1:310 Forbidden to the Sad Scene (Part II)

Arthur took a shower in his room, and the hot water cleared his mind a little and his body became refreshed. He changed into his pajamas and climbed into bed to get ready for bed.

"Knock, knock. "Somebody's knocking on the door

It's troublesome. Arthur deliberately did not agree.

"Knock, knock. "It's still knocking.

"Have you slept, Arthur?" asked Pasiva outside the door.

"Slept. Arthur said angrily.

"Well, I'm in. The idiot Paciva didn't understand Arthur's words, and walked in uninterestingly.

"There was a bit of cold medicine and ginger tea here. Will you take your medicine and go to sleep?" he brought over the plate and placed it at the head of Arthur's bed.

Arthur reluctantly got up, grabbed the medicine and ginger tea, and swallowed it with a grunt.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep, don't bother me. He shrunk under the covers.

"Well, well. Good night, Arthur. Pasiva prepared to leave.

Footsteps rang twice.

Stop it.

Pasiva suddenly asked, "Arthur, I actually helped you bathe unconscious yesterday and noticed the birthmark on your arm. Are you—" Arthur, who was under the covers, suddenly broke out in a cold sweat. Oh no, I'm really going to be recognized this time!

If the matter of men dressing up as women is revealed, I am afraid that this guy will laugh at them for the rest of his life!

"Are you—the twin brother of Artoria?" asked Paseva.

Wait a minute. What's going on?

Pasiva is really stupid.

It's great that he's such a stupid guy!

"I just learned that twins can even have the same birthmark. It's amazing. Pasiva muttered, "Well, that's all there is to say, good night?" Arthur pretended to be asleep and continued to hide under the covers. It was very hot in the bed, but he didn't want to move until Pashiva left.

Pasiva thought Arthur was asleep, so he muttered to himself, "The little boy I met in my uncle's cellar when I was a child is actually Arthur, right? Maybe you don't remember it, but you are my first friend, Arthur." "Good night. Then he ran out and closed the door.

First friend?

Arthur reminisced about his childhood in the dark. Every day, under the abuse of his brother Gangse, he became completely depleted. Every day is worse than death.

However, the boy who miraculously appeared at that time was like a ray of light in the darkness.

He was also Arthur's first friend.

To those who are in darkness, this faint light is so precious.

weishenme, will he forget about gratitude to Pasiva?

The next morning.

Arthur still felt cold and hot, and had a splitting headache. But the weather was much better today, it was a bright winter morning, and despite the objections of the two kittens, he forced them to catch them on the dragoon, and flew to Vivien's institute accompanied by Oyun and Evan.

A dragoon and an iron rider landed on the lake's edge, and Arthur grabbed the two leopard-man boys from the dragoons and untied them.

"I'll take these two boys to the institute, Oyun, you take the wind here. Arthur ordered.

"Understood. The Gaia Knight replied emotionlessly.

Arthur dragged them into the lake despite the objections of the two leopard boys. The reason he didn't ask Oyun to let them in was because Vivien didn't like too many strangers.

"Alas, I have to be managed by my father again. Zhalfir said as he walked towards the institute.

"You are idle in Fort Eielsen. Arthur pretended not to care, "Just come and keep Vivien company—by the way, are you saying that Palamides and Vivien [that] are true?" "Of course!" Segrad smirked as he put his arms around his brother [the case repeated]—"Daddy was holding Aunt Vivien like that, and then kissing—" "Hey!" The other kitten used his hand to block his brother's kiss, "Anyway, Daddy just found an opportunity to take advantage of Aunt Vivien—hehehe." "Oh. Arthur was relieved. The [hot fight] that the two leopard boy said turned out to be just the limit of kissing.

However, there are indeed ordinary people who dare to hug Vivian like this and kiss them, and they will definitely be dismantled. Arthur knows this sister's temperament, and she is not easy to mess with.

If she is forcibly kissed and doesn't resist, does that mean that Vivien is also interested in Palamides? Really?

What's so good about that middle-aged cat uncle? And with two sons. Isn't Vivien the most annoying imp?

"Aiqing doesn't give reasons, and it doesn't choose a time and place to happen. This was Arthur's previous words to persuade Parin Lorre, which was then returned by Palin Lorre to Arthur, and now ringed in Arthur's head.

Aiqing may really be unreasonable. God knows. Arthur, who doesn't know love anyway, will never be able to understand.

"Excuse me—" Arthur led the golem to the infirmary, "—" What he saw was an astonishing scene: Vivien was holding a bowl of oatmeal, feeding Palamides little by little. The leopard man was lying on the hospital bed, and although he ate such simple food, he ate it with relish.

"Oh, Arthur. Vivien hurriedly put the bowl of porridge aside, "You're finally here." "Uh, Arthur," the leopard man smirked, trying to hide his shyness. He saw his two sons poking their heads out from behind Arthur and snickering, and even their faces turned red.

"Alright, you can recuperate in peace. Vivien left Palamides alone, "Arthur, are you here to check on the progress of the King's Sword?" "Well-well, you go serve your father." Arthur nudged the two leopard-man boys and sent them away, "Vivien, I wonder if you can really make a sword in a week." Something went wrong and I was going to get the sword in a week anyway. The woman gestured for Arthur to follow her, "We'll talk as we walk." In the lab, Merlin was busy crunching on countless files, extracting them from his head as if he were unzipping them, splitting them into wisps of light, and synchronizing their data with the institute's computer with an electrical impulse.

Arthur had never seen anyone able to do this, but Merlin was a spirit, a god-like being, and it was not surprising that he would make such an astonishing move.

"You never cease to amaze me. Arthur interrupted.

"Hehe, Arthur?" Merlin stopped what he was doing, and countless rays of light immediately flowed back into his head, "The computer in this institute is great, and it is better than I expected. Arthur was afraid that Merlin would babble about those irrelevant things, so he quickly interrupted: "I just want to know the status of the reforge of the King's Sword, I don't care about other things." "It's so cold. Over there, see for yourself—" Merlin rose from his chair and gestured to a template in the corner of the lab.

The Holy Sword has basically taken shape. It's not so much recast as it is mounted. A silvery-white skeleton is covered with tens of millions of precision chips.

Is this really a weapon?! Wouldn't it really be terrible if such a sophisticated machine was taken into battle?

"Don't look at it like this. Merlin knew the anxiety in Arthur's heart, "This thing is stronger than you think when it's installed." The shell is reinforced with an additional layer of [Mithril] to ensure that it is [physically indestructible]. "Yes. Arthur replied, but he couldn't help but hesitate, "Anyway, please hurry." I haven't had my sword reforged in less than a week, and my head is about to hit the ground. "Don't worry. I already have more than 90% of the information on the Sword of Kings. To make a new sword that is functionally identical to it, there is barely enough time. "Ninety percent?!What about the remaining ten percent?!" Arthur was uneasy.

"The rest is the data encrypted by the ancients, which needs to be cracked by supercomputers for a long time. Don't worry about it for now. It doesn't affect the function of the Holy Sword anyway, does it?" Merlin grinned.

Arthur looked displeased, and his favorability for Merlin immediately discounted: "He also said that he was a great god, and he actually cut corners" "There is no way to be lazy, who told you to hurry." Merlin sneered.

Vivien also walked over, magically controlling her hair, allowing them to move as freely as countless hands: "If you don't mind, I'm going to keep it on my side." Unless you want us to slow down the progress of the sword?" "Okay. Arthur stepped away and watched as Vivien used thousands of strands of hair to mount needle-thin parts into the sword.

This kind of delicate work must be done by Vivien.

"Good luck, Vivien. Arthur said casually and retreated to the door of the research room.

"Hmm. Vivien replied coldly.