Ten Sabers Together Can't Save You

After half an hour.

"I see, this disciple understands." Guinevell had a clear expression, and his mind became much calmer.And Teacher Siddhartha also gave a gratified smile:

"It's good, it's good. The little benefactor really has the root of wisdom. Why don't you shave your hair and go to the mountains with the old monk to practice?"

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Chapter 8 Books are food for thought

"Kara, Kera, Kera"

Watching this scene, Arturia's mother next to her held the holy sword with a crackling sound.It was as if reminding Teacher Siddhartha that if he said something that should not be said, he would cut it with a sword.

"The old monk thinks about it carefully. The little benefactor should have a secular relationship, and karma is entangled... It is better to practice with hair."

So Master Siddhartha deserves to be Master Siddhartha.After being threatened by Artoria's mother, she changed her words lightly without changing her face or heartbeat.

"That's right." Gurneyville was slightly disappointed.

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In this way, on the way home, Artoria's mother was always depressed.It seems that he is really worried that it will be self-defeating, that his precious son will be seduced by the magic stick and demon monk, and then become a monk or something.

If this is the case, haven't I been busy for so many years?

"Mother,"

Seemingly sensing Artoria's mother's irritability, Gurneyville held Artoria's mother's hand: "The teacher has already said that I am not bound by secular life, so I can't shave and practice."

"..."

Looking at her son who smiled gently at her, Artoria's mother was relieved and smiled again: "That's good."

The two looked at each other and smiled.It is the so-called mother kindness and son filial piety.

"But having said that, haven't Joan and the others come back yet?" Guinevere couldn't help asking on the way home.

"Well, I asked recently, and it seems that their training is almost over." Artoria's mother replied, "Maybe they will be back soon... right?"

"……Bar?"

Although the doubts in his heart didn't completely disappear, Guinevere didn't ask Artoria's mother about the two Joans of Arc again.

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at the same time.

"It hurts, it hurts, sister."

"Hold on!"

In front of a gigantic dragon, the two Joan of Arc, black and white, were locked in a bitter fight.

"Damn—speaking of which, why do we come here to slaughter dragons? Our level is simply not enough, right? No matter hp or mp, atk and def are not enough?!"

"—Because you persist, you idiot!"

"—Obviously my sister agreed! Why is it only me?!"

"—Because Your Majesty said that dragon slaying is part of a bride's practice, so I agreed!"

"Why is dragon slaying part of the bride's practice?!"

"--I do not know either!"

"—Ahhhh!"

"—Ahhhh!"

After that, another dragon's breath was sprayed over, and the two Joan of Arcs were in a hurry... Damn it.I watched Artoria slaying the dragon with ease before, without being tired at all.Why is it so difficult when it's your turn?

It is undeniable that following Artoria's mother and watching her easily slaughter one dragon after another is also one of the reasons why the two Joan of Arc easily agreed to practice as a bride—that is, to slay dragons.

"But speaking of it, if you take the number of dragon slayings as the standard for women's strength, wouldn't your Majesty be so tall?

Which means—no no no—impossible.They are mother and son. "

The white one desperately shook its head, expelling some messy bad information from its head.

At the same time, the black one clenched its teeth: "Can't escape, can't escape, can't escape, can't escape - Will is still waiting for me to go back!"

"——waiting for 'us' to go back, sister!"

So the second round of fighting began.

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At the same time, at home.Gurneyville's room.

After checking his watch and confirming that Xiao Mo would not be hugging the pillow tonight, and ran to his room with a face like: "Brother, I can't sleep alone...", Guinevere breathed a sigh of relief, and then began to read.