My Knights of the Round Table

Chapter 162 Chapter 2 Punishment

Ranmallock's angry expression didn't know whether he felt angry for his sister or sad for himself.

Arthur watched with a headache.

I didn't expect that the one that exploded first was Lanmaloch.

Gawain, Bedivere, and Meili were used to it, and they never thought that such a thing would happen.

Not dissatisfied at all.

He had expected this kind of thing when it first came, but Gao Wen's behavior gradually dispelled his anticipation and worry. Although he was not prepared for this kind of thing now, it also reminded him.

The sooner the fire starts, the better.

The girl standing behind him remained motionless.

Worry and uneasiness can be vaguely seen in the lowered eyes, and there is more sadness in the depths.

Arthur asked tentatively.

"You want to be queen?"

Parcival lowered his head and did not speak.

Lan Maloch still looked at Arthur in displeasure, and she still had more or less reason to keep her from saying what was in her heart.

Arthur gently took Percival's little hand.

The girl's arm trembled, and she struggled subconsciously.

The girl's struggle made him even more helpless.

Gently squeezed the girl's little hand, holding it tightly but it was useless to let go.

Seeing that the little hand in his hand was useless, the struggle gradually weakened until finally he gave up struggling completely and let him hold it.

Helplessly, his eyes flicked back and forth between the two of them.

"If you have anything to say, just say it, it's all like this, what else can't you say?"

"I'm sorry Your Majesty, Lanmaloch has been a little anxious recently."

Parcival lowered his head and said softly.

Compared with just now, there was a lot more depression in his voice, and his calm tone made him even more helpless.

He looked at Lan Malok, who was kneeling on the ground.

"how about you."

Lan Malloc moved his mouth.

Just as I was about to speak, I felt my sister's stern gaze, and looked at my sister in confusion.

Percival's reprimanding eyes made her lose the courage to speak.

He raised his head and stared at him viciously, no longer looking at him, and lowered his head to look at the ground aggrievedly.

"Go ahead."

"It's okay Your Majesty, the Irish mission has arrived, it's important." Percival advised softly.

Arthur turned to Parcival helplessly.

"Really not?"

"It's really okay."

Parcival's eyes were full of dissatisfaction, but the appearance of lowering his head and pretending to be nothing made him even more helpless.

The emotions of grievance and dissatisfaction accumulated in the bottom of my heart but I dare not vent them.

If I have a low EQ, I won't bother with them after flirting...

Arthur suddenly understood how his original self was subjugated.

After thinking about it, he sighed.

"Ok."

After finishing the words, he clearly felt the small hand in his hand tremble, hanging powerlessly in his hand.

The woman's head was lowered so low that he could barely see her face.

Arthur held her tender little hand tightly.

The windows around the palace were open, and a faint view of the garden could be seen, and the sea breeze blew through the garden and onto his face.

Arthur waved his hand, and a faint magical power gushed out.

A strange wind blew through, and all the windows were closed tightly at the same time.

'Boom! '

The sound of all the windows being closed in unison startled the two of them, and the sunlight was completely blocked out of the windows.

Not a ray of sunlight leaked in.

Darkness enveloped the originally bright hall.

Percival and Lanmaloch were taken aback by the sudden darkness, and their disturbed mood slowed down their thinking speed before they had time to think about what happened.

The two looked around suspiciously, trying to see what happened.But the sudden darkness made it difficult for them to see things around them clearly.

Lan Maloch's hand nervously grasped the hilt of the sword at his waist.

Parcival became nervous, and the two small hands subconsciously grasped the man's big hand.

"His Majesty?"

The woman's weak call was met with a big hand reaching into the collar.

She did not wear the armor of a knight.

The man's hands were exceptionally proficient, and before she could recover, the coat on her upper body was simply taken off.

The feeling of her clothes falling made her eyes widen in horror.

Can't see anything clearly, doesn't feel any sense of security yet another man is taking off his clothes.

Even though she vaguely guessed the owner of the big hand, the sudden attack still made her scream out in shock.

"Ah... woo?!"

Before he could yell out, his slightly pale pink lips were blocked by the man in panic, and he could only let out a panicked whine.

Ranmallock heard her sister's screams.

Standing up, he subconsciously grasped the hilt of the sword and looked towards the screaming location.

The dark unknown made her dare not move around, she could only try to open her eyes to see clearly, but the harder she tried, the more she couldn't see anything clearly, so she could only yell out uneasily.

"Sister? Your Majesty?!"

"It's okay, don't move there."

Arthur's voice made her tense and uneasy disappear.

Not understanding what happened, Lan Maloch moved his hand away from the hilt, lowered his head, and continued to half-kneel on the spot motionless.

In the silent night, my sister's familiar but unfamiliar voice came.

During Arthur's speech just now, my sister's whining turned into a violent panting, and with the short and hasty order, my sister's voice turned into a shy and painful whining.

Lan Maloch raised his head suspiciously.

The vision that usually recovers quickly, but today it is still dark after such a long time.

Arthur's order made it difficult for her to move around, so she could only shout anxiously on the spot.

"Sister? What's wrong with you."

My sister's suspicious and nervous voice made Parcival feel ashamed and wanted to find a crack in the ground to sneak in.

The waist has been occupied by the man, and his body is pressed tightly against him by his strength.

Two small hands were powerless to push and push the man on top of him.

The man's excessive strength made her weak struggle useless.

"Your Majesty, don't do this."

After finally getting some space, Percival didn't care about recovering his breath, and begged for mercy in a low tone that only the two of them could hear.

The man's hand was placed on her last blouse without hearing it.

Parcival's eyes widened in horror.

For some reason, even though the man was so close to her that his chest was almost touching him, she could only see a vague figure.

His body trembled unceasingly, his eyes filled with shame.

"Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I was wrong, don't do this."

"Does Percival not like me?"

The man's voice was accompanied by hot air blowing on the sensitive earlobe.

Her body went limp.

Before she could tidy up her chaotic thoughts, the last clothes on her body were skillfully taken off by the man.

There is no cover for the upper body.

Even in the darkness where people can't see clearly, she vaguely guessed something.

Darkness is created by man, and he can see everything in it.

Thinking of this, she couldn't support her body any longer, she fell into the man's arms with a blushing face to cover the two important points, and begged for mercy in a trembling voice.

"I, I will be obedient and not get angry."

"Don't like it?"