My Knights of the Round Table

"next time."

"Next time I will kill him with my own hands!"

"I'll let Rider..."

"No, we can't disperse, that nightmare is definitely observing here." Black Artoria raised her head, interrupted her, and said coldly, "Gather your strength, next time they will definitely not be these people, Gawain, Lancelot, Tristan, Lanmaloch... just because they come, we are absolutely unable to resist now. I will lead people to find their traces and see if I can solve a few, then you go Continue to summon followers."

"it is good."

......

A terrifying brilliance played behind him, and Arthur and his party ran to the depths of the forest.

Under the guidance of Meili, the three quickly found the hiding place of Leticia and Mata Hari.

Clear stream.

Mata Hari was squatting by the river with Letitia, helping Letitia wash her body, a white prison uniform was thrown beside her, and a nice skirt was placed on a clean stone.

Seeing Arthur and his party come back, Leticia first breathed a sigh of relief, showing a happy expression, then thought of something, watched Arthur's eyes dodge, and blushed to cover her chest.

"Welcome back."

Mata Hari graciously turned Leticia around, took her clothes and looked at them worriedly.

"Sorry, it was a bit difficult to deal with, and I wasted a little time."

Arthur released Bradamante.

but...

Bradamante seemed to be in a strange state, still holding Arthur's waist tightly.

Arthur looked down at her, and found that her beautiful blue eyes were filled with shock and happiness, and her dazed appearance was extremely cute, like a fawn clinging to its mother in his arms.

"Here is the place."

Arthur said softly.

"Ah? Ah!"

Bradamante finally came back to his senses. When he heard the words, he suddenly raised his head. Seeing Arthur blushing helplessly, he quickly let go of Arthur. He took a few steps back and covered his face with his small hands.

"Woo! I'm sorry, I'm sorry! That, I really didn't pay attention! I was so excited, I really didn't expect you to hug me, thank you, thank you!"

"It doesn't matter. Speaking of it, I also want to thank you. Thanks to your help, we can get out of there."

Bradamante's face was covered, only the back of his hand was exposed. The skin on the back of his petite hand was delicate, but the hideous wound on it attracted his attention.

A fresh, seemingly freshly ruptured wound that hasn't healed.

Obviously it was the consequence of being hit by Martha just now.

Arthur took a step forward, raised his hand to gently grab her hand, and gently rubbed the wound on it.

"Huh? Lord Arthur?"

Bradamante lowered his head shyly, not daring to look at him.

Arthur didn't speak, and looked down at the wound on the back of the girl's hand. A faint magical power gushed out to repair the hideous wound on her.

I don't know if it is due to his own terrifying recovery ability and the holy sword, his recovery magic is particularly good.

Not long after, the hideous wound on the back of the girl's hand disappeared, and the little hand regained its smoothness and softness.

He continued to pour in his magic power to restore her body, and he let her go until the blood color returned to her pale and sluggish face, and then he let go of her hand.

"never mind."

Bradamante only felt warm in his body, and the faint pain just now disappeared.

Raising his hand, he looked in surprise at his own hand that had recovered to its original state, squeezed it in disbelief, and raised his head in surprise when he found that it had really recovered.

"Master Arthur! You are wonderful!"

"Eh...? As long as you're fine, I've worked hard on you just now."

Arthur hesitated for a moment, then said with a gentle smile.

Bradamante's little face was blushing with excitement and joy, he kept nodding and shaking his head, and his beautiful blue eyes were filled with adoring little stars.

Chapter 277 Chapter 28 Excited Bradamante

"Yeah! No, no, it's not hard work! If it's hard work, you are the one who worked hard, Lord Arthur. I am ashamed. I was blown away by that guy alone, and it took you so long to carry it, Lord Arthur." Hurry back."

Bradamante stopped shaking his head, eyes filled with adoring little stars.

I don't know if it's because of the hug just now, but Bradamante's shyness has decreased a lot, and he leans in front of him with both hands on his chest, but he doesn't dare to touch him and look at him adoringly.

"Also, Master Arthur, you were really handsome just now!"

"One person against so many people! And your sword! Ahhh! What is that? Your holy sword, your holy sword, and your treasures are really beautiful, the starlight is so beautiful, I really miss it Look! And you have such great power when you release it casually, you really deserve to be King Arthur who holds the holy sword in his hand! It's really powerful!"

Bradamante kept mumbling and repeating.

Arthur looked at her with a forced smile, raised his head and looked at the people behind her.

Joan of Arc didn't pay attention to this, and was looking nervously at her master Leticia, apologizing with apologetic face.

Leticia kept telling Joan that she was fine, and wanted her not to worry so much.

Hearing Bradamante's undisguised voice, he secretly glanced at her back, his small mouth pouted unhappily, eyes full of envy and shrinking.

Mata Hari looked at him teasingly, and looked at Bradamante's back with a little envy in her eyes.

In their eyes, Bradamante, who can express his feelings unabashedly, is not an existence that makes people feel idiot in battle, but such a character makes them feel envious.

What they want to have but can't have, even if they work hard for a lifetime, they can't get it.

"But, but..."

Bradamante's voice suddenly dropped.

Arthur looked down at her.

"what happened?"

"Is my performance okay?"

Bradamante looked up expectantly.

The beautiful blue eyes and the pale eyes are so close, the two can even feel each other's breath, facing each other, almost leaning forward to kiss each other.

Bradamante did not expect this situation, his beautiful blue eyes widened slightly, his breathing became short of breath, there was a hint of anticipation in his eyes, and for the first time, his beautiful eyes dodged.

The performance of the beautiful girl's refusal and welcome made Arthur difficult.

I don't know if I should do it or not.

You can kiss her just by getting close to her, and the beautiful appearance and admiring eyes are always seducing him, but...

Keeping his sense, he stepped back slightly and looked at her with a smile.

"great."

"Really?! I, I'm so happy! Um, uh, can I get your autograph now? Can I join the Knights of the Round Table? Can I meet Miss Meili? And, and... ..." Bradamante blushed, and said with difficulty after a while, "Can you hug me again?"

After the words fell, Leticia's eyes were full of envy and anxiety, and she was so anxious that she was about to cry. The key point was that Joan of Arc didn't notice and continued to ask for warmth. Leticia didn't know what to say, so she could only comfort her She repeated that she was really fine.

Mata Hari looked at Bradamante enviously.

I don't know whether she is envious of her request that will be granted, or her character of saying whatever she wants.

"The matter of signing and meeting Meili, let's wait until these matters are dealt with. After all, I don't know where to sign. After all this is settled, I will take you to Camelot. When the time comes, you can go to my treasure house. You can do whatever you want, and then I will earnestly sign it for you, as much as you want."

Arthur also said a lot in one breath, looking at her tenderly.

"Joining the Knights of the Round Table? I heard that you are not under Charlemagne's command? Although I haven't heard of it, it should be a very good group in the future, right?"

"Yeah, it's Charlemagne's Twelve Warriors!"

"Although everyone is an idiot, everyone is very, very nice! Among them, Sister Tobin is the archmage second only to Mrs. Meili! She is super super powerful! But she is also a hot-blooded idiot, only Olivia Sister, she is really amazing, gentle, sensible and very smart, second only to Lady Meili! I like her so much, she will solve everything! If there is no her, relying on that idiot Charlemagne There is no result!"

Bradamante's face was full of happiness. Although she was a bit dissatisfied and complained, almost everyone could see the true thoughts in her heart with the happiness and satisfaction in her eyes.

Arthur looked at her happiness in a trance, and after a while, he smiled.

"It seems like a very warm family."

"Family? Well, yes yes! Of course you can."

"Then there is no need to join the Knights of the Round Table..."

"No, I really want to join the Knights of the Round Table! They don't care if it has nothing to do with you, and they will definitely envy them when they hear it, even if that idiot Charlemagne finds out that he can join the Round Table The Knights will definitely join without hesitation! So, so! Please, I will perform well, give me a chance, please!"

Bradamante grabbed his arm, shook it lightly, bit his lower lip with his white teeth in prayer, and acted coquettishly in a low voice.

"Give me a chance! No matter what, I will work hard."

The performance of the little girl begging for a reward made Arthur smile helplessly.

He reached out his other hand and gently rubbed her head.

"Okay. After all this is over and Bradamante and I return to Britain, I will hold a ceremony for Bradamante to make you a knight of the round table, and help you get to know everyone in the knights of the round table and Miss Meili."

After finishing speaking, Arthur paused, seeing the excitement in Bradamante's eyes, and continued to speak with a low smile.

"Speaking of which, I would also like to see your companions."

"Oh! That's great! Master Arthur is the best! I love you so much!"

Bradamante hugged Arthur's body, jumped up and hugged his shoulders tightly and buried him in his arms.

Not only can you meet Lady Mei Li, but you can also join the Knights of the Round Table, and you can also see King Arthur's Knights of the Round Table one by one!When I go back and tell them my story, I must be envious of them, especially that stupid Charlemagne.

Arthur hugged her like a child, and gently stroked her little head, as if he was touching a child he had never been born.

Mordred doesn't count!

The more he came into contact with, the more helpless he became for Mordred, who only had an identity but never raised him.