My Knights of the Round Table

The young man stared wide-eyed, staring blankly at the front, his body no longer struggling.

And the blond man didn't hesitate, and threw away the young man's body casually, as if he had done something insignificant, without any slight change in his expression.

Jeanne tensed up.

Arthur turned around and looked at the woman who looked exactly like Leticia.

The blond girl has already switched forms, holding a white flag with an unknown pattern in her hand, exuding a powerful aura, and looking at him vigilantly.

This form has confirmed the identity of the opponent.

"Heroic Spirit."

"Who the hell are you? What do you want to do?"

Arthur paused, looking at the faint tension in her questioning, he realized that he seemed to be a heroic spirit of the orderly and good camp, and his heart relaxed a lot.

Instead of answering, he started asking.

"Are you looking for someone who looks exactly like you?"

Arthur asked indifferently.

Joan of Arc hesitated for a while, then replied.

"Yes."

"Is that person called Leticia?"

Since Morgan came to this world with him, Leticia's arrival is also possible.

Although the probability is low, it exists.

After thinking about it carefully, he doubted Leticia's identity. In such a dangerous place, how did she survive the lightning that collected human souls indiscriminately and the monsters that might appear.

Seeing a heroic spirit exactly like Letitia now reminded him of Grey.It's just that Leticia is different from Grey, she doesn't have any education in magic and combat, she's just an ordinary modern high school student.

But what will happen to her when she comes to this era...

"You know my Master?"

Joan looked at him in surprise.

"Your master?" Arthur frowned, and then let go, "I met her in another world, we are friends."

"you are?"

"My name is Artorius."

"It's you."

Joan's nervous expression disappeared visibly with the naked eye.

Arthur was relieved and a little nervous.

It seems that her master is indeed the Leticia she knows, and she mentioned herself to her, which saved a lot of trouble, but at the same time Leticia's whereabouts are unknown.

"The master mentioned you to me, saying that you saved her."

Arthur nodded without any hope, but asked tentatively,

"Where is she now?"

Joan shook her head, eyes full of self-blame.

"I don't know, the Master and I heard about King Arthur of Britain a few days ago, and we were going to take a boat here to Britain to seek help from him, but yesterday we were suddenly attacked by Dragon Tooth Soldiers, and I got separated from her. "

Chapter 256 Chapter 7 Dirty

"You and Leticia got separated yesterday? Where are you?"

"It's in a village not far to the south."

Arthur frowned.

Even if it usually takes him a few days to find someone in Camelot, at this time in the chaotic Gaul, it is extremely difficult for him to find her alone.

He didn't care about everything outside, but for a fragile little girl like Leticia, any slight disturbance might kill her.

He glanced at Joan who was still standing nervously, thought for a while, and said.

"In this case, let's find it together."

Joan hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

"Okay, thank you."

The man in front of her is still a mystery, and what she did just now made her a little worried, but it is almost impossible to find the Master by herself.

Arthur knew her concerns, but didn't explain much.

The two left the room where the three corpses were piled up one after another. Arthur took her back to the hotel and paid for the person next to his room to make room for her.

"You rest first, we will be on the road tomorrow."

After helping her clean up, Arthur turned around and prepared to leave.

Joan of Arc looked at his back, her beautiful blue eyes were still a little puzzled, she hesitated for a while, her lips moved slightly, and she raised her hand.

"and many more."

Arthur turned and looked at her suspiciously.

"Ok?"

Seeing him turn around to look at herself, Joan put down her hand, thought for a while, and asked, looking straight into his eyes.

"Why did you do this?"

"I just want to find her, I think I have a problem with her coming into this world, so I want to make sure she's as safe as possible."

Arthur looked at her.

"And my job is to investigate the source of Gaul's abnormality and solve it. I think you may be related to it, so I will help you. Don't think too much, we are in the same camp, take a good rest, it will be difficult to rest after tomorrow gone."

Turned around, left a word, then turned and left.

This time, Joan of Arc did not stop her. She stood in the room and looked at the closed door, thinking of his back, and the bodies of the three people in the black room remained in her mind.

The ruthless methods are completely opposite to the gentle and sunny temperament. Although it is said that the master knows him, but the master is not in this world, why did he come here?Is he really the person the master said?

Joan of Arc thought for a while, shook her head, and put her doubts out of her mind.

Although I don't know his identity, he is the only one I can rely on now. With his help, the Master's safety is more guaranteed.

She turned her head and saw the white mist emerging from the bathroom.

……

"Merry?"

Arthur walked out of the room, calling her name inwardly.

After a while, there was no woman's voice in my mind, and there was no fluctuation of magic power around me, and there was no response.

Arthur looked around with a headache.

The room on the top floor was fairly quiet, and there were only figures at the end of the corridor who were about to disappear.

It's still a bit unrealistic to think of relying on Mei Li's clairvoyance to find someone.

He paused at the door for a while, then turned and went downstairs.

The streets at night are not deserted. The lights and the recent surge in the number of people fleeing from the countryside make this place full of people all the time.

Along the way, Arthur observed the scene on both sides.

From time to time, people would find outlandish or honest people and drag them to the corner, asking for money.From time to time, well-dressed men and women can be seen pulling the disheveled or curious and fearful men and women from other places into tall buildings.

Arthur watched, dazed.

Such a sight made him feel like he was back decades ago.

When he was young, there was no king in Camelot, and the west of Britain was full of Celtic refugees and Saxons.

That was the life of the Celtics back then.

Evil is happening all the time, the nobles are enjoying their last days intoxicated, and the spirit of knights has been forgotten.

When he came to power, as time went by, they saw hope and changed.

The people here seem to be the same as the Celts at that time, but they are not so desperate, because they can reach Britain by boat, and the existence that belongs to King Arthur and is said to be a "paradise" has lost despair in the eyes of many people. There is also hope.

Arthur shook his head, throwing out his wild thoughts.

Not far ahead, a well-dressed man pulled a middle-aged man who looked like a stranger and whispered something. His keen hearing allowed him to distinguish his words from the noisy voice.

He still remembered the business, finding Leticia's whereabouts.

Since Leticia is the master, she is likely to be related to Gaul's abnormality this time. Even if it has nothing to do, he should save her if he has nothing to do.

The middle-aged man from outside looked hesitant, shook his head twice and refused, but after the well-dressed man continued to say a few more words, the middle-aged man gave up struggling, nodded and followed him into the next room.

Arthur followed quietly.

Along the way, he was already familiar with the abduction and trafficking of outsiders by these people.

Roughly, it's a ticket to Britain. ''Have a job that pays well. ’ and so on, plus the responsibilities of raising a family and their situation, of course, many of them are simply coercion, or sex and so on.

Arthur naturally knew the fate of cheating in.

Ordinary men are traded or slaves, and women are trained as prostitutes, commodities, or slaves according to their appearance. With the current fashion, male slaves with good looks are also popular among male nobles.

Many nobles participated in this matter, and some countries even used it to make money. There were many such incidents in Camelot at that time.

Of course, as the King of Knights, after briefly using and blackmailing the nobles related to it, he solved them all.

Arthur followed and walked in, and the two sturdy security guards at the door were still standing as if they had never seen them.

A gust of wind blew and the door was closed.