elf king Victor, so I want to go to the town ahead to see if I can buy a rusty gun similar to that of Lancelot. Sword, although I have not received special training like Gavin, but I also know that it is quite dangerous to break a weapon in battle!" Artoria pinched the long sword forged by a dwarf at her waist. The hilt, and then glanced at Arthur's empty scabbard.

After Arthur's weapon was broken after fighting with Victor and his group, he couldn't find a suitable weapon these days, not because Arthur didn't like it, but because they had no money, in order to get the black dragon Onyxie With Ya's help, the girls handed over all their property to the black dragon Onyxia according to the request of the black dragon Onyxia.Although Gavin, Artoria, and Merlin still have excellent weapons presented by the dwarves, it would be a pity to sell the weapons of the dwarves, which are rare and rare, for money, so everyone gathered together. After discussion, he decided to adopt Bedivere's suggestion and use part-time jobs to earn money.

Of course, as the princess Gavin, Triss can use her identity to seek help from other nobles, but after passing through the Golden Forest, Arthur and others have already entered Camelot In the territory of the kingdom, there are no nobles that Gavin and Triss know in the territory of Camelot. Although they can choose to turn around and go to the nearest Earl Bunana to borrow some money, the time is really not allowed.

Arthur and the others are not far from the imperial capital of Camelot, but the time was delayed due to various things on the road, and the time spent on the road is only ten minutes away from the one-month curse on Artoria. God.

You can't sell valuable weapons, and you can't go to the nobles to get money, so working is the only way to get money.

Of course, there is also robbery, but in this mixed team of donkey ladies and elf queens, half of whom are knights, the option of the street has not been considered at all.

"No, no, it's really miraculous that the sword held by that idiot Lancelot won't break, but it doesn't mean that it won't break when I hold it. There is no inevitability between them, so the idea of ​​​​buying a rusty sword or something is still forgotten. Let's go." Arthur lifted his backpack, the huge backpack was filled with various letters and consignment items, in the era of underdeveloped transportation, the business of express mail was carried out entirely by horse-drawn carriages and legs, because Because of the war, the express postal business has become more and more prosperous, and the manpower is also seriously insufficient. It is necessary to hire some people who need coins and are free.

Of course, the job of delivering express mail still needs a guarantee, and the one who guarantees Arthur and Artoria is the well-known knight Bedivere.

"Arthur misunderstood. The Rusty Sword was not bought for you, but for Lancelot. I plan to use Lancelot's weapon for you." Artoria turned her head and looked serious. looking at Arthur.

"Oh?! Is this okay too?!" Arthur looked at Arturia in surprise: "No matter how you think about it, Lancelot will never agree, right?"

"No problem, Lancelot has agreed." Artoria nodded.

"Agreed?! No way!"

"Well, I really didn't agree at first, but I still agreed later. Speaking of it, I have to thank Gavin." Artoria looked at the direction, and a small wooden house appeared in front of her, which should be for handling letters. The transfer station: "Gavin told Lancelot on the sidelines that 'the knight who can really turn decay into magic will make no difference no matter what weapon he uses', so Lancelot agreed, you know, She is a very strong person."

"Gavin, no matter how you think about it, it feels like a trap, but Gavin doesn't seem like someone who would set such a trap for Lancelot." Arthur murmured.

"This is not a trap, I think it's a fair deal." Arturia walked up to the wooden house and put the gray backpack off her shoulders: "Of course, the premise is that we have to buy similar rusty swords. But I think rusty swords should be sold everywhere, and the price of two copper plates is about the same."

"Ha...Although it feels like it shouldn't be like this, if you fight with that rusty sword, it feels like being poisoned, like tetanus or something." Arthur also put his backpack off his shoulders.

Arturia knocked on the wooden door.

"Dong dong dong."

After waiting for a few seconds, there was a slightly quick sound of walking, and then the wooden door was opened. It was a little boy who opened the door. He was panting and seemed to be running to open the door.

In the room, not far from the little boy's back, the monk holding the kraft paper had a semi-circular bald head like a dipper, and looked at the little boy with a frown and displeasure.

The little boy was a little nervous, he glanced at Arturia and Arthur timidly, then quickly turned around and ran to the monk.

"Please, Lord Tobias, give me Dad's letter!" The little boy picked up the teacup from the side and handed it to the monk in a flattering manner.