The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Thank you anyhow?

--bad.

Well, thanks for the compliment.

——I'm not complimenting you, bastard!

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The dirty child was asked by Parcival to wash it up and was thrown into my room after the innkeeper was cleaned. But how can I describe the scene before me?

I propped my chin and looked at the child who was still lying unconscious in the bed, thinking.

——With a blink of an eye, the old hen becomes a duck?

Although it is not very appropriate, it is almost the same.

After the dirty child was washed, he revealed a gentle, light blond hair like moonlight. Although there were bruises and scars on his little face, it could not hide the delicate outline-how should I put it? ?He is a boy who can be described as "beautiful".

But...Is it my illusion or something else. I always feel that the outline of this child's facial features seems a bit familiar.

Forget it, that's not something I should care about anyway.

Thinking about this, I put my hand on the child's forehead and whispered: "Θεραπεία." (Tianyin: Greek, healing.)

The soft green light enveloped the boy's whole body, and the scars that were originally visible bone began to heal slowly.

However, as the wound healed, the consumption of magic power gradually increased.

After all, even if Lancelot and I were injured in the past, it was just a few small wounds, and when we were playing with Gajeres Gawain, we also pointed out that we have never played a heavy hand, let alone get it like this kid now The whole body was hurt.

As for the guy Parcival, he hasn’t been there since he threw the kid to the inn. The ghost knows where he went-but judging from the behavior of the innkeeper’s delivery bucket, he should be very likely. I went to take a bath.

"..."

When the treatment was over, the child also slowly opened his eyes.

It was a pair of eyes with slightly raised tips, and the color was also very beautiful emerald green-but again, the familiar feeling became more obvious.

As if he hadn't figured out the current situation, the child blinked and stared at me for a long time before he shrank back as if frightened, and stretched out his hand to cover his face. His eyes were flustered and looked around as if looking for something.

"Are you looking for this?"

I pointed to the one that was brought in by the proprietress with spare clothes. Obviously, it should be the one that was brought on the little guy's face. It was a white mask that could block the lower half of the face and had a throat.

I can feel it covered with a faint magic wave, but I haven't had time to study the specific function.

So the next moment the child jumped out of the bed immediately, but because of his physical weakness, he fell directly to the ground-according to that posture, if it fell down, it is estimated that his nose should be scrapped.

With a sigh, I caught the little devil, and then reached out and took the mask to him. Watching him put the mask on very quickly, I also raised a question in my heart-the mask obviously cannot be In the "mouth" part, how will this child eat in the future?

And, strangely, while holding the child and touching his skin, I felt the magic in my body as if...

decreased?

"Sorry."

After putting on the mask, the child immediately retracted his body to avoid my touch, "Please don't touch me."

Very special sound, a bit similar to the mechanical sound of metal synthesis.

So I suddenly realized that the magic wave on this mask was for this kind of thing.

"I know."

I nodded, and didn’t ask if the boy is really a mute who needs magic props to speak as I thought. I just changed the subject, "Mind telling me your name? Seeing you, it should not be Is it a tramp?"

"..."

The clean emerald green eyes blinked, and the boy who seemed to be hesitating did not answer my question.

Just when I was wondering if I should introduce myself, the door of the room suddenly opened-Parcival was standing outside.

"Something?"

I patted the little boy who seemed to be frightened and trembling. I turned my head and looked at him dissatisfied.

Then there was a sudden pain in the left eye, and he subconsciously held it down.

There was also Percival who raised his hand, but it was his blind eye that he held down.

"If I were you, I would never approach this kid."

Parcival's voice sounded cold, "Neither you nor Sir Lancelot, why can you pick up this kind of existence shrouded in dense black mist and blood?"

"your eyes……"

Without paying attention to what he said, my gaze fell on Parcival's blindfold, "Really?"

I didn't say what it was, but I believe Percival knows what I mean.

And it seems to be higher than my "real magic eye" level.

"Huh, it's just cursed eyes. I don't want this kind of burdensome timelessness."

After snorting, Percival turned around: "I'm here to inform you that Sir Lancelot is back, and he is also bringing my mission objectives this time."

"?" What do you mean?

Although I was puzzled by Percival's remarks, after I walked out of the room and went downstairs, I understood what he meant.

"Hello, I am Elaine, the daughter of the Fisher King."

In the hall, a blue-eyed girl with big golden wavy long curly hair who looked as delicate as a doll smiled decently and reservedly, "Because of the help of Sir Lancelot, I was able to escape, so I thought no matter what. Thank you all. Nice to meet you, Your Excellency Guiwei."

After blinking, I looked at her and then at Lancelot, who was expressionless at the moment.

So, without knowing why, I suddenly felt a little tight in my chest.

Chapter 43: Growing from the Same Root

——I know that reality is not a fairy tale.but……

——Script mother, don’t you really think the direction of this story is getting more and more weird?

Elaine should like Lancelot.