Fairy Britain, they all want to raise me?

The goblin waved the giant gun in his hand wildly and looked around warily:

"Where are the suspicious guys? Is it Morse? Leave it to me! I won't let them endanger Miss Artoria's safety!"

Guinevere couldn't stop her from reacting like this.

"What's the matter with this guy?"

At this time, Oberon also came over and asked doubtfully.

"I don't know either," Guinevere said. He didn't know what expression to make now. "Anyway, he seems to be a guy who doesn't understand the situation at all...but he shouldn't be an enemy. After all, he has a long hair." A very harmless face."

After all, this goblin is someone he knows.

The goblin Gareth once heard the legend of the Son of Prophecy in the second simulation, and the guy who came here because of it had a very harmless round face and a reckless personality. At this point, he probably I get along well with Artoria.

However, it may be because Gareth and Artoria have similar personalities. In short, Guinevere will unconsciously feel close to this guy when he sees her, and it is difficult to regard her as an enemy. treat.

In addition, this guy's premonition seems to be very accurate. Last time she accurately predicted that Guinevere would die in Norwich.

"I'm sorry! Is it because I have bad eyesight?! There is no trace of the suspicious guy at all, Senior Guinevere! Can you tell me where the suspicious guy is?!"

Until this moment, Gareth had not understood the situation at all. Instead, he turned to Guinevere and asked.

Guinevere and Oberon looked at each other, speechless for a moment.

"Here, here." Guinevere pointed to the location of Gareth and said helplessly.

Then he watched Gareth turn around, glanced suspiciously, and then turned back:

"Senior Guinevere, there is nothing in this direction."

Guinevere slowly covered his face.

"Ah!" It was only then that Gareth finally seemed to notice something. Following the direction of Guinevere's finger, she also raised a finger and pointed at herself, and then said blankly:

"Wait a minute, senior Guinevere, could it be me that the suspicious person you are talking about is me?"

"Is this guy out of his mind?"

Oberon leaned closer to Guinevere and asked softly.

"Who knows, probably so. The thick lines are as thick as Artoria's."

Guinevere also whispered back.

"Hey! You two! Don't just go far away and secretly say bad things about me!"

At this time, Artoria's fierce face suddenly appeared from between Guinevere and Oberon. Then she grabbed Guinevere and Oberon's shoulders with both hands and pushed them out, giving her Cleared a way.

"Really, you can only arrive in time at times like this." Oberon said angrily.

"That's not necessarily the case," Guinevere helped. "She won't be absent every time a large reward is collected."

"You're right," Oberon nodded, "Then when the prodigal was defeated, it was her duty to take the lead."

"I can't hear it, I can't hear it, I can't hear it."

In response to the two people's overt and insidious sarcasm, Artoria simply covered her ears and recited "Don't listen, don't listen to the bastard chanting sutra" twice in a low voice, then made a face at the two of them, and then walked quickly Meet Gareth.

"Hello, hello! What's your name?!"

"Ah! It's Miss Artoria!" Seeing Artoria approaching, Gareth saluted seriously:

"Leprechaun Gareth! Come and report!"

"I am Gareth, the rootless duckweed who aims to become Miss Artoria's attendant! I hope I can help you!"

"Hey, is this really okay?" Oberon asked Guinevere in a low voice again:

“I feel like there are more and more people holding us back.”

"Hey! Oberon! We are not deaf! We can hear you!" Artoria waved her fist at Oberon in protest.

Hearing this, Oberon rolled his eyes and said "tsk".

"Isn't it good?"

Guinevere smiled:

"After we have her, the rest of our trip will probably be more noisy,"

"This trip should be able to leave some very good memories, right?"

"Ah," Oberon was stunned when he heard this, and then he laughed:

"You guy, you occasionally say some inexplicable and beautiful words!"

Chapter 50 Black Dog ([-]-in-[-])

[Gareth joins your team. 】

[The team of the Children of Prophecy has grown stronger. 】

[One day later, you arrived at Oberon’s territory, the Welsh Forest. 】

[Here, you received a warm welcome from the fairies of the Welsh forest. 】

[Most of the fairies in the Welsh forests are petite and do not speak the common language of the fairies. 】

[Even so, just by watching them crowd around you and jumping with joy, you can feel their deep welcome to you and your group. 】

[The fairies of the Welsh forests have brought you a large number of chestnuts to entertain you. 】

"Oh! Chestnuts! There are actually chestnuts here!" Arturia's eyes suddenly lit up when she saw those chestnuts, "How amazing! Isn't this a contraband? 'Sweet things' are controlled in the south. But for rare items, this place turns out to be a lawless place!”

"Eh? Control?" Guinevere was stunned.

"Yes, generally speaking, only high-level fairies can get [snacks]. This is a noble and rare product!" Artoria had already picked up the chestnuts and gnawed them like a squirrel, saying happily as she gnawed them. .

"After all, Her Majesty the Queen has ordered that processing fruits and the like is prohibited. Sugar is a scarce commodity." Gareth on the other side also said.

"However, it seems that it will be much better in the north!" At this point, Artoria's mood suddenly became inexplicably high. "After all, that is Noknare's territory. As the Queen of the North, she doesn't care. There’s no such thing as a ban, but you’re still producing desserts on your own. Isn’t that cool?”

"Having said that, is that also Noknare's contribution? What does it have to do with you? Didn't you say before that you would be very discouraged if she lived a good life?" At this time, Guinevere initiated Soul questions.

"Ah this-"

Arturia's movement of biting the chestnut suddenly paused, and the expression on her face suddenly became a little sad.

——So she gnawed the chestnut harder.

"But wait a minute, is it Morgan's order to have no pockies in Britain?" At this time, Guinevere suddenly noticed another question, "That's it! It's her fault that I can only eat long biscuits every day. !”

After talking about this, his expression was one of indignation:

"In this case, there is only one answer - eliminate the tyranny of Morgan, and the world belongs to Lily!"

——For some reason, when he shouted this sentence loudly in the simulator, Guinevere suddenly shuddered unconsciously.

He touched the back of his neck and turned to look out the window, but found nothing.

Not sure if it was an illusion, but he felt as if someone had glanced at him there just now.

This conjecture made Guinevere feel a little shuddering.

"Could it be that...the Fairy Country is also haunted?"

However, at this moment, daily life in the simulator is still going on:

"Hey! What the hell is Lily again!"

"It's the nickname you asked for before! It's a nickname that means we have a good relationship!"

"But didn't you say before that the name Artoria sounds good and you don't want to change it?" Then, Oberon on the side accurately found the blind spot, "So you don't think the name Artoria sounds good now?"

"Ah this..." Guinevere was choked by Oberon's words.

Then, feeling the smile on Artoria's face disappear quickly, Guinevere was silent for two seconds, and then he could only rush forward and pinch Oberon's neck: "You are so talkative at this time, you bastard!"

"Haha, in short, it seems that you are all having fun here, so I'm relieved."

Quickly avoiding Guinevere's chokehold, Oberon dodged and quickly put on the white traveling windbreaker:

"Well, everyone in Wales, I would like to trouble you to entertain the guests for the time being. I will leave first to investigate the information. I will be back in the evening. Remember to leave dinner for me!"

After saying these words, Oberon simply ran away.

[While the goblins in the Welsh forest warmly entertained your group, Oberon set off to Manchester to investigate the situation. 】

"Hey, wait a minute, Oberon, at least leave us a translator... No wait, brother! Don't leave while we're talking about business!"

Although he still wanted to call Oberon, as soon as Guinevere called out his name, Oberon left a little faster, and he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

After a few seconds of silence, Guinevere retracted his hand in embarrassment. Then, he looked back at Gareth and Artoria, who were happily eating chestnuts, and the expressions on their faces became much gentler. .

"...Forget it, at least everyone seems to be having a good time, and the translation seems to be..."

"Indeed, I can't understand what the goblins in Wales are saying. It's really troublesome not to have a translator."

Just as Guinevere was talking to himself, Redela Bit suddenly emerged from beside him, and the sudden sound startled Guinevere:

"However, speaking of it, he only neglected to introduce me to the goblins in Wales, which really hurt my heart... Isn't Oberon a bit like that? He's very reckless in what he says and does?"

"This is it..."

Hearing this, Guinevere turned his head silently and began to talk about him.

This matter... I can only say that it seems that Oberon is not the only one to make this mistake.

At this moment, a rapid buzzing sound reached Guinevere's ears. When he turned around, he saw a small insect-shaped fairy flying anxiously through the air, making a sharp sound as it flew. There was a buzzing sound, and all the goblins showed frightened expressions after hearing the sound. Then, they climbed up the trees one after another, or hid in the tree holes, and quickly hid.

[For some reason you don’t know, all the goblins are hiding. 】

"What's going on?! What happened?" Guinevere suddenly woke up and clenched the sword tightly with one hand.

"Hang Chi Chi, it seems that the smell of black dogs is permeating the air. Everyone is probably more afraid."

"Black, black dog?" Guinevere's hand holding the sword shook violently.

This name made a really profound impression on him.

In the last simulation, Bagster had this title in the [Great Disaster] state.

"Relax, they are just some monsters that often wander around Britain. They are not too difficult to deal with. If I must say, they are easier to cook than Morse."

Redela said calmly while chewing pears,

"But there is no need to be afraid. A mere puppy is the enemy of a rabbit!"

After saying that, it stood up suddenly and waved the big knife in its hand:

"Let me reward rabbits with their snacks with my bravery!"

"Didn't you know you were Red Rabbit?!" Guinevere yelled.

While the two were arguing, a group of blue hounds were already coming on blue flames.

That is really a chilling creature. Although it is called a black dog, its actual color is black and blue. Similarly, it is more like a human kneeling on the ground and crawling on all fours than a dog. , but it still has a huge dog head, and only a large area of ​​black and a faint blue pupil can be seen in the dark eyes, and it continuously makes a sound like crying.

Just by looking at it, you can understand that those guys should be very strong, although their individual strength is not so strong that Guinevere can't handle it, and they are not much stronger than the enemies Guinevere fought when he helped the goblins on the road... ...But there is no comparison at all in small quantities.

There were only three or two monsters that Guinevere encountered when he came to help before, and now the number of black dogs they saw was more than ten times that of them?The overwhelming number of birds made Guinevere's heart skip a beat.

Based on Guinevere's past experience, these guys should not be dungeons that he can brush at this stage of the simulation, which has just started less than a month ago.

Generally speaking, Guinevere will only try to challenge an opponent of this level after he has been leveling for almost a year and all attributes have reached C or above. Even so, his chances of winning are not necessarily good. How high will it be.

However, after all, Artoria has spent money to improve his attributes a lot, and as the team grows, Redela and Gareth join the team one after another. In this way, these black dogs are not unable to fight. .....

"what--"

While Guinevere was still here calculating the difference in combat power between the two sides, a black dog had already approached him like lightning, pounced on him, and bit him directly.

Then, Guinevere's brain didn't even start to work, and the sword in his hand had already drawn an arc, accurately decapitating the black dog.

"what?"

No, it’s not just one. After the black dog was killed by Guinevere, there were already more black dogs surrounding Guinevere in groups. They obviously also had certain abilities. With their intelligence, they quickly formed a team to work together, dispersed their actions, and rushed towards Guinevere from all directions from the west.

Then, before Guinevere's brain started to function, the sword in his hand had already followed his subconscious and swung up like a hurricane. As soon as the black dogs from all directions approached him, they were quickly struck by Guinevere. The sword in his hand was broken into pieces.

Not only that, the sword in Guinevere's hand was swung faster and faster. It was obvious that he was just following the subconscious mind of his mind to swing the sword, but every sword he struck was perfectly connected and quickly turned into a ball surrounding him. There was a silver ball of light around him. As Guinevere stepped forward, all the black dogs that came into contact with the ball of light would be instantly torn into pieces.

After two seconds of silence, Guinevere silently opened the trusteeship for his character.

Then he saw that in the simulation, he simply stopped hesitating and charged directly into the group of black dogs single-handedly. Wherever he went, waves of blood surged wildly, and the large number of black dogs were defeated by him. , let alone posing a threat to him, even if you want to cross his sword circle, you can't even take a step. The moment you approach him, you will be smashed into black dogs by the windmill.