The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Over there, Lancelot, who had already ended the battle with Ramorock, came over, took a towel and wiped the sweat from his head.

"Who told me to only watch you fight? This is really boring."

Throwing the water bag beside me, I grumbled with my mouth.

"You just have a little peace of mind. The sudden fall last time really scared us all."

Gareth, who has been silent as a background, handed over a stack of books, "If you are bored, you can read a book, or you can sleep."

"Ding jingle, you will sleep for me!"

I just rolled my eyes.

"I can't sleep, but there is obviously one over there."

As a result, Ramolok actually inserted a sentence in, and at the same time kindly raised his finger to understand the direction.

So I looked in the direction of his fingers, and I was sure that several veins popped out of my forehead in an instant.

"Gawain, you bastard, I asked you to go under the shade of the tree to help you stare at Gajeres and don't be lazy, not to let you sleep there!"

He directly summoned the dragon’s tongue and shot it with an arrow, so I successfully saw a bastard who was sleeping on a branch. After a subconscious dodge action, he directly planted a somersault from the tree, and then was in the same position under the tree. Gajerez, who had lost his thoughts and had not come to avoid it, rolled into a ball, crying in pain there.

This guy, Gawain, was definitely broken by Gajeres recently. Once Ramolok focused on martial arts training and he had no time to worry about it, he started to be lazy. It was really not worthy of sympathy.

"These two people have been absolutely lazy these days, and they can't even deal with sudden situations of this degree."

There is a familiar smile on Ramorock’s face, but the background behind him is absolute black clouds and dreadful winds-so this strong contrast makes me very rare to sympathize with those two catastrophes. Self-aware idiot.

"By the way, Gui Wei."

Just as I was gloating for another review, Lancelot suddenly spoke.

"Huh? What's the matter?"

I turned my face to look at him.

"You and Gawain..."

"Sir Lancelot."

But when Lancelot was halfway through his words, he was interrupted by the attendant who hurried towards the martial arts ground, "Great, so you are here."

"May I have something to do?"

Although the words were cut off, Lancelot's self-cultivation was obviously very good, and there was no sign of anger at all, "Don't worry, please speak slowly."

"Mr. Merlin has something to ask you to come over."

Under Lancelot's gaze, the attendant's face instantly blushed, "Sorry to interrupt your training."

"It's okay, it just happens that I'm over here."

After looking at me quickly, the gentle smile on Lancelot's face didn't go out of shape at all, "Excuse me, please let me know, I will pass soon."

"Ah, good, good."

After saying this, the little attendant ran away with a blushing face--well, should I sigh, is Lancelot's charm really a homicide?

"Since Merlin is looking for you, then you go quickly. Although that guy has never done anything good looking for someone."

I shrugged and said that I didn't care. "By the way, what did you just want to ask?"

Me and Gawain...what happened?

"It's just a little thing."

As if giving up something, Lancelot shook his head, "It doesn't matter if you don't ask, I'll leave first."

"Well, go go go."

Seeing him saying so, I didn’t ask, “Hey, Lancelow...well, I’ll just call you'Lance' in the future-your real name is too long. When you come back, I will play with me. Field, how?"

"Okay. It also saves you from moving and feeling like your body is about to rust."

A smile appeared in Cang Bing's eyes, who was watching me, and Lancelot nodded, turned and left.

"Hey! Lance, what do you mean by that? I only want to find someone to compete with me because I'm bored. Don't you think I will panic if I don't find someone to fight, OK?!"

And I yelled at his back angrily because of the meaning of his words.

——You admit it was a "fight"?

It's a discussion!Discuss!

——To put it bluntly, it means fighting.Violent woman.

Hey, I'm familiar with it, I will sue you for slander if you talk nonsense!

——To become angry?

Fuck you, you are so angry!

"His Royal Highness."

Just when I sat back and smiled and received the file information that was just delivered from Gareth’s hand, while watching Ramorock foaming at the mouth of Gawain and Gajrez chasing him down, Myranget trot over with a ugly expression.

"Melangut? What's the matter?"

Seeing his face, I intuitively felt that something had happened, closed the file in my hand and looked at him.

"It's the king who is looking for you."

After a slight pause, Mylangert added, "Looking at the king's appearance, he is in a bad mood. Please be careful."

"Well, is that so? I see."

======================= I am the dividing line for switching scenes=================

"Guinevere Leonde Galanz!"

I was thinking about what Altria would be eager to find me because of-after all, since these days, the battle of the Bassa River and the Celiton Woods ended with her victory, and about her mother, I It was also resolved smoothly through a knight's duel under the auspices of the Archbishop of Canterbury. She really had nothing to worry about.

But as soon as I entered the room, I heard Altria's obviously frustrated voice.

And she still shouted with her first name and last name—this was a sign that she was extremely angry.

"My name now is Guinevere Pandagon, your wife. Please don't forget this."