The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

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Looking at some of the miscellaneous fish that were still clamoring for me to leave the passing money, I narrowed my eyes slightly, and the spear was already in my hand the next moment: "Excuse me, my money is useful. If you want to get it, you have to show some real skills."

I know I'm so angry for this kind of little guy, I don't know.

But who makes my mood at this moment really not bad at all?

{I really feel sad for these guys, catching the fat sheep and catching the wolf wearing sheep's clothing.}

Someone spit out in the cool wind.

Glancing at it for nothing, I let go of the hand holding the rein and stepped forward slowly: "Sa, let me see if you have the qualifications to grab something from my hand."

I admit that I'm angering, but... forget it.

The weak do not have human rights.

That's right.

The low-ranking ones provoke the high-ranking ones, and they must have the consciousness to calm the anger of the high-ranking ones with their own sacrifices.

Quite reasonable.

The eagerness to prove one's class with the blood of others is a desire that cannot be contained by oneself, without control.

Yes, because that is instinct.

Follow one's own instincts and chase happiness, no one can say wrong.

That's it.

Squinting my eyes slightly, I lowered my body, showing a slight smile.

The crime of provoking me in an unhappy mood is very serious!

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"..."

The slight dizziness in my mind made me shake my head.

Strange, I just...

Before I had time to sort out my thoughts, the bloody breath that leaped into my nose made me sneeze, and after all, I recovered.

"!"

After looking around, he was sure that there were corpses lying all over the area around him as the center of the circle—the robber who had just prepared to rob.

Eyebrows, throat, heart.

Completely, hit a fatal wound at the vital point.

I am...

I recalled it carefully, but there was no memory of fighting just now. This feeling of being close to losing control made me frown.

How is this going?

Obviously, even if he was unhappy before, he couldn't be so cruel against someone who was not as strong as him.

"Papa."

At this time, the sudden applause made me look at the sound's origin with caution, and then stunned.

When did that guy show up?How could I not feel it?

The person who is leaning on the trunk of the road and applauding has short iron-gray hair and a black eye mask embroidered with a skull that covers his left eye. The exposed right eye is a very common sapphire blue. color.

Although not as good as Lancelot, his appearance should be considered very good, and his height is estimated to be about 1.8 to 1.9 meters.Wearing a set of fitted brown leather soft armor, the weapons hanging from the waist turned out to be... a pair of split spunlaces.(Tianyin: It's the kind of weapon with the trident removed only the head of the long pole at the back.)

The so-called "one-inch short-term insurance" would use this short weapon and wear a leather armor that does not affect the action. It is conceivable that this person's combat method will be close speed type.

"who are you?"

Because I didn't feel the hostility, I also temporarily put away my weapon and looked at him.

"Originally, just to pass the time, I took on the task of looking for the escaped princess, but I didn't expect to see such a good show on the way."

Without directly answering my question, the man stood up and walked towards me slowly, "One hit kills. There is no extra action at all. The marksmanship that exists only for killing is unexpectedly simple and neat. Well...or, is this the last kindness you give to these incompetent?"

"It's really inexplicable."

Frowning, instinctively not wanting to make more contact with this man, I turned to my side and gave a whistle, greeted Xiaobai to bring the horse over to leave this ghost place.

I really care about the blank space in my memory-according to common sense, apart from the past, I can’t and shouldn’t have this completely incoherent memory. After all, it’s all combat experience. !

"Ahhhh, it seems that the young lady with excellent strength is angry."

The man curled his lips slightly and bowed himself in a salute, "Then, please allow me to introduce myself."

"My name is Percivale and I belong to the Knights of the Round Table."

"..."

Okay, for a moment, my expression went blank--or rather, I don’t know what to do. "Has the Knights of the Round Table been established? How many people have been identified now?"

Was it established when I was out with Lancelot?

If Merlin had a plan, why would I have to deal with those things?!

"Unexpectedly, you know this too."

The expression on Parcival's face at the moment can be described as "playful". He stepped forward two steps and approached me, "In this case, I am really more and more curious about your identity, Miss. "

"Who I am has nothing to do with you."

To be honest, at that moment, the figure that emerged in my mind was the guy "Gajrez"-not because of anything else, but the cowherd tone is really...too similar Up.

"I have already given my name, so it would be too unsympathetic for the young lady to refuse so?"

"When it's time for you to know, naturally you will know."

I frowned and retreated from his side, and a neat backflip fell on the horse's back. "I will trouble you to clean up here and leave."

After speaking, I greeted Xiaobai and rushed to the destination immediately.

I don't know if Lancelot has adjusted his mood now, or it is better to go to the meeting point as soon as possible and wait for him.