I will finally be a partner in justice

"Don't you know how you feel?" Alquette asked.

"Hmm..." Altria nodded.

"There is really no way, then I will help you analyze it."

Elquet pressed Altria's shoulder, pointed to his eyes, and said, "Keep looking at my eyes, don't remove them."

Altria nodded, staring into El Quét’s eyes.

El Quette charmed Altria, and released Altria's inner shackles.

In an instant, the majestic emotion swallowed Altria.

——Morning, Altria, the patrolling town is back.

——From today, you have been restored to female body, knight Altria!

——Al, guess what, what do I have in my hand?food?No, it's a firefly!

——Don't think about always giving, and experience the beauty of the oath to protect yourself.

——What is the use of glory?You are alive and able to feed you, this is my greatest glory!

——Altria, I swear, this is the last time we are hungry!I will exhaust everything I have, and I will never let my people hungry again!I want them all to live well!

Say hello to the boy next door in the morning, the king who is caring about people while traveling with a bright smile, and the strong king who gets through everything at the time of desperation... There are so many memories.

Her treasured memories.

However, the king is only a passer-by in his life after all, and he will leave eventually.

And leave, never see again.

Perceiving this, Altria, who was opened by the enchanting eyes, could no longer control the emotions in her chest, and tears flowed down.

This made Elquet panicked and asked in a panic: "That...that, did I do bad things? That...I'm sorry, please don't cry."

"I don't want to cry...I don't want to cry...I can't help it...I don't want the king to leave..."

Altoria burst into tears, and the emotions that had been suppressed for more than ten years came out all at once.

Chapter 137 Don't hide something from me [third more]

After wiping away the tears, he left El Quette, and Altria walked to Morgan's magic workshop.

After hesitating for a moment, Altria walked in.

Morgan was preparing potions, looked up at Altria, and asked, "What are you doing here with me?"

"I……"

"Why? Do you want to talk harshly to me?" Morgan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No...it's not..." Altria waved her hand quickly.

"Huh. You're not, but I am!" Morgan stretched out his slender fingers, pointed at Altria's face, and said, "My stupid sister, I-- Morgan Lefy, tell you, the throne, I want to decide Up!"

"I...I don't want to fight with you, sister..." Altria said in trouble.

"Huh. Who knows." Morgan lowered his head and continued to make his own potion.

A faint, seductive fragrance spread from the potion, and she poured the potion into the stored reagent drop by drop.

"What is this?" Altria asked, pointing to these potions.

"A powerful version of mystery·soul·magic·medicine." Morgan said naturally.

Altria asked troubledly: "Why are these things prepared?"

"Does this still need to be asked? Of course it is for the king." Morgan said.

"Why use such a thing to the king?" Altria asked.

"Of course it is to get the king's blood!" Morgan said naturally: "Although the king promised to return the throne to Pendragon, who knows whether the king will repent halfway? If he gets the king's heir, even if the king repents, In the end, it must be inherited by the children. In this way, the throne will belong to Pendragon 100%."

"There is no need to do such superfluous things. The king has never been greedy for the throne and kingship." Altria said.

"Hmm--, power is the most likely to corrupt people's hearts. This is the case now, who knows in the future." Morgan turned his head, making her face invisible, but his tone was hard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, let me go! Let me go! You witch! Isn't he the king of the noble knight? He should also be the noble knight. Guy, come see me!"

The limbs on the side were tied up with mithril wires, and the white mouse hanging in the air struggled to shout.

Morgan reached out and grabbed one of its beards, pulled it out with a slight force.

"Wow! It hurts--, damn witch! How can you treat me like this? I am the most beautiful mouse in the world!"

Morgan took out a thin iron whip and beat the white mouse.

"Woo, hoo!"

The white mouse screamed non-stop.

Morgan stopped his hand, smiled softly, and said, "I heard that you have extraordinary wisdom. Come—, tell me, how can I make the king drink this potion?

"I'm a big devil, I won't give in!" the white mouse shouted.

"Huh?" Morgan's face went cold.

"Need...it takes time to think...no...don't be so nervous...a good solution takes time."

"Yeah." Morgan nodded, and renewed his sunny smile.

Turning his head to see, Altria had disappeared.

"Have you left? Humph. My stupid sister, won't even let go of harsh words? I'm going to decide the throne!"

"what--"

"Why do you feel that the number of potions is one less?"

Morgan counted and felt that the number was right.

Her mathematics was not good at all. Although Wang taught basic mathematics, she just didn't learn it.

"Is it eighteen or nineteen?"

Morgan gave up thinking about it. This kind of question is totally meaningless. She doesn't even care about the quantity. What she needs to care about is how to let the king drink it.