The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

"No, this is just a fact that has already been determined. You know Xiaobai, the so-called'chivalry', probably only at this point can I be satisfied."

I patted Xiaobai's head and smiled, "The situation in London now is actually a game of chess."

{If it is a chess game, whose chess game is you against?

"Well... who knows?"

I shrugged.

{cut!

Xiaobai turned around very simply, and scorned me with his butt.

When I raised my eyebrows and was thinking about what to say, a few sparrows flew into the room from the window and landed on my shoulders.

Perceiving the messages they conveyed to me, my originally depressed mood instantly improved.

"Is that so? I know, thank you!"

{Why, planning to go out?

"Oh, yes."

After getting up from the bed and moving my limbs, I smiled and responded, "It's just going to pick up a friend."

Chapter Eighteen Old Acquaintances

So the Knights of the Round Table appeared one after another and began to enter the Sword in the Stone incident.

In my settings, Bose said that it sounds good and is a martial idiot, and that white spot is a passion-it is a completely different type from Lancelot.

Having said that, I feel that Xiao Lanhua is completely infamous in this chapter... Is it true that the passerby attributes are playing a role?

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——In this world, say it is big or not, say it is small.

——Meeting and acquaintance is "fate".

With the guidance of Sparrow, I easily found the person I was looking for.

And what should I say?

The person I was looking for was quite conspicuous even in the vast crowds of people—that is, the kind of feeling that can be identified at a glance even if they are far apart.

That kind of warm and jade breath is something that others can't imitate.

It’s just that the timing of my arrival is a bit unlucky...

After standing still, I looked from a distance at the figure standing on the side of the station, smiling and talking to the people around me. For a while, I started to hesitate about whether I should come forward and say hello.

Just when I stopped, the man suddenly turned his face and looked at me.

?!He found me coming?

I was stunned for a moment, and when I was wondering if it was a coincidence, I saw him show a gentle smile at me and waved to me-obviously to beckon me over.

Now that I have been invited, no hesitation is obviously not in line with my character.

"Good afternoon. Should I say it's been a long time?"

As I walked over, I greeted generously, "Lancelot, why are you here now?"

Excluding the time delay on the road because of Altria, I have lived in London for three or four days.

"Because something happened on the road, it was delayed for two days."

Lancelot explained with a smile, and then pointed to the man in the same knight costume standing next to him, "This is my cousin, Bors De Ganis, I He came with him. Bowes, this is the friend I mentioned to you, Gawain."

"..."

When he saw me, that person was obviously taken aback, but he still naturally bowed to salute, "It's an honor to know you."

He has beautiful long straight chestnut hair and clear emeralds.If you look closely at the outline of the facial features, you can vaguely see that the lines are a bit similar to Lancelot.

He is a little shorter than Lancelot, but he is definitely over one and eighty-five meters tall. He wears a red cloak, and on the front is a crest representing the family.

That is the emblem of the brother of King Ban, who represents Ben Occo, the family emblem of King Bowes in Gaul.

Shouldn't it be said that it is all effortless?

I was still having a headache about how to contact the king's forces to confirm the opponent's position and thoughts. Now this opportunity for close contact is here.

"It's an honor to meet you."

After retracting a lot of his gaze, I politely responded, and then turned to Lancelot, "It might be a bit impolite to say it, Lancelot, you said..."

"Well, I thought I was an orphan."

Lancelot obviously knew what I didn’t say, and smiled a little embarrassedly. “It’s just when on the road, because I couldn’t understand it, I took care of my business, and I met Bowes Cousin, and then confirmed my blood relationship through magic testing. I am the second son of the current king who disappeared years ago."

"In other words, Lancelot is actually a prince?"

Even though I was mentally prepared when I heard Lancelot’s introduction before, when I heard him admit it, the corner of my eye still jumped, "It’s from France, Ben Oak’s class king. son?"

"Yes."

Lancelot grabbed his hair and looked at me a little shyly, "To be honest, I never thought it would be like this myself. Prince or something, it's not real."

"That's right. Lancelot is not so much a prince, but a knight would be more suitable."

After some absent-minded attachment, I rubbed my temples to clear out the messy thoughts that were wandering in my mind.

"I also think the life of traveling around is more suitable for me."

Nodding seriously, Lancelot looked at me, "Gavin, you really know what I think."

"Hehe, I just guessed it!"

A drop of sweat instantly dripped from the back of my head, and I turned my eyes away and changed the subject, "Speaking of which, you don't seem to have many people this time. Is it because of the local war?"

"?"

Lancelot looked at me and blinked, with a baffling expression, "What kind of local war?"

"Aren't King Ban and King Bowes now fighting Claudius in France? Lancelot, don't you know?"