I, the Prince of Qin

　　"Since that's the case, I'm looking forward to my fate with you."

　　After he finished speaking, he didn't express any intentions, and he didn't order to forcefully "invite" Mo Zhe to the Holy City, as if he was just here to say hello, and disappeared in a hurry.

　　The Lion King came and went like the wind, leaving only Mordred and the soldiers and knights of the Holy City to look at each other.

　　Mo Zhe put down Mordred and returned the sword to her.

　　Mordred couldn't believe it, Mo Zhe returned the weapon to himself so easily, and with the meaning conveyed by the Lion King, he held the sword for a while, a little confused.

　　"Uh, well, it seems that the king thinks you are our guest, not our enemy." At the end, Mordred scratched his hair and said a little bluntly.

　　It seems that she still has no power to fight back in front of Mo Zhe, and even was easily taken away from the weapon.

　　The rest of the knights and soldiers were much more straightforward. They were beaten to death just now, and now they immediately put their swords in their sheaths and respected Mo Zhe.

　　To them, the Lion King is God, and the word of God is an oracle, and there is no need for doubt and hesitation.

　　The Lion King said that Mo Zhe was a guest, then Mo Zhe was a guest of God, and he should have the highest respect.

　　Mo Zhe didn't care either. Since the other party didn't plan to fight, he would be happy to give others face and relax himself.

　　After arriving at this singularity, I have been on the road and it is time to take a break.

　　"What are some special dishes here, please treat me as a guest." For some reason, his tone became more casual when talking to a carefree girl like Mordred.

　　The special dishes are unique, and maybe they can be added to the recipes of the Daqin Imperial Kitchen!

　　"You—" Mordred's straight mind, he had to work hard for a long time to get around the curve that Mo Zhe had turned from an enemy to a distinguished guest:

　　"Cough cough! My holy city has its own way of hospitality, but unfortunately this is a border prison post with limited conditions. Please, ahem, please forgive me!"

　　Pretending to say elegant words that he was not used to, Mo Zhe felt pained when he saw it: "You should be more natural."

　　"I'm very natural! Well, it's more natural than when I cut people!" Mordred knew that his pretended cultural style was seen through, and his face suddenly turned red like a cockscomb.

　　I just have no culture.

　　When facing Mo Zhe in, Mordred angrily kicked the stones on the side of the road.

Chapter 227 Chapter [-]: Hassan of Tranquility

　　On the night of the sixth singularity, the stars are still twinkling, as if this birdcage that is about to die is still like countless thousands of worlds, slowly shining, with eternal life.

　　In the fortress outside the holy city, Mo Zhe was treated as a guest, accompanied by Mordred, eating large pieces of meat and drinking in large bowls.

　　"Pfft! Hahaha, come again! Finished this bowl!"

　　Even after the Lion King came and declared that Mo Zhe was a guest, Mordred, who was still embarrassed and reluctant, went to the wine table and had two bowls. After a drink, I forgot all the unpleasant things.

　　"You are the most heroic girl I have ever met."

　　Mo Zhe's words are not in vain. He has traveled through so many worlds and has seen many girls, but none of them are as bold as Mordred, and there is no girl image at all. Even if they say that he is a rough man and a thief, everyone will believe it. .

　　The taste of the wine in hand has only one word: strong!To be honest, it's not good to drink. Compared with the thousand-year-old Divine Brew from the Great Qin Treasury, it is bitter boiled water, but because people who drink it make people happy, it doesn't feel unpleasant to drink.

　　Mo Zhe never drank before. When he was a child, he didn't think that wine was good. Once at the dining table, he was instigated by an unscrupulous relative to take a sip.

　　Until he became the emperor of Qin Dynasty, the wine in the imperial kitchen was really delicious.Thick but not too strong, the fragrance is timeless, the real heavenly Qionglu!

　　Sometimes he was taken by Frau, who had become a concubine, and he would drink some wine together, admire the moon, and slowly, he began to learn to drink.

　　But this method of drinking is the first time. If it was the one who choked to death in the past, he would definitely not be able to drink it.

　　"Big brother, I've convinced you! You actually picked up so many Noble Phantasms from me, and I'm still unscathed! The king also personally invited you to be a guest in the Holy City! I, Mordred, admire powerful people! Come, drink !Wow haha!"

　　Mordred clambered on Mo Zhe's shoulders carelessly, and touched the wine bowl without hesitation, spilling some on each other's clothes.The appearance of being out of order made Ah Fang want to go crazy.

　　Mo Zhe shook his head: You didn't say that at first.

　　In spite of the kindness, Mo Zhe ate and drank appropriately for a while, and then counted the time.

　　Three, two, one...

　　Boom!

　　In the hall, a knight attending a banquet fell to the ground, his armor collided with the ground, making a sound of gold and iron.

　　"What's wrong - bad - this wine - poisonous!"

　　Mordred was startled in an instant and was about to stand up when he suddenly became weak and fell to the ground with a scream.

　　Afterwards, there was a chaotic sound of ping ping pong pong, and almost all the knights present, clutching their stomachs, fell to the ground unconscious.

　　Not only that, the soldiers patrolling outside the fortress city also fell in large swathes.It seems that not only the drinks at the banquet, but also the well water that the soldiers usually drink was poisoned.

　　Mo Zhe, the only one who was still awake, slowly put down his wine glass.

　　"His Royal Highness, the poison has been resolved, do you really not need to arrest and execute the poisoner?" A Fang discovered the existence of the poison as early as when the wine entered Mo Zhe's wine glass.

　　Even if there is no Ah Fang, after such a long experience, Mo Zhe will not easily fall into this kind of thing.

　　Taking a ten thousand steps back, even if the poison in the wine is not found, with Mo Zhe's current ability and Daqin's resources, it is absolutely impossible to cause any harm.

　　But at the same time, this poison is very powerful from a general point of view.

　　Silent, colorless and tasteless.Although Mordred has a carefree personality, he is the No. [-] Knight of the Round Table after all, leading such a large group of people, it is impossible to be really incompetent.

　　And among her subordinates, there must be experts who are good at distinguishing poisons.

　　When an outsider like him suddenly appeared, although he was treated as a VIP by the Lion King, he must be more vigilant than usual.

　　Under such circumstances, it is absolutely amazing to poison almost the entire fortress easily.

　　Thinking of a certain figure locked in this fortress in his impression, Mo Zhe sat quietly and waited after putting down his wine glass.

　　Perhaps it is necessary to poison many people at the same time, and there are not many toxins applied to a single subject. Mordred and others are not life-threatening, but they are in a coma and cannot move.

　　Mo Zhe was not in a hurry, seeing that the other party was also very cautious, he simply poured another glass of poisonous wine leisurely, and took a sip.

　　After a while, I saw a thin and small figure, like a shadow, appearing at the exit of the corridor.

　　Dark skin, cool clothes, wearing a bone mask, fluttering like a fallen leaf.

　　Hassan.

　　To be more precise, the poison expert in Hassan, Quiet.

　　Mo Zhe remembered that Jing Jing was arrested by the Knights of the Round Table, trying to torture the stronghold and information of the people who came out of the mountain, and it should be locked in this fortress.

　　According to the original development of the world, she will be rescued by Lixiang, and then become a loyal fan of Lixiang.It's a pity that in the battle of Camelot, he was killed by one of the Knights of the Round Table, Tristan.

　　Aware of the poison in the wine, Mo Zhe guessed it was her.Because here, only she has the ability to use such a silent poison to make so many people hit at the same time.

　　But she should be locked up, and her ability to use poison must be closely guarded.

　　Is it because her arrival and the battle with Mordred outside the city caused her to relax her vigilance, or simply because of the sudden surge of magic power, some magical blockades broke, giving her an opportunity?

　　"Who are you... Who? You don't have the aura of a round table."

　　Quiet's original intention was to run away, but at this moment he was standing there, looking at Mo Zhe who was drinking leisurely through his mask.

　　"You...Aren't you afraid of my poison?"

　　The quiet voice is just like her name, quiet and bleak, empty and mysterious.

　　Mo Zhe smiled. In this world, except for the pollution of the outer gods, there is really no poison now, and it can pose a real threat to himself.

　　Mo Zhe pointed to the door: "Everyone outside the door has been poisoned by you, you just go out like this, no one can stop you."

　　Quietly paused, but did not take a step: "Aren't you going to stop me?"

　　"I'm just their guest, not a thug." Mo Zhe took a bite of the dish.

　　The salt is too much, and the mouth is full of oil, very Mordred style.

　　The quiet figure moved slightly, and the shadow-like figure floated across the hall like a thin silhouette.

　　Mo Zhe watched her go away, but Ruyan did not stop her.

　　However, after a while, she floated back again.

　　"Aren't you afraid of my poison?" she asked again.

　　Mo Zhe was helpless: "Do you still want to run away?"

　　Quiet, thin and small, but with a concave and convex body, under the foil of the thin assassination costume, it looks unique.She still wore the white skull mask and stood in front of Mo Zhe lightly.

　　"I……"

　　Her mask was facing Mo Zhe, and there was no expression on her face.

　　"Can I... can touch you?" she said suddenly, with a trembling voice.

Chapter 228 Chapter [-] Can I touch you?

　　"Can I touch you?" Quiet said again.The voice is getting quieter and less confident.

　　Mo Zhe didn't care.

　　Quiet is full of poison, and has been raised as a "poison girl" since childhood. From every strand of hair to every nail, it is a silent murder weapon.

　　Even her skin is a highly poisonous abyss. As long as she touches the slightest bit, even a great hero or a noble sage will die without a place to be buried.

　　"Everyone who is touched by herself will die", this is the essence of her existence, and it is also a curse that belongs to her.

　　If it was Mo Zhe, who had just arrived in the World of Scarlet Slaying, and met Jing Jing's request, he would definitely hide as far as he could.

　　Even if there is Daqin's medical system, it won't really die, but it is not a good experience to be poisoned to the point of convulsions, foaming at the mouth, and death.

　　But now, of course, I am not afraid.

　　"If you want to touch it, just touch it." Mo Zhe patted the seat next to him: "Or, would you like to sit down and have a drink together?"

　　As a former house, naturally, she will not hate cute girls like Jing Jing.

　　Quiet paused again, as if hesitating.

　　Finally, she walked over silently, quietly, like a gray swallow, and gently stopped on the seat beside Mo Zhe.

　　Among the unconscious knights and enemies, he slowly picked up the wine glass and touched the rim of Mo Zhe's glass.