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

--forget it.

This is probably what my brother will answer next.

"Well, just pretend I didn't say anything."

Finally, when Avriel counted to ten, Menachel finally looked away.

Avril regretted that she had missed the modal particle, but there was no change in her expression.

The purpose of her coming here today was to report Morgan's actions to her brother.

"Did Brother know His Majesty Morgan before?"

He tried hard to recall his experiences in Camelot. He spent most of his time drinking and playing chess with Kay and Gawain, and there was no memory related to Morgan in the other scattered fragments. It can be said that the meeting not long ago was the first time that Menechel met his future sister-in-law.

Before this, all Menechel knew about the king came from her sister.

Looking at the deep expression on Minachell's face, Avril had already gotten the answer in silence. She quickly glanced at Minachell with extremely disgusted eyes, and subconsciously crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"That's great, my Lord Brother." Avril's emotionless voice even carried a hint of flattery: "His Majesty Morgan has been asking me about your achievements."

Battle record?

Minechel intuitively felt that he had missed something - could it be that Morgan wanted to analyze his fighting habits from his past battle records?

This idea was quickly rejected, as his weapons, behavior, and fighting habits had probably already been presented to others in extremely detailed information.

"My brother has won the heart of the girl with his fame again."

"Don't think about boring things." Minesher showed little interest. He had no interest in a socialite who had been divorced twice. He glanced at the dark sky through the unclosed door and said, "You have to get up early tomorrow. Staying up late is not good for your health."

"But this sentence is not convincing at all coming from my elder brother's mouth."

Menechel snorted twice but did not refute.

"Then you should rest early, brother." Avril stood up and took away the refreshing drink that Menachel had already drunk. When she looked up again, she saw that Menachel had lowered his head and started to draw on the simple battle map.

With a helpless smile, Avril's eyes quickly swept across her brother's pale hair.

"Brother."

"Ah."

This time, the only response she got was an ambiguous nasal sound. Avril kept smiling, her eyes reflecting Minachell who was working on the case with his back to the fire. Knowing that the other party was busy with his work, the girl just stopped for a while and left silently.

Before entering, Avril closed the door.

Sometimes I really wish my brother could have a good rest.

Avril lowered her eyelids, but she did not move.

"who."

Her tone was cold, carrying a chilling chill.

"Sir Menechel, why don't you rest so late? As a pillar of Camelot, you can't let this ruin your health."

Morgan's voice rang out, causing Avril to loosen her grip on the sword. Her tone was a little slower, but still distant: "Your Highness Morgan, my brother is currently handling important work. Please keep your voice down when you talk."

"I'll pay attention." Morgan's eyes flashed with a gleam, and she changed the subject and directed the conversation back to the people in the room.

"Speaking of which, Lord Avril, you really care about your brother."

A scent of conspiracy came over her. Avril became alert and leaned against the door so that she could rush in at the first moment if danger occurred.

"That's why I wanted to find you to get to know Menechelle better."

Looking at Morgan, a hint of purple appeared in Avril's eyes.

Hinting at the magic, the groundwork has been laid almost enough.

Avril frowned and refused, "No, Your Majesty Morgan, my elder brother told me to rest."

No matter what the woman in front of her wants to do to her brother, Avril will not become a threat to her brother!

"It just so happens that I am a little tired, so Sir Avril should have a good rest."

Seeing Morgan had really left, Avril was a little confused. She watched Morgan leave in silence.

What is this woman doing here?

Pressure point update

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 82 The Truth Called Lie

She walked alone into a deep forest. It was already dark, with only one or two twinkling stars occasionally appearing, but they were always so far away from her.

There was no one around to support her body, she was very scared and didn't know where she was.

She wanted to call out, but no sound came out when she opened her mouth.

Suddenly, as if a piece of meat was put together temporarily, it trembled and walked towards her. Every time the black shadow moved, it made a dripping sound like falling water. She stepped back step by step, but was tripped by the voice in front of her:

"Don't be afraid, girl. It's me."

She was too familiar with this voice, she had grown up with it. In the vortex of suffering, he held her through the cold winter year after year. In the shadow of hunger and death, that warm and strong palm was enough to hold up a piece of sunshine.

At some times, she even felt that if things continued like this, the suffering would not be so terrible.

But all of this disappeared in the blink of an eye. Bloody lightning like a nightmare suddenly sounded, instantly lighting up the surrounding darkness.

There were corpses everywhere, human bodies were stacked up on top of each other, and the red thunder of sin pierced through the bodies of living beings.

This is Torun Square City, this is hell.

"Second girl, he killed me, it was him!"

The voice was resentful, and the blood-red thunder fell again. She widened her eyes, and her pupils caught the fleeting flash of thunder. The familiar armor broke through the wrapping of thunder and lightning, and once again pierced through the figure in front of her.

The sickeningly real smell of burning things rushed into her nostrils, and the scene she had seen in countless nightmares reappeared in her mind.

All sounds disappeared. Amidst a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood, two rays of bloody light burst out from the head armor dotted with blood, and the field of vision was suddenly completely occupied by a huge sword.

The darkness returned once again, and the world became quiet in an instant. Only my father's voice lingered in my ears.

"Second girl, he killed me, it was him!"

……

Avril yawned. Perhaps it was because she was back in Toren's Square City again. Avril had the same nightmare for several nights in a row.

Avril should have told Minechel about such a strange thing, but the content of the dream made Avril inexplicably feel a little resistant.

This was the seventh day of the march.

It only takes three days to travel from Bilú to Tolln Square, but Camelot's army needs to spend a whole week to ensure that they will not be ambushed.

After handing over the defense to Torun Square City, it was almost night.

"What's wrong?" Minachell looked at Avril who was yawning beside him and asked in a low voice, "You stayed up late again last night."

"I just have some insomnia. No matter how early I close my eyes, I can't fall asleep." Avril's voice sounded a little tired.

Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar city, Avril suddenly felt a sense of loss in her heart.

She casually brought up the topic: "By the way, this is where my brother picked me up, right?"

Before she finished her words, Avril keenly felt the man beside her tremble.

"Yeah." Menacheer responded with an extremely calm tone. He pretended not to care and said, "We will leave Toren Square City early tomorrow morning. Let's go back and have a good rest today."

It seemed that her brother was hiding something from her, but Avril had no intention of asking. The girl knew her brother's character, and asking would only reduce her favorability in his heart. Avril would not do such a stupid thing as to doubt her brother based on a dream.

But it is impossible to say that I don't care at all.

With a conflicted feeling, Avril returned to her assigned dormitory. But she saw several figures standing outside the door from a distance, and before she got close, she could already smell the faint fragrance in the air.

Avril was very familiar with this smell. She had often smelled a similar smell from Morgan in recent days.

"Your Majesty Morgan."

Avril reached for the sword at her waist with one hand calmly - even though the other party said that he had admired her brother for a long time, Morgan had been sticking to her for too long, and Avril had never even seen Morgan talk to Minachel.

Avril blinked and looked at the white-haired witch in front of her. In her memory, Morgan had returned to Camelot a long time ago, and she and her brother had seen him off together.

Could this be what my brother-sama was talking about...magic?

"But after thinking about it, even I would feel a little ashamed to have troubled you for so long, so I left a few gifts."

"It is my duty to serve His Majesty Morgan. If I accept the gift, my brother will scold me." Avril did not reach out her hand. Minachel once taught her that things of unknown origin should never be touched lightly.

Avril said, looking at the guard knight standing like a puppet beside Morgan, and tightened the knight's sword in her hand slightly.

"Don't be alert, Lord Avril. I can't touch you at all now, right?" Morgan said, with a slight smile on his face. "As for the gift, haven't I already given it to you?"

"It's you!"

As the sword was unsheathed, Avril took a few steps back, her eyes scanning left and right, but after such a long time, no guard passed by.

"Reveal the truth that has been hidden, Avril. I have no reason to lie to you." Morgan's pupils flashed with a strange purple light. Looking at Avril, who was like a frightened little animal in front of him, Morgan's voice was full of temptation: "If you don't believe me, you can check it yourself."

"With only a few thousand men, they defeated more than ten thousand guards and recaptured eleven cities in the Stark region in an almost overwhelming manner. The commander-in-chief of Camelot at that time was Sir Menechel."

"And Avril, you should have discovered long ago that the posture shown by Lord Menechel when attacking the city is exactly the same as the nightmare in your memory."

The string of reason was cut by the sword called reality at this moment. Something hot and wet flowed down her cheeks. Dreams and reality began to interact. Avril opened her mouth but was unable to utter a word as if she had lost her voice.

Morgan felt satisfied with the scene before her. She had already planted a hint of magic on Avril, using dreams to gradually strengthen the girl's impression of her father.

After several days of field research, she finally succeeded. She was about to break through the only weakness of the invincible knight.

"Avril, we are on the same path."

"you……"

"I can help you get your revenge." Morgan's eyes glowed purple. She coaxed Avril to look up and tried to reinforce her sad mood once again.

"Get out!" It was a moan so hoarse that it was almost inaudible. Avril raised her head, her pupils were bloodshot, she waved the sword in her hand recklessly, and her voice was no longer as calm as before.

"I understand your..."

"Get lost! I don't... believe you at all!" Avril chopped off Morgan's hand with a sword. She suppressed the trembling of her shoulders and spoke with hysteria and madness in her tone: "I won't believe anything you say!"

"Is that so." Morgan withdrew his hand and let the blade pierce through her arm: "Avril, time will tell."

The puppet-like knights escorted Morgan's image away woodenly.

Avril's hand holding the sword trembled constantly, and after a clang, the knight's sword was thrown to the ground.

"I……"

Avril's eyes were confused, and her legs seemed to have lost all strength, so she sat down on the ground.

"What on earth am I..."

Don't rush to scold, this chapter and the next chapter are a plot, wait for the next chapter

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 83: A Military Dream

Menichel stared blankly at the battle map; working late into the night for a long time made him feel a little tired.

He turned around and reached out to grab the greatsword that was leaning against the table. His face was reflected on the smooth and clear sword, but Menechel did not wait for long to observe before the sound of footsteps outside the house forced him to put down the sword.

The night wind brought in the scent of the girl, but what puzzled Menechel was that he did not smell the bitter smell that always surrounded Avril.

It seems that Avril didn't prepare that unique drink this time.

But no matter what, in order to prevent Avril from seeing his decadent posture, Minachel forced himself to focus on the battle map on the table again.

It was not until the door creaked that Menichel pretended to be still immersed in his work, and continued to stare at the battle map without even raising his head.

"Avril, you came a little later than usual. Is there something..."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, a strong sense of trembling almost made Menechel's hair stand on end. The instinctive sense of crisis made his brain control his body to respond to the emergency before he could react.

While standing, Menechel kicked over the table beside him, reached out to his side with his right hand, and the moment his palm touched the hilt of the sword, he twisted his waist to straighten his body, and chopped forward with the sword in his hand.

The greatsword easily split the table in front of him that was used to block his view, and in the flying wood chips, Menechel also saw the source of the sense of danger.

Avril, and the dagger in the girl's hand that emitted a dark purple glow. At this moment, the girl's face no longer had the calm and peaceful look of the past. The cold and gloomy look that seemed to have crawled out of a pile of dead bodies made her originally delicate face look a little hysterical.