1:337 Shine on the Holy King (Part II)

At the same time, Rome.

"How's it going, have you thought it through?" asked the Roman Emperor Justin I in a haughty tone as he came to the cell of the Evil Star.

"I'm not going to do your bidding, don't bother. "Evil Star Road.

"Good. Then you can continue to go hungry here. Justinian I said, and turned to leave.

"Wait!" exclaimed Evilstar, "I have a question for me. "Oh?" the Roman Emperor snorted, turning his head.

"How did your son Alexander die?" asked the star, plucking up his courage.

"He died when he was six years old. Justinian I did not answer the Evil Star question directly, "At that time, I was a small general and had many political enemies. The kidnapping boy never returned. "Yes. "The star is silent.

The mystery is getting more and more complex and difficult to solve. How a kidnapped six-year-old child ended up in Evilstar's belly - Evilstar himself can't explain.

Not to mention, he couldn't remember eating a human like that.

Evil Star is not a good type, but as a dragon, he still has a bottom line. If people don't offend me, I don't offend anyone. He only kills those who dare to trespass into his dragon's lair - and such a six-year-old child can't run into the dragon's lair on his own initiative - "Don't worry too much. The voice of the Roman Emperor interrupted Evilstar's thoughts, "I am not here to trouble you for Alexander's sake. You don't need to listen to all that gossip—

Let me tell you another piece of news: your contractor, Arthur, has successfully suppressed the Pantoraken Council and has been recognized by the Council as the king of Pantoraken.

If he comes to Rome to pick you up, as a courtesy of the Allies, I guess I will have to release you. Lucky guy. Evil Star was speechless. Arthur's becoming king was a sure thing, and Evil Star never even suspected it.

It's a monster that can tie with the evil star, and it's a strange thing that such a monster doesn't claim to be king.

Just bear with it a little longer. Bear with it for a few more days, and Arthur will come and pick him up—the dragon thought hopefully, completely unaware of the Roman Emperor's departure.

At the same time, in a hospital in Rome.

"Charlotte," a blonde teenager, looks at the girl on the hospital bed who has been turned into a stone statue.

Lancelot had already made the elixir of immortality according to the recipe given by Merlin. However, it will take some time for this thing to work or not.

If it worked, in another twenty-four hours, his sister would be able to lift the petrification and restore her physical body.

Otherwise, the stone statue in front of him is the form of his sister forever in the future, and she is equivalent to being dead.

The twenty-four hours of waiting was incomparably long and full of anxiety for Lancelot.

A woman's voice sounded behind Lancelot: "Are you still watching, Lancelot? "Fuck off, Mogoth. I'm not in the mood to make small talk with you. The blonde knight sat in front of his sister's bed, never even taking his eyes off her face.

"What a rude imp. Okay, then the slave family is gone, and this special medicine for de-petrification will not be used for you. "What?!" Lancelot jerked back.

I saw a woman in a red evening dress, holding a translucent bottle of red liquid medicine in her hand. The red potion sealed in the glass reflected a strange magic overload, and it seemed that there was a flame burning.

"The cure?" Lancelot asked, incredulously, "why do you believe you, Mogoth?" Mogoth smirked slyly. The witch's red lips were upturned like the sharp horns of the devil: "This is a potion refined from the blood of the immortal bird, and as for the effect, it has been tested on Arthur." If you still don't believe me, that's it—" The witch uncorked the potion bottle, and a drop of red potion fell on the back of the girl's hand. A puff of green smoke rose, and a small part of the back of the girl's hand was depetrified.

"Hehe, what's going on? Compared to the medicine you didn't know where to get it and it took a long time to determine whether it would take effect, this instant special medicine of the slave family can see the effect, right?"

Lancelot frowned. He knew very well that once he got involved with this demon girl, nothing good would happen.

"But you want this medicine. Mogoth seemed to be able to read Lancelot's mind, "The more ways you can save your sister, the better, right?" A painful twist appeared on Lancelot's handsome face. He had heard from Arthur about what Mogoth had done recently, and he knew very well that the witch was in a hostile position with his friend Arthur.

The conditions offered by this demon girl, you don't have to think about it to know a rough idea.

That is, to make Lancelot betray his friend Arthur!-

For the sake of your sister, for the sake of your only blood relative, are you willing to betray your most haode friend?

Mogoth sneered sinisterly.

At this moment, the expression on Lancelot's handsome face, distorted by pain, was exactly what Mogoth was most looking forward to seeing.

At night.

Arthur wiped down his armor and adjusted his gear to the best it could be for tomorrow's battle.

"Arthur?" Palamides knocked on the door.

"Come in. Arthur said, unwilling to put down the screwdriver in his hand, while holding his armour and reassembling it.

The Leopard Warrior walked in with his two sons, along with Vivien.

"Arthur, is you alright?" Vivien greeted as soon as she came up, but this way of speaking was clearly not her style, and she shrank a little uncomfortably beside Palamides.

Arthur saw the old lady's move and knew that something must have happened between Vivien and Palamides.

The blue fur on the leopard warrior's body found to be jet black and shiny, and Arthur noticed the drastic change.

"I'm fine. xiexie you guys. Arthur said deliberately quietly, "I heard that the institute was attacked, are you all right? not injured in the battle?" "It's okay-" The leopard warrior blushed and scratched his head embarrassedly, "Well, Arthur, we're here to say goodbye." The location of the institute has been revealed, and Vivien needs to find another location to build a new one. I've decided to go with her, and maybe I can't stay with you anymore to help for the time being. "Well, go ahead. Arthur said. He couldn't help but feel a little lonely in his heart, but he also knew that Vivien needed Palamides more now than he did.

There are also two kittens. They should have some quiet life in this time of war and chaos—Arthur glanced at the two leopard-man boys.

The two leopard-man teenagers smiled at Arthur. Under the treatment of the ** division, their internal injuries were basically healed.

They didn't say anything, just smiled happily.

After saying goodbye, Palamides and Vivien walked out of the room, leaving only the broken (old) Sword of Kings.

After Segrade walked out, he walked in Zuihou, and before leaving, he said to Arthur, "Arthur, did I help meow?" and "Of course, Sefertoville." Arthur said.

If it weren't for the two leopard boy desperately sending the Sword of the Holy King to the execution ground, Arthur probably wouldn't have been able to see the sunrise this morning.

"You've done enough. Arthur said, if he could laugh, he really wanted to squeeze out a smile, "Go ahead, live your life with your father, brother, and Vivien." I wish you all happiness. "Arthur—" The leopard-man boy hugged the knight and cried quietly, "Xiexie, Arthur—I won't forget your meow—always a good friend—"I won't forget you, Thorville." Arthur stroked the leopard boy's head, "Now, go ahead." Don't cry. For the rest of my life, I will continue to smile. "Uh-huh. The leopard boy wiped his tears.

The scabbard of the Sword of the Holy King, shining faintly on Arthur's waist.