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

The arcs on her body disappeared along with her armor. The unhappy look on her face disappeared along with the armor, and the girl's face once again showed a carefree smile: "It is impossible to decide the winner in a short time. I don't want the battle between me and you, Menachel, to be disturbed by others."

Menechel lowered his head and removed his armor.

"Next time you have to judge the time to retreat by yourself. Not everyone will remind you like I do."

As he was teaching, he looked up and was greeted by Mordred's cool and modern outfit.

The saved fabric that barely covered the key parts and the revealing clothes made Minasel stunned. He subconsciously wanted to look away but suddenly reacted the next moment.

"Mordred!"

His voice was no longer as calm as before. The sword that had not yet transformed into a spirit body once again lit up with arcs of magical power. Menachel's pupils dilated as he stared at the girl who was obviously a little stunned:

"You bastard! Who taught you to dress like this? I don't remember teaching you to be like this!" Menichel stepped forward and swung the dragon sword: "Do you think you can do whatever you want after I die?"

Seeing the obvious anger on Menechel's face, Mordred laughed out loud. She quickly ducked to avoid Menechel's slash and quickly dived into the darkness in the distance.

Before she disappeared, Mordred suddenly stopped, turned around, and the smile on her face gradually faded: "Menchel, it's great to see you."

Looking at the other person's back that was going away again, Minachell was stunned. He hummed and muttered twice and dispersed the dragon sword in his hand. He brushed off the dust on his body and whispered, "You should call me teacher."

Suddenly he felt a chill on his back. He turned his head stiffly and saw Avril's little face with a weird smile.

"Although you say you are a scumbag, you wouldn't have any thoughts about your own disciple, right? After all, he is wearing that face."

That kind of contemptuous sneer that came from the heart instantly aroused Menechel's self-esteem, and the warm feeling that he originally felt because of Mordred's words was immediately destroyed.

"How is that possible!" Menachel immediately retorted, and shook his hand in disdain: "That little girl is tens of thousands of years too early."

"But you did let him go, brother. This is not what Black Saber should do."

Being stared at by those eyes, Minachell inexplicably felt a little guilty. The words he had prepared could no longer be said. He could only dryly say something that he himself did not believe: "I just don't want the duel between our master and disciple to be disturbed by another Servant."

Avril tilted her head, and Menechel immediately took the opportunity to change the subject: "If I'm not mistaken, the Servant coming here should be Black Rider. Rider, who has super high mobility, is undoubtedly the best candidate for support."

Not interested in discussing other things with Minachell, Avril sighed noncommittally: "Forget it, if you don't let me go, Brother will not be Brother anymore."

"Next time I will take action and kill her with all my strength."

He still had some awareness of being a Servant, and it was enough for him to be controlled by his emotions only once.

However, it is wishful thinking to expect a person who can unconditionally place the fate of a kingdom on one person based on personal feelings to do something for the overall situation.

Avril ignored Menechel's oath, but she also did not pursue it excessively, as that would only make people feel annoyed. She knew what she should do now.

So Avril reached out and grabbed Menechelle's collar. Menechelle subconsciously wanted to move away but Avril shouted at him: "Don't move!"

Standing on tiptoe, Avril's hands glowed with a faint green glow of healing magic, repairing the tiny scars that even Menachel himself hadn't noticed. After doing all this, the girl took two steps back in disgust: "Disciple or benefactor, as long as they are related to you, you want to protect them. You are always restrained by family affection, and you only keep your decisiveness for yourself. It's really..."

——It’s too worrying. If you meet a bad person, you will be exploited all the time.

"Well, in order to prevent Black Rider from noticing my presence, I will leave first."

She was not afraid that the other Servants of the black side would find her through their familiars, as she had cleared out all the familiars along the route today in advance.

Avril said this and bowed slightly to Menechelle, just like the orthodox young ladies at the sorority.

"Wait, Avril."

Menechel called out to Avril, and the girl's figure flickered in the darkness, but did not completely disappear.

Menechel hesitated for a moment and then gritted his teeth and said, "No matter what you think, I have never regarded Mordred as your replacement. You are unique. Even if you will resent me and kill me next, I will still treat you as my family."

A warm current quickly surged up from her spine to her brain, and an unprecedented trembling feeling quickly enveloped Avril's body. She was a little dazed in a trance, and was somewhat glad that she had hidden her figure in advance, otherwise she would definitely be exposed by her brother's sudden bold words.

The corners of her mouth curved up, and even her eyebrows and eyes were filled with a smile.

"Ah."

She responded softly, trying to keep her voice calm. Avril didn't dare to say anything more and quickly disappeared into the shadows.

Avril stopped only when she was completely immersed in the darkness and confirmed that her brother could never see her again. She reached out to straighten the curve of her mouth, and the faint scent of her brother came from her fingertips.

——Mordred.

Avril thought of Red Saber with contempt. An attack that was purely based on the instinct of a beast was not worth mentioning at all.

Although the elder brother's evaluation of his disciple was biased, there was only one point that Avril agreed with.

"That little girl is tens of thousands of years too early."

If anyone wants to be my rival, he should at least call the little girl’s mother... or father (?) over!

Thanks to Yang Siling for the generous reward. The rest of the two-in-one 4K chapter will be added later.

(End of this chapter)

Chapter 165 Camelot Family Affairs (25)

Lion Jie Jie Li looked at Mordred who was humming a little tune happily beside him and couldn't help but find it a little funny.

"Hey, Saber, are you so happy to be let off the hook?"

"Huh? What do you mean by being let off the hook?" Mordred immediately stopped humming. She took two quick steps and quickly surpassed the lion Jie Jieli. She turned around and looked at her master with dissatisfaction: "Next time we meet, I will definitely win. I will definitely win!"

Lion Jie Jie Li couldn't stand his Servant yelling like a little girl, so he could only nod and respond perfunctorily: "That's right, after all, you are the new king who will surpass King Arthur, you must be stronger than the knight defeated by King Arthur."

"Well, I don't necessarily have to be stronger than him. After I ascend the throne, Menechel will swear allegiance to me anyway."

Finally, Lion Jiejieli stopped in front of a car, bent his arms and used his elbows to push open the car window. The car window made a dull sound and a hole was knocked out. Lion Jiejieli reached in and opened the door. Mordred also got into the car and sat in the passenger seat as if he was used to it.

Lion Jie Li sat in the driver's seat. He had just fastened his seat belt, but before he started the car, he noticed the burning gaze coming from beside him.

"But Master, is it really okay for you to drive? It's so late and you're still wearing sunglasses. Are you going to get into a car accident because you can't see the road?"

"Hey, who do you think caused us to be delayed so late? It was you who insisted on looking for Black Saber."

After starting the car, in order to dispel the girl's dangerous idea of ​​trying to drive a car, Lion Jiejieli had to find another topic that the girl was interested in:

"Why, are you so confident that he will recognize you as the new king? I heard that he is not a person who is willing to be inferior to others." Through his sunglasses, Lion Jie Li carefully observed Mordred's expression, testing his reaction.

"No way! Menechel is Camelot's most loyal minister!" As expected by Lion Jiejieli, Mordred immediately glared at him with dissatisfaction. She shouted to protest Lion Jiejieli's unfair evaluation of Menechel: "If he is a traitor, no one can stop him from seizing the throne."

This strong trust that came out without thinking did not need any reason. Mordred continued with a matter-of-fact tone: "As for me, I started a rebellion two years after joining the Knights of the Round Table and overthrew my father's rule. What's more, it's Menechel."

"Just for this?"

Listening to Mordred's reply, Lion Jie Li felt a little speechless. He didn't know how to comment on this family who rebelled against their father just to prove that their teacher had not betrayed them.

"What stupid stuff are you talking about."

Mordred looked at the Lion Jie Jie Li in confusion, as if wondering why her Master would ask such a stupid question. She zipped up her jacket, put her hands in her pockets and stretched her body.

Mordred let out a long sigh of relief, as if all the fatigue from the battle had just been discharged from his body.

"At the beginning of the rebellion, I was just seeking revenge for Menechel. According to the test conducted by a certain lousy magician, Menechel went to save King Arthur."

Suddenly hearing something incredible, Lion Jiejieli subconsciously straightened his body. No matter which version of the legend, Menechel always appeared as the opposite of King Arthur. He had never heard of rumors like "The Loyal Knight Menechel".

"Since there is a beginning, there must be a later."

As he thought about it, the story ended, and Mordred's voice became weaker and weaker, until at last there was only a meaningless mutter. Lion Jie Li took a moment to glance over, and saw the girl huddled up in the passenger seat with her hands on her knees, her already petite body curled up into a ball, staring blankly at the night view that was rapidly receding outside the window.

Lion Jie Li glanced at Mordred with some concern, and seeing that the other party had no desire to continue, he couldn't help but feel a little surprised - how could such a cheerful child become so hesitant.

He withdrew his gaze and had no intention of continuing to ask questions. He stepped on the accelerator and drove away from the old city.

……

Menechel yawned, and Gold's body couldn't help but tremble. Since he returned to the castle, the fat uncle's series of similar abnormal behaviors made Menechel feel strange.

He looked at Gold in confusion and leaned towards his bookcase, but Gold still did not react.

Unable to figure out what was going on, Menechel simply asked him directly:

"Hey, Gold, why do you look so guilty?"

Gold immediately stuffed a grape into his mouth, flipped the book in his hand casually, and replied vaguely, "No way."

Although he had never been in a relationship, Gold had heard that men would feel extremely irritable after quarreling with their girlfriends - not to mention that the man in front of him was a ruthless man who had just had a fight with his girlfriend.

"Ah..." Menichel half-closed his eyes and stretched out his tone in boredom. He lay back on the sofa: "If you don't want to say it, forget it."

Gold looked up at his servant in disbelief. He was already prepared to be questioned, but he didn't ask?

His eyes first moved to the book in his hand, confirming that the evaluation of Menchel was [Unreasonable], and then turned to Menchel.

'Is this unreasonable?'

"Why are you looking at me like that? It's not a big deal. You just feel that you broke your promise to me and disclosed my whereabouts to your clan leader. Anyway, I was planning to come back by then, and you kept your promise and didn't disturb me during the whole day."

And to some extent, Gold's intervention gave Menechel a reason to make concessions. He couldn't really let his disciple leave on the first day of meeting him, right?

Menechel turned his head to look at Gold, and noticed the name of the book in his hand. He frowned thoughtfully and said, "It must be that something bad about me was said in this book that caused you to misunderstand me."

"Really? I'm right in front of you. What else do you need to read?" Menichel stood up again and raised three fingers to Gold. "Anyway, I'm bored now, so just ask whatever you want to ask. Three questions in exchange for three Command Spells."

This was a completely incomparable deal, but Gold did not refuse. He had given up the idea of ​​using the Command Spell to enforce the order the moment he saw Menechel's attitude.

“It’s nothing.” Gold flipped through a few more pages and finally put the book down. He also noticed that the Menachel described in the book was somewhat different from the Saber he had come into contact with.

"I just found out that you are not as good as described in the book..."

"So unreasonable, huh?" Menechel finished the second half of Gold's sentence. He chuckled and said, "When I was alive, I had to be strong. Otherwise, I would have a stern face all day long and wanted everyone in the world to be afraid of me. After I died, I don't have so many worries. To be honest, I am in a more relaxed state now."

Gold opened his mouth. He couldn't refute Menechel's argument.

Seeing that Gold was lost in thought and had not spoken yet, Minachell reminded him, "There are still two more questions."

For a moment, a lot of questions flashed through Gold's mind, but he was unable to choose the most suitable one.

"Save it first, I'll ask next time."

Transition Chapter

Thanks to Queen Wu Yan for the reward

Chapter 166 Gold (35)

——The man’s story is one of extreme loneliness.

When they can't hold on any longer, suddenly an ideal person breaks into their life, lends a helping hand and pulls them out of the abyss. This is an innocent fairy tale that only belongs to children.

Unfortunately, the fairy tale never happened to him. When he fell to the bottom, during his darkest time, there was no savior to lend a helping hand, and he had to climb up alone.

He slept under the moon and kept himself warm under the sun. He always said he was going to do something, but he died without doing anything.

A feeling of suffocation surged into Gold's chest, forcing him to sit up. He opened his eyes and wiped his face with his hand, only to find that cold sweat had soaked his entire body without him noticing.

"Is this Saber's memory?"

The bad news is that he dreamed of his Servant again last night, but the good news is that this dream seemed quite normal.

Gold looked around. The tightly closed curtains made it impossible to tell what time it was, and there was no sign of Menechel in his room.

——This guy is out on a date again.

Are they romantic lovers? They had a big fight yesterday and they are together again today.

Gold, who had never been in love, thought maliciously that maybe his date today would have a new one.

He sat on the bed in a daze for a while, until the throbbing in his heart completely subsided, then Gold slowly got out of bed. He had no intention of restricting Saber's actions - that guy had worked hard all his life, and it was about time for him to have his own life.

As he got out of bed, he opened the curtains. The dazzling sunlight shone in from the tall building, causing Gold to squint his eyes. He closed the curtains again and took out the book he had read last night from the neatly arranged bookshelf. As if to confirm his dream, Gold quickly flipped through the pages. Finally, Gold's eyes stopped at a certain part of the page:

"King Arthur killed the rebel general Menechal in the snowy plains of Europe. In addition, he killed hundreds of rebels by himself and returned to the city safely."

"Kill...?"

Feeling an inexplicable resentment, Gold closed the book and stuffed it into his bookshelf.

Just then there was a knock on the door.

"Saber is back?"

This thought only lasted for a few seconds before Gold quickly denied it. That bastard Menechel never knocked on the door when he entered his room, and was even more casual than him, the legitimate owner of the room.

Without thinking too much, Gold opened the door of his room and saw a young man with long blue hair.

"Lord Danic, you?"

Gold said this, subconsciously shifting his gaze, but did not see Lancer next to Danic.

"Is there anything you want me to do?"