Artoria wants to read people's hearts

It's so homey!

Time is always in a hurry, just like the moment when the dew on the lotus leaf falls to the water's edge, so fast and crisp.

By the time Artoria saw Morgan again, it was already a month later.

It was late at night, and the cool wind passed through the window, gently caressing her face.

On the cold sky, half a moon hangs slantingly on the horizon, and the stars are also twinkling slightly.

Winter comes quickly, but silently.

When the busy people came back to their senses, they realized that the leaves of all the trees had withered and returned to the embrace of the earth.

'—— tuk tuk tuk'

There was a small knock on the door.

In the warm room lit by charcoal fire, Artoria gently raised her head and looked in the direction of the door, her gaze became lively from contemplation.

"Come in." She said lightly.

The exquisite wooden door was pushed open from the outside, and a blonde woman entered.

That was the Princess Morgan of Britain who had disappeared for a month.

Her eyebrows and eyes looked a little indifferent in the dim light of the candlelight, and there was even a hint of fatigue on her face.

The charcoal fire in the fireplace was burning silently, occasionally some sparks would splash out, and they would disappear without a trace in an instant.

Seeing the person coming, Arturia's eyes sparkled like clear water.

She stood up and rushed to meet him, then pushed Morgan's shoulders and led her to the chair next to the fireplace without any explanation.

Because she was traveling in winter, when she put her hands on her shoulders just now, she could already feel the cold wind and dew on Sister Wang's body.

The most important thing now is to let Sister Wang warm up quickly. As for asking about the Wilson family's territory, she is not in a hurry, is she? After all, she believes in Morgan's ability.

"You are really considerate." Morgan took the hot tea Arturia poured for her, and said in a joking tone, "No wonder people call you the King of Knights."

"I didn't do anything, did I?"

Artoria sat across from her, her eyes were very gentle, "I just passed you a cup of hot tea in the middle of the night, such trivial things are what I should do."

"after all........."

She lowered her head slightly, and said with some self-mockery, "I asked you to do that for me."

"There's nothing wrong with that."

Morgan closed his eyes, and then took a sip of the hot tea in his hand comfortably by the fire.

"I'm a little hungry." She instructed Artoria unceremoniously, "Go and get me something to eat, I want hot soup and steak..."

"Well........"

She pondered for a moment, then continued, "One more dessert."

Artoria didn't care about the tone of Morgan's order, she just laughed out loud, then stood up and gave a standard knight's salute to her sister.

"Of course, my lord, I will obey your orders."

After finishing speaking, she walked out the door and gave Morgan's request to the attendants waiting outside.

"So......."

She returned to Morgan and said slowly, "Before waiting for the kitchen to prepare the food you want, let's pass the time and talk about your experience this month."

"How about it?"

Artoria sat up straight, "My dear sister, can you tell me about what you have seen and heard in the Wilson family's territory during this period?"

That was not an interesting thing. When this topic was brought up, Morgan frowned visibly, and his fair face showed an expression as if he saw a cockroach.

"As you said before."

She paused, with deep disgust in her eyes, "Those guys are simply a bunch of moths."

"No, you can say that."

After saying this, she immediately refuted what she just said, "To say they are moths is to flatter them, and those guys are even worse than moths."

Hearing Morgan's remarks like this, Artoria also suppressed the smile on her face.

The emerald green pupils reflected the firelight, setting off the vermilion splendor, and she looked at her sister with a serious expression.

"Morgan, please tell me what happened."

Chapter 67 her face was burning with a burning blush

"I used magic to confuse the audition, disguised myself as an ordinary middle-aged man, and sneaked in."

Morgan frowned and explained, his eyes fell to a point in the empty space, and his fingers turned carelessly along the edge of the teacup.

"The first day I got there, I saw the group of sheriffs maintaining law and order."

She sneered, "They were all dressed in clean and tidy clothes, and each of them had a wooden stick pinned to their waist, just walking carelessly on the avenue of the town."

"Do you know the reaction of those civilians when they saw them?"

When she said this, she lightly flicked the wall of the teacup with her fingers, and there was a clear and crisp sound from the cup.

"...It's like seeing a group of devils, and the people are avoiding them in a panic."

"It seems that as long as you slow down by even a second, you will be caught in hell and tortured forever."

"And yet it is true."

Just like the cold wind blowing outside, Morgan's emerald green eyes were full of coldness at this moment.

"A scrawny, crippled boy in shabby clothes was a little slow to avoid, and he was pushed and shoved by the panicked crowd around him, and he accidentally fell to the ground. It blocked the path of those bastards."

"Guess what happened to that boy?"

She chuckled lightly, but there was no smile in her eyes at all.

"With fists and kicks, and sticks to serve, even if the young man begged hard, the group of demons still wouldn't let him go."

"The louder he wailed, the happier the moths laughed."

"I also heard them laughing and discussing."

Looking at the anger ignited in Artoria's eyes, Morgan said softly, "...throw this beaten half-dead boy into the pack of wild dogs, and let the pack of beasts tear him apart, And ate him."

"...I don't think you should sit idly by."

Arturia pursed her lips, her face was sullen, and her eyes were filled with monstrous flames.

"Of course I won't sit idly by."

Nodding his head, Morgan continued, "I used some tricks."

Having said that, she raised her eyebrows, and then added, "It's just some magic."

"While I saved that boy, I also taught those bastards a lesson."

"However, all of this was done in the dark. After all, I have only just arrived for the first day. If my identity is exposed, I will be in great trouble."

This is very correct.

One of the reasons why Morgan was allowed to pass was because her magic could well hide her identity.

So Artoria nodded, agreeing with Morgan's statement.

Speaking of this, Morgan seemed to have a little dry mouth, so she raised her hand and sipped the tea in her hand, moistened her throat, and then continued.

"Afterwards, I found a decent hotel and settled down. I chatted with the owner of the hotel in a harmonious atmosphere, and got some information from my intentional or unintentional routine."

"It's terrifying."

"The deeds about nobles and magistrates told by the boss can almost be compiled into a book, and then published as a horror story."

Although he said 'scary', Morgan's face was completely expressionless.

"Mutilate, kill, rape women, plunder property......"

"Their methods of torturing people sounded very cruel even to me, a witch."

"The people of Wilson Territory live under such shadows every day, and the fear of this emotion has already been deeply rooted in their bones and blood."

Morgan's fair and slender fingers tapped on the armrest, the rhythm seemed to hit Artoria's heart directly, making her blood boil like boiling water, with An unbearable anger flowed all the way to the fingertips.

"Even the innkeeper's wife was beaten to death by those demons."

"There are too many dirty things to talk about."

She shook her head with an ugly face, and with a disgusted expression, she indicated that Artoria herself did not intend to continue talking.

"Ok."

Artoria took a deep breath, trying to calm down her volcanic emotions.

"Since you have returned to Camelot, it means that you have taken care of the matter over there, Sister Wang."

"Tell me, how did you punish them in the end?"

Morgan paused as she tapped her fingers on the armrest. She stared at her sister with a low voice.

"I used the methods they used to torture civilians to kill the group of sheriffs."

"Of course, this is completely palliative, not the root cause." A nasty smile curled up on the corner of her mouth, "After all, the real source of evil is Duke Wilson."

"then........"

As she spoke, she leaned against the chair behind her, her eyes were as indifferent as glass, "One night, I sneaked into their mansion, and with extreme violence and weird magic, I successfully turned that trash duke into a Obedient dog."

"As for the specific method, I won't go into details."

Morgan looked at Arturia with half-down eyelashes, "...I guess you don't want to hear it either, do you?"

She is a witch, and the words spoken by those torture methods may stain the ears of her fair and noble sister.

So, let’s not talk about it.

"Before I left, I gave him an order to reorganize the rotten atmosphere there from top to bottom, and treat civilians well from now on."

Although the anger in her heart was about to burn her out, the matter had come to this point, and Morgan had already given the best judgment to those pigs.

Exhale, inhale.

After taking deep breaths three times, Artoria calmed down, and her heavy complexion returned to normal.

"Sister Wang, you've done a good job...Although I wish I could kill that bastard Wilson, I can maximize my benefits by keeping him."

After all, she couldn't kill the entire Wilson family, so she might as well save the old guy's life and let him atone for what he did.

If the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, his children are not good things either.

Anyway, Morgan has already controlled that bastard's thoughts and turned him into his own puppet, so let that old man destroy his favorite family bit by bit with his own hands.

The candle flame moved slightly, and the wax oil dripped.

The two talked about some specific plans and arrangements for this matter, and finally ended the long conversation with the attendant's knock on the door.

The waiter outside the door bowed his head respectfully, "Your Majesty, the supper kitchen ordered by Her Royal Highness has been prepared, may I have dinner now?"

Artoria turned her head to look, and she was about to speak when she was interrupted by Morgan.

She ordered to the attendant, "I won't eat here anymore, you go and deliver the supper to my room, and I want to eat there."

Seeing the figure of the servant leading away, Arturia looked at her sister with puzzled eyes.

"Don't look at me like that, I'm just a little tired, so I want to go back and rest quickly."

Morgan shrugged, standing up as she spoke.

Like a graceful and lazy cat, she stretched.

Arturia smiled helplessly, and then said.

"Then you can finish eating here before leaving."

"That's not okay, I don't want to hear your nagging."

Morgan stretched out his index finger and gently shook it left and right in front of her.

"nagging?"