Chapter 3910 The Weight of the Crown

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I knew that the Twelve Knights were powerful, but I had no idea how powerful they were. When I first met the Wife Knights, I was too weak and had low vision to see what was so powerful about them. But when their strength increased, I couldn’t see how powerful they were. I didn't see them taking action, so I could only take a peek and infer from some historical rumors.

Bella, the knight of the Silent Leaf, whom I just met, is the first of the Twelve Knights who made me feel their true abilities. However, this knight is still at the bottom of the list in terms of strength. This makes it difficult for me to imagine what those knights with the highest strength actually exist.

In front of them, are you afraid that the fifth master will be reduced to a combat unit? No, it shouldn't be. Fifth Master is also very cool, and he was once a star protagonist in a certain era. He is not just a cat or a dog.

Oh, I don’t mean to say that the first brother, the second brother and the Immortal Leg Hair are cats and dogs. Don’t get me wrong.

On the other hand, the pornographic maid...

I squinted at the pornographic maid who looked as if nothing had happened and didn't feel any shame or pressure at all. I couldn't help but want to hold my forehead.

Your senior is here, so you should be ashamed of me, even if you show a little bit of "I'm sorry to embarrass you", it's justifiable. As a result, instead of getting serious, I held a maid complaint meeting.

The normal development should not be that the pornographic maid confessed her crime first, and then Daisy touched her head and said gently that it didn't matter, it's not too late to try hard now, and then the pornographic maid changed her mind and changed her ways, and rushed from the bottom to the top three in one fell swoop. , does such an inspirational story fit the script of King Dao?

Forget it, it's too late to complain about this now. I finally understand that there are not many maids in this script who are serious.

The pornographic maid noticed my gaze and showed an expression that surprised me.

She turned her head slightly, not being as familiar as me, a deep melancholy flashed through her purple eyes, a kind of independence that was not understood by the world, a solitary self-admiration, otherworldly, and unconventional... Stop it, stop it, that's enough, pass!

No, that's not the character of this arrogant maid at all. Shouldn't she immediately find her place and use the art of summoning horses for me, covertly or covertly? Even if she is a little fairy, she is still a little fairy wearing a horse hood.

has a problem!

I couldn't help but fall into deep thought, thinking of the strange and inconsistent feeling on her body when I first met the pornographic maid, and then thinking of my king's test.

Could it be that our little horse-headed fairy got a wave of super assists in my king's test and instantly gained weight?

It's not impossible. After all, the person in charge of this test is her senior. In all likelihood, he made a small fuss about the dirty maid during the test?

In other words, the pornographic maid Xianyu turned over? Has it become stronger? This also explains her abnormal behavior.

Very good, she must be holding back her energy to surprise me and make me feel embarrassed, but unexpectedly, I have already seen through her. In front of Ben Druid, who is extremely clever in strategizing, the little maid is ridiculous.

For the time being, I will put aside the dirty maid who is full of little plans. I am not in a hurry to chase the little King Arthur or return to my king. Bella's clone is there, guarding my king. If there is any movement, I will be there immediately. Know.

After all, the main reason is that I am very interested in the topic that I just couldn't finish.

"Lance, Daisy, can you continue the topic just now? I am very interested in King Arthur's past."

"Oh my, is it true that His Highness is very interested in His Majesty?" Lance stroked her cheek, as if she had discovered a new world, her eyes shining brightly.

"I'm very interested in [the past]." I took a step back and said each word carefully.

"That's such a pity. After all, you are His Majesty's appointed mount."

"It's not a pity at all. But what does this have to do with the mount? I didn't want to do this mount. I just agreed because I was troubled."

Unexpectedly, as soon as I finished speaking, Lance became even more excited: "Yes, yes, that's it. Tracy said exactly the same thing when she first became His Majesty's mount, right Bella!"

"Yeah." A soft nasal voice like a mosquito came from behind Lance: "Exactly the same."

"Right, Bella's memory is top-notch. It is said to be the mobile living library of our elves. If she says it is, then it must be."

"So what? It's just a coincidence." It feels like the topic has been dragged to the edge of the world, but I can't pull it back. Oops, this is the type of conversation I'm not good at dealing with.

"Don't look at Your Majesty's current appearance, she is a super beauty among our elves."

"So why is it about beauty again? Does it matter?"

"Of course it does matter. As a mount, isn't it natural for you to fall in love with your master?"

"What kind of divine logic is this?"

"Tracy said it, because the tone was so sure that it stayed fresh in my mind."

"I feel like you have been brainwashed by her."

"That's a shame."

"So I'm not sorry at all. Why does the topic have to come to this kind of thing? I just want to be a simple mount."

I added in my mind: By the way, I want to be a figure controller.

"Because, Your Majesty is too tired." Lance sighed in frustration.

I was surprised that the topic was suddenly rounded off!

"I feel like doing this will make your Majesty even more tired."

"But, the book clearly says that love can make people forget pain and fatigue, right?"

"This...can't deny it completely." I hesitated for three seconds before nodding vaguely. For example, no matter how hard I work, as long as I see the girls, I will be a hundred times more energetic.

Although you will be even more tired the next day, sometimes even your cheeks can be seen slightly sunken, as if they were malnourished. If a little fox is present, there will be a series of suspected frame drops such as moonwalking and so on. suspicious phenomenon.

"If Your Majesty can find love, he should be able to forget his sorrow and fatigue, right?"

Lance and Daisy took a step forward together, speaking innocent words like pure girls, but their eyes were not innocent, but sad and pleading.

It's like it's begging me to nod, even if it's fake.

"You..." The sudden change in the painting style, from casual chatter to a serious and sad atmosphere in an instant, also allowed me to see the serious side of Lance and Daisy as maids, with just a change in their eyes. , you can see how much they care and love their master.

It was obvious that he had complained mercilessly before and made little King Arthur angry.

I suddenly thought of a possibility. Maybe they just wanted to get rid of little King Arthur and discuss these topics with me? Thinking more deeply, maybe the little King Arthur also knew their plan, so he pretended to faint in the toilet and walked away?

It turns out that I am the one with the lowest emotional intelligence!

"So, can your Highness understand? Your Majesty was too tired, so she chose to give up everything and the Utopia that should have belonged to her, because Utopia could not make her forget her fatigue."

After a pause, Daisy clenched her fists and added firmly: "Only love can."

No, I think love is difficult at that level.

"Didn't King Arthur already rule the continent at that time? It was indeed very hard and tiring during the campaign, I can imagine it, but it would be a pity to be overwhelmed by fatigue at the moment of victory and give up everything."

"That's not the case, Your Highness. Victory is glorious, but it cannot relieve the fatigue in His Majesty's heart."

Maybe she thought it was difficult for me to understand even with my IQ, so Lance changed the way of saying it: "Perhaps, Your Highness can also understand His Majesty's fatigue as - guilt."

"Guilt?" I was shocked. Looking at the top of my head, that little king actually knew how to write guilt?

"Why feel guilty."

"In your Majesty's opinion, for the great cause of reunification, you have killed too many people who should not have been killed, and you feel guilty."

"Some people are not villains, and have never even done evil. They are just ignorant and stubborn. They stand in front of His Majesty's chariot and eventually turn into dead souls under the sword."

"One, two, a thousand, ten thousand..."

"One race, two races, ten races, a hundred races..."

"Every time there is a war, Your Majesty is at the forefront. Everyone thinks that she is bloodthirsty and warlike. In fact, she just wants to bear the sin of killing alone. Your Majesty is so persistent that she is even crazy. Among the twelve knights, only Blue Only R'hlro, with an even crazier attitude, can help His Majesty share the burden."

"Your Highness may not know that Blue Lahero is not bloodthirsty. It would be better to say that the Blue Lahero we just met at the beginning was a gentle girl who couldn't even bear to swat flies and mosquitoes to death."

“The gentlest man, the most merciful king, turned into the craziest executioner.

"The Murderer King, the Ghost of Genocide, all irrefutable nicknames have been assigned to His Majesty."

"His Majesty often tells us that if you want to wear a crown, you must bear its weight."

"In the end, she held up the crown, but at the same time, she took it off."

"Because this crown is full of dead souls."

"Even if you pour out all the water from the Holy Lake, it will not be able to wash away the blood on Your Majesty's body."

"I remember one time His Majesty rarely joked with us. She pointed at the Holy Lake and said: If I jump in, the Holy Lake will be called the Blood Lake."

Lance and Daisy, you and I spoke to each other, describing some important fragments of that past history. Just a few words can already form a magnificent picture soaked in blood in their minds.

In the bloody scroll, the person who rushes to the front brandishing the sword of victory walks on the bloody road and kills decisively. There are corpses in front of and behind her, as if the blood stained on the canvas is flowing from her body and the edge of the sword.

Her lines gradually became clearer, her colors gradually became fuller, and her tears gradually turned red...

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