Chapter 3902 The Promised Land

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Seeing that Jeluka was unwilling to go any further, I had no choice but to give up. It seemed that I still had to wait until my king woke up to know the truth about the dream of wishes.

Looking at this useless maid, I sighed. Even after practicing it in my dream, she was still so useless. As a result, there was nothing I could do about my king's current situation.

"How much more would the other knights know?"

It suddenly occurred to me that, for example, the useless maid’s capable sister is very NICE. In all aspects, maybe even my misunderstanding and prejudice, compared to the ordinary version of the sister, she can be more Snickers. Version.

"No, because it was the last time I left His Majesty's dream. They don't know more than me."

"How come you were the last one to leave? Is there any mechanism behind it?"

I was shocked. No, at this time, you should think in reverse. Generally speaking, the stronger the ability, the better you can persist until the end. But on the other hand, because the pornographic maid is the weakest, she is well protected until the end. On the contrary, it is the end. The possibility of one leaving is not impossible. This element seems to be quite popular recently.

Thinking of this, I gave up on the dirty maid who had just opened her mouth to explain: "Forget it, I probably understand, you don't need to explain anymore."

Jeluka: "..."

Silently fiddling with the bonfire, she picked out a piece of black charcoal, then broke off the branches and tied them into a handful, as many as possible, and finally pounded the charcoal into ashes.

I understand again, the charcoal is me and the branches are horses.

At this point, such a threat is completely innocuous. How can I, the beast prince, be trampled to death by dozens of horses? That would have to be increased by at least one trillion times.

Her eyes fell on my king again. She had passed out and escaped the mental pain. Under the orange firelight, her side face was a bit softer than before, revealing the temperament of a weak girl.

But she should be able to survive it, right? Mr. Lu Xun once said, anything that cannot defeat us will only make us stronger. Although I don’t know what happened to her, she has survived the first Bo, according to the law of the protagonist's halo, should be able to save the day.

After all, at this point, I can only comfort myself with this statement since I can't do much to help.

"No." I suddenly stood up.

"Take care of Artoria. If anything happens, call me right away. I'll go find little King Arthur. I still have to apologize to her."

"I also think that His Highness is at fault. It would be better to apologize as soon as possible."

"Although I think what you said is right, your statement itself is wrong." I glared angrily. Is this what a maid would say to her master? Be presumptuous and be polite to me!

"If His Highness can come back alive, I will also apologize properly."

"No, why can't I come back alive and well if I apologize?" I was shocked.

"If it were the former Lord King Arthur, I would probably be able to speak to His Highness's head now." The little maid spoke vaguely.

"No, aren't you talking to my head now? Can I still talk to you with my butt?"

"Probably, now I can only talk to myself in front of His Highness's dead head."

"Don't add explanations, bastard, do you think I can't understand? Can't we be more sunny? Is it so difficult to create a conversational atmosphere that children can accept? Isn't it delicious to sell it to all ages?!"

"Yeah, I understand, I understand. Children all like to listen to the story of the Duke of Beasts. All ages are just around the corner." The little maid nodded her head happily, looking like she agreed, but what she said was heartbreaking. talk.

"Farewell." I cupped my hands and decided to break up with this counterfeit medicine dealer who was too vicious for one night.

It's really embarrassing. When I was playing the role of a mysterious businessman in Lu Gaoyin, I was an innocent child, selling medicine for two cents for one cent. It was only because of this sincerity that the little fox looked at me differently. Why did I follow such a shameful person? Where's the maid?

I don’t know where little Arthur went. He probably is still here and has not run away. I can only follow the direction she left... No, it was touched by water, flying and flying. I don’t know how long it took. Maybe Was it my sincerity that impressed Little Little King? Gradually, another outline appeared in the lake mist.

When I got closer, I realized that I was back to the place where the dream started.

No, no, it can be said to be the place where the dream begins, but not exactly.

The tree in the middle of the lake and the patch of grass just shaded by the tree are exactly the same. I even suspect that even the number of grasses growing on it are exactly the same.

After all, what in this world can be happier than A plus C plus V? If there really is one, the answer can only be to remove one of them.

This is a green space in the lake without Artoria.

Under the tree, there is little King Arthur, who is smaller than Teddy and looks as lonely and pitiful as an abandoned cub.

"Lord King Arthur."

I cleared my throat and was about to perform one of Neon Friends' special tricks. Maybe even the Big Seven could be forgiven. After all, those were the mistakes committed by the Big Seven before bowing, and the new life after I bowed. What do the Big Seven do?

"No more words."

The invincible spellcasting was unexpectedly interrupted. Oh no, is the crow's mouth of the slutty maid about to come true?

"Ben Ang knows that if you only care about me, you will be confused."

Oh oh oh!

"Ben Ang also made mistakes. I shouldn't vent my resentment on you."

Oh oh oh oh oh!

If little King Arthur hadn't pulled out my hair and stabbed my Baihui while saying this, I would have really believed that she was an enlightened and benevolent monarch.

Very good, she is the legendary tyrant king who kills people and exterminates people at every turn. You can't underestimate her just because she looks miniscule.

I wiped away the blood that was dripping from my forehead, and lifted the little little King off his head who had almost vented his anger.

"Okay, let's talk about business."

"I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know if I have anything serious to talk to you about." Little Little King denied Erlian.

"Lie, you asked me to come here, right."

That's right, I didn't find Little King Arthur, but Little King Arthur asked me to find her. If she didn't want to see me, I might not be able to find this place even if I wander around here for a hundred years.

"It's not right, it's not right!"

"..."

She was really meowing, and there was absolutely nothing she could do when she encountered such an unreasonable guy who refused to recognize him.

I forced a smile and tried to look more sincere.

"Lord King Arthur, I know you have secrets in your heart. Can't even a loyal mount like me tell you these secrets?"

I know that most strong people have similar problems. They have seen too many kinds of human nature, and they are too cold at high places. They are full of wariness and distrust of their own kind. They have nowhere to vent their loneliness and emotions, and finally give them to the mounts or people around them. I trust my pets without any reservation and like to tell them everything about myself.

Unfortunately, I also have this problem. I also like to talk freely to the horse when riding, and tell some secrets that I can't usually tell. For example, Akala secretly planned a long time span and great intensity. , the influence is far-reaching, and the conspiracy and conspiracy are beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Sometimes, he can't help but roar.

Can you imagine the expressions on the horses' faces after hearing these conspiracies and my real roar?

Of course, it also depends on the specific situation and specific analysis. Sometimes the horse will be replaced by a dog. It is just a trick of changing the soup without changing the medicine. It is not worth mentioning. In the end, it will end with a deep and classic "I know you" The more horses there are, the more I like Jeluka] as the end.

Finally, please note at the end - from the quotations of the Duke of Beasts. Any similarity is purely coincidental.

The topic has gone too far. In short, I think I can find resonance with little King Arthur. Her current state is not quite right. My sixth sense tells me that maybe she needs someone to talk to to vent some inner melancholy or unwillingness. , Resentment, regret, whatever is fine, just vent it.

I keep saying I'm apologizing, but my true identity is that I'm Rogge's most warm-hearted man...

Carlos: Yes, right down there.

Ahem, in fact, my true identity is Rogge's second warmest man, um, uh, that's fine. If I shoot first, the first one will die early, bah.

"The whole body of the mount is exuding a suspicious aura!" Little King Arthur was obviously not very happy to accept my uninvited male best friend, and he even made slanderous remarks.

"Hey, since you don't want to say it, I'm going to leave without disturbing you and go back to see Artoria." If I can't be a warm man, I'd better be the stupid man I am, Roger.

"sit down."

I subconsciously sat down cross-legged, and suddenly found that the position I was sitting on happened to coincide with Artoria. I subconsciously moved my butt, and then patted the position I had just moved, signaling the little King Arthur to come over. Mr. Lu Xun said it well, I have been imprisoned for a thousand years. If I want to play, it is Ni Meng's turn to play.

Perhaps sensing my sinister intentions, little King Arthur didn't even notice my movements and jumped directly above his head.

Okay, no problem, I'm a mount.

There was silence for a long time. I thought she was brewing, but unexpectedly, I heard a subtle, familiar snoring and bubbling sound above my head.

Without looking, I can clearly picture in my mind what little King Arthur looks like now - legs crossed, chest folded, dozing off.

"That's what you said!" I angrily lifted the coffee table of my soul.

"I don't know where to start. It's too troublesome. I might as well stop talking about it. Stop talking about it!"

Such a self-destructive king, it seems I can only give him a little guidance.

"So, how about starting with the name of this place? I can see that it's not called Lake of Wishes, right?"

There was another long silence, and when I began to wonder if she was holding her nose and beginning to doze off, a sound came from above her head.

"For other people, there is nothing special here, and there is no need to name it specially, but in my heart, it is, here is..."

After a pause, the contradictory voice of childishness and deepness became dreamy, as if it spanned millions of years.

"The original, promised land."

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