Artoria the Big Liar

"It should work...I'll give it a try."

As she spoke, Lily held up her staff, chanted Britons, and chanted incantations to pray to the spirit for strength.

Firefly-like spirits arrive from the entrance of the other world, arranged like a swarm of bees.They gathered on Lixiang's dilapidated body, splicing those fragments together like sutures, and using the most primitive life energy to sew up the gap. Compared with the doctor's treatment, it was more like welding Lixiang as a machine.

Soon, Lixiang returned to its original appearance.

Jeanna waved her hand and bid farewell to me: "Then I'll go first, Mordred. I'm a genuine fragment of the God of Misfortune, not this kind of artificial imitation. If she sees me, maybe what will happen .If resonance really becomes a god of disaster, then the pan-human history is really hopeless—see you when we wake up.”

"Well. Thank you, Jeanne."

Jeanna's body gradually became transparent and soon disappeared from my sight.

Matthew over there kept holding his shield and wanted to come over, but he was worried about his own safety—it wasn't that he was not afraid of death, but that he was asked not to die.Until her god gives new orders, she can only follow the existing orders.

Fortunately, even though the identity of God of Misfortune is forged, her power is real.Not long after, Lixiang covered his head, straightened his body from the square in another world, and stood up as if he hadn't slept well.

Ignoring my threat, Matthew immediately rushed forward and hugged Lixiang.

"Senior! You are still alive... Woohoo, you are really still alive! I thought..."

"Ah, Matthew!" Lixiang smiled, very sunny, even a little glaring. "Actually, I did die, huh? It's just that I didn't die completely, and then I was resurrected again."

"That's right, death is a long process. Even if the head is cut off, it will take a long time to die." I also smiled, and my tone was very relaxed. "Lixiang, is this the future you see? In the end, you still fulfilled your prophecy."

"So, it was you who cured me?" There was a trace of curiosity in Li Xiang's tone.

"Of course it was cured on our side. You owe us a big favor, Lixiang."

"Well, I took the initiative to attack. But you didn't ask for anything in return, and you cured me. You really owe a lot of favors."

To be honest, I feel a little sorry in my heart, Lixiang is too easy to be deceived-although with her strength, it's okay to be deceived.As a result, I didn't say what I should say, and kept silent for the time being.

Li Xiang didn't grasp this loophole, but thought on his own like a child.

"If you have anything to do in the future, you can tell me directly! The doctor told me that the debt owed should be repaid as much as possible. In case things have new changes, you can't do it at that time." Li Xiang said the past words , then smiled at me and said, "You are strong, Mordred. Maybe the real God of Misfortune is not your match."

"I think too much. I have seen the real God of Misfortune." I said, "Although I don't know the true strength of the God of Misfortune, but the God of Misfortune is an activated multiverse, and he can extinguish the stars with every gesture."

"Okay! Now that you've rang the bell, can we leave together?"

"Well, let's leave together then."

The landlady didn't say anything, she walked at the front of the line and headed for the exit.

Now that I think about it, Lixiang is really a wonderful person.It is considered a god, but barely maintains the existence of human beings.There is someone she likes, her own shrine maiden whose relationship is completely unequal.Maintaining a childlike nature as a shield against pain and misfortune that can drive a man mad.He is obviously the defender of pan-human history, but he is doing things of destruction and destruction.So much so that I couldn't tell whether she was born like this or was made like this.

At the same time, Lixiang was still communicating with her shrine maiden.

The posture is quite ambiguous, Lixiang has been holding Matthew's waist, and touched the two violently.

"Matthew, don't look at Mordred being very strict, she is really a good person!"

"But senior, she really almost killed you."

"Her behavior... how should I put it, is self-defense? And didn't she heal my injury in the end?"

"Even so, it must be very painful, senior? I really can't forgive this..."

"The pain is not very painful. The wound is very smooth and can be reset soon... If Matthew thinks I will hurt, then kiss the wound! If you are kissed, it will not hurt at all!"

"Really? If I kiss you, will senior really not be in pain?"

"Of course! How about I take off my clothes now and Matthew kiss all the wounds?"

"Well. Then [&}

Fortunately, I stopped it in time, otherwise something unspeakable would definitely happen.

There are so many words like this, my ears are almost callused.

The two of them were really tired of crookedness, they kept shining and talking about each other's concern.Lily and I are completely incomparable in this reservedness and introversion.Judging from their appearance, it seems that they have been like this from the beginning. After solving many singularities and belts, they still maintain this sweetness that is so sweet that it is cloying.

Listening to these words, Lily blushed like an apple the whole time, and I had to show up often.

In contrast, Britomart and the Knights of the Round Table are silent, more machine than machine, more servant than servant.

When I was about to reach the intersection, after careful consideration, I decided to warn Lixiang a few words.

"Lixiang, since you have saved the history of pan-humanity once, it means that you have experienced many things. Then, I won't say anything superfluous. I just want to advise you, unless you are cornered, don't fight with your father. Fight against me. You can't even win against me, and you are even farther away from your father."

"Father? Mordred means...?" Li Xiang looked at Lily while speaking, but soon she realized something was wrong.But she didn't think much about it, and she looked confused, she didn't know who I was talking about, she was so stupid.

"Of course it is the king of this Lost Belt. It is called the dragon king. It suppresses all disasters on the island and shapes the existence of the elf race with its own will. As far as I know, she has already regarded you as the main enemy .Next time we meet, I'm afraid I won't be so easy to talk to."

"Well... Actually, death is nothing to be afraid of. I wasn't afraid at all just now."

"It doesn't matter if you die. But look at Matthew behind you. How sad is she crying? Even for her, you should live. And try to live. That's how you are human."

Li Xiang scratched her head, like a child who flaunts her strength and has been seen through her weakness.

However, Matthew is not a weakness.After all, she has the power of Galahad within her.

Although on the offensive end, Galahad is not very good, but the defensive end is surprisingly good.His pure heart gave him extremely high anti-magic power, and his more conservative tactics than Lancelot can also remain invincible at any time.

Once Matthew drags the opponent down, Lixiang, who is dominated by anger, will quickly tear the enemy in half.

"Thank you, Mordred. You are really a good man!"

"You're welcome. It's not hard to find information."

Chatting and chatting, we reached the end.

It was an arch carved out of marble, covered with mist, and once you walked out, you could leave the other world.

In order not to cause trouble, my team and Lixiang's team will go out separately.

In this trap where there is nothing, not even a spirit, we camp for a while, as a rest.

Without outsiders, Lily, who was forced to be autistic by previous failures, can finally speak.

In the tent, she asked, "Mordred, is it really okay to just let them go?"

"Killing her won't solve the problem. Then we should find a solution to the problem." I explained, "The dead Lixiang will be more troublesome. No one knows what she will become under the expectation of human reason." Things. Although there are not many rational beings now, at least they are still human beings and can communicate.”

"I thought..." Lily lowered her head and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Do you think I'm really going to be friends with a madman?" I smiled, and hugged Lily's waist like Li Xiang hugged Matthew, almost hanging on her body: "Even if I want to be crazy like that For the sake of the people around me, I am not allowed to do that—saving humanity, sounds great, right? But the reason why a person can be called great is because he has endured the unbearable pain, and made unimaginable efforts by ordinary people. Even a lunatic is a great lunatic, and he cannot be judged by ordinary standards."

Lily wanted to say something more, but the entrance and exit of the tent were opened, revealing Ithil's face.

Isil hesitated to speak.I understood what she meant, and said directly: "Ithil, if you want to report, report it. Anyway, Jeanna will say it. You are the great knight of the dragon army, go and perform your duties."

Ithil breathed a sigh of relief and left immediately.

Interrupted by her, Lily didn't continue to ask, and I chatted with her.

For example, what to eat when going out for a while.After knowing that I am good at cooking and my cooking skills are very good, Lily was very surprised. While listening to my description of how delicious those dishes were, she imagined what those dishes would look like.

After a while, the landlady also opened the tent.

She asked curiously: "Ms. Jeanna... Is the phantom she summoned really the Dragon King?"

"The fantasy based on the father, and then turned this fantasy into reality through the power of God of Misfortune. Because it borrowed another sword from the father, it was also recognized by the father, and it can be regarded as an extension of the father's power." I hugged Lily and explained calmly: "Don't think about it, the father is very strong. Even if it is a fantasy, it is not something that ordinary knights or servants can deal with. According to the usual standards, it can be regarded as having the strength of the main god level."

"Ah, Mordred, that's not what I mean. I just want to know how to realize it." After a pause, the landlady shook her head, with a rather regretful tone: "Since it's not magic or arcane, then forget it. It is difficult for magic and arcane to reproduce the 'creation' at the level of gods."

The landlady left just like that, really like those pedantic homeboys in novels and animations.

Lily and I went on chatting—or rather, it was me unilaterally describing various things.

Time passed quickly, and by the time Bagster entered the tent, the sky outside was beginning to darken.

"Mordred, that mechanical knight is not a machine, she is a human, and she has hidden herself in the armor." It seems [_*

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"Human...it's okay, I'll know who she is in a while."

It's true for a while.Because I did just leave the Lost Belt and return to reality.

I didn't visit my father, nor did I communicate with Jeanna, but immediately turned on my computer and looked up information about Britomart—it seems that in the records of pan-human history, Britomart is a character in a drama. Role.But even drama has various sources and prototypes.

And in this, I saw a very interesting hypothesis.

Combined with the fact that she pays close attention to her father, Morgan, and Mei Lin, as smart as I am, I quickly identified the candidate.

"So that's it, it's that person... and it looks like it's not the person from Pan-Human History."

After finding the answer, I stretched myself and imagined the future development.

"I remember Lixiang said that the last Oddbelt she experienced was Greek mythology, right? It should have something to do with the last Odorbelt. Then she entered this Odorbelt—interesting. I really hope that the father will know about Brito What kind of expression will she have on her face..."

Chapter 76: Night talk between husband and wife

◆Artoria◆

Back to reality, this time it was late at night.

Next to me is Jeanne.When she recovered, she was a little surprised and a little overwhelmed.

Holding her body as usual, I asked softly: "Jeanna, how does it feel to meet mother and daughter?"

Jeanne froze.The boundary between dreams and reality is too unclear, and she needs time to adapt.

Fortunately, Jeanne has always been a very adaptable woman.She recovered quickly.

"It's nothing special. Because she was raised according to the standards of a prince, that child is not very good at expressing her feelings. She still put on a show in front of me, and even if she was exposed, she insisted on maintaining her majesty. If she hadn't known that she had indeed lived a long time , I thought it was a twelve or thirteen-year-old girl pretending to show it to her family."

"Does she approve of you?"

"Artoria, do you think she might not approve of me?"

makes sense.Not to mention the inexplicable attraction of the concept of the Dragon Witch to the dragon species, the ability to read emotions makes Jeanna have a super high emotional intelligence.

Meluxin—the current name is Ankaragang—her heart is actually very easy to understand, even if she doesn't read her feelings, what is thinking in her heart is what the expression on her face is.

He became an elf, worked in an important position, and improved himself in communication and meetings, but because of his own ability, Ankara has never changed much, and he refuses to change, maintaining the current state.

"It's a pity that I have no way to go there, I can only stay in that room." I sighed.

"She said that she actually has the ability to come here." Jeanna hesitated for a moment, organizing her words in her mind: "It's just that the things on the other side of the Hearing Belt are more important, and she can't leave her. When the situation stabilizes, she Want to live with us...Of course, that kid is really strong, he didn't tell me directly, he said it very cryptically."

I smiled and said to Jeanna: "Of course. She is from our family. She should live together."

"I have to say, the intersection of time and space and cause and effect is really a wonderful feeling..." Jeanna sighed.

"Do you feel out of place because the child is much older than yourself?" I tried to guess.

"Age is not a problem. Mordred was born by Morgan, but Ankara was created by me just now. I always feel that my connection with her is not so close. Or maybe my character is not mature enough to become Mother's preparation and awareness."

"Even if it's his own child, Morgan's attitude towards Mordred is not good. Even if you have your own child, it's basically a free range, and occasionally you find it troublesome."

"That's true... Hey, it's really troublesome."

A free and easy woman like Jeanna doesn't have a high judgment on the status of her children.

It was me who mattered, and herself secondarily.Although a child is a crystallization, it is more of an accident.

Once you live for a long time, you will feel that children are a fetter, and then that the family is a cage.

Although the relationship between me and Jeanna has surpassed cause and effect and spiral, it will not happen those adult things like third-rate modern dramas.But Jeanna's quality of life and mental state have indeed declined extremely.

"So, when we met, the child has grown up, not only has an independent personality, but also has a suitable job. This way, there is not so much trouble. Especially for Jeanna, there are many less painful things."

"Yeah... I read online forums, and they all say that children between the ages of one and three are like demons. Cry as much as you want, whether it's day or night..." Maybe I think this topic is enough. , Jeanna changed the subject and said something else: "Speaking of which, Mordred and I met in the Lost Belt."

I raised my eyebrows.What Jeanna said was essentially saying that she had met that goblin.

And there is no follow-up supplementary explanation, which means that Jeanna has already made a judgment on the goblin.

The so-called bystanders are clear.I really don't like that elf very much, but I should at least listen to Jeanne's opinion.

"Well, I know. How do you feel about her?" I asked.

"The key is not what I think of her, but how Mordred feels." Jeanne said, "Modred really likes her, and has a special feeling for her—she really likes that girl, It is also true that she is you who have not yet drawn your sword. The two feelings mix, intertwine, dissolve, and finally do not separate each other. Make her emotionally hot, like a moth seeing a flame. Stopping Mordred from liking her is Impossible, why not think about how to follow Mordred's wishes and let the two of them get through this dangerous period safely."

A sense of fear lingered in my heart, like a shadow that could never go away.

Most of Jeanne's words were instinctively ignored by my personal preferences, but the last word "dangerous" stimulated my nerves and made me restless.