Speaking of this, Gawain shook his head helplessly, Sun Knight's proudest ability comes from his own weapons, which will always be his weakness.

"Hahahaha, a cautious guy like you can be named a knight of the sun, Arthur is really funny. Mesneverwell covered her mouth with her hands and smiled presumptuously, the two balls on her chest shaking up and down with the trembling of her body.

Gawain looked at her a little helplessly, he didn't have any good way to deal with this woman, although Methover would definitely not be his opponent in a real fight, but as a knight, not using violence against women is the most basic quality.

"Oh yes, you two are having a lot of fun hiding here, especially you, you laugh like a slut, tsk, these two things look really eyesore. As Merswell was laughing, a cheerful female voice approached the two from behind, heavy footsteps with the sonority of steel swaying on the wooden floor.

"Hey, sharp-toothed girl, my sister's figure is not something you can admire, and a tablet like you can only be jealous on the side. Even if she didn't have to look back, Methover knew who was coming. She stroked her amorous curls casually, and then said disdainfully.

"Hmph, I don't need that kind of useless thing, it's really troublesome enough to go to battle with that kind of thing, you say yes, Gawain. Ignoring Messewell's sarcasm, the visitor said as he slumped into the recliner beside the small round table.

"Really, don't ask me about this kind of troublesome thing. Gawain's expression became more and more helpless, "Mordred, are you really not a little conscious about this? No wonder everyone thinks of you as Arthur's adopted son." But it's nothing, you're just a kid after all, and there's no need to compare yourself with this long-mature woman. ”

"Hey, I heard that without you as a cow, even Gawain thinks you're too old, hahahahaha. Mordred shrank back in the chaise longue and laughed uncontrollably, ignoring Methwell's gnashing of teeth.

Watching the wartorted war between the two women, Gawain suddenly lost interest in looking at the scenery.

"Then again, why don't you stay in your room, why are you here? Don't tell me you're here to enjoy the night view, a martial idiot like you doesn't have that kind of brain to accommodate this kind of thought. Seeing that Messewell's expression became more and more displeased, Gawain hurriedly changed the topic, if these two women were really allowed to fight, let alone this house, even he would be affected.

"Please, I've been sleeping in that coffin for hundreds of years, and I've finally been woken up once, how can I stay in my room. Mordred yawned and said rather boredly, "Hey, Gawain, let's go out, we have three days to go, we can do whatever we want during this time, what do you think?"

Gawain didn't answer, he looked at the bright night in the distance, and his face was a little hesitant. The reason why he stayed here was because he was bored, and the outside world had changed so much that he was also a little excited.

"Maybe you'll meet some pretty girl, hehehehe, let's go, go and see, and save you the trouble of going to Lancelot again." Mesneverville suddenly changed her attitude, and came down from the windowsill with a smile, her figure was very erect, only half a head lower than Gawain.

"Hey, why do you even want to join in the fun, really, I'm not interested in those pretty girls...... Well, not particularly much interest. ”

Looking at Messewell's disdainful gaze, Gawain hurriedly changed his words.

He was telling the truth, as the Knight of the Sun among the Twelve Knights of the Round Table, although Gawain was not as upright and great as the legend said, his appearance was indeed very consistent with the historical description. The bright golden hair is not very long, just covering his forehead, exposing Ying's eyebrows, and making his facial features more and more handsome.

is obviously a slippery head who is not polite, but he has a sunny and handsome face, which is indeed a great attraction to women.

The Twelve Knights of the Round Table, as a legendary-level blood clan, in addition to standing at their respective apex in terms of ability, are also outstanding in appearance. Even the dead Black Prince Edward doesn't look like an ordinary man, let alone Lancelot and Agga.

Perhaps it is also for this reason that in addition to being powerful, the legendary ones also retain many romantic stories.

"So you agreed, right? Mordred smiled, jumped up from her chair, and patted Gawain on the shoulder. Her size could only reach Gawain's chest, and it was inexplicably funny to make this action, but at this time, no one would pay attention to it.

"Hmph, even if I don't agree, I'll be dragged by the two of you, don't think I don't know what you're up to, especially you. As he spoke, Gawain glanced at Merswell.

"I—I don't have any ideas, don't talk nonsense......"

"Come on, cow, even I know what you want to do, don't be so embarrassed, you have slept for so long, you should eat something, especially you, if your body is not well nourished, it will shrink severely. As soon as Mesnevere tried to cover it up, Mordred exposed her to the bottom, and if it wasn't for the time shorter, she would definitely have a good fight with Mordred.

"Hmph, I don't bother with you today. Mesnevere snorted coldly with a blank look, then looked at Gawain.

Being stared at by two troublesome women, Gawain suddenly felt extremely big: "Okay, okay, I'll go out with you, damn it, but I have to find an ordinary clothes to change into first, I feel awkward wearing this thing all the time." ”

As he spoke, he pointed to his brown uniform. Although it is a brand new knight's outfit, it is really not suitable for wearing it out to play, and although walking on the street in such clothes will not be ridiculed, it will definitely attract the attention of countless people.

"Yes, and you, it's funny to take off the armor off your body, it's obviously a girl, wearing this kind of thing all day. Gawain said disdainfully as he pointed at Mordred, a little disgusted.

"Hehehehe, don't say that, our Mordred just likes armor, and definitely not to hide his physical disability. ”

"Damn, you cow, you're physically disabled. Mordred fanged and tried to lunge at Methoverwell, but Gawain grabbed her by the collar.

"Go find normal clothes to change into, and you, don't let me talk too much, damn it, my mouth is dry. Gawain said, dragging Mordred away from Messewell, and just as he was about to enter the staircase, Mordred, who had his back to him, winked at Methervale with a sly look.

"Hehehehe, as a small flat chest, the acting skills are indeed good. Messerwell stretched lazily, her full breasts almost tearing her uniform, and when she had moved, she walked with her slender steps towards the house, looking for suitable clothes......

Half an hour later, in front of the gate of the mansion, three bright figures quietly walked towards the center of the city in the night.

Their speed was extremely fast at first, and it was only after they were far away from the mansion that the three of them slowed down.

"Hey, I don't understand, why did we sneak out like thieves, we've known each other for so long, what's the point of coming out in front of them?" Mordred shouted first out of the darkness, a little dissatisfied.

Even if she changed into women's clothes, she still looked like a big grin, if it weren't for the long hair tied up at the back of her head, she would look like a beautiful boy wearing women's clothes.

"Shhhh Gawain frowned and lectured Mordred as he carefully arranged his dress, shaking the collar of his shirt a little more fluffy, and then tying it with a black classical bow tie, "Merswell, look at my outfit, there's anything wrong with it." ”

Hearing Gawain's words, Mesneverville looked back a little: "Well, it's okay, clothes are clothes, pants are pants, no problem." ”

"Wow, what you mean by that is like worrying that I'm wearing my pants like a scarf around my neck, but then again, can you pay a little more attention when talking to people, I don't think there are as many handsome men in London as I am. Looking at Messerwell's rather perfunctory appearance, Gawain said angrily.

"Don't say that, Sir Gawain, no matter how handsome your face is, a few hundred years will be enough to bore me. Oh yes, in fact, in addition to Lancelot, Bedwell is also better looking than you, but it's a pity that this kid's personality is too gentle, and I don't like it a little. Methover fiddled with her hair, then stretched.

Her figure is so hot that it shines even in the dim lights of the street. Several men couldn't help but glance back as they passed her, a stunner that was not common even in the most exclusive theaters.

"See, this is the charm of my sister, you won't understand it with a flat body like you. Messervale winked at the men around her and said defiantly to Mordred, she was always the most confident one at such times, because even the most ordinary flowing dresses could be worn by her with the seductive effect of an Indian sari.

"Hey, big-chested cow, you can wait for me to trample under my feet when you really fight. Mordred pursed her lips in disdain, then hopped towards the bar in the distance.

Although vampires can't drink alcohol, they can always taste a lot more stimulating blood than usual in people who drink alcohol!