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

Chapter 271 Vol.
Mordred was smoking.

She was the first to try this kind of thing that was novel at first glance, and she couldn't help rubbing her hands excitedly.

Since she was summoned to Chaldea, she had seen the handsome Menechel Lancer puffing a cloud of smoke in her mouth, so Mordred must appreciate it today!

She gathered the magic power at her fingertips, carefully took out a cigarette and put it towards her finger, the magic power collided and burst into electric arcs. Fortunately, under Mordred's careful operation, no accident happened to set the room on fire.

bang bang-

There was a knock on the door, and Mordred's hand stopped. She raised her head and looked at the door vigilantly, her eyes narrowed unconsciously. She didn't move, but a brainstorm had already started in her mind: I will come to her at this time , it can’t be the Master—then no matter which knight of the round table it is, there is a risk of informing Menechel.

bang bang-

The knock on the door rang again, shattering Mordred's fantasy of [just knocking on the wrong door].She stared regretfully at the cigarette butt that had just been lit in her hand, crushed it with fists, and was completely reduced to fly ash under the grinding of the magic arc, and put the cigarette case back into her trouser pocket before she stood up.

"Come on, who is it?"

She walked to the door in a few steps, but the impatient expression on her face froze into a dull one the first time she saw the person coming.

Standing at the door was Minechel, who was visiting the descendants of the Knights of the Round Table. Seeing the door open, he turned his head and saw Mordred's dull expression: "What's wrong?"

But as soon as he approached, the familiar smell stimulated Menechel's eyes to concentrate, and the dignified expression flashed across his face, and soon Minechel returned to the original nature.

"Nothing, nothing... Menechel, why are you suddenly free to come to me?" Mordred hurriedly blocked the door, with a flattering smile on his face, obviously he had repeatedly warned himself not to be afraid in his heart, but really When he met Menechel's gentle red eyes, Mordred was inexplicably flustered again.

"It's nothing, I just suddenly realized that there are still you in Chaldea. As a teacher, I usually take too little care of you."

"What do you mean there is still me!"

Menechel's words immediately aroused Mordred's dissatisfaction. She wrinkled her nose and showed an expression of extreme disgust: "Obviously we only met once not long ago, and we went to the control room together."

Menechel naturally remembered that incident, Da Vinci suddenly wanted to test his actual combat for some reason, but the result was nothing more than him, the knight Menechel who slaughtered and ate the dragon, neither The special attack on the dragon does not have the dragon attribute either.

It's just that right now is not the time to discuss this matter, he narrowed his eyes and quickly found the topic: "I just had a fight with Lancelot, only talking about a frontal fight. I am no longer his opponent, and then I am going back to my room to recuperate When it’s time, I’ll drop by to see you.”

While speaking, Menechel was still leaning against the wall of the corridor, and he rarely showed his powerless side in front of others.

"Do you feel old?" Mordred also leaned against the door frame in a similar manner, and the expression on her face softened a little unconsciously: "Really, that's why I said earlier that I can leave some things to you. Me."

"Leave it to you?" Menechel smiled and shook her head.As a teacher, he knows how much this disciple weighs.

To put it simply, Mordred is a knight with extraordinary strength, a little bit of strength and commanding power, and when he competes with Gawain, he is not as good as Lan, let alone the peerless group of Minai who is the pinnacle.

"I will accept your kindness."

The facial contours of the man with a cold face and a look of bitterness and hatred finally softened a little when he said these words, and there was a look of doting in his eyes.He reached into his coat pocket, but only found a pack of shriveled cigarette cases.

Mordred immediately leaned closer, and she glanced at the empty cigarette case, her tone regretful: "It's gone."

"After all, I don't smoke often, I only smoke one when I'm thinking about things." Menechel scratched his head, showing a troubled expression.

He turned to look at Mordred: "Since you want to help me share, would you mind buying something for me?"

Mordred, who had just boasted, was unwilling to refuse even though her face was reluctance. She looked at Minechel aggrievedly, and suddenly stretched out her hand to him angrily: "Give Quantum."

Menechel chuckled, and didn't search like he did when he was dealing with Gao Wen, and directly threw out a bag of Quantum: "5w Quantum, help me buy the same brand."

"That's not enough, this kind needs 6.5w..."

Mordred's voice became smaller and smaller, because she could clearly observe that the doting in the eyes of the teacher in front of him was gradually replaced by a sneer. He took out a cigarette out of thin air from the pocket of his coat, and subconsciously wanted to put it in his mouth. But he glanced at Mordred and crushed the smoke vigorously.

"Why, I learned to smoke."

He raised his chin mockingly, raised one hand and spread it flat in front of Mordred's eyes, and hooked his fingers. Mordred immediately took out a cigarette from his pocket reluctantly, and put his hands carefully on the rice pad. In the palm of Nichelle.

From the beginning to the end, Mordred didn't dare to look up at Menechel.

But what she ushered in was not the scolding she imagined.

"Take it."

A cigarette was handed before her eyes, Mordred subconsciously took it, and looked at Minechel in astonishment.

"Why, do you want me to help you?"

"You?" Mordred hesitated, she wasn't sure if Menechel was going to beat her up justifiably as soon as she smoked.

Menechel weighed the cigarette, he seemed to have noticed Mordred's gaze, and glanced at Mordred again: "Even if I severely reprimanded you, confiscated your cigarette, and even deprived you of your quantum, I believe that you can afford to buy another pack of cigarettes. Mordred, I can't be by your side and take care of you forever."

As soon as Mordred gritted his teeth, he lit up the cigarette, but before she could breathe out the smoke, the smoke rushed out of her mouth and nasal cavity, choking her so much that she couldn't open her eyes.

"Ahem, what is it!" She wiped her face and put the cigarette away in disgust.Menechel took the cigarette butt from her hand, this time Mordred didn't hesitate and simply handed over the cigarette.

She looked at Menechel, and guessed in her heart that he didn't want to finish smoking by himself, did she?

But Menechel just curled up the cigarette butt.

"Aren't you used to it?" This time his smile was sincere.

"How did you endure this smell?" Mordred muttered dissatisfied.

"This is not something you get used to when you grow up." Menechel put the cigarettes he had just confiscated in his pocket, and he straightened up and touched Mordred's head with his unsmoked hand: "Don't imitate I know, when you truly become an adult, you don't need to imitate anyone."

"I'm not a kid anymore!"

"That's right, I'm not welcome anymore."

Mordred paused, her expression aggrieved, she moved away, and after confessing her mistakes to her parents, she could safely put the teacher into the room this time.

"Actually, it's not that independent..."

He messed up Mordred's hair: "I'm not angry, Mordred, you are enough to support your own future, and you don't need me to dictate. It's just..."

Mordred looked up suspiciously.

"Just don't smoke."

　I don't smoke, and I don't advocate smoking. Everything in the book is just for the plot, and there is no bad guidance.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)