My Knights of the Round Table

Arthur was stunned for a moment, and then said sincerely.

If someone else said it, it would be very hypocritical and flattering, but in Morgan's mouth, he felt very reasonable.

"It's all said, we don't need to say thank you."

Morgan raised his face in a rare, angry look.

"Sorry sorry."

Arthur quickly smiled and apologized.

"Don't apologize either!"

"Okay, I remember it, and I will never do it again!"

The two looked at each other with serious looks.

Morgan was puffed up, while Arthur was begging for mercy.

After a while, the two laughed at the same time.

The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and although he was smiling, he still looked at him, his eyebrows and eyes filled with countless tenderness.

He turned his head and looked out the window.

The lights are bright, even with oil lamps and torches, the night of the whole city is illuminated as bright as day.

You can imagine what a lively scene is going on below.

I don't know what time it is. Looking at the sky is extremely dark, but the city outside is still in a state of carnival. The lights are bright. Looking down from a high place, the streets are still people coming and going, and the sides are full of people. The performers and the vendors selling various items were extremely lively.

Look at this, it will continue until tomorrow day.

Standing in front of the window, watching the people celebrating on the street below, Arthur had a rare look of envy on his face.

"Would you like to go out and have a look?"

Morgan stood beside him, looking at the scenery outside the window, but he was looking at Arthur's profile more. Noticing the change in his expression, his little hand gently took Arthur's hand and suggested softly.

A flash of thought flashed across Arthur's face, but then he shook his head again.

"never mind."

"why?"

Morgan looked at Arthur, confused.

Although she didn't like the lively feeling, she knew from Arthur's face that he really wanted to go.

Then she wants to go too, go with him.

"If you see me, it will be boring."

Arthur was silent for a while and said slowly.

"They love you very much."

"I am a king."

"If I showed up, they wouldn't have a good time."

Morgan listened to his words and looked at his profile quietly.

It's still the same blond broken hair as before, it hasn't changed for more than ten years, but the dumb hair that he looked at standing on it when he was a child was hidden in his hair and disappeared.

The profile of the face is clearly defined. Although it is handsome and handsome, it also has a hint of maturity. The green pupils have long lost the innocence of childhood. Instead, they are full of calm emotions that she did not understand for a while.

Looking at the identical yet slightly different faces, she was a little dazed for a while.

After a while, she noticed that he was already very tall.

The boy who was originally shorter than himself is now more than half a head taller than himself. The proportions of his body are not a little unbalanced because of his height.

This boy, who was exactly the same but completely different from the one she saw a few years ago, made her a little ecstatic for a while.

After a while, she laughed.

Like a beautiful flower in full bloom, gorgeous but pure, with tenderness in his eyes.

"I really grew up."

The girl stood on tiptoe, wrapped her hands around Arthur's shoulders, and pressed her red lips to Arthur's ears, exhaling like blue.

"However, I have a way."

Chapter 47 Chapter 47 Night Tour (1)

on the streets of the city.

Morgan, still in her suit, had the black veil over her face again, covering her face.

Beside her is Arthur.

He was wearing the same clothes that Morgan had taken off before, and walked beside Morgan unnaturally.

The people around just looked at Morgan, but didn't even look at Arthur, as if he was a piece of air, only occasionally a few envious or jealous eyes turned from Morgan to him, making him confirm that they could still see him .

It may also be said that what is seen is not 'self'.

Although Morgan had assured himself many times that he would not be discovered, at this time, it would still be very novel for him to notice that other people were using a completely different look than usual.

"Is this magic?"

Feeling the unfriendly eyes around him, he didn't have any negative emotions.

No matter what, this feeling is still very happy.

Morgan took the initiative to hold Arthur's hand, with a gentle and happy look on his face.

Although I don't like places with many people like this, if I'm with Arthur, I can go anywhere.

Arthur did not refuse, but tightly held Morgan's tender little hand.

The two hands were tightly clasped together.

It feels good.

The two of them were walking through the crowd. Arthur looked at the surrounding scene curiously. It was different from a few years ago. It was not like the empty and dilapidated scene of the past. There were pedestrians and traders everywhere, and it was prosperous. Many people have more smiles on their faces, even if it is late at night, they are celebrating.

It was completely different from the desolate and dilapidated scene in his memory. Although it had not yet reached the prosperity he dreamed of, it was already quite good.

Seeing this, he smiled happily.

Morgan didn't pay attention to those around her, she just clenched his already rough palm tightly, looked at Arthur's profile quietly, and watched gently.

Seeing how happy he looked at these people, Morgan didn't know whether to be happy or disappointed.

The girl quickly adjusted her mood.

All I want to think about now is to spend these days happily with Arthur.

"Want to eat?"

Seeing Arthur staring at a food stall over there, Morgan asked gently.

She knew Arthur had no money.

Although he is a king, he really has no money on him now.

Originally wanted to ask Kai or others to ask for some, but there was no one else in the entire castle except those knights and Irina, and Irina had already gone to rest.

Arthur didn't want to disturb the already tired maid, and he couldn't run to the solitary knights who were originally in charge of the post, pointing to the lively street scene outside and telling them.

'I'm going out to play, lend me some money. '

"never mind."

"I have money."

"It's really not necessary."

"Everything I have is yours."

Morgan looked at Arthur and said affectionately.

Arthur was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Morgan, opened his mouth for a while, not knowing what to say, and then smiled.

"I know, but it's really not necessary."

"Morgan's dishes are so delicious, how can I still want to eat these things, if I am hungry, I will take Morgan home and let Morgan make it for me."

Morgan looked at Arthur in disbelief, not expecting him to say these words at all.

After a while, a happy smile appeared on her face.

The body leaned, lying in Arthur's arms, hugging him tightly.

"Aunt Morgan?"

At this moment, a dazed and suspicious voice suddenly came from behind.

.....

At this time, the West had not invented the electric light, and the lighting at night could only rely on oil lamps and torches.

Naturally, torches require wood and grease. If possible, it would be better to have some cotton cloth wrapped around them, and oil lamps are made of grease extracted from animal carcasses.

These things are cheap in this day and age.

The light emitted by the two is limited, but they are very cheap in this era, so in order to illuminate at this time, many of these things are placed above the street.

The dim light did not cause any obstacle to people's sight, but matched the lively street very well, giving people a hazy beauty.

Gareth led Gahoris and walked in front, with Gawain and Bedivere following behind.

The two lively and lovely girls ran around curious about everything, while Gawain was more inclined to look at the scenery and pay attention to his sister's safety.

Bedivere was a little silent, just chatting with Gawain about Arthur and some common topics with each other.

The bustling roadside is also very attractive to her, but for some reason, she always has a feeling of panic.