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

Chapter 82 Once Missed the Only Fantastic Ending
Obviously this time, Arturia is preparing to quell all unrest in Britain in one fell swoop.

Therefore, the follow-up troops led by Artoria not only mobilized all available knights, but even stored a large amount of food in advance.

Starting from the city of Fuseken, Artoria and Menechel were divided into two groups. Artoria led 1 troops to solve the border chaos, and handed over the remnants of the northern king to Menechel. to deal with.

If both sides can progress successfully, this may be Menechel's last battle.

This sense of anticipation about arriving at the destination became even stronger after Menechel successfully arrived in Lihe City. The news that he led the army spread, and even if he occasionally encountered remnants of stubborn resistance, they would be easily defeated by Camelot's soldiers due to their morale being frustrated.

Retiring with a record of unbeaten victories seems to be a good ending, he thought, it would be even better if Morgan could leave.

For some unknown reason, Morgan did not follow Arturia to the east, but chose to stay with Menechel.

But in recent days, apart from the girl's erroneous view of love, there is nothing unusual about Afriel.

Before the door was pushed open, Menechel heard familiar footsteps from a distance, and the familiar smell wafted into Menechel's nostrils—this was because of Afriel's insistence every day that he was too familiar with it. A familiar refreshment.

It's not that it doesn't taste good, other than the taste, everything else is excellent.But drinking it every day will inevitably get a little... boring.

"Brother, it's getting late."

I don't know when I can hear these familiar words spoken in a familiar voice every time I come to this time.When I think about not needing to work overtime after retiring, I may not be able to hear it, and I still miss it inexplicably.

So Menechel, who was thinking about tomorrow's strategic layout, couldn't help but turn to Afriel.

Avoiding the most sensitive subject of marriage, Menechel turned to girls.He took the drink and put it aside temporarily, and Menechel motioned for Avriel to sit down.

"Afriel, although I don't have any evidence to prove it, it's better for you to keep a distance from Morgan."

Even though Ren Minaixie wanted to break his head, he didn't think that being close to Afriel would be of any benefit to Morgan.If the person approaching was a man or a woman of low status, Menechel would not be so vigilant, but Morgan perfectly avoided these two conditions.

He has never believed that there will be no reason to make friends among the nobles.

"Brother, you are not curious about what His Majesty Morgan and I have said."

Menechel's body froze, carefully recalling what she said just now, it seemed that she was really suspected of stealing women's private topics.

Menechel's strange demeanor obviously made Afriel misunderstand his behavior just now, but her exquisite face evoked a smile that was almost distorted: "But if my lord brother wants to."

"It's not impossible..." Afriel deliberately elongated her tone, while observing Menechel's reaction, while counting silently in her heart.

--forget it.

The elder brother will probably answer like this next.

"Well, pretend I didn't say it."

Finally, when Avril silently counted to the tenth number, Menechel finally looked away.

Afriel regretted that she had missed the modal particles, but there was no sign of strangeness on her face.

The purpose of her coming today was to report Morgan's actions to her brother.

"Did Brother know His Majesty Morgan before?"

He tried his best to recall his experience in Camelot City. Most of his time was spent playing games with Kai and Gao Wen at the wine table, and there were no memories related to Morgan in the rest of the scattered fragments. It can be said that The short-term interview was the first time Menechel met his future sister-in-law.

Before that, Menechel's understanding of the world came from her king's sister.

Seeing Menechel's deep expression, Afriel had already got the answer in silence.She quickly glanced at Menechel with an extremely disgusted gaze, subconsciously embracing her chest with both hands.

"That's great, my lord brother." Afriel's emotionless voice even carried a hint of admiration: "Your Majesty Morgan has been asking me about your record."

record?

Menechel intuitively thought that he had missed something—could Morgan want to analyze his fighting habits from his past achievements.

This idea was quickly rejected. I am afraid that his weapons, behavior and fighting habits have long been presented to others in the form of extremely detailed information.

"Big brother has captured the girl's heart with his own fame."

"Don't think about boring things." Menechel showed a lack of interest. He was not interested in a courtesan who had divorced twice. He glanced at the already dark sky through the unreconciled door: "Tomorrow You have to get up early, staying up late is not good for your health."

"But the words from the elder brother's mouth are not convincing at all."

Menechel snorted twice, but did not refute.

"Then brother, please go to bed earlier." Afriel stood up and took away the refreshing drink that Minechel had already drank.When he looked up again, he saw that Menechel had lowered his head and started making gestures on the simple battle map.

Showing a helpless smile, Afriel's eyes quickly passed over her brother's strands of pale hair.

"Brother."

"Ah."

This time, the only response to her was a nasal sound of unknown meaning. Avril kept smiling, and her eyes reflected Minechel, who was working on the Huoguang case, and the girl who knew that the other party was busy with business just stopped for a while. Then he left in silence.

Before entering the door, Afriel closed the door behind her.

Sometimes I really hope that my brother can take a good rest.

Afriel lowered her eyelids, but her footsteps did not move.

"Who."

Her tone was cold, with a piercing chill.

"Isn't Sir Menechel still not resting at this late hour? As the pillar of Camelot, you can't suffer from this."

Morgan's voice sounded, causing Afriel to let go of her sword.Her tone was a little slow, but there was still a hint of alienation: "Your Majesty Morgan, my brother is dealing with important work right now, please keep the volume down when talking."

"I'll pay attention." A gleam flashed in Morgan's eyes, and she changed the subject and brought the topic back to the people in the room.

"Speaking of which, Mistress Afriel really cares about your brother."

A breath of conspiracy rushed towards her face, and Afriel became a little vigilant, leaning her body against the door so that she could rush through the door as soon as danger occurred.

"That's why I want to ask you to get a better understanding of Menechel."

Looking at Morgan, a purple shadow appeared in Afriel's eyes.

It hints at magic, and the preparations are almost ready.

Afriel frowned, and refused: "No, Your Majesty Morgan, my elder brother told me to rest."

No matter what the woman in front of her wants to do to Eldest Brother, she, Afriel, will not become a soft threat to Elder Brother!
"It just so happens that I'm a little tired too, so please take a good rest, Sir Afriel."

Seeing Morgan who had really left, Afriel was a little confused.She watched Morgan leave nonchalantly.

What is this woman here for?

　pressure point update

　　
　
(End of this chapter)