Chapter 38: The King's Feast (2)
The voice came from the hall, and it seemed that the other party had already stepped through the main entrance. There was no doubt that the enemy was Iskandar, the king of conquest, and listening to his hearty shout, it did not look like a warrior about to fight.
Artoria didn't dare to slack off, and she materialized the silver armor as she ran. Mordred, however, didn't care, "Ah, I don't feel hostile. β
The three of them finally made their way through the hallway to the terrace...... But it was embarrassing in an instant, and the scene was very delicate.
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"Yo, Saber. When I heard about the castle, I wanted to come and see - how did this happen, huh?" The Emperor smiled unashamedly and bared his teeth, and then he moved his neck in a deliberate manner. This heroic spirit would be nice if it weren't for the white t-shirt with the ridiculous pattern on it.
"There are too many trees in the yard, it's too inconvenient to get in and out, and I almost got lost before I got to the city gate, so I cut some for you, thank me." The view has become much better. β
βRiderγ You ......," Artoria snapped, but she didn't know what to say in the face of this inexplicable enemy.
Rider said with a surprised frown. "Hey Knight King, aren't you going to change into a modern outfit tonight? Don't wear that stiff armor all the time. Look at Mordred, this dress is definitely ten years ahead of the fashion industry! As he spoke, he looked at Mordred, he had never seen a girl so bold in clothes.
Webber half-hid behind the Great. Behind his huge body looked up at Alice Phil, looking at his expression whether he was hostile or frightened. Needless to say, his face clearly reads "I want to go home" and "hurry up". It seems that their actions today are entirely the Emperor's own initiative.
The former conqueror Iskandar, because of his interest in the culture of the invaded territory, took the lead in wearing Asian-style clothing, which made his entourage shy away from him. Alice Fell had heard the story, but she certainly didn't think that the reason for the emperor in front of her to change into modern clothes was actually Mordred.
"Mordred! Give me a normal change of clothes from today! Artoria couldn't take it anymore, and she used this excuse to teach Mordred a lesson.
"Only this one, please let me go!" Mordred clasped her hands together and said "sincerely".
Alice Phil looked at the enemy servant carefully, and what made her feel even more strange was that the emperor had not a weapon or other thing to use in battle, but a barrel. No matter how you look at it, it's a wooden wine bottle. The Emperor, who easily clipped the sake bottle under his arm, was like a sake brewery owner who came to deliver the goods.
"You ......" Artoria, who was speechless again, took a deep breath and calmed down her mood [You bear boy wait for me! At this time, she focused her attention on the two emperors again. "Rider, what are you doing here?"
"Still don't understand? I'm looking for you for a drink - hey, don't be there, lead the way, is there a courtyard suitable for a banquet? It's all gray inside this castle, no. β
"......" Artoria sighed helplessly, and the anger she had generated from Mordred was gone. Looking at this seemingly innocent opponent, she couldn't maintain her fighting spirit. "Alice Phil, what should I do?"
Alice Phil was similarly confused. She was angry at the destruction of the forest's barrier before, but after seeing that grinning face, she couldn't hate it anyway. [Looks stupid, he's not the kind of person who can set traps, does he, really want to drink? γ
Suffice it to say, Alice Phil, you are bewitched by the appearance of the Emperor. It looks like he only has muscles in his head, but it's actually a black belly!
"Could it be that the man wants to adopt a soft policy towards Saber?" Alice Fell asked Artoria puzzled.
"No, it's a challenge." Looking at Artoria, who had become serious for some reason, Mordred had already seen through the essence [Father is definitely a middle two. γ
"Challenge?" Alice Fell continued to be confused.
"Yes...... I am a king, and he is also a king. If you want to divide the high and low at the wine table, it is equivalent to a bloodless 'battle'. Artoria said she understood.
The Emperor smiled and nodded. "Hehe, it's good to understand. Since you can't fight each other with swords, let's use wine to fight it out. Knight King, I won't let you go tonight, get ready. "No one knows, in fact, he just wants to have a drink. But seeing that someone helped him to get through, he was also happy to add a resounding name to this banquet.
"Interesting. I accept. Artoria exudes a fighting spirit as if she were on the battlefield.
"Can I participate?" Mordred asked.
When the Emperor heard this, he fixed his mind and looked at Artoria, who was standing solemnly. "So, do you recognize Mordred as your heir?"
A lot came to mind, and Artoria smiled unconsciously: "Yes, my child." Mordred Pendragon. β
EX Rank to Mo Bao: Father's Love!
With a blow to the heart, Mordred was sunk in an instant. This feeling almost goes to heaven!
"Then, as the heir to the king, Mordred is qualified to participate in this royal feast." The Emperor affirmed.
At this time, Mordred was completely in a state of brain shutdown, and did not react for a long time. Artoria smiled wryly and pulled her to the place of the banquet.