Chaldea, your chieftain is back!

After Gareth finished speaking, he also lost all his strength, and his stomach, which had been hungry for several days, began to make a deafening sound.

Rumble~

The passing refugees stopped suddenly and looked at the sky.

"Is there thunder somewhere?"

Ahhh! ! !I'm still a girl!I can't live anymore!

Gareth was so ashamed that he wanted to stick his head in the sand when he heard what the refugees said.

How could a thin-skinned girl be able to bear being so hungry that people thought it was thunder!

"Damn it! Mordred, when I meet you again, I will beat you up, bastard!"

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"Miss Jeanne, what do you think?"

"It's not good to keep this knight playing drums at our door! This stomach growls too loudly."

Emiya Shirou looked at Gareth who was crouching on the ground in shame.

This camp was managed by Joan of Arc after Hei Zhen left. In order to prevent Hei Zhen from being controlled by the military, the saint had no choice but to seriously implement the other party's policy.

"Gareth's stomach is growling for a while, and everyone on duty last night was awakened!"

"Well,"

"But it cannot be ruled out that she was sent by the Lion King to do something! Moreover, the Knights of the Round Table are all servants, and their strength is quite strong."

"That can't be left like this!"

As a chef, Emiya Shiro really didn't want to see someone go hungry.

It was worse than killing him.

Joan of Arc looked at the girl with an unlovely expression on her face.

"It's really not good to leave it like this."

"Even a sinner must be given a full meal!"

"and,,"

When Joan was also in the Hanging Garden, she saw the whole picture of the battle in Heizhen's body. Although Gareth helped Semiramis and his gang, neither Heizhen nor Joan had much for Gareth. the hate.

On the contrary, I quite appreciate this girl.

Although he is the seventh seat of the Knights of the Round Table, he is more like a warrior pursuing the limit of martial arts than a knight, with the pride and self-esteem of a warrior.

So, Joan of Arc went into the porridge shop, ordered a bowl of porridge, and came back.

Gareth, smelling the thick porridge specially made by Emiya Shiro, his saliva flowed out.

Looking at Joan, it was like a dog waiting for its owner to feed it.

"Anyway, if you don't accept me, please give me some food, just a little, I haven't eaten for four days! Please!"

The girl wanted to cry but had no tears, and said pitifully.

It's no wonder that when The Lion King said he wanted an undercover agent, those guys were all looking at the cracks in the bricks on the ground. This job is really difficult!

"Knight Gareth, if you can swear in the name of the knight that you will not harm any refugees in the camp!"

"I can let you in and give you food!"

Joan of Arc held the bowl and said.

"I, Gareth, the seventh knight of the round table, swear that I will never harm any refugee in this camp!"

Gareth held out his hand and swore.

...Anyway, I was just here as an undercover agent, not to kill refugees. I have a clear conscience, and I will not touch these refugees.

"Welcome to Camp Oasis, Knight Gareth!"

Jeanne looked at and handed the porridge in her hand to the other party!

Gareth picked up the bowl and drank it all in one gulp.

Then he let out a comfortable breath and thought about it.

"Ah! Comfortable! It's a good thing to be able to eat enough!"

"one more bowl!"

The girl said with bright eyes.

"This,"

Emiya Shirou was about to say that this is against the rules, after all, three bowls of porridge a day is the ration of everyone, even Hei Zhen and Toba are no exception.

"Mr. Emiya, give her another bowl! Count me in."

Jeanne said simply.

"Okay! I see, Mademoiselle Joan of Arc."

Wei Gong took another bowl with the bowl in his hand, and then Gareth drank it all with a straight bow.

"Well, can you come again?"

Although the girl was clumsy, she could instinctively see that something was wrong.

"It can't be done, the food in our camp is limited, what you just had was Miss Joan's dinner!"

"Hey!"

Gareth looked at Joan who had already gone to prepare the next porridge, his face flushed.

Did you owe such a big favor just because you came to eat the other party's dinner?

How can this be paid back!

Um!Write something useless if you don't write a letter to the Lion King!Anyway, the Lion King is so strong, and I'm such a good spy, so I shouldn't blame me!

Chapter 93 When a spy is hungry, it is not a spy.

in the castle,

"Gareth, yours is too clumsy, you need to use your brain!"

"But mother, I always feel that those things that use my brain will give me a headache!"

Gareth smirks sheepishly at his mother, Morgan.

This made Morgan shake his head helplessly.

"Doesn't it matter to you if your clumsiness costs you your life?"

"Well! If there is such a time, there is no way!"

"Besides, I want to join the Knights of the Round Table like Brother Gao Wen! Become the king's knight!"

The girl Gareth's round face smiled as silly and pure as white cabbages all over the floor, but he stood upright.

It was as if becoming a Knight of the Round Table was the most longed-for and most glorious moment in her life.

Such a simple smiling face made Morgan sigh and stroke the other's cheek.

...I sacrificed too many children to destroy Arthur, but you, I don't want to give up.

Because, you are the only light that illuminates my dark life!

Morgan looked at his favorite daughter seriously.

"Gareth, if becoming a Knight of the Round Table cost you your life, would you still choose to do so?!"

"Queen, I must have died fighting for the king on the battlefield!"

"It's an honor to die protecting the country!"

The girl proudly puffed out her chest and raised her head.

But Morgan became more and more heartbroken. Did fate decide everything long ago?

Is it never possible to change?

As the sung witch and the evil side of the Fairy of the Lake, Morgan is always surrounded by betrayal and conspiracy. She has tried to change her fate several times, but she will always return to the original point in the end.

I'm just not convinced why the king isn't me!That's all!

Didn't expect that the fate now falls on my favorite daughter again?

Morgan bestowed all her kindness and love on Gareth, but she still had to watch her favorite child rush into the burning flame like a moth to a flame.

... Is this your revenge on me?my little sister.

Others, maybe I can't control it, but at least my favorite daughter!Let me break your sad fate!

Morgan took out his staff and looked at the girl.

"Gareth, can you promise me that you will come to see me once a year?"

"Of course, Queen Mother!"

The girl said firmly.

Morgan reached out and squeezed Gareth's fat face, his eyes were full of kindness.

"Really, my sister and I have such handsome cheeks, why is your face so fat!"

"Woo~~~~Because my mother always prepares so many delicious food for me! That's why I got so fat."

The girl said unconvinced.

Morgan stood up.

"Gareth, since you agreed to the Witch's terms, the Witch must also give her a reward!"

Morgan took out his staff and waved it around.

"Listen to fate! Knight Gareth."

"what!"

Gareth immediately dropped to one knee solemnly.

Morgan's staff rests on Gareth's shoulder.

"The first destiny, Gareth, hone your martial arts to your heart's content! If someone tempts you with clever words, and prevaricates you, you don't need to answer, just use the spear in your hand to reply to the other party!"

"Second destiny, remember Gareth, the more beautiful a woman is, the more deceitful she is!"

"The third destiny, Gareth, to believe that what you protect is worth your life to protect! You who choose to protect are brave and invincible."

Morgan uttered three prophecies of fate in one breath.

"Remember?"

"Mother! I remember!"

Gareth took all three prophecies of fate to heart.

"Go! My child, let's freely bloom your own brilliance! Start the name of Knight Gareth in this world! Let me be proud of you!"

"I see, Queen Mother!"

Gareth nodded his goodbyes and Morgan walked out of the castle.

After Morgan watched her only child who gave all her love leave the castle.

wow~~~

A mouthful of blood spurted out.

Morgan knelt on the ground in pain and vomited blood, mouthfuls of blood gushing out as if they couldn't be stopped.

Whether it is the price of the witch's transaction or the unauthorized use of the island's power to spy on fate without authorization.

The price Gareth paid was far from enough, so the rest had to be made up with maternal love.

But Morgan also knew that this would only allow Gareth to live a few years longer than his original fate.

"Gareth, my dearest child, you took the last of my mercy away."