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

Chapter 444: Robbery? Help!

The sky was still dark, and facing the first ray of light in the morning, a group of carriages kindly provided by Spriggan drove on the deserted streets of Norwich, carrying Arturia and her group away.

"Just leave like this?"

Feeling the shaking of the carriage, Oberon lifted the blue curtain covering the window and looked at Norwich with some regret as he retreated behind him.

There were only three carriages in total, one was used to open the road, and the remaining two were for them to ride in. Therefore, Oberon and Ezequiel were arranged into a carriage with the three goblins of Artoria.

Sitting directly opposite him, Arturia was still wearing the simple blue dress, but the lowered brim of her hat could not cover her sleepy eyes. Last night, when she realized that Menechelle's promise to "see you again at the end of this tour" was not just a blank check, especially when she learned that Chaldea even had a way to summon Menechelle again in the "outside world". She was so excited that she couldn't sleep all night long, fantasizing about meeting Menechelle again.

"Ringing the selection bell, we have already declared war on Queen Morgan." Artoria's troubled head rose and fell with the shaking of the car, and she muttered: "Although due to the gathering of disasters just now, Spriggan won’t take action against us directly, but it’s better to leave first.”

"It's a pity. It would be great if we could take this opportunity to persuade Spriggan to drag Norwich into our camp in one fell swoop."

Gareth, who was clinging to Artoria's side as a cushion, immediately said, "Lady Artoria must have her reasons for doing this."

Artoria, who looked like she was about to fall asleep, suddenly froze.

"Artoria..." Oberon narrowed his eyes: "You didn't expect this at all, right?"

"You actually admitted it?" Oberon's eyes widened: "You guys, you must be an idiot, right?"

"Don't be afraid."

"what happened?"

In fact, since she finished watching King Arthur's life when the bell was ringing, she had been thinking about Menechelle and had no extra brain to think about anything else.

Faster than the sound of the news, the carriage suddenly became crowded. Two pairs of huge jet-black wings suddenly opened and enveloped the three of Artoria. The pair of dragon wings grew wildly, and the roof of the carriage was quickly squeezed and exploded.

"Don't scold Lady Artoria!" Gareth looked at Oberon with a serious and sharp look.

And just when Artoria was about to fall asleep in a hazy state, with the harsh "crunching" sound, the advancing carriage suddenly stopped. Artoria's body also leaned forward, and was caught by Gareth's quick eyes and quick hands. He grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back.

"Ah haha, how could it be possible? Hmm, it seems to be true." Arturia originally wanted to quibble, but she couldn't stand the torture of her inner conscience under the adoring gaze of Gareth next to her, so she lowered her head again.

Listening to the sudden noise outside the carriage, Artoria grasped the staff of choice with a slight force. She didn't expect the queen to move so fast.

What made Oberon retreat even more was another, sharper gaze cast from Gareth's side.

Cursing secretly that Lao Den would sleep sooner or later, Oberon stopped talking. The carriage gradually became quiet. Except for the rustling sound of wheels plowing the ground, the carriage moved quietly with slight shaking.

Facing the gaze of the goblin Menechelle, Oberon looked stern and motioned with his eyes to Ezequiel, the only companion in the car, to deal with her, but the old man lowered his head as if asleep and said nothing.

The voice of the elf Menechelle sounded in the darkness. The voice that seemed cold due to the lack of emotional ups and downs made the elf feel somewhat at ease.

The wings stretched out, completely bursting the outer carriage. Among the scattered wood chips, Fairy Menechelle lifted Gareth and Arturia up with one hand and flapped their wings into the air.

Fairy Menechel looked down. Fujimaru Ritsuka's carriage had been stopped by primate soldiers of unknown origin. The burning magic energy gathered in her mouth. "Wait, Lord Menechiel!"

A tall knight wearing pure white armor jumped out from the crowd holding a spear.

This was a somewhat familiar title, but Fairy Menechelle couldn't remember who was talking to her for a moment, but Arturia recognized it.

"Wait, Menechelle."

When Artoria said "Wait a minute," the formed dragon's breath was swallowed by the fairy Menechelle, and the human face covered with dragon scales turned to Artoria.

——Is it true that you won’t have a bad stomach?

The thoughts in her mind did not delay Artoria's words at all: "It's Percival. The one underneath should be the Round Table Army and one of our own."

The dragon scales gradually receded, carrying Gareth and Artoria to the ground, and the fairy Menechelle turned into a cute little girl again.

Oberon used his elbow to push Ezequiel's waist and abdomen: "You see, you can't resist the half-dragon transformation."

But Ezequiel ignored his meaning at all, and Ezequiel's eyes were not on the goblin Menechelle from the beginning to the end. He stared at Percival.

At this time, other members of the Round Table Army had taken control of the Norwich guards. Just as Percival was about to approach, a tail thorn suddenly scratched across the grass in front of him, signaling him to stop.

"Percival, why are you here?"

"I received information from a noble person that the Children of Prophecy will be escorted out of Norwich today. I was worried about what Spriggan would do to you, so I came here in person."

"A nobleman?"

As she muttered this word, Arturia fell into deep thought. Is it one of the nine people who can get the time of her leaving the city in such a specific way?

But before Artoria could rule out the real culprit, the real culprit himself showed up.

"No need to guess, it was me who leaked the secret." Oberon stood up and faced the shocked or puzzled looks from around him. He just thought it was a rehearsal in advance: "Since Norwich cannot be recaptured, then at least the Son of Prophecy must be guarded. Moreover, I think this is the most appropriate time to introduce the Son of Prophecy to the Round Table Army. We will get to know each other after rescuing him. What a romantic encounter it is, and it will not waste the meaning of the existence of the Round Table Army."

As he spoke, Oberon turned to Percival, who was smiling wryly, and then looked at Artoria: "I just didn't expect you to know each other in advance."

"Oberon, you..."

"Actually, Lord Oberon is the real leader of the Round Table Army. When I was confused, it was Lord Oberon who found me and formed the Round Table Army." Percival spoke at this time, answering Artoria's doubts. .

"Is there such a thing?" Arturia murmured.

"That means there's no need to fight, right?" Gareth put back his posture belatedly, her foolishness diluting the original tense and serious atmosphere.

"No, I only provided preliminary funds. Percival, your companions gathered around you because they believed in you. You are the only leader of the Round Table Army."

(End of this chapter)