Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

Little did anyone expect that this criminal gang, which roamed the streets at night, would be so capable, inadvertently leaving behind so many legends in the streets and alleys.

Thank you for your sacrifice. May you soon return to the Lord's embrace. Amen...

The culprit who stirred up the Camelot storm, watching the little ones happily playing in the courtyard after releasing their boundless energy, stretched lazily and secretly made the sign of the cross on his chest, offering sincere "blessings" and "prayer" to some unfortunate victims who were caught in the crossfire with a very playful tone.

However, on the other hand, Mordred and her group have thoroughly dealt with all the low-level humanoid monsters in Camelot these past few days. Now they are hiding like mice that have run into a cat. Even if they do encounter them, they all become law-abiding citizens.

Tsk, as expected, they're going to open a new map and go find other elite monsters to cause trouble.

Ideally, the best candidates would be those who can withstand the onslaught of these little guys and repeatedly gain experience.

Yes, it's you, my dear Knights of the Round Table.

Samael made up his mind and immediately decided to instigate these little guys to run around the palace more often and cause trouble for the round tables on duty.

Just as the ancient serpent maliciously raised his hand to stroke his chin, plotting how to corrupt the atmosphere of the palace and harm the Knights of the Round Table.

The little ones, tired of playing King's Game in the courtyard, somehow steered the conversation towards a fanatical argument between Camelot the Lion King and the British Witch.

"Morgan Morgan! I support Morgan; she has the elegance and cuteness of a cat!"

Holding a tabby cat in her arms, Habertrot cast her vote for her close friend without hesitation.

"This level of skill is beyond a cat's; it's like a lion in disguise! Mother is the best! I will always love Mother!"

As a die-hard Morgan fan, Bavanshi jumped around and waved her fists enthusiastically in support of her mother, who occupied almost her entire life.

“Superficial! It must be the Lion King! The sublime principle we knights pursue is to entrust our swords to it, to entrust our honor to it, to dedicate our lives to it! This is the pursuit we should have!”

Since being taken in by Artoria for a few days, Mordred has transformed into the Lion King, becoming a fanatical fan of the Lion King and now cheering for her idol with adoration.

"Mother!"

"My king!"

Soon, Bavanshi and Mordred, two die-hard fans from opposing camps, were locked in a fierce battle, neither willing to back down in their pursuit of the other.

"Stop arguing, stop arguing, they can be just as good, right?"

Seeing the two unruly children grinding their teeth and glaring at each other, seemingly about to start a fight, Habertrot, who had unintentionally ignited the powder keg, couldn't help but scratch his head and mutter to himself, trying to mediate the fight with a troubled expression.

"What do you mean 'equally good'? Traitor!"

"Indecisive and two-faced!"

However, as soon as Habertrot, who was trying to play peacemaker, opened his mouth, both sides in the standoff turned around, glared angrily, and hurled insults at him.

The weaving fairy, seeing the scene before her that resembled a tangled ball of hemp thread, was instantly bewildered. She covered her face in defeat, clutching the flower fox in her arms, and retreated to the side in a disheveled state, not daring to intervene in the bickering between the two brainless fans.

"And you, who do you support?"

However, with Habetrothal's interruption, Mordred and Bavanshi, unable to persuade each other, turned their attention to the three bystanders.

However, Melusine, who was staring blankly at the sky at a 45-degree angle, was awakened and got up without saying a word. She took her favorite little pillow from the bedroom and walked to the end of the porch.

Mordred and Bavanshi were a little confused and subconsciously asked for clarification.

"What are you doing?"

"Take your time choosing, I'm sleepy, I'm going to go to sleep first."

"Wait, didn't you just come out of your room? Where are you taking your bedding with you?"

"Sleeping with Samael, um, body temperature, such a comfortable body temperature and smell."

Melusin gently rubbed against the cushion, savoring the experience she cherished, and muttered to herself before sneaking into the keeper's bedroom and comfortably choosing a good spot to lie down.

“Samael, right, I want to choose Samael too.”

A moment later, a small hand was raised high, and the pure amber eyes blinked excitedly. Then, the child turned and ran to their room to pack their bedding.

“That’s right, Father should be chosen. Father is the best! His strength, superb swordsmanship, timeless elegance, and sage-like wisdom make him the perfect life partner. Exchanging rings in the right place and with the right ceremony would be the best thing ever.

No, just looking at him is enough to make anyone fall in love, even my mother was captivated by him.

Bagst murmured excitedly, gradually becoming somewhat obsessed. His eyes were filled with envy and longing, his shining pupils radiating intense heat. His throat involuntarily gurgled as he swallowed the saliva secreted in his mouth, as if he could see a bone and wanted to snatch it from the hunting dog that was holding it in its mouth.

As a die-hard muscle-loving, canine fairy with a strong admiration for strength, Bagst had witnessed the town being filled by the three great calamities and the magnificent performance of single-handedly overturning most of a round table at the royal banquet. Her worship of her master had long since risen to the level of fanaticism.

I really want to...

Bagst's burning gaze stole towards a certain spot in the pavilion, and drool unconsciously trickled from the corners of his mouth as the heat in his body and the hunger in his stomach surged up.

After a moment, Bagst wiped the drool from the corner of his mouth, raised his hand and slapped his flushed cheeks hard, quickly reminding himself.

No, no, calm down! This is blasphemous! If I keep letting my mind wander, this delusion will evaporate all my rationality.

So, Bagst, suppressing his wild thoughts, took concrete action and squeezed into the house with the same anticipation.

This seems to have gone off-topic, doesn't it?

The two rivals, eager to campaign for Artoria and Morgan, looked at each other in bewilderment upon hearing that the answer was C instead of A or B.

Gradually, Mordred recovered from his shock and realized a certain fact, and angrily rushed towards the house that had been occupied.

"You guys are all wicked! Get out of here! According to the rules, my partner should be mine tonight!"

"Don't you prefer The Lion King?"

"I want both! You bunch of damned trash, don't you dare take my spot!"

"Wait, Bavanshi, what are you doing in here? Get out! Get out of my bed! Shouldn't you be going to see that woman Morgan?"

Mordred pounced on the bed, waving her pillow menacingly as if to defend her sacred territory.

"Tsk, if it weren't for Mother holed up in the magic workshop, I wouldn't bother squeezing in with you guys."

Bawanshi gave a casual hum, then raised an eyebrow, her expression full of provocation.

"But that guy's story is quite interesting, so why not take advantage of it? If you guys can steal it, why can't I?"

"Get the hell away from me!"

"Hehe, I won't."

"Don't pull my hair! Oh, that's my pillow, give it back! And don't touch my snacks tonight! You brats, I'll fight you!"

Inside the pavilion, Samael looked at the figures of varying sizes flashing and tearing within the small room, his lips twitching slightly.

Has anyone asked me if I can't get any sleep?

At this moment, Habertrot, who had quietly slipped to the back, raised his hand and tapped Samael on the back, looking rather smug.

"So, in this competition, you're the most popular one, right..."

Sister Wang, please come out quickly, I can't hold on any longer.

And what about Dai Mao and Kai? Why haven't they been coming over for meals lately? Pick one and take them with you.

The ancient snake, who had just found some peace and quiet, looked at the group of little troublemakers who were fighting each other while hugging pillows, causing chaos and commotion in the house. It couldn't help but rub its forehead in pain and sigh in its heart.

I can't live this day!

A moment later, Samael's eyes flashed with a fierce light, and he stood up menacingly and walked toward the house.

There was no other way, they all cried from being slapped!

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

After a few dozen breaths, accompanied by screams and howls, the little girls who had just received a good spanking lay obediently on their beds, whimpering. The noisy room finally quieted down.

Chapter 92 So, what is the price, Kai?

Camelot, deep in an inconspicuous alleyway.

The recent high level of mental stress has led to a deep sense of fatigue, causing Kai to yawn frequently and appear somewhat drowsy and unfocused.

Fortunately, the journey that required walking alone was not long. Kai, with dark circles under his eyes, made his way through the maze of vines to the end.

The lush green ivy plants intertwine with each other, like a flowing green waterfall, while the interspersed flowers grow diagonally and horizontally, like starlight floating on water.

Kai checked his sense of direction and number of steps, then glanced at the dense vegetation in front of him, revealing a sealed, bluish-gray stone wall.

This should be it.

However, it seems that guy didn't tell him the cipher.

The finance director paused for a moment, tentatively raised the hilt of his sword, and struck the fixed brick.

With a few tinkering movements, the bluish-gray stone wall receded like flowing water, opening a narrow path for only one person to pass through.

Sure enough, it's the same old trick again. They've been using it for so many years without ever changing the ciphertext. They're just as lazy as ever.

Kai rolled his eyes and complained, then stepped onto the path through the brickwork.

After passing through a layer of water-like obstruction, Kai's view suddenly opened up, revealing a dense sea of ​​purplish-red flowers right where he stood.

Looking around, this place resembles a secluded paradise, teeming with lush forests and vibrant, colorful flowers.

The daytime is filled with the sunshine of spring and the scent of summer, while the night is covered by the air of autumn and the starry sky of winter. Flowers and insects roam the earth, and streams flow through the forests, lush greenery abounds, and wild beasts roam. And by the water's edge dwell beautiful fairies.

As the visitor stepped into this territory, one after another, voluptuous and beautiful fairies, fluttering their butterfly or dragonfly-like wings, gracefully flew over and circled around the gentle and handsome knight, their giggling laughter echoing from time to time.

At the same time, pairs of small hands stroked Kai's face, fingers, and back, bringing a tingling, numbing sensation that was highly provocative.

Kai remained unmoved, standing still, looking up at the purple-white tower that floated above the sea of ​​flowers, resembling a diamond, and gave a cold snort.

"Merlin, stop with your lousy tricks."

"You've changed your taste? Wait, I'll try something different."

The murmured chanting came from somewhere, accompanied by a crisp snap of fingers. The voluptuous fairy surrounding Kai became slender and petite, transforming from lively to quiet and elegant. Her eyes still sparkled with charm as she glanced around.

Kai slapped away the beautiful figures in front of him, veins bulging on his forehead.

"Enough, you old lecher! Don't try to fool me with that. I'm here to talk business!"

"When you used to come here, wasn't this the proper business you always did?"

That playful whisper was packed with information.

Kai's expression froze, and his face gradually turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

I was so young and ignorant.

If he could turn back time, he would probably go back and strangle his past self a hundred times over, and also kill that old bastard who corrupted him.

However, Kai quickly calmed his turbulent emotions, and his tone gradually became cold and solemn.

"Stop trying to distract me, you old bastard, come out and see me right now!"

"Huh? You've become so thirsty that you won't even spare me?! Just to be safe, why don't you go back and calm down first?"

The mocking, feigned surprise coming from all around made Kai's blood pressure spike and his teeth chatter.

But then, Kai took a deep breath, calmed his agitated mind, raised his hand to reveal an exquisite ceramic bottle, casually pulled out the cork, and shook his head with a sigh.

"Never mind then, it seems this bottle of fine wine offered to the gods during the Roman Lupercalia festival will have to go to waste."

Wow...

In an instant, amber-colored nectar poured from the bottle, splashing onto the sea of ​​flowers, and the rich aroma of the wine spread.

"Stop! Stop! Waste is shameful!"

In an instant, the air around Kai distorted, and a pale hand reached out from the side, snatching the half-empty bottle of Shepherd's Wine with lightning speed.

"Such a good thing, and you actually wasted it in front of me! What a waste! Where is your chivalrous spirit of thrift and making the most of resources!"

Muttering discontentedly, the handsome white-haired man in the purple and white robes picked up the wine bottle and took a swig.

"puff!"

However, after taking a sip of the wine, Merlin's expression changed immediately, and he spat out the amber-colored liquid.

"What kind of Pan's beer is this? Isn't this just Old John's ale? What's worse, they even added water to it!"

"Well, it's Little John selling now, looks like I'll have to buy my wine from another store from now on."

Kai coughed as he answered, then stroked his chin, and after a moment's thought, delivered the final blow.

“Kai, you have fallen. You were such an upright knight, how could you have gone astray?”

Merlin raised his hand to his chest, his expression one of deep sorrow, but he quietly stepped back.

"If I don't do it this way, will you, you old liar, even come out to see me?"