The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

"How is Arthur's injury?"

I frowned, and subconsciously glanced at my body-speaking of it, I ignored it because of the busyness of things during this period, and my body seemed to have been free of Altria's influence.

At least this time, if Altria was really injured because of Agolang's assassination, if I still maintain that function, it is impossible that my body will not react at all.

"The specific situation is unclear. In short, the situation on the front line is a bit confusing."

Gajeres punched the wall beside him, "Damn it, the day before yesterday I received news that the king is going to return to Camelot to deal with this rumors after the battle on the front line is over. I know when it will be delayed."

"Although I don't want to say it, this is good news for Camelot now."

After sorting out my thoughts, my lips curled up slightly, "What do you think?"

"Is it good news that Wang is injured?"

Lancelot seemed to be disapproving and curled his eyebrows and looked at me, but Mordred on one side looked indifferent, as if thinking about something.

But... my illusion?

Something seemed to flash past his forehead.

It brought back quite bad memories for me.

"It's not that Arthur's injury is good news, but the deeper meaning of this incident."

Although I knew that Lancelot should be a loyal king, I still felt annoyed and depressed when I heard him questioning him. Si, you take the two of them down to rest first, I still have things to deal with."

"Guiwei, don't you plan to rest for a while? It's rare for anyone to visit here!"

Gajeres almost stared at me, "How long you haven't had a good rest for yourself?! You have only slept for three or four hours a day for the past month or so!"

"I know my body, and it's not time to rest!"

I glared back-are eyes bigger than anyone else?

In a sense, Agolan can be regarded as Morgan's person-although it is not clear whether he is voluntary or controlled-now that he starts to act and prevents Altria from returning to Camelot only represents one thing. Things.

That is Morgan, she is about to start acting, and it must have happened in the last two or three days.

In order to make sure that Merlin and I's plan is foolproof, all the details must be checked again and again.

Now, it is definitely not the time to consider your physical condition.

"...Tsk..."

When Gajeres wanted to say something more, the sudden warning message made his face full of anger, "Damn it, this is the first few times today, and the group of assassins are really full!"

"assassin?"

Lancelot's brows were already completely locked at this time, and he glanced at me subconsciously, "In that case, Gui Wei, go ahead with your business, and these assassins will be solved by us."

Mordred on one side also nodded and held the sword on his waist.

"Well, then I beg you."

Seeing the figures of three people leave the room, I rubbed my temples and reopened the black notebook I used to contact Merlin.

The fish has taken the bait, and the next step is to close the net!

Chapter 58 Abnormal Transformation

By the way, the twelve knights have their own titles.

Lancelot’s is “ruling”, Galahad’s is “eternity”, Bowes is “guardian”, Ramolok is “brilliant”, Gajrez is “jihad”, and Gareth is “ Fighting Souls, Bediwell is "Thunder", Gawain is "Wisdom", Parcival is "Holy Light", Tristan is "Bust", Gerante is "Thorns", and Kay is "Glory" On the other hand, Mordred was deprived of the title "Earth" in the end.

Another: No one really thinks that Gajrez asked for a leave for MM?

Allow me to sigh, Gajeres, Nai’s name is the coffee table!

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——What is the price for the coming of the Holy Grail in exchange?

——No one knows whether it is worth it.

Something is falling apart.

"Well……"

I pressed my left eye because of the sudden pain, and I groaned lowly.

The seemingly distorted world is constantly swaying, and the colors in front of you are squirming and changing like insects.

It looked like it was separated into two and three layers and resetting back and forth. The shaking scene, constantly flickering.

It felt like the boundary between the body and the co-construction was gradually disappearing and distorted, accompanied by the pain of a needle stick in the left eye that seemed to resonate with the space.

The body seems to be filled with lead-heaviness-it is not an illusion caused by a mental disorder, but a physical reality, as if being "stressed".

Then, as if the feeling just now was just my illusion, this uncomfortable feeling disappeared instantly.

But the field of vision still has not recovered.

"..."

Red, vermilion, dark red, deep red...

The world that I have seen in the past, like a nightmare hell, appeared in my eyes.

Yes, it is the eyes.

Obviously, I was still correcting the corresponding documents in the office, and I am still in that office now.

However, everything that the eyes can see, it seems that all the colors have been maliciously extracted by something, leaving only the red tone.

The difference is just the difference between light and dark.

Yes, only the color has changed.

The scenery that I used to see now looks disgusting and ugly like some kind of animal organs.

"!"

There was a fierce pain deep in the left eye that seemed to be pressed against the needle board.

For a moment, there seemed to be an unfamiliar and nostalgic scene pierced into the mind from the left eye-the pain that the eyes seemed to sink into the brain was simply...