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

Chapter 272 Vol. This man is no less courageous than the first knight JPG.
"What happened after you died? Why do you suddenly want to ask this?"

Mordred showed extremely exaggerated doubts. She subconsciously wanted to sit cross-legged, but at the last moment, she obediently knelt on the ground under Menechel's gaze.

"As a teacher, you have to care about your students' achievements, right?"

In fact, it was not the case. He suddenly thought that the reason for coming to Mordred was nothing more than the selection of the Knights of the Round Table that he suddenly mentioned while drinking with Gawain.

He looked at Mordred in front of him, and recalled the grand occasion of the selection that Gawain had said.

At that time, which knights of Camelot were eligible to become the Knights of the Round Table had already been well known, and the so-called selection was just to stop other people's mouths, so as to avoid being said that King Arthur was nepotism.

But on the first day of selection, nothing unexpected happened.A knight in red armor and beast armor walked into the capital with a big sword on her head. With amazing strength and martial arts, she won one powerful knight after another. Even the prestigious knights were not one of her own. enemy.

According to Gao Wen, it was a beast-like fighting style that did not conform to the aesthetics of knights. People who fought with that raging posture like a ghost made him think in an instant that the red-armored knight in front of him was Minai. Cher's delusions.

Others were even more unbearable. Among them, there were many old knights who had seen Menechel's fighting style. Almost every knight participating in the selection was fully on guard, and there were also a few knights who wanted to step forward to win the battle. This spoiler, but all these things were stopped by the king.

Wang's tone was very calm at that time, and she said very little: "I personally killed the first knight, this is not him."

Gao Wen didn't know what kind of mood the king was in when he said these words, but those words did make the restless king calm down again.

This also gave Mordred a chance to fight to the end.

She was carrying the sword, standing among the knights who had been beaten to the ground by her, and Mordred called out his name loudly.

She almost said in a tone of gnashed teeth: "My name is Mordred, the only disciple of the First Knight."

It was Kai who first recognized Mordred's status as a Knight of the Round Table, and then Gawain and Lanmark also agreed.There were many voices of dissent among them, but when the king also recognized Mordred as a member of the glorious round table, these voices disappeared.

In a resolute way, she took the teacher's name to participate in the knight ceremony that the teacher could not catch up with in the future.

"Tell me about what happened after you became a Knight of the Round Table."

"Well, what did you say all of a sudden..." Mordred dodged her eyes for a moment, but then she puffed out her chest proudly: "After that, I also became a well-known knight. They Everyone said, I have your demeanor."

"My demeanor? Doesn't it insult my reputation?"

"It's not like that." Mordred shook her head vigorously, and she made a gesture of showing off her muscles: "Whether it's the citizens of Camelot or the enemies, when they see me, they will say [be careful! , Knight Mordred's martial arts are comparable to her teacher, and a few years later, he will be the second Menechel]."

Listening to the answer, Menechel couldn't help but fell silent. He always felt that he had heard too many similar comments recently...

First, Lancelot, who was not inferior to him in bravery, and then Gawain, who was not inferior to him in courage—was he actually used as the basic unit to measure the combat power of knights after his death?
"And after that?"

He continued to question unwillingly.

"After that, nothing seemed to happen, and then, I started revenge."

The air in the room became quiet.

Mordred was a little afraid to look at Menechel, she lowered her head and pretended to be attracted by her toes.Although her "revenge" was to help Minechel to avenge her shame, in the end she made Minechel's reputation as a traitor.

"Look, it turns out that rebels can only breed rebels.", "It's really scary, even the king's own son can be bewitched."

Every time he heard such remarks, Mordred couldn't help tearing the person who said them apart.

Such emotions piled up in her chest, making her feel ashamed for no reason every time she saw Menechelle. She could get along with Menechelle in a playful way every time, but her fear Bit by bit, it ate into Mordred's heart.

She lowered her head, ready to accept Menechel's reprimand.

But the imaginary reprimand did not come, and a warm and generous hand was attached to her head. Because the hand that held the weapon all the year round was not soft but rather rough.Unlike the previous kind of rudely ruffling her long hair like a cat, the palm of his hand gently touched Mordred's golden hair, like a father comforting a child who has done something wrong: "I must be very tired, Lived my story all these years."

His outstretched hand landed on the head of the big and small girl. The girl with her head lowered and her teeth clenched tightly in front of her gradually overlapped with the girl in her memory who always pestered her to ask this and that.

Mordred froze for a moment, and met Menechel's gaze.

In the lonely years after Menechel's death, she felt annoyed, helpless, and even furious, but because of this, she never felt wronged.

But for some reason, at the moment when she met Menechel's eyes, such emotions suddenly appeared in her heart.

The tip of his nose was a little sore, and Mordred subconsciously wanted to stagger the time, and he no longer had that carefree attitude, but said forcefully: "Really, it was my fault for saying such provocative words all of a sudden. Not admitting mistakes."

Menechel didn't answer, and Mordred didn't speak, they maintained this posture.

He had also thought about the day he was honest with Mordred, what attitude and tone he would use to treat the disciple who destroyed his own country.Maybe angry, maybe sad, but when he really faced it, he found that all emotions were inaccurate.

This child, during the few years he died in battle, pursued the illusory truth alone, whether it was hibernation or revenge, he was gnashing his teeth forward in the life of another undead who should have been buried by history and forgotten by people.

And if he was not careful, a thousand years would have passed in such a time, and he also missed the opportunity to correct it.

"Children should rely more on adults."

He tapped Mordred on the forehead lightly, which made Mordred unhappy.

"You just said not long ago that I have grown up... It should be that the old man should rely on me more."

Menechel laughed and rumpled Mordred's hair: "That's not okay, you will always be the kid who wants to tear everything down in my eyes."

However, even though such a long time has passed, the two of them remain unchanged, which is enough.

He looked at Mordred who was glaring furiously, and a warm current flowed through his heart.

That's great.

　I just write this chapter to wish the old uncle Jianmi a happy birthday

　　
　
(End of this chapter)