The immortal death knight failed to achieve the ending of the heroic spirit

Chapter 197 VOL
Chess is said to have originated from the sand table deduction in the Warring States Period of China.

As a knight leading the war, there is no reason not to try it in Chaldea, where supplies are abundant. Therefore, with the lofty ideal of freeing his best friends from the virtual game environment, Menechel took the borrowed chess and played it. broke into Gawain's room.

It's just a pity that chess is only suitable for two-person duels after all. If there is only one opponent, Menechel thinks that it will be difficult for him to cheer up.

So it is understandable to fall into a slight disadvantage.

He quietly raised his eyes to look at Gao Wen, only to find that this guy was staring at the chessboard without blinking, leaving no chance for Menechel to regret his move.

'It's just a game, but it's so serious. '

Thinking indignantly in her heart, Menechel took a step indiscriminately.Gao Wen was not in a hurry to take the next step. He fiddled with his chess pieces and asked, "Why did you suddenly want to play a board game today, where is your sister?"

A few days ago, Menechel, who quit her internet addiction, has been inseparable from Avril. Whenever Gawain gets close, he will face a frost-like gaze, so much so that he even wants to talk to Minechel about the new game plan. nothing.

"For some reason today, Avril was evasive early in the morning, and I found out that she went to the training ground to practice after asking Galahad." Minechel was easily distracted, talking about his long With a long sigh: "Really, rely on me more."

"If Sir Lancelot hears you calling Sir Matthew that way, he will definitely fight you regardless."

"The spirit bases are all the same anyway." Menechel muttered, his eyes gradually becoming sharper: "Speaking of which, Gao Wen, do you really think that little girl is qualified to stand on the round table, or is it a calamity?" seat."

"I know, I know, you can't stand the junior who has taken your position." Gawain moved the chess piece forward one square, and directly cast the "General" method on Minechel, and he raised his head to look at Minechel you.

The first knight, Menechel, is not a knight of the round table.Even the round table was established after his death. Although he was identified as a traitor, the king still reserved his seat in the round table, which is the seat of disaster in Galahad, considering his achievements.

On the other hand, Menechel's life is extraordinary, and no one can accompany him—even Gawain, who is his best friend, only understands this loneliness when he looks back on his life after becoming a heroic spirit.

"I'm not talking about this, my dissatisfaction with Galahad will not be transferred to that little girl." Minechel watched the chess game, and her face darkened: "I just simply think that she is too weak."

"Learning to be selfish and cruel is the first step to becoming stronger."

After the words fell, Menechel gave up his last "horse" to save his "general".

Gawain didn't speak. He had expected Menechel to play chess like this, and followed up with a "cannon" like a whirlwind.

Cold sweat instantly formed on Menechel's forehead.

Gawain raised his face, his gentle eyes were full of murderous sharpness, he opened his mouth and let out a cold voice declaring the murder of the thief: "Menechel, general."

"Bullshit!"

Menechel glanced left and right, finally gritted his teeth and moved the "will" that symbolized himself to one side.

Gao Wen stared at his opponent's last dying struggle with disdain, but he also had a reason why he couldn't lose - for my king, he had already exhausted all his savings, so only by defeating Menechel, could he get the untasteful experience he hadn't tasted for a long time drinks.

What's more, the drinks obtained from [Defeating Menechel] are as delicious as the epic level of [Kai's initiative to entertain].

He moved the "pawn" ruthlessly, and the black "general" was forcefully pushed off the stage of history.

But before Gao Wen showed a victorious smile, a huge force forcefully pushed his "pawn" away.

"Don't get complacent too early."

Menechel raised his head, his eyes were filled with flames that belonged to unyielding fighters.

Gawain looked at this look, and showed a gratified smile as if he had met his opponent - that's right, that's the expression, only if you refuse to admit defeat, I can drink you a few more times!
Whether it's two wins in three games, or three wins in five games, he will never refuse!

Menechel looked at Gawain with a serious expression, and he said every single word: "Your 'soldier' ​​can't hurt me at all. "

"what!"

Gao Wen seemed to have suddenly remembered something, and his expression became ugly.

"That's right, this "general" is the projection of my life, how can it be defeated by a nobody under your command. "

Speaking of which, Menechel took Gawain's "soldier" and said solemnly: "It should be your soldier who tried to assassinate, but I killed him instead."

——There are such shameless people in the world!
Gao Wen took a deep breath, but he was not an ordinary person.

He looked into Menechel's eyes again, and saw the look of pleading in it—obviously, this was also a person with a lot of money, trying to use the stud method to solve his food and clothing.

—Forgive me, just this once.

'Miss Menechel, you are right, learning to be selfish and cruel is indeed the first step to becoming stronger! '

Gao Wen closed his eyes hard, and when he opened them again, all humanity had been wiped out.

"Why did Menechel say that? I never said that the "handsome" on my side is me. I'm just a strategist who leads the entire battle. How dare I be king? "

Gao Wen's face turned serious, and he pressed his "handsome" with his free finger, and the body of the chess, which originally only had monotonous Chinese characters, was covered by a small silhouette sticker.

Menechel looked intently, and couldn't help but turn pale in shock, seeing the petite blond girl in the silhouette looking at her with a bright smile.

"What! Could this be..."

Menechel was so excited that he even slapped the table and stood up. His pupils kept trembling, as if he had finally found the prey in the hunter's trap.

"That's right! Menechel, it's not me who is fighting you, but the entire Camelot." Gawain also stood up, and he stretched out a finger to point at Menechel with the mighty force of guarding the city gate. His voice carried the consciousness of victory: "And you, my friend, you are the weak one!"

Menechel stared at the plate full of red chess pieces, only to feel that the ordinary chess pieces were gradually distorted. Looking again, the small chess pieces had turned into the figures of Gawain Lancelot and even Tristan, standing at the front and smiling. It was the elegant girl with a gentle smile who was staring at me at the back. The girl stretched out a hand to him.

—Aren't you coming?

In a trance, such a voice came from his ear, and Menechel's body slumped on the chair, and the invincible Dao Heart shattered.

"Yes... I lost."

Menechel moved the projection representing himself to the side of Mordred, the unknown soldier who had just failed to assassinate and was counter-killed.

"It's just a move away."

Gawain shook his head to clean up the mess.

And at the end of the matter, Minechel borrowed money from her sister in a low voice to pay for the drink.

　Jianmi's spiritual base is nineteen or twenty years old. In the past, he was suppressed by the strongest and mission. In the relaxed Chaldea, Minai who cut off all the shackles will be so happy , but only limited to acquaintances, only in front of Gao Wen and other relatives and friends, he will reveal the childishness that does not belong to the majesty and identity of the first knight. This is the innocence that belongs to Jianmi alone.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)