Chapter 1,415 The Melancholy of Little King Arthur

Chapter 1,415 The Melancholy of Little King Arthur

"Hmm, you must be hiding something from me."

As soon as he talked about why little King Arthur was so distracted just now, the little guy immediately looked around and couldn't say what he meant.

"No, not at all. The mount is so annoying. It's just a stupid mount that wants to take care of its owner."

Little King Arthur shook his head like a làng drum. She didn't know whether her previous life, the majestic King Arthur hundreds of thousands of years ago, was as clumsy in lying skills. Anyway, as long as she didn't suffer from visual dysfunction such as cataracts, Anyone can see that this guy is lying and trying to show off his strength.

"Okay, it doesn't matter to me, right?" I patted my butt and stood up, planning to leave.

Long live, you are free from now on.

Unfortunately, before I took a few steps, my cloak was pulled. When I turned around, I saw little King Arthur stretching out his little hand and holding on tightly to the corner of my cloak. His eyes were filled with crystal water that made it impossible to remain indifferent. Guang, holding back tears, clenched her little nose, bit her mouth tightly, raised her head and stared at me, like a poor puppy who knew it was going to be abandoned.

He showed this foul expression again, there was really nothing he could do to the little guy.

Who let me be my king’s figure controller? Hun Dan

Sitting down again, I sadly held the little guy in my hands, rubbed it on my face, and comforted him.

"Be good, be good, and don't cry. King Arthur is the strongest man in the world."

"Don't be a boss, you're a fool, you're a whimper, I like to bully you." With a swipe of his eyes, the little guy punched and kicked me on the chin. Unfortunately, the force was very light, more like... behave in a spoiled manner.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. Come on, let's sit down and talk calmly. Didn't you say that I am your mount and partner? When you encounter a problem, why do you just throw me aside and start acting recklessly alone? Isn't this too much? Okay." I tried my best, hoping to get the little guy to reveal some of the things he had hidden.

"Woo~~~"

Jumping up and sitting on my head, the little guy made a thoughtful low sound, as if he was hesitating whether to tell me or not.

After a while, I felt her shaking head.

"No, this matter has nothing to do with Fool's Mount. There is no need for Fool's Mount to be involved."

Oops, are you still rejected? Am I that unreliable?

I feel a little depressed in my heart. Even though this little guy is always ready to cry and looks like a crybaby, she has a very stubborn temper. She is very proud and very independent. After careful consideration, she refused for the second time. At this point, it is no longer possible to learn the situation from her.

However, from her answer, we can also get a glimpse of the matter she mentioned. The word "involvement" was mentioned. I think it is not as I guessed that she encountered difficulties in improving her strength. If Just like this, no matter how serious it is, it is impossible to describe it as involving.

The only possibility is that this little guy has encountered other big problems, and the risks seem to be high, so he doesn't want me to get involved.

The problem is, after hundreds of thousands of years, such a long time has washed away. Basically, except for those immortal legends, there can be no relationship between little King Arthur and the current world, just like a bird that has just crawled out of the cocoon. The young spider that emerged had not yet had time to weave intricate webs in this world that would trouble her.

The difficulties she encountered cannot be discussed with her heir Artoria and my unruly mount. It must be a very humanistic problem. What exactly could it be?

The grievances and hatreds separated by hundreds of thousands of years? Please, this is not a TV show.

Could it be...

I was suddenly shocked to think of a possibility, and it seemed that this was the only way to make sense.

I lifted her off my head and stared at her, my expression extremely solemn.

"Little guy, you..."

"Wha...what?"

Little King Arthur's voice was obviously panicked, and his pupils were swaying from side to side, but he didn't dare to look directly at me, which further showed the accuracy of my guess.

After calming down, I spoke word by word with an extremely sure tone.

"Which squirrel are you...in love with?"

Little King Arthur froze, and there was a subtle silence for a few seconds.

Then, there was a clear clang, with his head lowered and his whole body trembling, little King Arthur had already raised the sword of victory high.

"Wait, I have something to say. It's uncivilized to use knives and guns. Did I say something wrong? It's not a squirrel, it's a hamster? Or is it a parrot? Wait, wait, I already said wait..." ——”

The miserable wailing sound that spread out immediately made the huge crystal tree tremble.

"Okay, I won't ask anymore, please spare my life." The second death in ten minutes made me wave the little white flag.

I can't figure out the reason now. Maybe I can discuss it with Artoria or Arlandan, and they will have a better answer.

"Okay, okay, don't look bad all day long."

I came back to life a moment later, comforting little King Arthur as if nothing had happened.

"Whose fault is it for having such a stinky face?" Little King Arthur, who had been bullied so badly by me, shouted in protest, waving his little hands.

"Oh my, who's child is this? Isn't he very energetic?" I said with a smile as my neighbor's gossip.

"Okay, in order to forget my worries, I'm going to get some delicious food to celebrate." Seeing that little King Arthur still had an angry look on his face, I thought of a good idea.

"Delicious?" He looked at me warily.

"Yes, it's delicious." I raised the rice basket in front of me and winked at her.

"Don't you want to tell Ben Ang that this is delicious?" He looked at the rice basket and then his eyes fell on me. The look in the little King Arthur's eyes was... full of contempt.

It seems to be saying, fool me, who doesn't know that there is hell hidden inside.

"You can't say that. Hell and heaven are often only separated by a layer of gauze." I shook my index finger and said.

That's right, once the gauze is applied to an angel, he becomes a devil, and a devil can become an angel once the gauze is applied. The reason is that simple.

Under the watchful eyes of little King Arthur, I picked up another sour plum.

"Chichi————"

The taste just now was still fresh in my memory. When I saw the sour plums, little King Arthur was like a cat that had encountered a natural enemy. He was hunched over, his fingers turned into claws, sweat stood up all over his body, and he made a hissing warning sound from his mouth.

What an Arthur cat.

I smiled and dropped the dried plums into the basin next to me. Suddenly, the originally clear and transparent water turned turbid, taking on a deep brown-black color.

Then it’s time for magic.

I was very proud to pull the cloak outward from the chest and open it, revealing more than ten pockets on both sides of the inside.

To talk about the difference between my cloak sewn by Willas herself and the cloaks worn by cats and dogs on the street, apart from the outdated character that has been stained by people, it also has connotations. Yes, it is these treasure chest-like pockets.

Next, I'll take a look and add some sour seasoning, licorice powder...

I took out the bottles one by one and dropped various powders or liquids into the basin. Well, maybe I would add some more water.

"What? What's this?" Little King Arthur's curiosity was suddenly aroused, and he didn't care about the main ingredient in the basin of water. The sour plum was the murderer who made her meet Max Merlin. Curious He reached up and his eyes kept wandering back and forth between my hand and the basin.

"Humph, this is a secret, but for the sake of your sincere question, I will tell you mercifully that this is a condiment. Of course, more people like to call it spice."

I proudly shook out the various bottles on my body, pointing one finger to the sky and the other to the ground.

"Do you understand? From now on, please call me Mr. Wu Fan, the Spice Emperor, hahahahahaha~~~~~~~"

…

"Yawn——" In the distant third world, a sudden and inexplicable sneeze sounded loudly.

"Teacher, are you okay?"

"Of course, someone probably missed me. I'm not bragging to you. Beansa, your teacher, I was a millionaire when I was young."

An old man rubbed his chin proudly, raised his tui and stepped on a stone, specially stretched out his elegant tuimáoluolù, and struck a cool pose.

"Teacher, Beansa has a question. What is the meaning of millions of people?" The Demon King girl raised her hand and asked frankly.

"You...you, being loved by thousands of people means that you are very popular with women." The old man tilted his body and his foot almost slipped off the stone.

"Why is the teacher so popular with women?" The Demon King young woman asked tirelessly, but before the other party could answer, she seemed to have figured out the key. She clapped her palms and raised her hands again to take credit.

"Teacher, I understand"

"oh?"

"It must be that the longer the tuimáo is, the more popular it is with women, right?"

The old man Tuimáo was stunned for a long time, and his eyes suddenly burst into tears: "That's right, Biansha, yes, that's the truth. It seems that you are becoming more and more sensible."

"Long live, Beansa guessed it right." The Demon King girl deliberately showed an innocent smile, but at the same time she secretly sneered like a conspirator in her heart.

Hey hey, stupid humans, this Demon King has heard another important piece of news. It seems that your doomsday is not far away. You must remember this news carefully and tell Sister Beryl, let me think about it. , what did you just say, the longer the mushroom, the better the soup will be?

It seemed like something was wrong, so I ignored it. Speaking of which, should I tell Sister Beryl or Saya about this kind of information?

The devil girl fell into deep thought.

…

"Sao Bao Di'ang?" Little King Arthur tilted his head and said hello with a big greeting on his head.

"It's the King of Spice, King of Spice, you idiot, speak every word and syllable clearly. Don't think you can pretend to be stupid by looking cute and using that childish and delicate accent that makes people feel soft." , give me some weird nicknames"

The little guy continued to tilt his head sleepily. This time, the little guy seemed to be trying hard to read well, chewing on each word.

"Sa~niào~di~ang?"

"..."

I'm speechless about this guy's tongue. Forget it, just fuck me for the rest of your life.

"In short, these things are Veras' kitchen secrets. Every spice is picked and baked by her on the Rogge grassland." I said while continuing to tinker.

Of course, this is not all the secrets. In addition to the seasoning of spices, the quality of a dish is also crucial to the selection, processing, and control of the heat. Of course, the most important thing is that It's love.

Speaking of the pot of sour plum soup in front of me, it was actually an accident. One time when I was bored, I saw that Vilas seemed to be able to make delicious dishes even if I gave her a plate of stones. So I got excited and made Shura specially made by the little fox. The hell-dried plums were brought out to test her.

In the end, the little mistress did not disappoint me. He made a large bowl of appetizing sour plum soup from a sour plum that could scare away the three demon gods.

This is the correct way for normal people to eat sour plums pickled by little foxes, and it is also the only way. There is no second way in this world.

After finishing the sour plum soup banquet that made little King Arthur full of praise, this little guy sneaked away to who knows where while I was taking a nap.

Counting today, if she doesn't come back at night, she will have stayed away from home for four consecutive days. I should report to Yalandlan and tell her about the hero of the Elf Tribe, the strongest in the Dark Continent. Or, has she become a bad girl now?

After shaking my head and returning home to Jelika's residence, I unexpectedly found that the girls were all there.

"Didn't you go out to play today?" Looking at the sky, I asked curiously.

"I'm tired from walking, I have a rest today." Linya leaned out from the kitchen and gave me a cute smile.

"Now, now, daddy, we are learning the craftsmanship of the elves with Sister Jelika." Wearing aprons, the two little princesses are virtuous but lively and cute, and they are holding spatulas in their hands. He ran out and reported to me excitedly.

"Has my princess learned anything?"

One glance at their greasy aprons, and I knew that the two little princesses were studying very hard, so I couldn't help but hug them over with great affection and give each of them a kiss.

"Hee hee, it's a secret. Dad will know it during dinner tonight, right, Ecolù (Silù)." The two little princesses glanced at each other and said in unison.

"Okay, I'll wait."

Thinking of being able to taste my precious daughter's cooking skills, I almost burst into laughter. My daughter's cooking skills are quite good, and it is one of her few normal advantages. She will teach the little princess how to cook. I am very relieved.

If you dare to teach a girl about body feasting, I'll beat her up.

As soon as my smile changed, I clenched my fists and thought fiercely, I will never allow another unscrupulous guy to poison the young and innocent hearts of my little princesses.

"Lena, how was your study at Nǎinǎi Yalandan?" Lena was reading quietly on the side. When I saw this, I approached her and asked with concern.

I know that Lena is back. Red B ends training and leaves, which means Lena's course with Yalandlan is over. From this point of view, Red B is still very conscientious in protecting Lena in secret.

It's just... we brothers and sisters really have different lives. While Lena was happily immersed in the ocean of knowledge taught by Yalandlan, I was in the other far corner, immersed in the infinite pig head system made by Red B. middle.

"Well, very good. Nǎinǎi Yalandlan is indeed the number one prophet in the Dark Continent. With her guidance, I almost feel that I am making progress every day." Lena put down the book and smiled quietly.

"You're saying that Akara nǎinǎi didn't teach carefully."

"Brother, it's true that you will bully others even if you know I don't mean it." She whispered softly in a voice that was difficult for other girls to hear, and Lena leaned forward with her delicate body and got into my arms. .

"Progress or not, it doesn't matter what happens. As long as you are happy Lena, it's best."

I hugged my lovable baby sister and said softly, gently combing her snow-colored hair with my five fingers, immersed in the silent and warm atmosphere. For a moment, the love between brother and sister was overflowing, and to outsiders, Come on, this must be a picture of perfect family harmony, it must be like this.

"By the way, Lena, did you hear any news about the little King Arthur at nǎinǎi in Arlandland?" I asked out loud, thinking of the little guy's suspicious behavior and expression.

"His Royal Highness King Arthur? No... Nǎinǎi Yalandan didn't say anything." Linya thought for a moment and shook her head slightly.

"It's strange. You haven't come back these past few nights. What happened?"

"Brother is worried about His Royal Highness King Arthur?" Lena looked at me with wide and lively eyes.

"It's not that I'm worried when I say I'm not worried. In fact, I'm still a little bit worried. All in all, I'm not really worried, but I'm just showing a little concern for the sake of the friendship between the two races." I replied in a confused manner, shaking my head and shaking my head. I don't even know what I mean.

"I know, I will pay attention to the news from nǎinǎi of Yalandlan." Lena seemed to understand something, pursed her lips, and looked like she wanted to laugh but dare not laugh.

Then, he got a little closer, brought Jiao Chun up, and whispered in my ear.

"If His Royal Highness King Arthur is not around, wouldn't it be easier for my brother to do bad things?"

"Ahem, Lena, what are you talking about?" I almost choked on my own saliva. Is this really my quiet and well-behaved sister?

"Recently, my brother doesn't pay much attention to me."

"Isn't that because you spent most of your time studying at Nǎinǎi, Yalanlan?" I explained in a low voice, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead.

We often work from morning to night, and the only chance we can meet is at night. Plus there are Vilas and the others, so there is naturally less time left for Lena. Isn’t this something that can’t be helped? Do you still need me to accompany you at night? Can't she sleep together?

It’s the last three days. I hope everyone will try their best to give Xiaoqi a few more monthly votes~~