No one knows King Arthur better than I do

"I want to say that I have broken a few bones, but I haven't learned similar knowledge, and I don't even know if I have broken bones... If the novice gift package given by the system is not too strong, I can feel my body is slowing down now." It is difficult to say whether this injury can be treated with the current medical conditions..."

"It was raining just now, even if you tell me that my limbs are infected, I will believe it if you want to amputate me!"

I muttered this in a place where no one was around, and the smile on Carl's face became more and more obvious.

"—But I'm not super brave!"

"So what if there is no absolute defense?"

"So what if you don't stand in a safe position?"

"Didn't Laozi's two Fantie swords pierce one of Vitigeng's eyes!"

"If it weren't for the sword piercing his eyeballs, once I got stuck on it, I would still be able to step on the wound on its upper jaw to fix my body, and it would spray me with phlegm from its head!"

After saying this, Carl was completely silent.

There was still a stiff smile on his face, but he could vaguely see his clenched teeth hidden inside the smile.

His previous voice also felt a little bit forced from between his teeth.

And at the moment when he was silent, a group of knights seemed to pass by the door, and the sound of metal boots stomping on the ground suddenly spread throughout the small and dark room.

At some point, the sound of raindrops stopped, and there was cheering outside following the sound of footsteps.

"we won!"

"King Arthur is the chosen king!"

"He's a hero!"

"With such a king, Saxon will never be our opponent!"

"Did you all see it on the battlefield before, the king alone can fight ten half-human monsters, the king is really too strong!"

"The strongest knight in Camelot! A well-deserved hero! The Chosen King!"

Similar cheers sounded along with the footsteps, then gradually faded away, and finally disappeared within the range that Karl could hear.

The back door of his store is still in a relatively remote place.

A group of people passed by such a place, so the street must be very lively at the moment.

The rain also stopped.

In the midst of the cheers of Guanghui and Manmin, he might even return to the capital with a rainbow on his back—what kind of novel script is this?

"But it's true."

"Vutigeng has been beaten away. It would be ridiculous if he lost his defense head-on."

Having said that, Karl smiled and laughed, and then his hands covering his eyes fell down, his eyes were reddened at the moment, and tears kept swirling in the eyeballs.

It seemed that this was his last fig leaf. As the arms fell, the smile on his face was still frozen, but the tears fell down involuntarily.

"Damn, it hurts!"

"I've never been in such pain in my life, what the hell!"

"My whole body hurts! Who can bear this!"

"And I'm a little dizzy... My eyes are a little dark—"

Carl muttered like this, his eyes closed slowly, tears were squeezed out in one breath, making his eyes blurred, and at the same time, he began to feel a salty taste in his mouth.

After a long time, the fainted Karl finally put away the smile on his face before completely losing consciousness.

"I'm so stupid..."

"After the battle, I will be so hurt that I can't stop crying... I really am not material to be a hero..."

Muttering like this, Karl passed out, and his body accelerated the recovery process after he lost consciousness, and even the serious part began to flicker with a little light.

King Arthur and the others won, so Karl can rest.

Because there is no danger.

He's going to get a good night's sleep too—preferably until tomorrow morning.

Good night, Camelot.

……

one zero.twenty.[-]

31. Not perfect today

"Vivian, help me see the past of this blood master."

Merlin, like Morgan, was a spectator for the confrontation between the Silver Knight and the White Dragon.

It's just that unlike Morgan, he went to the battlefield to collect carefully after seeing it. Before the rain washed everything away, he still collected some useful things.

Merlin already knew who the Silver Knight was.

What Merlin wants to know is whether Carl is the original Red Dragon.

After all, to be honest, even he didn't believe that the original red dragon could survive—so he decided to let Vivienne test it.

"Ok."

After all, Vivian did not refuse Merlin's request.

She took Carl's blood, and then designed multiple spells around Hu, and finally the blood turned into a streak of red energy and entered the lake, and the reflection in the lake became what Merlin wanted to see again.

The other end of the picture is first of all a burning flame.

Then step by step in the flames, a strange child moved out like a walking dead.

If you take it out, you can see that this child is very similar to Karl today.

If he grows up, he will basically be exactly the same as Karl. If he is to say that the only thing that is different from Karl is his eyes.

The child has a pair of strange eyes.

Those pupils were hotter than flames, darker than blood, like flowing magma, not dead humans, but like a pair of longan eyes, the temperature in them seemed to burn even my own human body.

"Is it painful?"

"Sad?"

"Ashamed?"

"And are you sympathizing with the dead?"

Looking at such a picture, the smile on Merlin's face slowly disappeared.

He saw the other end of the picture, where he walked in front of the child with a blank face, stood outside the flame, and looked at the child who was inside the flame and stretched out his hand to him.

"Don't struggle anymore, you have already doomed your own future - but your sacrifice is worth it. In addition to the important process records, it also taught me a good lesson."

"Not all human emotions are interesting and necessary—such as pain, such as sadness, such as shame, such as compassion."

"I don't need to imitate the first three, but I can't help you change anything... It's the last one, because you have already reached this point, so at least I will give you a stable ending."

Merlin in the lake said so, and stretched out one hand towards the child. A pink flower grew from the top of the child's head. The petals of the flower dissipated with the wind, and the eyes of the child in the flames gradually turned cold. The hand raised towards Merlin also gradually lowered.

Because he now knew that the guy standing outside the flames and him seemed to be in two different worlds—the other party would never save him.

Then Merlin looked at such a child, watching the flame grow stronger and engulf everything in the end.

The screen ends here.

The result is also very positive.

"At first, I thought he should have died directly in the flames, but now it seems that he just forgot what happened when he was a child, and was picked up by the residents of Camelot."

After confirming this point, Merlin also confirmed that Karl is the original red dragon.

However, he didn't say much about Karl's matter, let alone wanting to interfere too much.

but…

"Guiding the second-generation red dragon is already very interesting, and now the first-generation red dragon has appeared in Camelot again, and it seems like fate has met us..."

"Hehe... The things here make things more interesting."

"Then let's just read it like this for now, and see what kind of surprise it will bring me."

Merlin smiled more and more happily.

Vivian, who was squatting aside, saw Merlin like this and began to scribble on the ground.

In Merlin's own words...

——That is to curse this old hooligan whose old age is unknown, covered with red hair, and then turned into stone, it is best to be locked in a place where no one can see and never come out for the rest of his life!

☆

Carl, who planned to sleep until the next morning, was woken up that night.

Although someone didn't break in and wake him up by going to the back door, but the knock on the door echoed in the tavern. Based on Carl's hearing, he basically heard five upwards. He instinctively judged that it was someone knocking on his door. After that, he also got up.

Carl is still a little tired at the moment.

But when he stood up, the injuries on his body disappeared in sevens and eighties, but there were still some pains in a few places.

Feeling his current physical condition—Carl felt that he should be able to go back to the house and sleep.

So after stretching for a while, I changed into clean clothes that didn't stain blood, cleaned up the bloody smell on my body with the spray drawn from the system, and then walked into the lobby of the tavern, intending to tell Knock on the door, it's closed today.

But when he opened the door, he saw Morgan, Arturia and Merlin directly.

"It's you..."

Carl was a little helpless and at the same time felt that this matter was extremely natural.

It seems that there are no other customers in my store except the three in front of me.

"Yes boss, Camelot defeated the Saxons again, we decided to have a meal with you to celebrate."

"Is it convenient for you?"

Artoria seemed to sense that Karl was in a bad state.

And looking at his messy hair, you can probably think that the boss must have just woken up.

That's right, otherwise it wouldn't have taken so long to open the door.

"It's convenient... come in."

If there were only Morgan and Merlin, then Carl would probably have to proofread today.

But for Al, a big customer... Although she really wanted to close, but she ate too much and gave too much.

In this case, it is considered a little activity.

And most importantly... Carl himself was hungry.

"Good~"

Hearing what Carl said, Arturia, Morgan, and Merlin also walked in with smiles.

A table of dinner is not a particularly big problem for Karl.

He even made himself a casual dinner.

Because Camelot had a celebration banquet before, both Merlin and Morgan started drinking after eating a little, but Arturia was eating at the celebration banquet, and she was still eating here.

This way of eating Morgan feels a little scary.

"I ate too much..."

"Supply is also a very important part of tactics!"

Carl was sitting on the bar counter, leaning on his head with one hand. His brain hadn't fully woken up yet, and now he poured himself a glass of wine under Merlin's instigation.

During the period, Morgan secretly glanced at Carl's side. It seemed that Carl didn't run away directly from Camelot, which made Morgan quite happy.

However, she focused more on Arturia who was wearing a skirt.

——Especially today, Arturia didn't wear the fluffy white skirt that she usually wears, but changed into a skirt that is more convenient to move around, looks cleaner, neater, and more in line with Artoria's temperament.

This dress was chosen by Morgan for Artoria.

So the destructive power is stronger for her.

There is no doubt—at this moment, Morgan is the number one loyal servant of Camelot!