The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

He looked at Mordred, who was glaring at him furiously, and a warm feeling flowed through his heart.

That's great.

I wrote this chapter just to wish Uncle Gunmi a happy birthday

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 273 Vol. Being whitewashed is the greatest insult to a villain

2023-07-29

"I didn't invite you, did I?"

Menechel looked at the disheveled young man in front of him, his expression a little complicated. He looked at the blond man standing at the door with a sword in hand. Even though they were both men, Menechel had to admit that the other man's brilliance was more in line with the temperament of the perfect prince in a girl's fantasy than Gawain.

However, in fact, this person is not a prince, and his true identity is often a king who appears as a background character in fairy tales.

The male King Arthur, or simply Arthur, fled into his room as if he had fled from Camlann.

"Please don't say that, Sir Menechel." Arthur said in a deep voice: "I was just about to go to the cafeteria to eat today, but I felt my heart skip a beat. I have only felt that sense of crisis before the Sword in the Stone broke..."

"I'm not interested in the details of how you met me, a woman." Someone flipped through a book without looking up. He gave advice to the king who was trapped in the small room: "I think you can go find your own subordinates."

"In order to save humanity, I am the only one who has come here alone. Here is only Caster." The man's voice was desolate, and everyone who heard it sighed in grief.

Menechel finally looked up, and the corners of his mouth twitched as he looked at the lonely king who had fallen into the prison called Chaldea because of the kindness of human nature.

"Then go to her room. A short pain is worse than a long one."

He gave Arthur a solution that he thought would solve the problem once and for all.

Arthur's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he was trying to understand the true identity of the creature in the skin of Lancer Menechel, who could utter such words that were comparable to the evil manifestation of humans from his soul.

"I treated you sincerely and we became close friends, but I never thought you were a traitor who harmed the country!" He scolded, and then Arthur said in a deep voice: "Do you know that she changed the name of the room? This is the place where the red dragon rests. I claim to be the son of the red dragon. This place is not good for me."

"I asked you to apologize, but I didn't let you rest there forever."

Arthur stopped talking, and Menechel put down his book. The two looked at each other for the first time, and Menechel said:

"Didn't you tell me before that she was the one you felt most sorry for? So go and apologize."

"She won't even give me a chance to apologize, and before that happens I'll probably be a part of her magic forever."

Arthur had no doubt about this, she would probably be stripped of her consciousness and only her soul would be left.

"I have learned her information. Before her Noble Phantasm is completed, I will help you subdue her, and then you can come forward to apologize. Based on my understanding of myself - there may be some deviations due to gender, but I think as long as your attitude is sincere enough, she may forgive you. You treat her as a sister, how could she not know with her fairy eyes? All she wants is an answer."

"What if it doesn't work?"

"If it doesn't work...just give her your head and she'll forgive you."

"how about you?"

Arthur spoke softly, and he suddenly realized that it was clearly a plan for two people, but he was the only one who was carrying it out.

"I'll be gone before she cuts off your head."

"return!"

Arthur's face was expressionless. But Menechel remained silent, fulfilling his role as the forerunner of the plan.

"When I was alive, I ignored her feelings for the sake of my homeland. When I came to my senses, there was an irreparable rift between her and me. I couldn't tell who was talking to me at that time, and whether the one controlling her body was a fairy or herself."

"I went to the control room as soon as she was summoned to Chaldea, and I checked her spiritual base."

"Do you want to see if you can send her back?" Minashel made a reasonable guess.

"Although I am not worthy of the title of knight in terms of handling emotions, I am not so despicable." Arthur shook his head and denied it. He relaxed his voice a little: "But her spiritual foundation is indeed integrated with a part of the rain fairy. When I was alive, I had a deep understanding of this kind of fairies. They were born because of strong emotions, and finally became crazy because of the disappearance of these emotions. Maybe when she was alive, at the last moment, she also lost her rationality because of my ambiguous attitude."

"Just like I cannot understand the pain a woman feels during childbirth, I may never understand why she wants to change her body, but I believe that the passionate love she feels is something I can never give her."

"So you figured it out?"

"Well, luckily, this time she descended as a Servant with hatred towards me. So I must live on, as a carrier of her emotions." Arthur nodded in agreement, he looked at Menachere: "You are right. She is a very easy person to deal with. As long as you treat her well, she will want to give you everything she has. If you apologize, everything may be resolved, but I cannot accept her love, so I want to bear her hatred."

"She has no idea that you've been treating her well behind her back. And with such a reason, I don't want to forgive you, let alone her." Menechel's eyes returned to the book. Arthur glanced at the title. It was about Celtic mythology. As one of the protagonists, he immediately lost interest.

"That's perfect. Since I'm her enemy on the road to new life, it would be the greatest insult to me if I were to be whitewashed."

Arthur stood up and tried to walk out the door. When he was near the door, his hand was already on the door handle.

"Oh, will you die if you share your love with her?"

Arthur responded with a sneer of extreme disdain.

"She is very cute and no one can resist her temptation. But such love is a blasphemy to her pride."

"If there ever comes a day when I am lucky enough to see her find someone who truly loves her, then that will be the time for me to apologize. Even if you take my head off, it will be my gift to my sister."

The door creaked open, and Arthur paused. He turned his head and said, "I can see that the emotional dispute between you and me is not as complicated as that between me and her. Don't learn from me. I regretted it only when I had no way out."

The door was closed and Arthur's figure had left the room.

Minachell, who was reading a book, suddenly looked up. Countless magic particles floated around her body, and her body shrank visibly, eventually revealing the figure of Minako.

'No lies.'

She looked up thoughtfully, revealing her blue and gold eyes. She had intended to sneak into Menachere's room to see what books he usually read, so as to infer his preference, but she didn't expect to run into a big fish halfway. She looked at Arthur, who had fallen into an illusion since the first time they met and was still unaware of it, and curled her lips in disdain.

The owner of this room was currently doing something in his disciple's room.

"It turns out that all men are bad."

Thinking of this, she narrowed her eyes and couldn't help but recall the golden color that appeared on Arthur's body when he just said those words. She shook her head.

Arthur did guess one thing right, she couldn't forgive him so easily.

But she would never kill Arthur so easily, giving him a noble sense of mission to devote himself to.

Why have I been doing so much shit lately? It looks like I have no more work to do. I have to go back to my swimsuit tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 274 Vol. Brilliant! The Cowherd Round Table on the Beach (I)

2023-07-29

Scorching summer, just mentioning this word is enough to make people feel the heat that is unique to this season. The scorching sun, the beach, cold drinks, the sea, swimsuits, and the cowboys seem to have become the standard of this season.

"Is there something strange mixed into the summer standard?"

"Sir Menechel, you have not been in Chaldea for long, so it is understandable that you are not familiar with some of the customs of this era." Gawain, who was wearing a Hawaiian floral shirt, raised his sunglasses and showed his sincere eyes to Menechel, who was also wearing only a white shirt.

"Even if the times continue for tens of thousands of years, the profession of cowherd will definitely not have anything to do with Xia Tian." He looked at Gao Wen, who had an extremely sincere expression, with a scrutinizing gaze: "You are not thinking of secretly taking a part-time job and then starting to make money, right?"

The so-called cowherd is just another name for a male host, whose job is only to accompany drinking. What really makes Menachel wary is that the money for drinking needs to be paid by the guests themselves! If Gawain wants to trick him into buying a drink in this way, then he is underestimating his practice in the past few years!

"How could that be? I told you that this was a rare summer team building event for the Knights of the Round Table. I'm sorry that you had to bear that dark era alone, and you were the only one who failed to experience the glory of the Round Table. I won't abandon you this time."

"Humph, I don't know whether it's true or not."

As the two looked at each other in silence, a joyful and energetic voice broke the deadlock.

"Damn Gawain, why are you so slow!" The girl, wearing a tight one-piece swimsuit that showed off her skinny body to the fullest, ran over here holding a familiar blue-gold surfboard in one hand. Her medium-length golden hair was tied into a high ponytail, and her smooth forehead was covered with air bangs that combined youth and fashion. Perhaps because of the strong sun on the beach, Mordred's originally smooth and fair skin now had a wheat color, which further highlighted her vitality.

As Menachele was looking at Mordred, Mordred also noticed him. But the girl was not afraid at this time. Instead, she looked up and down at his clothes with surprise. It was not until Menachele finally felt uncomfortable and lowered his head to look at his unbuttoned shirt that Mordred finally looked away. She turned to

"That's great, Gawain. You really did it. I thought you were just talking when you said you could trick Menechelle into being a gigolo together." Mordred patted Gawain on the back, expressing his appreciation and praise generously. "Very good. Now you have reached the standard for opening a shop."

But he soon noticed something was wrong with Gawain. As she slapped him, his body became stiffer and stiffer. Finally, Mordred noticed that Gawain's numb eyes, which had lost their luster and hope, were looking at her at an incredible angle.

Mordred's movements gradually stiffened, and her hands slowly stopped: "You wouldn't..."

Gawain did not answer, but nodded numbly. Mordred subconsciously took a step back. She turned with her right foot stiffly and wanted to return along the same path she had come from, while she kept making excuses for herself:

"Ahahaha, um, oh right, I almost forgot to invite the Master, I'll go ahead..."

Before Mordred's left leg could catch up, she felt her collar tighten at the back, and her whole body was lifted up. With her feet off the ground, Mordred swayed in the air, and suddenly a hand grabbed her head, and then she was switched in the blink of an eye.

As expected, it was Menechel's face that appeared before her.

"I'm curious." Minesher raised his lips, his devilish and angry expression made people feel that he had returned to his prime. "What do you mean by gigolo and opening a shop?"

The surfboard fell on the beach, creating a layer of flying sand. Mordred looked for help at Gawain, but was shocked to find that someone was walking away from her without caring about the friendship between brothers. She was furious and immediately changed her camp to become a tainted witness. With the majestic spirit of God creating the world, she pointed at Gawain who was about to flee: "Master, I report it. This was all Gawain's idea!"

Menechel also noticed Gawain's actions. He hooked his foot up the surfboard that Mordred had dropped on the ground, and volleyed it into the air. The surfboard hit Gawain's back steadily, as he was unable to dodge.

Menechel grabbed Mordred's neck with one hand, and lifted Mordred up like a kitten, approaching Gawain who was struggling to get up: "I thought that you could already do the best by working part-time to earn some quantum, but I didn't expect you to want to lead a child astray."

"Tell me about this singularity and your male escort shop. Isn't it a team building?"

"The original plan was indeed for team building." Gawain sat on the beach: "You should be able to see that this micro singularity is in Britain, the land where we galloped in our lifetime."

Menechel responded without comment. Knowing that this was Britain, he would never let the Knights of the Round Table bring disgrace upon their reputation here.

"I heard that there is a cenotaph for King Arthur here. I originally planned to bring the king here and let her take us on a tour. This way, the trip will be worthwhile."

——This is consistent with Gawain’s character. No wonder he was able to convince Mordred.

So far, everything is normal except that the idea itself is a little abnormal.

“So how did it develop from round table team building to round table gigolo.”

"Ah, this..." Gawain's eyes wavered. At this time, Mordred beside him immediately raised his hand as if he had seen an opportunity to redeem himself: "I know this."

After seeing Menechel's gaze, Mordred puffed out his chest with pride: "Because Gawain miscalculated the area of ​​this singularity, our quantum is not enough to pay for the rental fee of this singularity."

"Then why don't you retreat?"

"You have fallen to this level. If I were still alive, I would never allow the two of you to enter the round table."

"It's not just the two of us, there's also the married woman Lan and the jerk Cui."

——That means almost all members of the Chaldean Knights of the Round Table branch are involved!

"How much is left in quantum?" Menechel seemed to understand why Camelot declined so quickly.

"Three hundred million."

Menechel paused as he reached for his purse. He let go of Mordred and nodded to the two people in front of him. His tone instantly became polite and distant: "Sorry for bothering you. Goodbye."

This is a swimsuit drama (true)

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 275 Vol. Brilliant! Round Table Cowherd on the Beach (Part )

2023-07-29

Cowherd.

They often disguise their ruthless nature with a passionate appearance, like killers lurking in the darkness. They aim at the moment when the customer's inner defenses are most vulnerable, use sweet words as a blade to penetrate the enemy's weak point, use themselves as bait to eat away and drain the money of the prey caught in the net bit by bit, and finally abandon the customers who have completely lost their usefulness. They are truly assassins among assassins.

However, most people think of gigolos as male prostitutes who rely on their looks to gain trust, but they don't know that gigolos are not just single-handed creatures. The performance of a gigolo is an opportunity created by the joint efforts of two or more gigolos.

"Welcome to our party!"

Standing at the door of the store, Menechel placed his hand on his chest, leaned forward slightly, and saluted the woman standing in front of him like an elegant knight in the Middle Ages.

But he suddenly realized what was going on. He angrily tore off the employee ID card hanging on his chest and recalled his original purpose.

——He was clearly here to stop these acts that go against the spirit of chivalry, so why was he having a party here?

His abnormal behavior immediately caused the female customer in front of him, who had been attracted, to leave grumbling, and a few sighs such as "What a pity" could be heard faintly.

He said to the woman from behind: "The cowherd is not a good guy. If you see him next time, remember to stay away from him."

At this moment, a girl with short orange hair and a bath towel passed by him. When their eyes met, the girl stopped and showed a look of surprise and surprise on her face: "Ah, Minachel?"

The familiar voice made Menechel look up, and he saw the girl who was looking at the building behind him curiously.

"Master, what are you doing here?!"

Menechel hurriedly moved sideways to block the plaque at the door. He remembered that his Master was an underage girl.

"I heard from Mordred that they opened a new store here and offered free cold drinks for the opening, so I came here."

"Ha-ha-, so it's Mordred?" His smile was stiff, with an obvious hint of flattery.

He was asked to look after the store while the rest of the gigolos went out to solicit customers - he originally thought that Modred would stay in the store as a bartender or something like that, but in the blink of an eye, the girl changed into a waiter's clothes and ran out.

"So this is how they solicit customers?" Menechel's eyes became increasingly dangerous, with the red light in his eyes almost coming out of his eye sockets. He turned his head and tried to give Fujimaru Ritsuka a kind smile: "Master, where did you meet Mordred?"