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

Avril pursed her lips and slowly walked back to Menechelle.

Menechel tapped his leg armor, and the clacking sound echoed in the empty camp.

"Brother."

"I am listening."

"I think it is meaningless to force a messenger knight. The problem of military rations cannot be solved, and it will also worsen your relationship with Duke Fusekhen."

Avril was only halfway through her words when Menechel raised his hand to interrupt her. He shifted his gaze to her face, and the corners of his mouth curled up in an unknown arc.

"Is that what I'm asking?"

"I shouldn't have made the decision on my brother's behalf without permission." Avril's eyes flickered and she lowered her head, but Menechel lifted her chin and forced her to look at him.

"It's just a small matter that you can do as you like."

Avril blinked in confusion. If she didn't even care about such a thing, then what else had she done recently?

"Tell me, how do you know that boy's name?" Although Menechelle was not as old as the Herald Knight in terms of age, he still asked bluntly, tapping his face with his knuckles: "Although I am a parent who advocates free love, Avril, he is much older than you, and he doesn't even have the courage to draw his sword against me."

Avril pulled the corner of her mouth, and she rubbed Minachell's palm with her chin. Minachell immediately let go of her hand. The obedient girl immediately followed Minachell's words and said, "So, brother, what kind of man do you think I should look for?"

"At least you can protect you on my behalf."

"Then there will be no man in all Britain who can marry me."

"You don't have to beat me. After all, this request is impossible to achieve."

"To be honest, I don't like Knight Thornton at all. He's too weak." Avril stared at Minechelle: "So, my brother, please marry me."

Minachell coughed violently and stared at Avril fiercely: "Don't try to change the subject. You said you don't like it, but how do you know the name of that Thornton?"

"Brother, I've seen you three times." Avril sighed. She tried to wipe Menechel's face with her hand, but Menechel slapped her away.

"so what?"

"Brother, if you just act recklessly, you will suffer a great loss." Avril showed a helpless smile: "For example, this time, if someone takes advantage of this to rape you, your attitude at this time will only give them a handle. Duke Fusekhen is one of the few nobles who maintains a neutral attitude towards you. You should restrain yourself, so that you will not be left alone at the morning meeting."

"Of course I know." Menichel closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but he still couldn't help but curl his lips: "But do they dare to touch me? They are just a bunch of trash. I like to see them angry and helpless towards me the most."

"Avril, don't be fooled by the nobles who seem to be eager to see me rebel. They are just talking now. When I return, they will be the ones who are most afraid that I will be forced to rebel. My fiefdom is near Camelot. They know that once I am forced to rebel, the first thing I will do is to destroy all the great nobles in and outside Britain."

And he did not get entangled with any nobles. He was making his attitude clear to Artoria.

Avril nodded without any doubt, she knew her brother-in-law was indeed capable of this. So the girl asked expectantly, "So when will the rebellion take place?"

Menechel froze, and after glancing around to make sure there was no third person, he reached out and pressed his hand on Avril's head.

He lowered his voice and leaned close to Avril's ear and said, "When did I say I was going to rebel?"

"It depends on my brother's attitude."

"Stay away from that guy Aguguiwen in the future, and don't let him lead you astray." Minachell rubbed Avril's hair helplessly: "It is precisely because I believe that the king will not be bewitched by others that I will not rebel."

"Well, my brother, your reputation has far surpassed that king, so please be careful about your words and actions."

Menachel was stunned, and before he knew it, Avril had brought the topic back again. Looking at Avril's serious face, Menachel rubbed his hair in distress. He had not intended to say this to Avril, but judging from the girl's attitude, she seemed to be really worried that he would suffer because of his own arrogance.

"Listen, Avril." Minache paused, thinking about his thoughts before continuing, "In the whole of Britain, the only people I can trust are you and Arthur. Those lords wish I would die in an accident, the nobles in the Holy City hope I would die on the battlefield, and even the king's confidants hope that I would die with those lords because they doubt me."

"But my brother can't die."

"I hope so." Menachel smiled. He was not sure how long this kind of life could last. "If we put aside the illusory feelings, the king can continue to protect me like this. The only way is to let her...he know that I have no one to rely on except him."

Avril wrinkled her nose. She had just heard some incredible secret from Menachere's words.

But since her elder brother didn't want her to know, then she didn't know either.

"I understand, Brother." Avril nodded, and then continued to scold in a serious tone: "But even so, Brother has a special status now, so he should not be too reckless. Only by acting cautiously can he ensure his safety."

Menechel blinked and looked at Avril in disbelief. He wanted to pinch her face, but he was afraid of encouraging the girl's wrong feelings, so he gave up.

"They have all learned to lecture me."

Avril didn't say anything, but just stared at Menachel. Menachel, who had never been inferior to anyone in momentum since his debut, looked away calmly.

"Okay, I'll pay attention next time."

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 80 Morgan: This hero is too good, it's time to nerf him

As soon as night fell, the fire was already lit.

My brother always seems to have endless letters to read.

As soon as she opened the door, Avril saw Menechelle sitting at the table. Due to food shortage, the redress plan that had been formulated had to be postponed, and the entire army moved into the city of Vuseken to station.

Minachell held the letter in her hands and glanced at the door casually. When she saw that it was Avril, she quickly looked away.

"Another letter from Camelot?"

Avril walked slowly behind Menechelle and placed the drink in her hand on the table. Seeing Avril approaching, Menechelle moved her chair to the side. Her original intention was to remind her sister to keep a safe distance between men and women, but Avril took the initiative and took a step forward, squeezing into the space that Menechelle had just vacated.

Before Menechelle could scold her, Avril had already taken the initiative and bent over the table, staring at the letter without blinking.

"It's a letter from the king."

I don't know if Avril did it on purpose, but the girl didn't have any physical contact with him, as if she had already tested her brother's bottom line.

Menechel didn't know what to say, so he could only keep holding the letter and let the girl read it.

Fortunately, the content of the letter was not some private matter that should not be seen by others. In just a few lines, it stated that Altria would send her subordinates to express her condolences.

Given the situation in the rear, it was unlikely that Altria would come in person, so Menechel guessed that the person coming was either Kai or Merlin.

"Do you need to get ready, Brother?"

Taking into account the time the letter takes on the road, the messenger of condolences will most likely arrive tomorrow.

"We come at a really bad time." Menashel muttered to himself. His original plan was to take a few scouts with him tomorrow to investigate the situation ahead.

It would be fine if it was Teacher Merlin, but if the person who came was Kai, given his temper, he would most likely wait here until Menachere came back.

"Onii-sama, leave the investigation to me."

"You?" Menichel looked at the girl who volunteered and immediately shook his head: "You have no experience in this area. If you get trapped, you will be in big trouble."

For example, he needs to trouble Minachel to think about how to rescue his sister.

In fact, only Menechel could do the job of exploring the way with a few scouts. Even if he encountered a small group of enemy cavalry on the road, he could break through on his own - this was something that Avril and other knights did not have.

“It can only be postponed.”

Minashel sighed softly. He now only hoped that if the messenger was Kai, the other party would not drag him to drink with them.

After saying this, Menachel looked at Avril, who was blinking innocently beside him, and put his index finger on her forehead: "You stay with me during the meeting tomorrow, and you are not allowed to go anywhere. Do you understand?"

This unstable factor must be controlled in advance to prevent the girl from running out and giving herself away in a fit of anger.

"Don't worry, brother, I won't do anything reckless." Out of concern, Avril stood up and lifted her hair, a satisfied smile on her lips.

"And if I want, I can go out tonight, so why not..."

"It's getting late, you should rest." Ignoring Avril's occasional questions, Menechel turned his eyes elsewhere. He paused and finally toughened his tone: "Earl Vousken has a curfew at night, and anyone who wanders outside will be detained and interrogated."

As for whether Count Vousken gave the order or not, it no longer mattered.

……

When a group of knights escorting a woman arrived at Vorthachen, Menechel knew that he had guessed wrong. The person was neither Merlin nor Kay, but King Arthur's sister Morgan.

The upper half of the woman's face was hidden by the shadow of the hood, with only half of her face below her nose showing. However, the charm and danger emanating from the woman made Menachel shudder.

It had nothing to do with the difference in strength between the enemy and us, but was an almost biological instinct to seek benefits and avoid harm, which made Menachel stay away from this woman as much as possible.

Seeing that Minachell was still not speaking, Avril poked Minachell's lower abdomen slightly with her elbow, but the other party still did not respond. In desperation, Avril could only greet her brother on behalf of her brother:

"Your Majesty Morgan, thank you for your hard work."

"I recognize you, Avril. I saw you by the king's side during the time you lived in the royal city." Morgan ignored Minachell's impoliteness and turned to chat with Avril. Unlike her strange temperament, Morgan's voice carried a kind of innate affinity.

Menechel took a step forward, and the heavy armor on his body separated Avril from Morgan tightly.

"Your Majesty Morgan, I didn't expect you to come in person."

Minachell adopted a businesslike tone, and although his face was expressionless, anyone could see that he strongly repelled Morgan.

"Sir Menachere, I came here with the king." Morgan was not ashamed to be treated like this. She pulled off the hood that almost concealed her face, and her enchanting beauty disappeared immediately. At this time, the woman's appearance was completely exposed to Menachere's vision.

His face was exactly the same as Altria's except for the hair color, but his eyes and brows did not have the heroic spirit of a king. Instead, they had a hint of tenderness.

Even when facing a face that looked exactly like Altria, Menechel did not relax at all.

"Wang Zheng is taking the follow-up troops to rest in the rear city, and asked me to convey this information first."

Artoria goes to the front line personally?

Menechel couldn't help but frown. This possibility, which seemed the most unlikely to him, actually became a reality, even though two months ago Artoria had personally handed him the scabbard that was said to be able to heal all wounds.

After much thought, Menechel could think of only one reason - Artoria did not want to push him to the forefront again.

But this seems to be a good idea, as it also saves the reconnaissance work.

"In that case, Your Majesty Morgan should rest first." Menichel said, and glanced at a guard knight who was following him: "You go and take Your Majesty Morgan to rest."

According to normal procedures, Morgan should be taken to visit the military training situation at this time, but since Morgan is only a pioneer, this process is no longer necessary.

"Brother, please let me take Lord Morgan with me. After all, His Majesty Morgan is more familiar with me."

"you?"

Menachel looked at Avril who spoke behind him, and subconsciously wanted to refuse. But when he saw the look in the girl's eyes that said "please believe me", the words he had already organized to refuse disappeared.

That's right, so Avril couldn't be considered to be neglecting the messenger.

And in the military camp, Menechel had enough confidence that he could protect Avril.

I will decide whether to make a Heroic Spirit Card for this character based on everyone's feedback on the image of my adopted sister (although I can't see the comments, the operations team can tell me)

Chapter 81 I once missed the only dreamlike ending

It is obvious that this time, Artoria is preparing to quell all destabilizing factors in Britain in one fell swoop.

Therefore, the follow-up troops led by Artoria not only mobilized all available knights, but also stored a large amount of food in advance.

Starting from the city of Fusekhen, Artoria and Menechel divided their troops into two groups. Artoria led 10,000 troops to resolve the chaos on the border, and left the remnants of the northern king to Menechel.

If both sides can progress successfully, this may be Minashel's last battle.

This sense of anticipation for reaching the destination became even stronger after Menechel successfully arrived at the Li River City. There was no need for Menechel to take any action against the scattered remnants of the Bie King encountered along the way. He deliberately spread the news that he was leading the army. Even if he occasionally encountered remnants of the army who were fighting stubbornly, they would be easily defeated by the soldiers of Camelot because of their frustrated morale.

Retiring with an undefeated record seemed like a good outcome, he thought, and it would be even better if Morgan could leave.

For some unknown reason, Morgan did not go east with Altria, but instead chose to stay with Menechel.

But in recent days, apart from the fact that some of the girl's wrong views on love have gradually intensified, there has been nothing unusual about Avril.

Before the door was pushed open, Minechel had already heard familiar footsteps from afar, and a familiar smell drifted into Minechel's nostrils - this was the refreshing drink that Avril insisted on making every day that he was so familiar with it.

It's not that it's bad, except for the taste, everything else is excellent. But drinking it every day will inevitably make you a little... bored.

"Brother, it's getting late."

I don't know when it started, but every time I hear this familiar voice speaking these words, I can hear them again. When I think about the possibility that I won't be able to hear them again after I retire and don't have to work overtime, I feel a little nostalgic.

So Menechel, who was originally thinking about tomorrow's strategic layout, couldn't help but turn his thoughts to Avril.

Avoiding the most sensitive topic of marriage, Menachel turned to the girl. He took the drink and put it aside for the time being, and Menachel motioned for Avril to sit down.

"Avril, although I have no evidence to prove it, it is better for you to keep your distance from Morgan."

No matter how hard Menachel thought, he could not think of any benefit for Morgan from getting close to Avril. If the person approaching was a man or a woman of low status, Menachel would not be so vigilant, but Morgan avoided these two conditions perfectly.

He never believed that nobles would make friends for no reason.

"Brother, you are not curious about what His Majesty Morgan said to me."

Menechel's body stiffened, and he thought carefully about what he had just said. It seemed that he really had the suspicion of intruding on a woman's private topic.

Menechelle's strange expression obviously made Avril misunderstand his behavior just now, but her delicate face was raised with an almost distorted smile: "But if my brother wants."

"It's not impossible..." Avril deliberately prolonged her tone, observing Minachell's reaction while counting silently in her heart.