"Are you alright? Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info" Artoria said with a smile as she looked at the old man.

The old man nodded and said, "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened today." ”

The old man sighed helplessly, and then he glanced at the stall where he had been overthrown, and the sorrow on his face became even stronger.

"Hey...... I really don't know what's going on in this country......"

The old man said this, and Artoria's face became even more lonely.

Sang Zhefeng couldn't help but think for a moment after seeing such a scene, and then he walked forward and came to the old man.

"Sir, this is not true, isn't there still a prince?" He smiled, looking very sunny, and his eyes were fixed on the old man.

"Don't you know?" At the mention of the prince, the old man's expression became even more lonely, "Arthur failed in these raids...... It is likely that it has been ......"

The old man sighed even more, looking at the expression on his face, and even a look of despair appeared, as if tomorrow would be the end of the world.

"Oh? We really don't know about this, it sounds like you know him well, so do you know where the last time he fought? ”

Sang Zhefeng continued to ask with a smile, and the old man continued casually: "On the outskirts of the south of the city...... Wait, why are you asking this? ”

Only then did the old man feel that something was wrong—what was the man in front of him asking?

"Nothing, just curiosity." Sang Zhefeng replied with a smile, but his heart was already thinking about it.

Looks like I'm going to go to that outskirts to have a look at it later.

Artoria over there looked at the old man, not knowing what she was thinking, she suddenly pursed her lips and said, "Don't worry, this country will definitely return to normal conditions...... Will definitely ......."

Her words were firm, almost swearing, and drew a look of surprise from the old man.

The old man looked at the girl and was about to say something, but a voice from the other side interrupted him.

"Prince! Prince Arthur! Prince Arthur is not dead! He's back! It's back! ”

I don't know who suddenly shouted such a sentence on the street, which immediately caused the shock of almost everyone around, both men, women and children looked in the direction where the sound came from, and saw that there was a little girl waving her hands there.

"The prince is wounded! The prince is injured! He's at the north gate! Go help him! ”

The girl's voice was slightly weeping, but her words moved everyone in the direction of the north.

Many people were still there shouting for the prince and marching all the way forward.

"Doesn't it look like the [prince's] prestige among the people is still good?"

Sang Zhefeng looked at the surging crowd, the old man next to them just now had already squeezed directly into the crowd and squeezed in the direction of the door, seeing that he didn't have the weakness he had before at all - have you ever seen that old man be able to walk like a fly in so many crowds?

Artoria looked at the crowd, her face slightly darkened.

"The prince...... Seems more suited to be a king......" Artoria sighed, but the next moment she felt a knock on her head, she let out a painful cry, and then looked back at her back with tears in her eyes.

I saw Sanzhe standing behind her, his left hand raised, and it seemed that he had knocked Artoria just now.

"But how much of a leader that guy has, then he also uses your identity. You are the king, and he is not. Then you should puff up your chest and take a good look at what that guy is doing pretending to be you. ”

Sanzhefeng said this, and Artoria's face was slightly dazed.

"You have to think about who you're fighting for."

Artoria's face slowly returned to its normal expression, and she sank her breath, nodded to Artoria, and walked in the direction where the crowd had gathered.

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There were a lot of people around the north gate, and some of them couldn't see the situation inside. However, Artoria and Joan of Arc are the kind of people who tend to be warriors. The two of them stood in front, pushing the crowd and shouting for a way.

And Sanzhefeng and Kuer followed them and walked to the front of the crowd.

And when they went, a small remnant of the defeated generals appeared before their eyes.

It was a group of soldiers, wearing tattered armor, with a lot of wounds on their bodies, and a few missing arms and legs, and they looked really embarrassed.

At the top of them was a young man with blond hair, who was very handsome, and his blonde hair was like the sun. It's just that his current state is not very good, he still looks like he has a lot of wounds on his body, his face is also a little pale, and it seems that there are a lot of blood stains on his body.

Artoria looked at the boy with a slightly strange look on her face, the boy looked as if he was younger than her, and he didn't know how he became the impostor prince.

But now the face of this fake prince is really not good, and the girl over there supports him and walks forward step by step.

The people next to him all looked at him worriedly, and went up to help him, it seemed that his reputation was really good.

"Thank you...... Thank you all ......."

He spoke weakly, and the people around him said "Nothing, nothing." Then he continued to hold Arthur and walked forward.

Sang Zhefeng looked at the blonde boy over there, and suddenly, as if he had thought of something, he frowned, and said in a low voice, "That young man should have just come back." ”

"Eh, it should be ......", Joan of Arc nodded and said, suddenly her face changed, "Wait, it's hard to ......"

"Very likely," Sang Zhefeng looked at the people around him, and said, "He obviously escaped just now, and the possibility of having an enemy behind him is very high, and if you just look at this situation, the troops here can't defend it at all." ”

"So what should I do?" Artoria also heard Sanzhefeng's words, and leaned over to ask Sanzhefeng.

"The best thing to do is to evacuate and go as planned, no matter here." Seeing Artoria's puffing cheeks, Sang Zhefeng couldn't help but sigh and continued, "Don't worry, I won't do this. And it's not like it's impossible to fight. ”

Sang Zhefeng looked at the faltering "prince" over there again.

"And we'll have to ask the prince about it."