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

"We can only talk about business cooperation if the misunderstanding is resolved first." A sly smile appeared on Mu Ruien's immature face that was completely inconsistent with her appearance: "Then we can talk about business cooperation."

"As you know, although I don't have any minors to meddle with in Gloucester, I actually lack some outstanding people to help me complete some special tasks." Murien looked at Menechelle with suggestive eyes.

"You want Menechelle to stay here? No!" Artoria raised her head warily.

"I'm not interested in your male companion. I told you this is just cooperation." Murien teased Artoria with a smile, and immediately made the country girl warm.

Murien turned to Menechelle again: "How about it, are you interested? You can mention the reward as you like, as long as it does not endanger Gloucester's safety, you can also let me be your companion."

"Sorry, her will is my will."

Artoria is right, there is really no time to stir things up now.

Arturia opened her mouth slightly as if she was about to cry.

"That's it. It's unexpectedly pure."

"..."

Murien suddenly fell silent. The enthusiasm and liveliness she had shown before fell off like a broken mask at this moment. She waved her hand: "In that case, let's see the guests off."

……

The room where only Murien and Goyanskaya were left fell silent again.

"Really, I thought that spending so many resources would definitely take him down." Murien said: "Did the initial tentative behavior go too far? I remember you said that in the history of pan-humanity, knights will lose their reputation. Looks bigger than life.”

"No, princess." Goyanskaya picked her nails: "He doesn't care about those things anymore. I'm afraid the reason for his retreat..."

Goyanskaya recalled the look in Menechelle's eyes when she looked at Artoria. It was Goyanskaya's... It should be said that it was the look that Tamamo Mae (Daji) was very familiar with before the split.

"——It has something to do with the goblins around him."

"That low-level goblin who has never seen much of the world?"

The magic power is ordinary, the appearance is ordinary, and the size is also ordinary.

"That foreigner... I remember he was called a Servant. He was a heroic spirit from the past in the history of pan-humanity. Does he actually like that?"

"Don't put me and him in the same category." Goyanskaya said casually, but her eyes were slightly condensed.

Are you a follower of metahuman history in the Fairy Kingdom? Unlike her, she is not an apostle of an alien planet, but she can exert power that is not suppressed by "non-existent things in the Fairy Kingdom". Why?

……

"that……"

As soon as she walked out of Murien's mansion, Arturia couldn't help but speak. She pursed her lips and looked away.

"It's all my fault that the conversation ended in a suddenly cold atmosphere."

Menechelle raised his hand, and he skillfully hit Artoria's forehead without even raising his head. Artoria reached out to hold her forehead.

"Huh? Is the strength back to normal again?" Artoria was surprised. This time, the force used to flick her forehead was actually a familiar feeling.

"Don't think too much. Even if you don't say it, I will refuse." Menechelle carried the box given by Murien: "It's better to say that thanks to your fairy eyes, I don't have to think too much."

Artoria thought again of Menechelle's defense of her just now in the mansion. She actually knew that Murien looked down on her, but she didn't drive her away because of Menechel's face.

"That's right." Menechelle suddenly thought of something and said, "You asked me the question before I had time to tell you."

"This dress looks good on you."

"Eh?" Artoria didn't react at first. When she remembered what the problem was, her face flushed first, and then the blush spread to her entire face very quickly.

"I...uh, ah, um, this..." Artoria wanted to say something, but her mouth had its own ideas and wouldn't let Artoria speak. But the more she couldn't speak, the more her expression changed. It just gets redder.

"Senior Menechelle, Lady Artoria!"

Fortunately, Gareth's shout came at this moment, so Artoria no longer had to be so embarrassed.

"Really, I was frightened to hear that you were taken away by Lord Murien."

Listening to Gareth's chatter, Arturia breathed a sigh of relief.

-Well done, Gareth.

——Your previous incident of abandoning the lord (me) and running away alone has been wiped out!

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"Really, he is a guy who can't even remember the names of other fairies, but he can remember the question I casually asked for so long. He must be doing it on purpose!"

"Obviously my name is so long, but it seems that he has never missed calling me Menechelle."

"Guh."

Ask me why some chapters are 2000 words and some are 4000 words, because some plots are not suitable for splitting and are more suitable for reading together in one go.

437. Chapter 416 Fairyland, the Queen and the Ultimate Weapon

437.

The melodious sound of the bell echoed in the empty hall.

It is a magnificent palace that makes people feel awe just by looking at it. A tall white jade throne inlaid with green pearls stands at the top of the hall, and on both sides of it are infinitely extending rose-blue stripes that seal the entire hall.

The crystal-colored smooth floor was not covered with any decorative carpets, and it vaguely reflected the palace above. It was clearly daytime, but not a trace of dim sunlight entered, and the hall was filled with a fantasy blue tone. The most eye-catching thing is that in the center of the huge palace, almost in front of the white jade throne, the smooth crystal-colored floor tiles were smoothly wiped away and replaced by exaggeratedly large holes.

The deep black seems to have a strange magical power that induces you to fall. If you look at it for a long time, you will feel dizzy.

The goblins gathered on the big mat looked at the hole in awe, but they consciously used the hole as a dividing line to separate them into two rows.

The melodious sound of the bell rang again, and two horse-headed knights wearing bronze armor turned out from behind the Amyrlin. They held long-handled axes, and the ax handles struck the ground, making a sound again.

"Kneel down and pay tribute."

"Worship and obey."

"Thirty ambassadors and hundreds of officials bow their heads."

The two rows of goblins under the Amyrlin Seat bowed their heads following the scribe's words.

"The king who expanded the territory, the king who established the fairy kingdom."

"This is the royal court of Her Majesty Queen Morgan, and these are the holy words of Her Majesty Queen Morgan."

The hall fell silent.

Da da da.

Calm and elegant footsteps sounded slowly but powerfully in the hall, but seemed to ring in the hearts of every goblin who bowed his head.

The black veil hung down, covering her face, but one could tell from her appearance alone that she was an extremely elegant lady. At this time, she was sitting on the throne, holding a dark scepter inlaid with faint blue crystals in her right hand. Her left hand was naturally placed on the armrest of the throne. Her vaguely exposed ice-blue eyes scanned the kneeling people below. Goblins.

"I will not forgive you, I will not save you. Don't forget, Britain is so small that every pebble belongs to me."

"We are all loyal servants of Her Majesty the Queen, devoting all our time to you and serving you as eternal loyal servants."

"-Hmph, all boring clowns, please retreat to the wall."

"Hahaha, what a ridiculous gesture that suits your humble status." It was a female voice that seemed extremely harsh and incompatible with the surrendering postures of the surrounding goblins.

"..."

But Morgan didn't get angry. In other words, she chose to tolerate it.

Because the person who spoke was a beautiful fairy in a dark red princess dress. In fact, in terms of appearance, she did deserve the title of [Princess]. She has long flowing light red hair and a sickly pale face. Her childish face contains both innocence and charm at the same time. It is a delicate to bright apple. This is the Fairy Knight named Tristan, but unlike the other two Fairy Knights, Fairy Tristan was Morgan's adopted daughter before she became a real person.

"Mother, can I cut off their ankles? It would be fun to let them jump to death."

But just like what she said at this time, this was undoubtedly a poisonous apple.

Morgan did not answer, but to the princess, this was undoubtedly tacit approval.

The goblins under the Amyrlin Seat were as silent as chills. No one dared to speak at this time, because the princess did dare to do something that the emperor would do.

Fairy Tristan moved her fingers excitedly, but before she could pick a target, someone stopped her: "Miss Spinel, you can harvest your ankles at any time. Now you might as well listen to what these fairies are up to." You actually want to alarm the Imperial Council."

Hearing the sound, the goblin Tristan, instead of being angry, showed a very happy attitude: "Beryl, it turns out that you are also watching the boring scenes of these bastards!"

This is not good, madam. That's too harsh to say. This is something that even His Majesty Morgan was personally present at. "The thin man with black hair and eyes," Beryl said. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the queen who was still sitting in front of the throne.

"Six ministers are allowed to speak."

Finally Morgan spoke.

However, the six fairies of different shapes standing at the front of all the fairies were whispering to each other, but for a moment no one dared to speak.

But in the end, the wolf-headed goblin closest to Tristan was elected.

"Her Majesty the Queen, Boggart, the lord of Sheffield, has been making some changes in recent days. There are rumors that he is in contact with Noknare, the leader of the King's Clan in the north who is trying to make moves."

"I know." Morgan still looked forward, not worried about it.

But the more she behaved like this, the more violently the body of the wolf-headed goblin below trembled. Because the previous news was just an appetizer, what really made them uneasy was what came next:

"Also, the number of Mors has been increasing in the south recently. Thanks to your great power, we have detected that a new disaster is coming. The disaster is gathering over Norwich."

This time Morgan did not answer immediately. She was unusually quiet. Seeing this, the fairy Tristan glanced at the minister who was speaking.

Minister of Justice.

——If you dare to trouble Mother, I will kill you next time.

But Morgan's silence caused the goblins below to start talking in low voices. Although it was low, the whispers of hundreds of goblins mixed together were quite harsh.

——"Wasn't Lord Gawain sent to Salisbury to eliminate Morse? Just send her to deal with the gathering of disasters over Norwich."

——"Lord Gawain should be stationed at the human pasture in the south now."

——"With the gathering of disasters in Norwich, the people we should worry about are the earth fairies of Norwich who are about to die. They have nothing to do with us."

Listening to the noisy discussion below, on the Amyrlin Seat, all the ugliness of the goblins was captured in his eyes, and the coldness in Morgan's ice-blue eyes became even stronger.

"I see."

Her tone was still unhurried and arrogant, but as her voice fell, all discussions stopped spontaneously, and the fairies unanimously set their sights on Morgan.

"I will use the "ultimate weapon" to destroy the disaster in Norwich."

——The ultimate weapon.

These four words seemed to have magic power, and the fairies below obviously relaxed.

Fairy Tristan blinked and didn't quite understand why. Although she was a Fairy Knight, her qualifications were too junior compared to the other two. Her arrogant nature kept her ignorant of many things.

"Beryl." She asked the man next to her: "What is the 'ultimate weapon' that Mother said."

"It's a legend from the savior Ash. It is said that Ash completed the tour and obtained the "ultimate weapon" from the planet that can save Britain and eliminate all disasters." Beryl explained warmly: "However, after the savior Ash disappeared Since then, the ‘Final Weapon’ has been under the custody of His Majesty Morgan, but I only know about it, but I have never seen it.”

"It's okay. You can use it when you, Beryl, get married to Mother." Goblin Tristan chuckled happily: "Hurry up and marry Mother, and then you can marry me."

"Ah, we can't rush this matter."

While they were talking, Morgan had already made arrangements. She asked the Minister of Justice to return to the queue, and at the same time ordered another clerk: "Inform the clan leaders and Gawain that the goblin meeting will be advanced to next week. .”

"Your wishes are respected."

Below the Amyrlin Seat, the fairies knelt down and bowed their heads again.

But looking at this scene, Morgan's eyes did not show the slightest pleasure of controlling everything. He raised his eyelids, and his eyes that had never been disturbed quietly stared at the goblins below who quickly exited the hall like an ebbing tide. She saw the petite aqua-blue goblin who was confused among the ministers and tried to leave together. Morgan stopped him: "Lancelot, the goblin knight, you stay."

The petite lilac-haired fairy stopped. Although she didn't speak, her extreme reluctance could be clearly felt.

"Bavanshi, you should also exit."

She said towards Beryl and Fairy Tris, also known as Bawanshitan.

Although Bavanshi was reluctant to leave, the red princess laughed again after Beryl whispered something in her ear.

"Then, Mother, I will go back and continue killing."

She happily bid farewell to Morgan on the Amyrlin, and Morgan only responded calmly as if he had not heard Bavanshi's last terrifying words.

After a long time, the hall finally became quiet, leaving only the elf knight Lancelot standing behind Morgan's throne without saying a word.

Her eyes were covered by an oval visor, but her stubbornness could also be seen from her tightly closed lips. If Morgan doesn't speak, she will remain silent for the rest of her life.

“Not just the meeting, [that] must also be in advance, before the meeting.”

After hearing Morgan's instructions, the goblin Lancelot's lips finally loosened. She was still expressionless, but it could be clearly felt that she breathed a sigh of relief - as if, although she learned that she was left to work overtime, she soon felt relieved. As if you can leave soon.

"I understand, I will bring them here."

"Wait a minute. He is currently in Norwich. It is too obvious to go now. It will take some time."