The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Blinking his eyes, Mordred moved his gaze to the notebook in my hand, then tilted his head.

"You can't understand the current one in my hand. Can you help me get the luggage in the room?"

Taking into account the shameful ghostly handwriting in the notebook in my hand that only me and Merlin can recognize, I calmly diverted Mordred's attention.

So Mordred stood up in the next second, bowed slightly to me, turned and ran away.

And my gaze also turned to the other side: "Is it enough after watching the scene for so long?"

"No matter how many times I watched it, I think you get along with this kid is amazing."

Parcival walked out from the corner of the house beside him, with a thoughtful expression on his face, "I didn't hear him at all. How did you tell what he wanted to say?"

I glanced at him diagonally: "Why should I tell you?"

"That... don't you need to be so repulsive to me?"

Touching his nose, Percival looked helpless, "I don't remember what I did to provoke you?"

"Human... you need self-knowledge."

I raised my eyebrows and didn't even bother to lose my eyes.

What provoke me?

It's very simple. Not doing business all day long just dangles in front of my eyes, which greatly hinders me.

If you remember correctly, shouldn't your task be to escort the princess of a certain country named "Ilianan" to Camelot?

It’s already a negligence of your job to lose this princess and let Lancelot take it back. But now you still have to make up for it and still drag the schedule all day long. Even taking Lancelot and me here can’t be fast. So you still think you are right?

"..."

Parcival was obviously choked by my words, and the blue veins in the forehead jumped, but forced to bear it down and did not happen. "I said your Royal Highness, what are you dissatisfied with me?"

"I'm completely desperate for your mind. Where is the dissatisfaction?"

I said in a serious tone.

Then I looked at someone with his head full of red crossroads, jumping with joy.

At this time, Mordred had already dragged the duffel bag I had put in the room and ran over, because he was running a little rush, his face was completely red.

"Thank you."

I smiled and patted Mordred on the shoulder. I took off my duffel bag, and then I picked two biographical novels from them and handed them to him, "You will not read books about alchemy for now. Just take a look at these two books and relax."

He held the book in his arms and nodded vigorously, Mordred was very cunning and looked in private as if he was looking for a place to read.

"Just sit here, just in time I am ready to move my muscles and bones."

Standing up, I stretched my waist and gave Mordred the place where I was sitting before looking at Parcival.

"……I said……"

Parcival is already full of black lines at this moment, "You are also a little bit reserved, okay?"

"Sorry, I'm like this."

Shrugging, I looked at Parcival half provocatively, "Don't you want to know what I am dissatisfied with? I will tell you if I win."

"Okay, that's what you said. Don't make a mistake if you lose."

So someone immediately took the bait unsurprisingly—of course, the possibility of getting caught in his arms was not ruled out.

"Hmph, I don't know who will lose in the end!"

I snorted, and then turned my head slightly to meet Mordred's blue eyes, which raised his head to look at me.

Seeing the worry in his eyes, I gently bent down and smiled at him: "Little Maude, if you feel interested, you can watch it! See how my sister fixes this cyclops."

"..."

After tilting his head to think about it, Mordred's eyes bent, and he squeezed his left fist and made a "come on" movement.

"Okay, I got your cheer!"

I patted his little head, and I instantly realized my silver gun, and then turned around and waved my hand. After holding Parcival's weapon with one hand in time, the wave was a throwing knife.

"Yes, I'm smarter..."

Ru Zi can teach you even knowing that you are going to attack.

"I have been taught so many times by you'personally', and you won't be able to learn that it is not a fool but a mentally retarded one."

Someone gritted his teeth there.

"So you are beginning to be conscious. I think you have no brains at all."

Turning around the elbow and opening his weapon with the end of the gun body, I raised my eyebrows and leaned back and kicked him directly on his chest. Then I pulled the distance away, "Cyclops, take off the blindfold—— Your current strength is too weak, it is meaningless to fight."

"I have said so many times, don't call me a cyclops!"

Parcival glared at me fiercely, then raised his hand and put on his blindfold, "Since you strongly requested, I will call that guy out, don't regret it."

"I'm afraid you won't make it."

I raised my eyebrows and looked back without showing weakness, "Don't forget how many times have you let the guy out along the way, and which one was not beaten back by me?"

While speaking, Parcival had lifted the blindfold, revealing the strangely colored golden-green eye that was behind the blindfold.

"I didn't expect to be able to come out so soon this time."

With both arms in hand, he bowed slightly, and Parcival's face showed a completely different look from before. It can even be described as "innocent", "Thank you, Guinevere."

"No thanks, I would rather get along with you than that hypocritical guy."

I shrugged, and after playing a spear, the tip of the silver gun pointed at him obliquely, "Since I have come out, how about a good fight with me?"

"Lancelot is entangled again? He is really popular."

After looking around, Percival turned his gaze to me again, "Otherwise, I really want to fight him."

"I'll talk if you win first."

I waved my hand as a throwing knife, but Parcival had avoided the angle of my throwing knife the moment I raised my hand.

"Yeah, Guinevere, have you forgotten? The sneak attack doesn't work for me."