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

Avril's puzzled expression disappeared instantly, and her expressionless face turned blankly towards Minachell.

"I have received an order from the king. When the border defense support arrives tomorrow, I will serve as the vanguard of the expedition team and clear the way for the follow-up troops."

"I also need to go."

Avril answered quickly, she raised her face and stared at Menechel with her blue eyes. Although her brother was not as reckless as he appeared, it would be very bad if he fell into the enemy's trap because of his arrogance.

Moreover, my elder brother can no longer steal the show by himself as he did before.

"The battlefield is very dangerous."

"Brother, I will always be by your side."

Menachel scratched his face. He had only given Avril symbolic advice. To be honest, Menachel was not very reassured leaving her alone in Wangling.

"So, let's go." Menechel stood up and made way for me. "You don't want to go to the battlefield with me in this outfit, do you?"

Although as long as Avril stayed by his side, it would be the safest position on the battlefield, but even Menechel himself could not guarantee that he could survive the battlefield every time, let alone Avril.

"You don't think this kind of uniformed weapon can stop stray arrows."

As he spoke, Menechel pulled out the knight's sword that Avril was holding, and with a slight force on his hand, the scabbard and the blade were squeezed out of shape.

"So, if you want to go to the battlefield, you must at least use better weapons." Menichel let go and threw away the scrapped sword.

Although Avril's martial arts skills would be useless even if she held a weapon of the same quality as the Dragon Sword, it at least gave her a better chance of survival.

For this purpose, Menechel specifically asked Teacher Merlin to take his head armor to Utopia to be refined into a round shield.

Later, you can go to Teacher Merlin to pick up the goods.

And now Minachel coaxed Avril out, just using this as an excuse to relax.

He could clearly feel that his strength was gradually declining.

……

After spending the entire afternoon with Avril, Minachel had to take over Agriven's work in the evening.

But before he sat down for long, the door opened.

"Don't be nervous, it's me."

Merlin quickly stopped Menechel from reaching for the hilt of the sword. He slowly walked into the room and placed the shield in his hand on the table.

But at this moment, Menechel's eyes were not on the shield at all. He was looking at the girl who came in with Merlin.

"Teacher Merlin, please go out first."

Altria immediately kicked out the person who should be out the most. Merlin smiled inexplicably and left the room, closing the door behind him.

"Long time no see, Menechel." Artoria said, her eyes falling on Menechel's right hand that was resting on the hilt of the sword. The girl's tone slowed down a bit: "Is the wound on your arm still not healed?"

"Sure enough, Teacher Merlin told you."

Feeling the girl's gaze, Menachel moved his arm away.

"According to the information I received, Artoria, you should be in Camelot City right now to stabilize people's hearts."

The slightly unfamiliar name made the girl unable to react for a moment, but she still remembered the purpose of her trip.

"I heard that Mr. Merlin was coming, so I stopped by to see you."

It has been nearly a year since the last time they met.

Menechel looked at the door that seemed to have been blown open a crack by the wind, and walked over to press the door.

But he found that he had nothing to say.

Just as Menichel lowered his head in thought, a cold object was pressed against the side of his face. Suddenly, alarm bells rang in his heart, but out of trust in the other person in the room, Menichel did not make any extra movements.

"Teacher Merlin said that this scabbard can heal all wounds." Altria turned the scabbard and handed it to Menechel: "I don't need it for now, you can keep it for me first."

Menechel subconsciously took the scabbard. Artoria nodded at Menechel, walked past Menechel, and put one hand on the door.

It seemed that she came here just to deliver her scabbard.

Before leaving, Artoria turned to look at Menechel and said, "When you are well again, return it to me."

"Besides." Artoria pointed to the refreshing drink on Menachel's table and said, "We will go to war tomorrow, so you should get a good rest tonight."

"you……"

"We'll talk about the rest after the war is over."

I can finally stop seeing comments from now on

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Chapter 78 Girl, your thoughts are dangerous

Since the ability to "attack the city" was blocked, the battle that could have ended in an instant turned into a protracted war.

Fortunately, we finally won.

Menechel looked around indifferently. After sending away batch after batch of boring flatterers, he stretched lazily in an ungraceful manner as if he was letting out a long sigh.

"Brother, please be careful to maintain your manners."

Standing beside Menechel, Avril scolded with a stern face. She bent down and meticulously tidied up the table top that was messed up by Menechel's excessive movement just now.

"Don't worry about it, Avril."

Menechel closed his eyes and said in a slightly tipsy tone: "Even if I smash all the wine utensils here now, they still have to respectfully address me as the First Knight - Sir!"

Seeing that Avril did not respond, Menechel burped, raised the greatsword on the table with one hand, and waved it casually: "First Knight, no one can be qualified except me. Looking at the whole Camelot, no, even in the whole of Europe, no one can take my place."

"Brother, you are drunk." Avril couldn't help but sigh and pushed Minachell back to his seat. The girl's voice, which was not loud to begin with, was lowered again as she said, "If you say this, someone will take it out of context and say you are planning a rebellion."

“When the time comes, cut them all down.”

From this point of view, it seems that Menechel is not just slightly tipsy at this moment, it would be more appropriate to call him drunk.

However, Avriel could roughly understand Menechel's feelings. After such a long and unfavorable battle, his elder brother managed to turn the tide. Reputation was a small matter. What would really make his elder brother happy was probably receiving the reward from the king in person after he returned.

Thinking of the king, Avril felt a little sad.

But Avril quickly suppressed her emotions. She looked at the other knights who were looking over here and said in a cold voice, "Today's banquet is over. My brother wants to rest."

After waiting for all the irrelevant people to leave, Avril helped Minechelle up and prepared to leave. Avril's height of 1.6 meters was obviously too small for Minechelle, who was 1.8 meters tall, which made her movements difficult.

"Avril, you've grown up too."

Suddenly, Menechel uttered these words as if in a dream.

"If my brother were a little more mature, I wouldn't have to consider everything so carefully." Although Avril said this, she couldn't help but raise a warm smile at the corners of her mouth.

She turned her head to look at Menechel's sleeping face. After the hostility on the battlefield faded away, even the Ghost Rider, who was feared as a natural disaster, actually became a little cute.

"It's time to get married."

But the next moment, Avril felt her shoulders lighten, and Menachel, who had been keeping his eyes closed, suddenly raised his head, and the center of gravity on Avril shifted. His eyes were no longer hazy from drinking too much.

"You are quite popular now. Even in the army, I often receive marriage proposals from Camelot nobles." Menechel looked at Avril, the war orphan whom he raised out of a guilty conscience and who has now grown into a smart girl.

This was of course a lie, and no one dared to touch the uncertainty of Menachel. But Menachel still had the idea of ​​playing a prank under the influence of alcohol.

"Of course, in my current position, no one can force you to do anything. You just need to choose what you like best."

Menechel's eyes were clear. He walked back to the table and took the big sword with him. Today's weapon maintenance had not been done yet. Looking at the girl who lowered her head and seemed to be shy, Menechel suddenly had the idea of ​​teasing her.

Menechel leaned over and put one hand on Avril's head, ruffling her carefully combed hair. He lowered his head and whispered in Avril's ear: "If you like more than one person, it's not impossible."

"Brother." Avril raised her head. Although her earlobes were flushed with a lovely pink, there was no panic in the girl's pale blue pupils. She said calmly with the same rigorous attitude as when she handled military affairs for her brother: "I think that the only man in this world who is worthy of my body is Brother, so if we really want to get married, I will marry Brother..."

"Cough!" Menechel coughed violently as if he was choked by his own saliva. Avril immediately stopped her dangerous speech and patted Menechel on the back.

Although Menechel didn't have any elders who could break his legs, and there was indeed no blood relationship between him and Avril, he did not have any plans to develop further with Avril at this stage... According to this trend, there would be no plans in the future.

"Sister Avril, marriage is different from war. It requires careful consideration." After failing to tease her, Minachel felt a little panic for the first time in a long time. At this moment, he even felt awkward calling Avril's name.

"Brother, war is not something that can be treated casually." Avril simply expressed her own opinion seriously.

The girl's natural expression made Menechel feel relieved, but the sudden confession still made him feel uncomfortable. He slowly and calmly distanced himself from Avril.

"Anyway, that's it for tonight's conversation."

Minachell stepped out, and the cool night breeze made his hot brain clearer.

Perhaps it was the habitual consideration of maximizing benefits that made Avril choose this way. After all, judging from her daily behavior, the girl did not have an Oedipus complex.

Menechel thought so.

Even though those nobles wanted to label him a traitor, once Menechel really decided to join a noble, now that King Arthur's power was gradually stabilizing, they would certainly welcome him with all their might - Menechel was very clear about his own value.

So how can I explain to Avril that love and interests have nothing to do with each other?

Looking at the moon, Menachel sighed deeply, knowing that there was still a long way to go.

And shortly after Menechel left, the expression on Avriel's face gradually collapsed.

"It failed."

Staring at the direction where her brother left, Avril had a trace of loss on her face.

"It seems that being too proactive is not a good thing." Avril murmured, but then a smile appeared on her face.

She was not worried that her brother would distance himself from her after this confession. If Avril guessed correctly, her brother was probably still worrying about how to explain the difference between love and interests to her - no one knew him better than her, and Avril could easily guess all of her brother's thoughts.

If she wants, she can let the other party continue to misunderstand her.

How should I put it? Now I start to get scared when I open the comment section, so I just block the comments.

(The extra chapters for those who gave me tips and votes, I will make up for it when I am in better condition)

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Chapter 79: Stepsister

The expedition lasted only a month before it ran into trouble again.

Menechel finished reading the letter in his hand in silence.

Except for Avril who was standing behind him, no one in the outer camp dared to raise their heads. This depressing atmosphere lasted for more than ten minutes. Minashel repeatedly looked at the contents of the letter.

The words in the letter were not few, but between the lines there was only one message - food shortage, request to postpone the march.

Putting down the letter, Menechel stroked the hilt of his sword and asked the messenger knight who was lying on the ground in front of him: "Why, your master is unwilling to provide supplies?"

Although he opened his mouth with a smile, there was a sharp coldness in his eyes, and his red pupils gradually became darker.

"No, I dare not. The Earl is also a subject of the king, and it is only natural for him to provide supplies for the march. But... even if we collect grain, we can't squeeze out enough."

The sharp drop in temperature during the autumn harvest this year became the biggest difficulty in the march.

He glanced meaningfully at the messenger knight who was just there to deliver the message. Seeing the sweat dripping from the other's forehead, Menechel suddenly had a bad idea. He grabbed the sword and chopped it on the table in front of him.

"It seems that I have to go and collect grain myself to get anything."

The messenger knight was already bent over and almost fell to the ground. He didn't dare to raise his head and couldn't say a word. The sawdust sprinkled on him seemed like an invitation from the god of death.

"You're right."

Menechel narrowed his eyes and silently released his own aura of fantasy. The guards standing on both sides of him immediately lost the desire to dissuade him.

Just as Menechel was about to increase his pressure further, he felt someone push his shoulder. He immediately glanced at the guard beside him, but saw Avril's reproachful eyes.

"It's boring. Get up."

The momentum receded like the tide, and Menechel sat back in the main seat.

He knew Count Voseken well, and was probably afraid that he could not even provide enough rations for 2,000 men in order to help the civilians who had difficulty surviving the winter.

Avril had already taken over the topic for Menechelle. She spoke softly to comfort him, "Knight Thornton, my brother was just joking."

After just listening to the beginning, Menasheel lost interest in continuing to listen. He had just really thought about collecting grain himself.

Having handed the entire situation over to Avril, Menechel said nothing more, staring at the broken eucalyptus table in front of him. Only after the messenger knight bowed and left did Menechel come to his senses. He pointed outside the tent and signaled the guards on both sides to leave.

"return."

Menechel suddenly caught sight of Avril, who was trying to blend in and leave with them. His low shout made everyone in the tent stop what they were doing.

Feeling the gazes gradually gathering around him, Minachell propped up his head with one hand and pointed at Avril with the other hand: "You stay, the others can go."