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

Chapter 276 Vol. Shine!Cowherd round table by the beach ([-])
Hui の knight 郷.

The warm colored lights divide the indoor and outdoor into two different worlds, and directly below the gorgeous crystal light ball, a small square table is surrounded by three leather sofas in the center.

Fujimaru Tachika looked around at the few people sitting on the sofa. Lancelot, Mordred, Tristan, Arthur, and Menechel were all famous and powerful knights who once dominated the world with their martial arts. At that time, they were all wearing mature and seductive Hawaiian shirts and gathered around the square table.

"Here, is there a strange person?"

Menechel was the first to speak. As the first cowherd to be named, he naturally took over the status of the pillar of the store, so Mordred and Lancelot who were sitting on the same sofa with him will examine They looked at Arthur who had naturally mixed in with them.

"Hey, you bastard Cui, you picked him up, can't he be a spy from another shop?" Mordred had already seen the displeasure of this fake father, and took this opportunity to express it.

The red-haired man in a white sleeveless T-shirt caressed the strings. His eyes were closed but it did not prevent him from expressing his sadness: "I intended to go out to find the injured girl, but I met a wandering lonely king. People, he can also help out."

"Let me tell the story." Arthur looked around, lowered his head and his voice also became low: "I heard that there was a singularity in Britain, and then I came here. After that, I supplemented it at a milk tea shop. When I was physically strong, I saw the great horror hidden here."

Arthur raised his head sharply, his eyes widened to the extreme were not enough to contain his fear: "I saw the Menechelle of my world..."

boom--!
Slamming Arthur's head on the table, Menechel moved his numb wrist, and turned to Tristan as if nothing had happened: "This time Mordred is right. Don’t pick some weird people back into the store, we are not running a stray dog ​​treatment center.”

"Er... Sir Menechel, is it a little... Anyway, he is our monarch in a certain sense." Lancelot twitched the corners of his mouth, looking at him with some unbearable heart. Arthur raised his head, thinking that this was not safe.

"I have no such king, and he is not mine."

Menechel, who stood up, did not sit down again. He straightened his neckline and prepared to go out to catch up with his sister's invitation. He was just about to say goodbye to his colleagues when a rush of footsteps interrupted him. Blurred words.

Following the sound of footsteps came Gao Wen, who was supposed to be taking customers outside the store, but the Sun Knight showed an extremely flustered expression at this moment, as if he was being hunted down. The door can no longer be guarded, the situation is urgent, let's evacuate this singularity first."

But obviously he took a step too late, the door creaked dully, followed by an indifferent voice: "Is this the place? The so-called Cowherd Shop of the Knights of the Round Table."

This familiar voice made all the round tables present change color.Lancelot even lowered his voice and said to Tristan beside him: "Why did the king come so soon—didn't Sir Bedivere hold her back in Chaldea?"

"anyone there?"

Although it was a question, but the footsteps were approaching here with obvious purpose, and the woman with platinum long hair tied behind her head and a black windbreaker over her swimsuit had appeared in everyone's field of vision.There were no obvious emotional fluctuations on her fair face, and she was holding an ice cream in her mouth.

Her almond-shaped eyes looked around recklessly like a lion examining its own territory, and all those affected by her gaze subconsciously puffed up their chests and abdomen. Fortunately, this frightening gaze finally only stayed on Menechel.

"Oh, Cowherd's shop?"

The sneer, which obviously contained extreme irony, once again dropped the temperature in the room to freezing point.Gao Wenwen was going to lower his head to be the quietest one among the silent birds, but Lancelot and Mordred behind him suddenly pushed him out with a tacit understanding, and Artoria's eyes locked on him immediately. on him.

'Not only is it a king, but it is also a black king. It seems that it has to be cleaned up. '

Feeling sad in his heart, Gao Wen only felt his body go cold: "Wang..."

"King? What king?" Artoria Alter raised her eyebrows, and she pointed to the only Arthur who was sleeping soundly on the table: "If it's the Knights of the Round Table, isn't King Arthur over there?"

"Uh... eh?"

Gawain couldn't distinguish whether Artoria Alter's words were sarcasm or the truth for a moment, so he could only stand there in embarrassment.

Arturia Alter didn't have that concern. She quickly ate her ice cream. She pushed away Gao Wen who was standing in front of her, and walked to the long sofa in the center. Artoria Alter sat down unceremoniously. : "Why, isn't it stated in the promotion here that you can provide unlimited snacks?"

——She actually came here to patronize!

Such absurd ideas appeared in the minds of everyone present at the same time, and among them, Gao Wen was the most excited.

"My lord... no, guest! Just tell me if you need anything." Gao Wen was kind, and when he heard that he didn't need to be cleared, he found out a list of goods from nowhere and handed it to Al. In front of Toria Alter.

"Why is it all wine?" Arturia Alter frowned and glanced up and down.

"Forget it, after all, it's just a cowman's shop, the most expensive wine, bring it here." Alteria Alter put down the list, and she sat on the sofa carelessly like an uncle.

There was no need for Gao Wen to command and dispatch, and Menechel had already taken the first step.

'Take this opportunity...'

"Modred, you go get the wine..." Alteria Alter's golden eyes narrowed slightly, she raised her chin at Menechel: "You are the oiran of this store, you stay here .”

Menechel turned, and he said, "Huh?"

"Didn't hear clearly? I asked you to stay and drink with me. Isn't this a Cowherd's shop? Even the basic working principle of a Cowherd needs customers to teach you?" Alteria Alter patted the sofa beside her, her tone With an orderly tone: "Come here."

"That, Wang?" Gawain leaned over and wanted to tell Artoria that the oiran she had chosen had been named.

"What are you still doing here?"

Artoria Alter's voice was cold and harsh, so Gawain backed away again.

"Wait." Arturia Alter stopped Gawain again, and she signaled to Arthur who still couldn't wake up next to her with her eyes: "You take him away together."

Gawain came back again, took Arthur away with his shoulders, and finally gave Menechel an encouraging look.

So only Menechel and Arturia Alter were left in the room.

"Standing there stupidly, do you want the guests to pour their own wine?"

Menechel awkwardly walked over and sat down gently beside Arturia Alter.

"Pour wine."

He raised his hand stiffly like a marionette to fill a jug of wine for Artoria Alter.He looked at Arturia Alter, and Artoria Alter looked at him.

"What's wrong?" Arturia Alter tilted her head.

"Well, Arturia, in fact, the cowherd..."

Arturia suddenly approached, she stretched out her hand to press Minechel's mouth, and at the same time took a sip from the small cup that Minechel was holding, everything happened so suddenly that Minechel was in a hurry. Unable to react, it wasn't until Artoria retracted her body that he felt the slight sensation that his arms intertwined with each other's hair.

It's a bit itchy like a cat scratching your hand, but it's very comfortable. .

"It's too light." Alteria Alter commented, she frowned, and her originally indifferent face had a soft curvature: "Feed me the rest of the wine."

"Uh... hey..."

"This is the basic skill of a cowherd, right? To make customers drink willingly. How do you feed them?"

Menechel poured the wine in the glass into her mouth but did not drink it, Artoria Alter raised the corner of her mouth, and raised her face.

A small glass of wine was drunk for several minutes.

When they parted, Menechel's head was a little dizzy, but her eyes were brighter than before.He was about to pour a second glass of wine when Arturia Alter came over again, her hair gliding across Minechel's profile.

The red lips that had just been moistened by the wine opened, and the wine-scented breath hit Minechel's ear: "I've been training recently, but I didn't expect to ignore you for a while and let you come over to become a teacher." the Cowherd."

I only heard her say: "It's okay for the cowherd, but from now until the end of the world, all your schedules are reserved by me. Do you understand, my exclusive cowherd?"

(End of this chapter)