Return from the second dimension

Then she walked to Altria lightly again, reduced her expression, and said to Altria."How is it? Our sisters who are close relatives look alike?"

"Sometimes I dress up like you, standing in front of the mirror and looking at myself in the mirror, it feels like I see you..."

Altria's thoughts were chaotic.

On the one hand, I feel that this kind of thing is unacceptable.

On the other hand, I feel that my sister's words are reasonable and there will be no problems.

She even felt that with the wisdom of her sister and the general direction of her teacher's development, she might do better than her.

Morgan teased Altria like a little girl who just got the toy, and said: "If you still don't worry, how about adding them? You should be able to relax with their help, right?"

"They?" Altria asked, and immediately looked towards the door.

A tall black knight opened the door and walked in.It was Lancelot, the strongest knight of the Knights of the Round Table except her.

As soon as Lancelot came in, he said to Altria: "Wang, go get the Prime Minister back."

He was very clear about the mental state of their king since the prime minister left.Seeing Altria for so many years, suppressing his inner feelings bit by bit, becoming like the right machine named Wang, he was also very uncomfortable in his heart and hated his powerlessness.

He looked at Morgan from the corner of his eye. Morgan's behavior today really surprised him. That's why he would support Morgan's plan.

Of course, he was not so naive to completely believe in Morgan, but in another legend of Great Britain, Wang's teacher, the prime minister.

The prime minister appeared, even if he didn't come back, even if he didn't really show up, but he declared his existence, no one could ignore it.

Even if Morgan is really ambitious, under the control of the Knights of the Round Table, under the deterrence of the prime minister, he absolutely dare not do anything.

The knights of the Knights of the Round Table know better than anyone what the prime minister means in Great Britain.It is a figure that no one can touch, like a god, and even makes people unable to be jealous or hate.

"Wang, go, go find the prime minister, go and bring our prime minister back." Kay followed Lancelot and walked in.

"I think it's a good idea." Kay was followed by Gawain. Gawain looked at his mother Morgan. As a son who was almost smashed to death, he was still a little frightened in his heart for the mother who was so controlled by this girl.He said, "Mother only needs to show up occasionally and let others know that the king is still there. Leave the rest to us, don't worry about problems."

The other knights of the Knights of the Round Table walked in one by one. These comrades who had been with Altria for decades, like relatives, knew that their king, Altria, had a problem with the state.

They all knew that if the prime minister did not show up this time, their king would continue to suffer, and his heart would probably die slowly, eventually obliterating his feelings, and slowly becoming the king that others expected, a puppet without self.

They certainly don't want to see that scene.

Aggiwen, Jaholis, Tristan, they were all tall and wearing armor. If this lounge wasn't big enough, eleven tall guys walking in would probably burst the room.

"It's not because of selfishness. Our country needs the prime minister. The king should know this better than anyone else. Only the king can get the prime minister back. This is something only the king can do!" Tristan said firmly.

Altria was not a person who was good at words, was moved by everyone's actions, but did not show too much.

She lowered her head for a moment in thought, then looked up at Morgan.

"I'm pretty confident about imitating my sister." Morgan smiled, and then she gestured to the Knights of the Round Table behind her, "And they will play cover. There is nothing wrong with it."

Altria shook her head and said: "I believe you can do it, but I don't have the confidence to find a teacher."

Morgan smiled mysteriously, "This requires some strategy."

Altria planned to wait for a qualified successor in this country, and then left to find a teacher, but there was no way to say it.Probably it means looking everywhere, looking everywhere, looking everywhere...Let's do it.

When I heard my sister who had a lot of ideas talked about strategy, Altria couldn't help but sound.

Morgan said: "Is it possible to completely converge the red dragon factor?"

"Yes." Altria nodded.

Her practice is not exactly the same as that of the public in this world. After all, it was taught by Sun Baihe. In Sun Baihe's education, the power of blood can be used as an aid, but not as a support.

She tapped the power of the Red Dragon Factor and quickly gained powerful combat power. After successfully unifying Europe, she did not continue to follow this path.

After Sun Baihe left, she relied on the method Sun Baihe taught her and walked the orthodox path. With the aid of the Red Dragon factor, she finally broke through the bloodline limitation and stepped into that forbidden realm-the realm of gods.

The Red Dragon Factor was born with strong coercion and aura, which fits very well with her king's status, and she has always maintained the red dragon state.

In fact, her strongest is not in this state. After all, she condensed the red dragon factor in her body and completely hid it.

Altria's body shrank visible to the naked eye, and the perfect curve began to evolve toward a tiny arc. In the blink of an eye, she changed from a mature and perfect woman to a sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl with a little green and beautiful.

Morgan saw Altria returning to the appearance of a girl, and strange colors flashed in his eyes. This kind of sister was so missed and liked.

She gave a smirk and said, "I have to admit that the old bastard Merlin is a bit capable. As he said, ordinary methods are useless to men like the prime minister. Unconventional methods must be used."

"For example, you can play your daughter."

Altria was really surprised this time, "My daughter?!"

"Or, you and the prime minister's daughter," Morgan said with a faint smile, "the script can look like this, Morgan, I once got the prime minister's blood, extracted genetic factors from it, mixed with your blood, and With my own belly, I gave birth to a daughter that belongs to you and the prime minister."

"How about this script? The prime minister doesn't want to see you now, but if it were your daughter, he wouldn't have come to see you?"

This is a bad idea!Altria shook her head decisively and refused.

Not to mention that she doesn't know how to act and can't play her own daughter. Just relying on her teacher's ability, she can't fool the past.The teacher can tell at a glance whether it is her daughter.It's just a mess.

But she was still a little curious, and asked with some surprise, "Is this kind of thing really possible?"

"Of course it can, but the ones made according to my method are only artificial humans, and they are not really your children... It used to be like this. During this time, Euro has sent some knowledge of the world. I It may have found the direction to nurture real life."

She said to Altria in a seductive tone: "If you can get the prime minister’s fresh blood, hair or skin tissue with hair follicles, and give me another year, I will definitely have a way to make you pregnant with the prime minister. child."

"It's not right to do this." For this kind of thing, the upright Altria once again rightly refused.

Although it sounds very tempting, it seems that it will not cause any harm to the teacher, and I can get my wish and be pregnant with the teacher's child, but this kind of thing is still not working, and I always feel that there is a problem.

She wants to become lovers with her teacher, become a husband and wife, and getting married and having children is a natural result, not her real goal.

Morgan did not continue to say this, she smiled, "The above are all joking, in fact, to find the prime minister, you still have to rely on your hair."

"My hair?" Altria.

Morgan nodded and said sternly: "My magic relies on emotion, and I need information contact or access. Only when his information is exposed, I can successfully rely on this magic and rely on your feelings to find the prime minister."

"It stands to reason that the Prime Minister is incredibly powerful. He should have the magic that protects his own information permanently, but he doesn't know why. He didn't do this. He only temporarily blessed the magic that protects and isolates me after knowing this magic."

"Either it was injured, or it was deliberately leaving a flaw. In short, this is our opportunity."

"The previous blessings for you were only the primary form of magic, and the scope of exploration was limited. Only when the prime minister appeared by your side, can you perceive the prime minister through the cooperation of magic and intuition. If the distance is too far, it will become invalid."

"Now, I want to use the ultimate form of magic, I will bless all my magic power on it, maximize the scope of perception, relying on the guidance of this hair, you can definitely find the prime minister."

Altria breathed a sigh of relief. This method was much more reliable, and she nodded immediately. If this is the case, she has no problem.