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

Chapter 80
The expedition only lasted a month, and then ran into trouble again.

Menechel silently read the letter in his hand.

Except for Afriel standing behind him, no one in the outer camp dared to raise their heads. The dull atmosphere lasted for more than ten minutes, and Menechel repeatedly looked at the contents of the letter.

The text on the letter is not small, but there is only one message between the lines - food shortage, request to postpone the march.

Putting down the letter, Menechel rubbed the hilt of his sword and asked the orderly knight lying down in front of him: "Why, your master is unwilling to provide supplies."

Although he opened his mouth with a smile, sharp indifference flashed in his eyes, and the red pupils gradually became dull.

"No, I dare not, the Earl is also a courtier of the king, and it is only natural to provide supplies for... the march. But... even the grain requisition really cannot squeeze out enough shares."

The sharp drop in temperature during the autumn harvest this year has become the biggest difficulty in marching.

He glanced meaningfully at the herald knight below who was only used to report the message. Looking at the sweat dripping from the corner of his forehead, Menechel suddenly had a bad idea. He grabbed the big sword and slashed it on the table in front of him.

"It seems that I have to go to collect grain in person to get something."

The Herald Knight's already bowed body almost fell to the ground, and he dared not raise his head, let alone speak a word. The sawdust sprinkled on his body seemed to be an invitation letter from the god of death.

"You're right."

Menechel narrowed his eyes, and quietly released his phantasmagoric aura, and the guard knights standing on both sides of him immediately lost the intention of dissuading him.

When Menechel was about to further increase his sense of oppression, he felt his shoulders being pushed. He immediately swept towards the guards beside him, but saw Avriel's eyes of reproach.

"Nothing, get up."

The momentum receded like a tidal wave, and Menechel sat back on the main seat.

He knew the Earl of Fuseken, and he was afraid that the other party could not even provide the rations for 2000 people in order to relieve the civilians who could not survive the winter.

Avriel had already taken over the topic for Menechel at this time, and she spoke softly to appease, "Knight Thornton, my lord brother was only joking just now."

Just after listening to the beginning, Menechel lost interest in continuing to listen. Just now, he really had the idea of ​​collecting food himself.

Menechel, who handed over the whole scene to Avril, stopped talking, and stared straight at the broken table in front of him. After ordering the knight to bow and exit, Minechel came back to his senses. Pointing outside the tent, he signaled the guard knights on the left and right to leave.

"return."

Menechel suddenly caught a glimpse of Afriel who wanted to get mixed up and leave together, his low shout made everyone in the tent stop their movements.

Sensing the gradually gathering gazes, Menechel supported her head with one hand, and pointed at Afriel with the other hand: "You stay, and the others can go."

Afriel pursed her lips and slowly retreated to Menechel's side.

Menechel tapped on the leg armor, and the sound of rattling echoed in the empty camp.

"Brother."

"I am listening."

"I don't think it makes any sense to force a messenger knight. The problem of rations cannot be solved, and it will also worsen your relationship with Duke Voseken."

Afriel's words were only interrupted by Menechel's raised hand after she spoke halfway. He shifted his gaze to his face, and the corners of his mouth curled into an unknown arc.

"Is that what I asked?"

"It's me who shouldn't make decisions for my elder brother without authorization." Afriel's eyes flickered, she lowered her head, but was forced to look at him by Minechel's chin.

"You can do whatever you want with such a small thing."

Afriel blinked suspiciously, and didn't even care about such things, so what else has she done recently?

"Tell me, how do you know that kid's name." Obviously Menechel is not as good as the Herald Knight in terms of age, but he still asked unceremoniously, tapping his face with his knuckles: "Although I He is a parent who advocates free love, but Afriel, he is much older than you, and he doesn't even have the courage to draw a sword against me."

Avril twitched the corners of her mouth, she rubbed the palm of Minechelle with her chin, Minechelle let go of her hand immediately, and the well-behaved girl immediately followed Minechelle's words and said: "Then brother , what do you think the man I'm looking for should be."

"At least I can protect you instead of me."

"Then there will be no man in all of Britain who can marry me."

"It doesn't have to be better than me, after all, this requirement is impossible to achieve."

"Frankly speaking, I don't like Knight Thornton at all, it's too weak." Afriel stared straight at Menechel: "So, my lord brother, marry me."

Menechel coughed violently and stared at Afriel viciously: "Don't try to change the subject, you said you didn't like it, how did you know that Thornton's name?"

"My lord brother, I've met you three times." Afriel sighed, she wiped Minechelle's face with her hand, but was slapped away by Minechelle.

"so what?"

"My lord, if you only act recklessly, you will suffer a lot." Afriel showed a helpless smile: "For example, this time, if someone uses this to attack you, your attitude at this time will only make people Grab the handle. The Duke of Voseken is one of the few nobles who maintain a neutral attitude towards you, so you should restrain yourself, so that there will be no one to help you in the morning meeting."

"Of course I know." Menechel closed his eyes and pretended to sleep, but he still couldn't help curling up the corners of his mouth: "But do they dare to touch me? They're just a bunch of trash. I like seeing them angry and helpless to me the most. .”

"Afriel, don't look at the posture of those nobles wishing me to commit rebellion. They are just talking now. When I go back, they will be the ones who are most afraid of me being forced to rebel. My fief is in Kamei Near Luo, they know that once I am forced, the first thing I will do is to wipe out all the great nobles inside and outside of Britain."

And not getting entangled with any nobles, he was showing his attitude to Artoria.

Afriel nodded without doubt, she knew that her brother-in-law did have this capital.So the girl asked with anticipation: "Then when will you rebel?"

Menechel's movements froze, he scanned the left and right to confirm that there was no third person, and then stretched out his hand to press Afriel's head.

He lowered his voice and leaned closer to Afriel's ear and said, "When did I say I'm going to rebel?"

"Look at the attitude of your elder brother."

"Stay far away from that guy Agguwen in the future, don't be led astray." Menechel helplessly rubbed Avriel's hair: "It is precisely because I believe that the king will not be deceived by others, so I will not be deceived by others." Rebellious."

"Then, my lord brother, your reputation now far surpasses that king, so please pay attention to your words and deeds at ordinary times."

Menechel was taken aback for a moment, and the topic was brought back by Afriel before she knew it.Looking at Avriel with a serious face, Menechel rubbed her hair in distress. He didn't intend to say this to Avril, but judging by the girl's posture, it seemed that he was really worried that he would be overwhelmed by his own arrogance. And suffer.

"Listen, Avriel." Menechel paused, and after thinking about her thoughts, she continued: "In the whole of Britain, the only people I can trust are you and Arthur. Those kings want me to die Unexpectedly, the nobles in the holy city wanted me to die on the battlefield, and even the king’s cronies wanted me to die with those king’s dogs because they doubted me.”

"But my elder brother can't die."

"I hope." Menechel smiled, and he didn't quite know how long this kind of life could last: "If you put aside the illusory feelings, the king can continue to protect me like this, the only way is to let her... He knows that I have no one to rely on but him."

Afriel wrinkled her nose, she just heard some terrible secret from Menechelle's words.

But since the elder brother doesn't want her to know, then she doesn't know either.

"I understand, my lord brother." Afriel nodded, and then continued to reprimand in a serious manner: "But even so, your lord brother has a special status now, so you shouldn't be too careless. Only by being cautious can you ensure safety."

Menechel blinked, and he looked at Afriel in disbelief.He stretched out his hand and wanted to pinch the other person's face, but he was afraid of fueling the girl's wrong feelings and had to give up.

"You have learned to teach me."

Afriel didn't speak, but just looked at Menechel.Menechel, who had never been weak in momentum since her debut, looked away calmly.

"Okay, I will pay attention to it in the future."

(End of this chapter)