Players’ NPC daddy.

Blaze looked at Herbie and waited for Herbie to continue, but Herbie raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you looking at me? Aren't you suspicious?"

"No..." Blaze touched the back of his head. If the peasant woman in front of him was really the legendary Knight of the Lake, she must have suffered an immense mental trauma to become like this.

"Knight ranking?"

"I lost miserably and couldn't win at all."

"That... knight holding the water from the Holy Grail?"

"It was my son, who turned into a statue and shattered on the ground in front of me."

"A resident of Camelot?"

“They have turned into a bunch of termites.”

Blazer licked his lips and sweated profusely. It seemed that no matter what he asked, it would touch his wound, so he had to take the risk and start with unofficial history.

"You and the queen?"

"There was a physical relationship, but both the queen and the king dissolved in the water of the Holy Grail. It is unknown whether they were dead or alive."

"Really? Well, then I'm fine. You can continue to farm." Blaze waved at Lancelot with a twitch in his mouth.

This person is beyond saving. As a knight, she is basically just a pile of glass shards stuck together, and there is no room for redemption. It would be best to ignore her and let her drift freely.

Herbie poked Blaze hard, and seeing that Blaze kept his mouth shut, she rolled her eyes at him and coughed lightly.

"We're actually planning on sneaking into Camelot tonight and taking two items from the Everqueen's crown. Do you have any suggestions?"

Lancelot's eyes finally showed a slight change, but only a little bit before they turned stagnant again.

"She is a very scary woman, skilled in spells and magic. Without the Eternal King, she has taken over the king's power as well. If you just want something from her crown, just sneak away at night and try not to cause a conflict."

Lancelot paused and spoke slowly.

"She...sleeps soundly at night and won't notice you."

"You and her also... have messy relationships with women."

"Who dares?" Lancelot raised his voice, then covered his forehead and turned to the rice field, "If nothing else, I will go to farm."

"One more thing, we plan to go find the Fountain of Youth."

"The Fountain of Youth?" Lancelot paused and slowly turned his head, his expression twisted with pain. "My son, he didn't return from his expedition to the Fountain of Youth. He only returned with a body and a cup."

"That kind of thing can't bring eternal happiness at all. It's just like drinking poison to quench thirst. The Fountain of Youth can't change anything."

"Of course I know that happiness is not eternal, and happiness must be obtained with one's own hands. Even children know this. Even if we want the fountain of youth, we can't drink it ourselves." Blaze sighed helplessly.

Now, originally the Fountain of Youth was an ultimate adventure treasure in his eyes, but he didn't expect that before he even entered the route to the Fountain of Youth, the Fountain of Youth was no longer a good thing.

Blaze felt even more uncomfortable when he thought that he was forced to find it.

"You hate the Fountain of Youth so much, so why not come with us?"

Lancelot was stunned and slowly lowered his eyes.

Seeing that Lancelot didn't respond, Blaze didn't say much, but pulled Herbie away, leaving behind a sentence as he left.

"If you have any ideas, just look for [Hermes's Traveling Hat]. Their bosses are all my people."

"What do you mean the boss is your people? It's obvious that you are my people!" Herby emphasized the superior-subordinate relationship dissatisfiedly. When he saw that Blaze didn't care, he sighed helplessly.

"Why are you looking for her? Can't you see? This guy is as classic as can be. He is exhausted both physically and mentally."

"I just think that she can walk on water. If there is any encounter at sea, she will definitely be able to kill everyone. Besides..." Blaze glanced at Lancelot and leaned over to whisper in Herbie's ear.

"The real classic is that although she is useless, she is actually waiting for a chance to rise again. When we leave, she will definitely go back to her hut, holding her once glorious knight's sword and falling into a struggle between her conscience and her conscience."

"real or fake!?"

Lancelot had good hearing, so she didn't miss a single word that the young couple with such a huge difference in physique said.

She would not go back to the hut and stare at the knight's sword she had hidden, because when she came to the rice field, she threw the sword directly into the rice field.

This is done to prevent people from being nostalgic about the past and picking themselves up again as in classic stories.

Lancelot bent over to plant rice, and she paused. Her current appearance was reflected in the water.

The Fountain of Youth changed everything, but it will not change everything back. What is the point of looking for the Fountain of Youth now?

"Damn it, how am I going to find such a big field..."

A bright red color bloomed in the rice field, and with it came intense pain.

Lancelot reached deep into the water and pulled out a branch.

The king and queen are gone, and her hometown also decayed and disappeared in the passage of time. She turned into a woman, and even that vicious woman became the most beautiful part of the rotten Camelot. The four words "things have changed and people have changed" cannot describe her life.

Her heart wasn't pierced by a single thorn, but was riddled with thousands of holes, so just pull them all out.

Lancelot seemed to be inspired and walked towards a place covered by sunlight. She slowly stretched out her hand and touched the depths of the rice field.

This rice field will be taken care of by kind-hearted strangers. They are much better at planting rice than she is and are very diligent, so she is not needed.

Maybe she should go where she's needed.

Then let's start by picking up the holy sword again...

Lancelot felt around vigorously, his face distorted by his open mouth and wide eyes.

Gone! ?

Someone stole her holy sword!!!

Chapter 1128: The Stranger Took It Away

"Lord Herbie!!!"

Lancelot recovered much faster than Blaze and Herbie had imagined. Just as Blaze mounted the chicken and was about to lift Herbie up, Lancelot rushed over in a hurry holding a branch.

She talked a lot of nonsense, but to put it simply, the holy sword she threw in the rice field was gone.

Blaze and Herbie looked at each other, they both knew who did it.

A stranger.

The word "steal" sounds a bit ugly, it should be "pick up".

Because this is really not something unusual.

The stranger was very experienced and knew where to look for treasures, and he never missed a treasure he had passed by. He would rather go in vain than go empty-handed.

For example, in Lancelot's rice field, a beautiful peasant woman with empty eyes working in such a large field obviously has a lot of stories.

Sneaking around here is a small matter, but the trouble is...

"Has anyone helped you farm?"

Lancelot was stunned and nodded slowly.

"Those blessed ones with great power helped me freely."

"Then I guess your holy sword was taken away as a reward for doing good things. My condolences." Blaze pulled Hebi up. He really couldn't help with this matter.

"That's a holy sword!?"

"Well... good people will be rewarded, what can we do?"

"I was wondering why there was someone helping me farm every day, and someone putting food and drinks in my house! I thought it was a subsidy from the [Hermes Traveling Hat]." Lancelot knelt on the ground weakly, adding another colorful touch to the already miserable story.

"Subsidy? Do you think our Chamber of Commerce is doing charity?"

Hebie snorted coldly and stood on the chicken's back on the spot. Although she needed Blaze to hold her waist to keep her balance, it did not reduce her aura when she looked down at Lancelot.

"In my place, even the God King Odin has to line up at the door early in the morning on the monthly registration day to leave a good impression, otherwise he won't be able to get the title of the best fruit stall owner!"

Blaze felt that it would be better for one to play the good cop and the other to play the bad cop. After all, Lancelot was not their enemy, and whether Lancelot would cheer up... had nothing to do with them.

He has always had high standards for legendary figures.

"If it doesn't work, just treat this as an opportunity to go back to square one and start over. You didn't become the leader of the Twelve Knights by relying on the Holy Sword."

"Are you?"

"No... Mainly my family, and the fairy who raised me."

"Then the other knights too!?"

"Yes."

Blaze hid his face behind Herbie awkwardly, and Herbie patted the back of Blaze's hand helplessly.

"Even now, to become a knight you need to have a wealthy family."

"Well, then, go for it."

Originally, Blaze wanted to find out for Lancelot who took the holy sword from the rice field.

This is not difficult to investigate. Foreigners like to brag about the fact that "good people will be rewarded", but once you find out, you can't get it back, so just don't investigate.

Let’s put aside the question of whether Lancelot can cheer up for now, they have more important things to do.

……

Before the agreed time, Greenland showed up early and met up with Blaze, but her face didn't look very good because she hadn't collected any useful information.

It is foolish to fight a battle without preparation.

"But it's not that I didn't get any information, it's just not very accurate." Greenland said as he sorted the treasure chest.

"Someone appraised the Everqueen, but she spotted it right away and turned her head to look at me with a sinister smile. That person only saw one skill, [Summon Holy Sword Z]."

"A level 1 player has a transcendent skill. How weird."

"I guess the Everqueen should have two forms. One is the Queen mode that looks like a vase, and the other is the super powerful form that uses the holy sword after using [Summon Holy Sword Z]."

"The Holy Sword is so powerful. I really want to see it." Blaze touched his chin, eager to try.

The holy sword is also one of the romantic things of men, but unfortunately, the standard size of the holy sword is a bit small for him.

The main-hand weapon he needs must be able to withstand both human form and silver werewolf form. [Ares' Howl] is a good choice. It is a great sword in human form and a sword in silver werewolf form.

The holy sword that has been exposed so far is slightly miniaturized in his hand when he is in silver werewolf form, just like a dagger.

However, this also matches Lancelot's information. The most famous thing about the Eternal Kingdom is its birth and destruction.

The destruction was caused by the Holy Grail, and the birth was caused by the Holy Sword. If the Everqueen usurped the throne, the Holy Sword would naturally be in her possession, and then the Everqueen would be an omnipotent being.

"I hope she knows Gungnir, otherwise there might be big news tonight."

Greenland picked out a few props and threw them to Blaze. She used a little force to turn the props' parabola into a straight line.

She said angrily.

"It's better not to know tonight, Battle Maniac, we need to keep a low profile."

"You are the mastermind, you have the final say." Blaze tossed the props. Greenland's words were a little impolite, but he felt pretty good about it. In the past, Greenland always had a sense of deliberate flattery in his words, but now it is gone.

The friendship also became real.

"Let's go."

When the chicken spread its wings and flew into the sky with the strong wind, Blaze's eyes subconsciously followed the moonlight and fell on the window of Audrey's room.

Audrey was looking at her from the window. Her hair was a little messy, her eyes were red and a little swollen, and her nose seemed to be twitching in grievance.

Their eyes met, but Audrey didn't rush to take care of herself as usual. Instead, she frowned and reached out to close the window as if she had a bad temper, leaving only Blaze's back.

"It's so beautiful."

……

The eternal kingdom of Camelot is far away from the city of Crete, and even its color is the exact opposite of white.

From a distance, it really looked like a huge cup, but this cup was broken, and there was an extremely huge crack on the snow-white wall. If this was a cup, then it had lost its meaning of existence.

"That rift was created by the Fairy Kingdom. Oh, that was quite a torturous challenge." Greenland began to mutter.

The biggest problem that people in a foreign land encounter is never how strong the enemy is, but how to [pass the level].

In a dungeon like the Chalice of Avalon, all enemies are lake fairies in a sleepwalking state. They cannot be killed, and the way to pass the level is to figure out how to destroy this sweet dream.

The method, of course, is to directly break the Holy Grail of Avalon.