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

"Then I'm really rude."

"No need to blame yourself, Percival."

Artoria's voice came from afar. Artoria stepped on the dragon's back with the Staff of Choice and said, "I'm not angry with you. I'm just worried about the next meeting." Got nervous."

This was obviously a lie, but neither Percival nor Gareth exposed it.

"Nervous? How could that be?" Gareth was full of confidence. She had more confidence in Artoria than Artoria in herself. She banged the iron armor on her chest: "Lady Artoria just said to Borg I watched all of Lord Special’s conversation, and no matter how you look at it, he is incomparably handsome. So there will be absolutely no problem this time.”

"Is that so?" Arturia's eyes evaded, showing a rare shyness caused by embarrassment: "But Noknare's arrogant woman is different from Boggart."

"Is it possible, Lady Artoria, do you know her?"

"So be it." Artoria just answered vaguely when faced with Percival's question. She didn't want to brag about her great achievements in the princess competition.

"We're here...right?"

There was an uncertain voice of inquiry from the dragon. She did not rush to land but hovered in the sky. Arturia immediately looked down, and her enhanced vision easily penetrated the clouds and landed on the brown chocolate wheat field below.

That is a rather representative symbol, and it is also the largest sweets production base in the entire Fairy Country, Edinburgh.

And above the endless fields, there were several tiny black spots standing, and one of them was a very distinctive pink light spot.

"We're here." Artoria's free hand grasped the brim of the hat and locked the hair accessory. She pressed her body's center of gravity downwards and increased her volume to cover up the whistling wind in her ears: "Land!"

……

Scorching sun.

On the main road near the chocolate wheat field, dozens of fairies with bare chests but wearing iron masks that covered their faces tightly surrounded the fairy in the middle and spontaneously held umbrellas for her.

She was an elf with pink waist-length hair. Excess magic power overflowed from her body and formed a pink heart shape. She was just standing there, and the stern aura of a queen was already overwhelming.

The Lord of Edinburgh and the Queen of the North, Knocknare, was currently waiting for the messenger coming north from Sheffield, accompanied by her retinue.

"It's so rude of you that the Boggart made Lady Noknare wait for so long."

While listening to the complaints of her subordinates, Noknare quietly observed the situation in the wheat field. The growth of chocolate is quite good, and we expect to be able to make many desserts this year.

Suddenly, the low pressure spread like before a heavy rain.

Noknale immediately raised her head and looked at the top of her head. The subordinates behind her also raised their heads after realizing it.

Under the gaze of Nokenalei, the sun in the sky was covered by a shadow. The shadow became wider and wider, and the wind pressure became more intense.

"dragon!"

"It's a dragon!"

"Is it sent by the Queen?"

Waves of exclamations came out, but Nokenale did not stop it. At this time, she also frowned. Since the birth of the Fairy Kingdom, there has never been a dragon legend in Britain, but the pure black dragon scales, which are so real and unreal, give people an unparalleled shock.

As if spring thunder exploded in the ears, the giant dragon fell to the ground and splashed large amounts of dust and smoke. In the wall of exploding smoke, a hole was suddenly torn out from the middle, just like a wide city gate was opened in the steel city wall, and two golden sun-like colors exploded from it.

The dragon's breath completely blew away the smoke and dust.

"Protect Nokenalei!" In the blazing wind, the servants stepped forward to protect Nokenalei as if they were awakening from a dream.

Noknale raised her hand to protect all the followers behind her. She looked at the dragon's huge body without showing any fear. She said arrogantly:

"I am Noknare, the leader of the King's Clan. I don't care who you are, this is the end of your foolishness!"

This is Edinburgh, and she is confident that even if the visitor is really Lancelot, the Dragon Fairy, she can still make him stay.

"We were introduced by Lord Boggart to negotiate an alliance with Noknare." The speaker's voice was mixed, as if he was deliberately being yin and yang.

"Boggart?" An unexpected name.

——When did the Boggart get a dragon?

Noknare blinked. Although she was surprised, she still maintained her queenly demeanor: "Ha, what you call negotiation means wreaking havoc in my farmland? Then make sure that the next generation and the next generation will work for me until the end." Prepare to die!"

But that magnanimity soon disappeared without a trace when a golden-haired head poked out from behind the dragon.

The words she was about to say were stuck in her throat. Noknare quickly blinked her eyes to confirm that she had read correctly. Then the queen suddenly burst into anger and angrily yelled at the goblin who jumped off the dragon:

"Wait a minute! Are you Artoria? Why does your stupid, harmless face appear here!"

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457. Chapter 435: The Prototype of the Alliance

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"...I have a general understanding of the situation. In short, as the child of the prophecy, you -" Nokenale suddenly raised her hand and pointed at Arturia, and then pointed at Percival: "United the Round Table Army And the Boggart wants to ally with us, right?"

After forcibly taking Arturia and her group back to her tent, the beautiful pink-haired woman looked arrogantly at the people sitting directly below her. Noknare glanced at the child of prophecy who suddenly became dignified.

"Okay, you all go and do your own thing. Although these guys are suspicious, they are not enemies. Let me have a good chat with the legendary Son of Prophecy."

Although they were confused, the soldiers still looked at each other and dispersed, and soon only Nokenale and Arturia were left in the camp.

"But son of prophecy, there's something I don't understand."

"Please say."

She walked up to Artoria, and then, her queenly temperament suddenly disappeared, and she grabbed Artoria's face: "Why are you, a fairy like you, really the child of prophecy!"

Arturia let out an inarticulate scream when her face was suddenly grabbed. She raised her hand to hold down the fairy Menechelle to prevent accidental injury, but from the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the stupid dragon still staring into the bowl. The chocolate didn't look over at all, Arturia was furious, and her outstretched hand changed its direction and pinched Nokenale's chest.

"You are an arrogant girl, aren't you—"

The soft touch in her hand made Artoria's remaining words stuck in her throat. Visible to the naked eye, there was a layer of gray low pressure surrounding Artoria.

"Why did you suddenly and inexplicably lose your ability to fight?"

Covering her chest, Nokenale blinked and looked at Artoria.

"Leave me alone!"

"I always feel like...Miss Artoria is much more lively than usual."

Gareth glanced at Percival who was speaking in a low voice, shook his head and explained: "This is how Lady Artoria looked at the beginning, but Lady Artoria is also very reliable when she is serious."

"That's it." Percival nodded in understanding. Arturia and Noknare were probably quite good friends.

On the other side, the originally polite conversation was replaced by the warmth of familiarity as Noknare pinched her face. Nokenale walked back to her seat and sat down again.

"So Noknare, what's your opinion?"

Arturia's tone was quite proud. Originally, she was still wondering if Nokenale, who had become the Queen of the North, still remembered her and was so nervous that her tongue would fall out of her mouth. But now there is no doubt and the answer is no longer clear. And it’s a metaphor.

"I can't promise you that for the time being."

"Eh?"

Arturia's eyes widened when she heard Nokenale's reply.

"Although you and I are old friends, now I am not just Nokenale, I am the queen of the northern fairies. I have to think about these fairies who trust me." Nokenale stared at Artoria: "And I Guess, there are conditions for Boggart’s alliance with you, right?”

"Yes... I will solve the gathering of disasters over Norwich."

"Norwich...I see." Nokenale showed a clear look: "If you are really able to solve the disaster on behalf of Queen Morgan, that can indeed be used as an advantage. If you can really solve the disaster, then I will not be stingy either. I will lend you the power of the Northern Fairies - but I can't watch you die, Artoria, are you really sure?"

Arturia fell silent and did not answer immediately. Nokenale didn't push her, because she didn't need Artoria to answer, and she knew the answer.

impossible.

Regardless of the amount of magic power, physical strength, or even weaponry, Artoria is only the lowest among lower-level fairies. If Nokenale and Artoria were not familiar with each other, Nokenale would definitely think that Artoriya's so-called "son of prophecy" was just a pretense.

"Actually, there is another way. You should know that Boggart has reached cooperation with me. So, Artoria, you can come under my command. Although you are not strong, you are not completely without merit. .”

She sighed and looked at the black-haired girl who was staring at Artoria's plate after finishing the chocolate on her plate. Nokenale witnessed the whole process of her transformation from dragon to fairy.

Sensing Noknale's gaze, Fairy Menechelle raised her head, but there was no emotional feedback in her eyes.

"Are you interested in staying?" Noknare invited several people.

Artoria clenched her fists and stared at her own fists. At this moment, she was indeed shaken.

The blood that surged because of Menechel's heroic death and the alliance that had been successfully forged in the past few days made Arturia forget one thing. Some things cannot be achieved by hard work. She is too weak to solve the disaster at all.

Her throat seemed to be grasped by invisible hands, and even when she saw Noknare prying the corner of the wall in front of her, she could not make a sound.

"I promised to protect Artoria."

"promise?"

"It's a request."

The trembling fists were steady, and Artoria's pupils were focused again. She remembered what she was working towards.

If it was life, she had died once before in Camelot. Now, every day that passes is a rare miracle.

If it was her duty, she would have given up on saving the goblin long ago. She could hide back in the Cornish village, she could go to the Forest of Nowhere to wash away her memory, and completely ignore the so-called queen and disaster.

But in that case, wouldn't it mean that her twenty-eight-day journey was all in vain? Menechelle had put in time, energy, emotion, life, and even uneasy efforts after her death. Is taking her on this journey just to bring her back to the starting point?

No, absolutely not!

Altria's fist shook again from the force she exerted.

What she wanted to do was to prove that she was a fairy worthy of Menachele's trust and this encounter.

"If you follow me, you can eat all you can of chocolate."

"Well……"

"Hey! Why are you so hesitant when it comes to chocolate? Where's the temperament just now!" Artoria gritted her teeth and waved her fists. After scolding the stupid dragon, she glared fiercely at him, which almost broke her heart. Noknare: "Don't be too blatant, you arrogant girl!"

"It's because you treat your subordinates so poorly." Noknare sneered, "It's not like you didn't even mention the treatment."

"Stop talking nonsense. They are not my subordinates, they are my companions who support me because they believe in me. Since I am the child of prophecy, I will naturally solve the disaster in Norwich, and I will not escape anywhere!" Al Tolia stared at Nokenale without giving up.

Nokenale was stunned. Just when Arturia thought that the other party had lost face because of her offense, she suddenly let out a chuckle.

"Artoria, I saw you right, you are worthy of being my only opponent." Nokenale covered her mouth, recalling the gleaming look when Artoria looked at her just now, that kind of Even compared to her, Guangliang can be said to be on par with others.

After a while, she regained her dignity as a queen.

"In this case, the northern fairies will not cooperate with the dead." Noknale said: "If the disaster can be solved, then I will agree to your application for a covenant."

……

Gloucester.

Crown Auction House.

Although it bears the name of a crown, it has nothing to do with the Queen. This is where Murien invests.

Oberon revealed the information he had obtained with his usual smile: "This is all the inside information provided by Murien."

"What will be auctioned tonight is a goblin that uses iron tools."

After experiencing the torture of the fairy Gawain in the human ranch, Fujimaru Ritsuka became much more cautious.

"Is it Matthew?"

"I wanted to inquire further, but Murien didn't tell me the specific characteristics. However, she said that this was the goblin who assassinated the queen a few days ago."

Assassination of the Queen.

This is the topic Fujimaru Ritsuka hears discussed most among fairies in recent days, except for the children of prophecy. But the reason why the discussion is so widespread is because it is said that the person who planned this assassination is the Son of Prophecy!

——So you fairies can only discuss the Children of Prophecy!

"Could it be..." Fujimaru Ritsuka hesitated: "Could it be that the person being auctioned is actually the child of prophecy?"

She said, looking at the experts in this field.

Not only her, but others including Oberon also set their sights on the so-called humans who escaped from Camelot.

But Ezequiel, who was being watched, had no stage fright.

He glanced at Oberon and felt that he had brought up the assassination of the Queen on purpose.

The wrinkles on his face deepened with his smile.

"I only saw it once from a distance on the way to escape." Ezequiel said, suddenly looking at Oberon, and he changed the topic: "But I think it is more likely to be the companion next to the Son of Prophecy. That almost I’m impressed by a sword that’s almost taller than me.”

As he listened, Oberon's face darkened.

"I remember……"

"Did the Son of Prophecy call him Menechiel?"