I Will Always Be a Partner of Justice

Mordred was also worried about this.If Teacher Guinevere died like this, her mother would definitely be very sad. Besides, she didn't want her respected teacher to die like this.

However, the teacher is too stubborn, even the other knights and internal affairs officers can't persuade her, what can she do?

Mordred was walking on the street worriedly, and suddenly felt a palm stretched out from her back, grabbing her hair.

"Ouch!" Mordred cried out in pain, and said angrily, "Which bastard grabbed my hair?"

She turned her head and took a look, just in time to see the grinning Gareth, she said angrily, "Gareth, it's you again!"

"Sister Gareth!" Gareth reiterated.

"Damn it! I want to catch it back!" Mordred had to gnash his teeth to grab Gareth's hair, but Gareth held his head with one hand.

Gareth was ten years older than her, much taller than her, and held her down with one hand, unable to turn over any storms.

Mordred gritted his teeth, then put his hands on his chest, turned his head away, and hummed: "I don't know as much as you!"

Gareth bent down and asked, "Huh? Mordred doesn't know as much as I do. It's really strange."

Mordred snorted: "I'm the one who wants to be king, how can I not have such a capacity."

Mordred folded his chest and glanced at Gareth behind him, his nose turned high.

"Huh? Is it true? Mordred really doesn't fight back?" Gareth bent down and approached Mordred.

One step...two steps...

Mordred calculated the distance, and then—

It's now!

She turned around sharply, quickly reached out and grabbed Gareth's hair, and said triumphantly, "Grab it!"

Gareth was stunned for a moment, and then said with a look of surprise: "You lied to me?"

"How can this be called a lie? The truth is false, and the false is true. This is called a soldier who never tires of deceit! The king said... cough cough cough... In short, this is the art of war!" Mordred coughed twice and said.

"Okay! I lost this time, so what does Mordred want to do to my sister?" Gareth asked.

"Hmph. I don't treat it that much. As I said, I'm going to be a king, and a king must be tolerant." After a pause, Mordred smiled and said, "However, I have a I need Sister Gareth's help for one thing."

"What's the matter?" Gareth asked.

"It's not a big deal." Mordred smiled.

Cold sweat broke out from the back of Gareth's head. This smile... I don't know why, but she has a sense of déjà vu, and the hair on the back of her head is aching...

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"Is this... is this a small thing?" Gareth was about to cry.

"Of course it is."

Mordred posed several poses in front of the bronze mirror.

The person reflected in the bronze mirror was not her, but a black-haired boy in pale silver armor.

Gareth cried: "The fake king...if we are discovered, we will be beaten to death!"

"Don't worry, I did it all by myself. I will take full responsibility, and I am the only one who was beaten to death in an accident. Don't be afraid, don't be afraid." Mordred laughed Said: "Also, Sister Gareth doesn't want Teacher Guinevere to die, does she?"

"It's true to say that... But if you ask me to use magic to help you pretend to be the late king to deceive Guinevere, aren't you too courageous? Don't you have any respect for the late king?" Gareth cried.

"Respect is not something to say, but something to put in your heart. And it taught me... um. That's it." Mordred smiled.

Gareth cried, "Guinevere was taught by the previous king, you can't fool Guinevere, Mordred."

"How will you know if you don't try it, you shameful bastard!" Mordred scolded loudly with his face frozen.

Gareth flinched.

Mordred's face softened, he reached out and stroked her head gently, and said with a smile: "Pretty expression."

Mordred then turned and left.

"Why... why is it so similar?" Gareth muttered to himself.

In the dark night.

Guinevere turned on the light and looked at the documents, coughing while reading.

"Cough cough cough..."

She coughed up blood and threw herself on the table, her face was pale and her consciousness was a little fuzzy.

"Wang... Wang... can't fall... I..."

Mordred stared at it for a long time, and found that now was a good time.

After finishing her appearance, she pushed open the door of the study and walked in slowly.

"Who...?" Guinevere asked vaguely.

"Humph."

Mordred snorted coldly.