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

Chapter 431 Learning Etiquette from the Knight Model Menechelle

After passing through the thick forest, the towering ancient trees on both sides receded, and the sun shone in the suddenly clear front. On the endless eastern plain, an isolated city stood alone, and that was Sheffield.

Like Londinium, Sheffield was a capital built on ruins.

Unexpectedly, after hearing Percival's intention, Boggart easily agreed to receive the group.

"What a surprise."

"This should be because I often visit Sheffield." Percival, who was walking at the front with Arturia, was quite embarrassed. Every move he made revealed his youthful shyness and trustworthiness. Maturity are two completely opposite temperaments.

"Too much humility is poison to a knight," Artoria said.

Menechelle would never show such humility. A true knight should be as fearless as he is.

"Yes, I will write it down." Percival nodded seriously. He had never met a knight, so he could only improve his knightly etiquette from the few words Arturia revealed.

On the back side, behind the two masters and apprentices in front is another team of masters and apprentices who are learning etiquette.

"Just like this, you should walk half a step away from your master...that is, Lady Artoria." Gareth appeared to guide: "And when you encounter danger, you should immediately block Lady Artoria. Behind you."

The elf Menechelle nodded. All this knowledge existed in the spirit base he devoured, but there was no other knowledge besides that. She suspected that the original body had not received etiquette training at all.

"Then what should I do after seeing that Bagster?"

"It's a Boggart. Remember, for fairies, calling someone by the wrong name is a contemptible provocation."

Gareth repeatedly warned Artoria that she originally wanted the elf Menechelle to stay in Londinion, but she had no choice but to bring her with her after being rejected. If she still made mistakes in important talks, even if Artoria Lady Leah will definitely be punished for her magnanimity.

"Those big shots usually don't pay attention to followers like us. All in all, if I really ask you, I just need to tell you your name."

Fairy Menechelle nodded. She already understood. In this way, she could directly enter the social etiquette formula that Arturia taught her.

"What are you talking about?"

At this time, Arturia also turned back. She was not worried about these two not-so-smart fairies getting together. I deliberately turned back to say a few words to them.

"Lady Artoria, I'm teaching her how to deal with Lord Boggart later."

"You two don't talk until then, just leave it to me..." At this point, Arturia interrupted her words as if she suddenly lost consciousness.

Unknowingly, it was her turn to say these words.

From then on, there was no more dialogue on the way to the Lord's Hall. Under the escort of guards, they successfully arrived at an empty hall.

On both sides of the main hall, the walls made of brightly colored materials make the interior brighter than the outside. In the middle is a throne made of gold. A white-faced lion-headed goblin is condescendingly watching the people who are being guided forward. .

He casually moved his eyes away from the other people one by one, and finally landed on Percival who was at the head of the queue.

"Percival, I have said that those humans are the property of Sheffield. Rather than go to your side and die, it is better to stay here and survive."

Following his words, the fairies around him immediately burst into hearty laughter. Apart from them, there are other Sheffield goblins in the hall.

But Percival was obviously used to this level of mental attack.

"That matter can be put aside." He said, giving up half of his body to expose Arturia behind him to the Boggart's sight: "I came here this time to ask Boggart. Lord Gert your Sheffield seeks allies."

"Huh?" Boggart's eyes fell on Artoria, but the ether coming from her body was rated as the lowest elf. From the moment she entered the palace, he thought it was Percival. Brought female companion.

"The person behind me is the son of prophecy."

But then, Percival's words made Boggart sit up straight. He carefully looked at Artoria up and down several times, but he neither saw any obvious clan characteristics in her, nor did he feel threatened by her.

"Percival, don't use your children to make up the numbers." Boggart couldn't help grinning and laughing: "If this is the son of prophecy that your Round Table Army believes in, then you might as well join me as soon as possible. ."

"You-" Percival's expression changed, and he took a step forward, but was blocked by the Rod of Choice crossing from one side.

"Percival, leave it to me." Unlike Percival's easily aroused anger, Artoria's tone at this time seemed particularly calm.

In her vision, Boggart had never shown contempt for her. He was obviously a fairy from the Fang Clan, but he was much calmer.

Seeing that the lowly goblin in the audience still maintained his grace and courage to face him directly despite the provocative words he just said, Boggart believed a little more in this so-called son of the prophecy.

"Lord Boggart, have you conducted any investigation into the humans who fled to Sheffield?"

"What? You want to make fun of me?" Boggart still had a look of disdain on his face. He leaned on the backrest: "That's because he was lucky. He took advantage of the chaos caused by assassinating the queen to escape from Camelot. Humanity that comes out.”

"So, little son of prophecy, are you satisfied with my answer?"

Compared to the Boggart's huge body, Artoria can indeed be called petite. However, Artoria still maintained her poker face: "That human being was originally a tribute to Queen Morgan, but he escaped because of the assassination planned by me. Now he is intercepted privately by you as a courtier. In addition, thank you There is an unclear connection between Field and the Northern King’s clan. Lord Boggart, do you think Morgan will let you continue to control yourself?”

Boggart didn't show it on his face, but he was already amused by these straightforward words in his heart. Sure enough, she was just a young goblin. If Percival hadn't been convinced that she was the child of the prophecy, and the little information the girl had just revealed, she would have been waved off.

"You said you planned the assassination of the Queen."

The Boggart looked at Artoria with a smile on his face.

"Yes." Artoria pursed her lips. If possible, she didn't want to open this scar.

There was a burst of suppressed laughter all around, and Boggart waved his hand to stop the ridicule from his subordinates.

"What about Woodworth?"

"I couldn't kill him. I was rescued by the elf knight Lancelot when I was seriously injured." Arturia recalled what Menechelle said to her before she died. Unexpectedly, she was actually useful. day - or rather, Menechel had expected this.

"So, as you and I are also hated by Morgan, we should unite."

Boggart frowned. He was not thinking about the feasibility of Artoria's proposal, but about the authenticity of the other party's words.

"Besides, Lord Boggart, are you actually disappointed in Morgan?"

"The center of this disaster is Norwich. That's your hometown. You asked Morgan to send troops several times but were rejected." Arturia looked at Boggart: "But I can help you. "

"In addition to the Queen, one of the responsibilities of the Children of Prophecy is to eliminate disasters. I can help you eliminate disasters above Norwich."

I have to admit that at this time, the Boggart did move slightly after hearing these words.

If the other party is really capable of getting rid of the gathering of disasters over Norwich, then it is really possible that it is the Son of Prophecy.

but……

"You want to learn from your senior Ji and promote the alliance, right?"

"However, an alliance requires capital. The so-called Round Table Army, in my opinion at this moment, is just a group of weak humans playing house."

"However, it is not impossible."

"Marriage."

"As you can see, I am looking for a wife. Son of prophecy, I am not determined to marry a human. If we are married, the alliance between the two parties will be stronger than any treaty!"

Because of humiliation, Percival clenched his fists, and the atmosphere reached a deadlock.

At this time, Arturia looked up, with an extremely surprised expression on her face, and almost blurted out: "You want to marry Percival!"

She didn't expect that the big lion who wanted to marry a human woman actually liked Percival, who was also a man!

——Wait, she knows why the Boggart received Percival so readily!

Unlike Artoria's expression of gradually understanding everything, Boggart's mouth opened wide in surprise. Percival also forgot to be angry for a moment, subconsciously unclenching his fists, and then suddenly turned his head warily towards the Boggart.

　There won’t be any NTR plot, don’t worry

　　There will be no Nantong plot, I don’t need to say more about this.

　　(End of this chapter)