Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

Without thinking too much, just out of the impulse in her heart, Artoria suddenly increased her strength in her hands and pulled Guinevere over, who was caught off guard.

Then, she took a deep breath, stood up on tiptoes, and pecked him on the face.

Chapter 47 Do you really think Merlin’s magic is a universal excuse? !

As if a bird pecked him on the face, the girl's lips trembled slightly, she was so shy, but at the same time, the meaning contained in it... I can't make it up later.

After all, the above content is all Guinevere's imagination.

With the screen on his side, how could he know what Artoria's kiss was like?

What he could clearly see was Artoria's expression that she was acting out of anger, but at the same time she was blushing because of her frivolous behavior, so embarrassed that the corners of her face and eyes were filled with sparkling light.

That's really cute.

As for the specific touch... Looking at myself in the simulation who was dumbfounded and whose face was already flushed, it was obvious that the kiss tasted very good.

so envious.

Guinevere reached out and fumbled for a long biscuit for himself on the bedside table. He slowly took it into his mouth, bit off a small section, then took the biscuit down like a cigarette, and spit out a long mouthful of biscuit-rich biscuit. breath of air.

"I'm so sad, I'm really sad..."

Guinevere raised his head and looked at the sky that had begun to dim, with tears streaming down his face:

"It's really sad that there is no pocky in this world."

"I think if Miss Texas from Ark traveled here, she would die of grief because she had no pocky to eat."

On the other hand, not to mention Guinevere's despair in reality, in the simulated world, after Arturia withdrew her face with a flushed face, she seriously sorted out the things that had just been done to Guinevere. She messed up her collar again.

At the end, she glared fiercely at Lancelot who was not far away, full of declarations of sovereignty.

But to be honest, in terms of being a good wife, Artoria still feels inferior to Yao Orchid.

Guinevere thought as he turned the angle of view to his front, looked at his collar.

On the other side, seeing Artoria's behavior, Lancelot just smiled softly and didn't care much.

"I am really happy to chat with you. Although I would like to chat with you more, I am afraid that time does not allow it."

"Now I must leave for Manchester and stop Bagster from moving any further."

Saying this, Lancelot took out another mask from somewhere and put it on gently - but it was obviously not the one he used when fighting Guinevere before. The previous mask had been worn by Guinevere. Knievel was destroyed.

"Manchester? Bagster? What's going on? Why are you trying to stop Bagster from moving?"

Arturia asked in confusion.

"Oh? Don't you know?"

Lancelot turned back and glanced at Artoria:

"She suddenly started going crazy and killed all the goblins in Manchester. Then she turned into a huge black dog and was killing indiscriminately. Now she has been confirmed as a [catastrophe]. If If we leave her alone, she will probably destroy all of Britain."

"Huh?" Artoria was stunned, and all her original hostility towards Lancelot disappeared temporarily because of this shocking news.

"But how could it be possible? Obviously, it's not yet time. Why would Bagzi now..."

"Because I learned some truths that I shouldn't know, or something like that." Lancelot said very calmly. At the end, she walked up to Artoria and whispered in her ear:

"Obviously, you are not the only special guy."

Artoria's eyes suddenly widened.

"Well, at least I hope that this time, as the child of the prophecy, you can shoulder your responsibilities properly and don't be as irresponsible as last time."

"By the way, I will also think of a solution for Bagster in reality. Now that I am on my way to Manchester on both sides, you can just start from scratch without any worries."

"—"

Patting Artoria's shoulder lightly, Lancelot once again distanced himself from her, and his speaking volume returned to normal:

"Next, I will help you delay Bagster for about two months. During this time, you should fulfill the prophecy and complete your mission. I will use my sword to fight for you with all my strength. The one who blazed a trail.”

"After all, if Britain is destroyed by disaster, my beloved who still doesn't know where he is will also be affected, right?"

"Well, goodbye, Guinevere-kun, let's spar together if we have the chance, right?"

After leaving such farewell words, azure magic power suddenly erupted from Lancelot's back. The huge magic release whipped up a raging wind, and Lancelot's body instantly turned into a meteor, rising into the sky. Then quickly disappeared into the horizon.

"It goes really fast. I have to say that it's really enviable mobility." Oberon said with emotion as he looked at the meteor that was gradually disappearing on the horizon.

"Well... I'm gone." Guinevere nodded, feeling disappointed.

Then, he felt a hand suddenly grab his arm forcefully:

"She's gone, you seem very disappointed?"

As if there was an apex predator emitting strong murderous intent behind him, sweat suddenly began to form on Guinevere's forehead.

"It's okay, I just think she's an interesting person."

Wiping the sweat from his head, Guinevere said sarcastically:

"But Artoria, you seem to hate Lancelot's appearance?"

"It's not that I hate it, I just feel angry when I see her playful and smiling face... Do you have so many expressions? You have to change your expression when you say a word! It's so artificial! Who is talking about it? It seems that I can do it! o(▼Van▼メ;)o?╬??д??╬?(╬￣Van￣)(╬◣д◢)!”

Guinevere: ┐('~`；)┌

After looking at Artoria's murderous face, Guinevere finally didn't dare to say a word.

"Forget it, anyway, the troublesome guy has left. Let's set off for Norwich next... Huh! I will definitely fulfill my duties as the Son of Prophecy, and I will never let it go again. That kind of guy looks down upon... Ah, speaking of which, shouldn't we go find Murien first and ring the clock there?"

Just as Arturia was planning this, Oberon appeared behind her with a smile on her face and gently placed a hand on her shoulder:

"Before that, it seems that we still have some things to discuss, such as the whereabouts of a certain ninety-eight million yuan, don't you think so, Artoria?"

"This, this, this, this..."

This time it was Artoria's turn to start sweating on her head.

However, fortunately, she was not just angry with Lancelot just now. During the conversation just now, she had already thought about the whereabouts of the 800 million:

"Actually! I didn't spend these 800 million rubles indiscriminately. Think about it, these are currencies containing magic power, and in Merlin's magic, there happens to be a very magical transformation magic that can transform these This magical currency was all converted into power... So, I just used Merlin magic to turn all that money into Guinevere's strength!"

"Ah?" Guinevere was stunned, and then nodded, "According to what you said, I seem to feel that my physical fitness has suddenly become much stronger..."

However, when he was speaking, he looked at Oberon cautiously, only to find that the expression on his face quickly turned from cloudy to rainy:

"Ah! Er! Tu! Li! Ya! You dare to tell such a lie now, right?!"

"Do you really think of Merlin's magic as a universal excuse, you bastard?!"

"If you don't beat me for three days, why don't you go to the house?! At this point, you still want to make up lies to deceive me?!"

Oberon was almost roaring now.

"No, wait, Oberon, calm down!"

Seeing that Oberon had even raised his feather duster, Guinevere quickly stepped forward to stop him, while Arturia was so frightened that she ran away with her head in her arms.

While dodging Oberon's feather duster, Artoria held her head and wailed:

"Why was it discovered?"

Chapter 48 Oberon: Isn’t this crap game anti-addiction? !

"Okay, although I've confirmed that you didn't really use the money for pornography, gambling or drugs... but spending ninety-eight million in one go is too outrageous, right?! Give me some control!"

In the end, Arturia was able to escape from the feather duster, perhaps because she realized that Guinevere's strength had indeed become stronger.

Then, the three of them decided after consultation that they would spend the night in Gloucester and then go find Murien the next day to let Artoria ring the bell of prophecy.

[While looking for an inn, you were approached by a group of low-level goblins from Gloucester. 】

"Ah, I found it, I found it - Hey~ Please wait a moment - [Son of Prophecy]! Are you the companions of [Son of Prophecy]?!"

A group of goblins who could be clearly distinguished from the high-level goblins that Guinevere and the others had seen at the auction just by their clothing and magic power hurried over and surrounded Guinevere and the others.

As soon as they came over, after taking a serious look at Guinevere and the others, their faces soon showed expressions of disappointment:

"Where is [The Son of Prophecy]? Has he left already? Has he already gone to the next city?"

"——" Artoria looked at Guinevere blankly and said nothing.

At this time, one of the goblins jumped out and answered the question of his companion:

"Isn't this nonsense? The Son of Prophecy is busy saving the whole of Britain, so it's normal to leave in a hurry, right?"

"I know...but, I really want to see her...but there's nothing I can do about it, after all, she is the [Child of Prophecy]." The goblins sighed one after another.

"Well, um, everyone, uh-" At this time, Artoria finally summoned up the courage to talk to the goblins.

But her speaking voice was too soft, so it did not attract the attention of the goblins. Now they have gathered around again and started to stuff some messy things into Guinevere's hands:

"But it doesn't matter if the Son of Prophecy is not here. It's the same thing if I give it to you anyway. Although it's not much, please accept it."

"The Son of Prophecy will definitely appear and come to save our Britain. We have always believed in that moment, and have accumulated these things bit by bit for this purpose..."

“Although it’s all small change, old clothes, stones, tree roots, etc., all worthless things, but this is all we can scrape together, I believe it will definitely come in handy. "

"So, please accept it, please."

Facing the shining eyes of the fairies, Artoria was silent for two seconds, and finally smiled:

"Well, I'll accept it. The Son of Prophecy will definitely be very happy if he knows about it."

And her answer also made the group of lower-level fairies excited again:

"Will it...well, it will definitely happen! You guys must protect the Son of Prophecy!"

After leaving such words, the group of fairies quickly dispersed.

But after they left noisily, Artoria looked at the direction they left, speechless for a long time.

Guinevere stood next to Artoria and looked at her secretly, but subconsciously felt that her eyes seemed a little sad.

He didn't understand why Artoria had such an expression.

"It's amazing, there are mountains of gifts."

Oberon touched his chin and said:

"It just so happens that Guinevere's power has been strengthened a lot. I'll leave it to you to move it. Take a breath before heading to the hotel."

"Ah?" Guinevere was stunned, "Why me?"

"After all, all our travel expenses have just been spent on you. In this case, it's appropriate for you to put in more effort, right?" Oberon said plausibly, "And there is a lot of food in here. Goblins don't need to eat. Yes, only you as a human have to eat, so it’s just right for you to be the coolie... Or can you persuade Artoria to throw away these useless things?"

"Ah, in that case, that's not very good..." Artoria's expression was a little reluctant, "After all, it is a gift that everyone has saved up carefully and then sent it, right? Although it may not be useful, but among the I really have accumulated a lot of thoughts..."

"I understand, it makes sense." Guinevere raised his hands in surrender, "In that case, let me take it to Redela outside the city."

[You painstakingly carried the gifts given to Artoria by the lower-level goblins out of the city and dragged them onto Redela Bit's carriage. 】

[On the second day, you met with Murien again and allowed Arturia to arrive at the Bell Ringing Hall. 】

"Are you ready, Artoria?" Oberon looked at Artoria, "After taking this step, the mission of the Son of Prophecy will truly begin. Can you never look back?"

"......yes."

Arturia turned around, her eyes fell on Guinevere, and even her eyes suddenly became a little gentler.

Then, she nodded gently:

"Of course I'm ready, because I already have a reason why I can't retreat."

"Well, please stand back a little, I'm going to start ringing the bell."

[You and Oberon looked at each other and made way for Artoria. 】

Then, under Guinevere's concerned gaze, Arturia slowly stepped forward to the Prophecy Bell, slowly raised the staff of choice in her hand, and then, faint magic fluctuations flowed around her. Rise up like a shining star.

"Songs of Paradise, Voices of the Inner Sea,"

"Being born to be chosen, judged, and corrected."

"The Bone Bell of the Beginning guides the way back for the lost children."

"—Forgive his sins."

As Arturia sang, at a certain moment, the staff of choice in her hand suddenly lit up with a dazzling light, capturing the attention of everyone present.