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

"Yes!" Being stared at by those blood-red eyes, Fujimaru Ritsuka couldn't help but get nervous. She looked back and forth and hurriedly identified the direction and pointed to one side: "Yes... that way."

"Excuse me."

Menchel turned and left, but before Fujimaru Ritsuka could recover, he saw Menchel, who had already left, suddenly turned back.

"Time is running out, Master. Please come with me."

"Hey?"

But Minachell didn't give Fujimaru Ritsuka a chance to refuse. He simply grabbed Fujimaru Ritsuka's hand and pulled her away.

No matter how small the power of a Servant is, it is not something a mere human can match, so he has no choice but to act as a guide.

Fortunately, even from a distance, Menechel could feel Gawain's magic that was as hot as the scorching sun. However, at this moment, Gawain was showing a shy smile that could charm thousands of girls. He was touching the back of his head with one hand and taking something from the girl in a beach dress in front of him with the other hand.

It was a knight's sword, Gawain's sword, Calentine.

Gawain took the sword and thanked him, saying, "I'm so sorry that I left such an important thing on the beach. If you hadn't given it to me in time..."

"How could any normal person bring something like that to the beach?"

Minachel didn't say anything, but Ritsuka Fujimaru beside him couldn't help but start complaining.

But before Menechel could express his agreement, a male voice interrupted from the side.

"Menechelle, Master, you are here too. Didn't Mashu come with you?"

Menachele looked over and saw Lancelot approaching in a purple Hawaiian shirt and black-rimmed glasses. After receiving the reply that "Mashu is not here", Lancelot lowered his head and smiled inscrutablely, explaining, "Master, don't be fooled by Lord Gawain's false appearance. Lord Menachele must have seen that the customer had fallen into his carefully designed trap."

'No, I don't see that.'

Even though he could only see the back of the girl in the beach skirt, Menechel could clearly sense the extreme unwillingness emanating from her. He probably did not leave for a while because he was frightened by Gawain's actions.

"That's right, Lord Gao Wen is not fighting alone." Lancelot straightened his shirt and strode away from the crowd.

"Could it be that Gawain is actually creating an opportunity for Lancelot to be a hero and save the beauty?"

Looking at Lancelot's departing back, Fujimaru Ritsuka seemed a little dazed, and Menechel also narrowed his eyes.

"Hey, what's going on with you two!" Lancelot said as he drew his sword.

The undamaged lake reflected a cold light under the sunlight. Lancelot said seriously, "If you want to cause trouble, this is not the place for you to come."

"No, I'm not making trouble. I just want to invite the lady who just helped me to come to my shop and have a seat." Gawain waved his hands hurriedly, and the knight's sword in his hand left an afterimage.

But Lancelot turned a blind eye to the action that looked like a disturbance. He put the sword back into the scabbard and said, "What? It turns out that the lady just wanted to visit the gigolo shop."

"No, it's not..."

The girl in the beach skirt finally came to her senses and spoke.

"Are you here to cause trouble?" Lancelot narrowed his eyes.

"You big fool! Two idiots!" The girl in the beach skirt suddenly jumped up and took out a blue and gold surfboard from somewhere and smashed it on Lancelot and Gawain's heads from the left and right.

She angrily ripped off her disguise, revealing her golden high ponytail and tanned skin. "If you keep soliciting customers like this, our store will have to close in less than a day! Where is the chivalry you always talk about?"

"Sorry, I thought the girl in front of me was a servant so I wanted to test her..."

"Sorry, I couldn't help it..."

Gawain and Lancelot stood dejectedly aside, while Mordred, leaning on his surfboard with his hands on his hips, scolded the two.

"So it turns out that it was our own people who were performing for so long!"

Ritsuka Fujimaru was too tired to complain.

"Let's go, Master. Don't pay any attention to them." Menechel's eyes were dark, as if he was a young man who just learned for the first time that there were evil people in this world. He was about to pull Fujimaru Ritsuka into the crowd, but at this moment his other arm was bumped.

"Sorry, um... May I ask if you are colleagues with them, like Round Table Gigolos... or something like that?"

The person who spoke was a girl wearing a sun hat. She lowered her head and her voice became a little distorted due to shyness: "I see that you and they are wearing clothes..."

"Sorry, I don't know them. I'm French." Minachell said as he was about to leave.

"Hey? Wait a minute." The girl was startled. She hurriedly grabbed Minachel's arm and raised her sun hat to reveal a pair of ice-blue eyes: "Wait, Brother!"

Menechel's steps seemed to stop in time. He looked at the girl in the sun hat in surprise, his pupils trembling: "Avriel?"

"That's right, I wanted to name you...or something." Avril tilted her head slightly: "My store manager is short of people, and I heard that there are men selling their bodies here, so...I didn't expect it to be you."

Menechel opened his mouth but could not utter a word.

Avril sighed inwardly, recalling the expression on her own Leziren store manager (Minanako)'s face when she encouraged her to come over. She hardened her heart and looked even more embarrassed. "Although it's not my wish, all the employees in our store are women. If we don't hire a man, it will easily cause some unnecessary trouble. As for your colleague..."

Avril glanced at the three people on the side, and the expression on her face became hesitant, as if she was considering whether to say something rude.

"Unnecessary trouble?" Minachell glanced up and down at Avril's sun visor, his eyes gradually becoming firm: "Well, okay, I understand."

Fujimaru Ritsuka took everything in: "..."

She didn't know if it was her illusion, but she felt like Avril seemed to have smiled just now.

Fujimaru Ritsuka immediately turned to the other side. The two Knights of the Round Table were still dejectedly accepting Mordred's scolding.

——If you don’t finish it quickly, the only person doing business here will be abducted to another store and have a fight!

The original title of the previous chapter: For disobedient servants, the master should use the command spell to make them dance in front of their own graves

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 276 Vol. Brilliant! The Cowherd Round Table on the Beach (Part )

2023-07-29

The glorious knight village.

Warm colored lights divide the indoor and outdoor areas into two different worlds, and right below the gorgeous crystal lamp ball, three leather sofas surround a small square table in the center.

Ritsuka Fujimaru looked around at the people sitting on the sofa: Lancelot, Mordred, Tristan, Arthur, and Menechel, all of whom were powerful knights with great reputations and whose martial arts were once unrivaled in the world. At this moment, they were all wearing Hawaiian shirts that exuded maturity and temptation, and gathered around the square table.

"Is there a strange person here?"

Menechel spoke first. As the first gigolo named, he naturally took over the position of the mainstay of the store. So Mordred and Lancelot, who were sitting on the same sofa with him, turned their scrutinizing eyes to Arthur, who had naturally mixed in with them.

"Hey, bastard Cui, you picked up the person, could he be a spy from another store?" Mordred had long been unhappy with this fake father, and took this opportunity to express it.

The red-haired man in a white sleeveless T-shirt stroked the strings of the zither. His eyes were closed, but that did not stop him from expressing his sadness. "I originally wanted to go out to look for the injured girl, but I met the wandering lonely king. If the store is short of people, he can help out."

"Let me tell you the story." Arthur looked around, lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, "I heard that a singularity appeared in Britain, so I came here. Later, when I was replenishing my energy in a milk tea shop, I witnessed the great terror hidden here."

Arthur raised his head abruptly, his eyes widened to the extreme but still not enough to contain his fear: "I saw my dear Menechel from that world..."

boom--!

After slamming Arthur's head hard on the table, Menechel moved his still numb wrist and turned to Tristan as if nothing had happened: "Mordred is right this time. Don't bring some weird people back to the store in the future. We are not running a stray dog ​​rescue center."

"Um... Lord Menechel, isn't it a bit... After all, he is our monarch in a sense." Lancelot twitched the corners of his mouth, looking at Arthur who could never raise his head again with some pity, thinking that this was not safe.

"I don't have such a king, and he is not my king."

Menechel stood up but did not sit down again. He straightened his collar and prepared to go out to accept his sister's invitation. Just as he was about to say goodbye to his colleagues, the sound of hurried footsteps interrupted the words he was about to say.

Following the footsteps came Gawain, who was supposed to be soliciting customers outside the store, but the Sun Knight looked extremely panicked at this moment, as if he was being hunted. He didn't even wait for others to ask before he spoke first: "The store door can no longer be defended. The situation is urgent. Let's evacuate this singularity first."

But he was obviously a step too slow. The door of the shop creaked dully, followed by a cold voice: "Is this the place? The so-called gigolo parlor of the Knights of the Round Table."

This familiar voice made all the people at the round table change color. Lancelot lowered his voice and said to Tristan beside him: "Why did the king come so soon? Didn't he ask Sir Bedivere to hold her back in Chaldea?"

"anyone there?"

Although she was asking, her steps were clearly purposeful as she kept approaching. A woman with platinum-blonde hair tied up behind her head and a black windbreaker over her swimsuit had already appeared in everyone's sight. There was no obvious emotion on her fair face, and she was holding an ice cream in her mouth.

Her almond-shaped eyes looked around like a lion examining its territory. Everyone caught by her gaze subconsciously straightened their chest and tightened their stomach. Fortunately, this chilling gaze finally only stayed on Menechel.

"Oh, a gigolo parlor?"

The sneer, which was obviously extremely mocking, once again brought the temperature in the room down to freezing point. Gawain was about to lower his head and be the quietest among the silent birds, but who knew that Lancelot and Mordred behind him suddenly pushed him out as if they had telepathy, and Altria's eyes were immediately fixed on him.

"Not only is he a king, but he is also a black king. Looks like he has to be expelled from the family."

Gao Wen felt sad and his body went cold: "King..."

"King? What king?" Alter raised her eyebrows. She pointed at Arthur, the only Knight who was sleeping soundly against the table. "If it's the Knights of the Round Table, isn't King Arthur over there?"

"Uh...huh?"

Gawain was unable to tell whether Altria's words were a sarcasm or the truth, and could only stand there awkwardly.

Altria Alter didn't have that concern. She quickly bit off her ice cream and ate it. She pushed aside Gawain who was blocking her way and walked to the long sofa in the middle. Altria Alter sat down without any hesitation: "Why, doesn't the advertisement here say that there is unlimited snacks?"

——She actually came to visit!

Such a ridiculous and absurd idea appeared in the minds of everyone present at the same time, and Gawain was the most excited among them.

"King... No, guest! Just tell me if you need anything." Gawain readily followed suit. When he heard that he didn't need to be cleared out, he took out a list of goods from somewhere as if taking something out of thin air and handed it to Alter.

"Why is it all wine?" Alter frowned and looked up and down.

"Well, it's just a gigolo club after all. Bring us the most expensive wine." Alter put down the list and sat on the sofa like an uncle.

There was no need for Gawain to give any orders or dispatch, as Menechel had already taken action.

"Take this opportunity..."

"Mordred, go get some wine..." Altria's golden eyes narrowed slightly, and she raised her chin towards Menachere: "You are the most beautiful woman in this restaurant, right? You stay."

Menechel turned around, and he said, "Huh?"

"Didn't you hear me? I told you to stay and drink with me. Isn't this a gigolo club? Do you need customers to teach you even the basic working principles of a gigolo?" Altria patted the sofa next to her and said in a commanding tone, "Come here."

"Um, King?" Gawain came over and wanted to tell Altria that the courtesan she had chosen had been named.

"What are you still doing here?"

Altria's voice was stern, so Gawain retreated again.

"Wait." Alter called Gawain again, and she signaled to Arthur who was still unable to wake up beside her with her eyes: "Take him with you."

Gawain came back, carried Arthur on his shoulders and led him away, and finally gave Menechel an encouraging look.

Then only Menechel and Altria Alter were left in the room.

"You're just standing there like an idiot, expecting the guests to pour their own drinks?"

Menechel walked over awkwardly and sat down gently next to Altria Alter.

"Pour the wine."

He raised his hand stiffly like a puppet and filled a jug of wine for Altria Alter. He looked at Altria Alter, and Altria Alter looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Alter tilted her head.

"Well, Altria, actually the cowherd..."

Altria suddenly came closer, she put her hand against Menechel's mouth and took a sip from the small cup that Menechel was holding. Everything happened so suddenly that Menechel couldn't react for a while. It was not until Altria pulled her body back that he felt the slight feeling of his arm intertwined with her hair.

It feels a bit itchy, like a cat scratching your hand, but it's very comfortable.

"It's too bland." Alter commented. She arched her eyebrows, and her originally cold face had a soft arc: "Feed me the rest of the wine."

"Um... hello..."

"This is the basic skill of a gigolo, right? Making customers drink willingly. How do you feed them?"

Menechel poured the wine in the cup into his mouth but did not drink it. Altria Alter curled the corners of her mouth and raised her face.

It took several minutes to drink a small glass of wine.

When they separated, Menachel felt a little dizzy, but his eyes were brighter than before. He was about to pour the second glass of wine when Altria came over again, her hair sliding across the side of Menachel's face.

The red lips that had just been moistened by the wine opened, and the breath with the aroma of wine hit Minachell's ear: "I have been training recently, and I didn't expect that I overlooked you and let you come here to become a gigolo."

All I heard her say was, "It's okay to be a gigolo, but from now on until the end of the world, all your dates are reserved by me. Do you understand, my exclusive gigolo?"

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 277 Vol. Brilliant! The Cowherd Round Table on the Beach (IV)

2023-07-29

The glorious knight village.

In order to ensure the privacy of the guests, each private room is a relatively independent space, and the one that Altria Alter just booked is the top-notch [Dragon House].