Chapter 3912: The Sixth Sense Is Late but Arriving

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I was stunned for a moment, and it turned out that Lance had asked so many questions just to know my attitude towards the little King Arthur, and to confirm whether I was a worthy... er, mount.

It should be said that she is truly worthy of being the personal maid of the Little King. Even now, with only a trace of talent left, she is still thinking about her master.

I subconsciously glanced at the dirty maid from the corner of my eyes. The loyalty of this little maid...forget it, it's better not to expect it. One day when I die, she won't be filled with horses on my grave - the carvings are as small as possible. Put as much as possible, and I'll be thankful.

Then put three expired birth control pills and nine Dali Pills G in the incense burner.

"Although I'm very happy that you can agree with me, but asking me to take care of her... the little one recently... ahem, King Arthur has been getting more and more excessive recently, and it has reached the point where he doesn't go home for half a year."

"That's why Your Highness needs to take more care of you." Lansi raised her jade index finger in front of me with a serious expression: "After His Majesty's resurrection, his personality seems to have changed a lot. Although I am relieved, I am also a little uneasy. No matter it is your former Majesty or your current Majesty, you always need people to take care of you, especially in life."

Got it, you want to say that King Arthur is an idiot in life, right? If you think about it carefully, don’t you? I have never seen her cook, and she is always reluctant to even take a bath. Taking a bath is a waste of time as a king. Such nonsense as not having to take a shower is clearly a landlubber who is afraid of water.

The clothes can also be put on and taken off with one click, just like the toothpick sword in her hand. I don’t know what the structure is and what material it is made of. In short, it is very confusing.

Why do I know? I'm so arrogant when it comes to this, for fear of scaring the world, I took a bath with King Arthur! Her mini duck swimming ring was made by me myself!

It's a pity that, for some reason, I felt powerless and even a little bit ashamed about something that was obviously very stupid.

Peach fantasy version: A young and strong warrior takes a bath with the fair-skinned and beautiful Elf Queen.

Realistic shameful version: The disgusting two-dimensional dead man takes his figurine wife to soak in the bathtub together.

It’s hard to describe the tragic scene, and I simply don’t want to recall it anymore. After that, I always let the twin princesses take the little King Arthur to bathe, and successfully avoided social death.

Ahem, the topic has gone too far. Anyway, I understand what Lance means. Isn’t it just food, clothing, housing and transportation? Do I, the noble elder of the alliance and the prince of elves, still lack so much?

"It seems that Your Highness still doesn't understand what I mean." Looking at the relaxed expression of understanding on my face, Lance shook her head lightly.

"In terms of material things, it's okay to say that Your Majesty is not picky. She can accept anything that common people can accept. I don't think His Majesty will treat Him badly in this regard."

Needless to say, if I treat me a little bit badly, why don't you elves grind me into powder bit by bit while I'm still alive? Even if I can't, I can't. Who knows that I'm a figurine lover? The display cabinets for the plastic figures are always of the highest quality.

"Then you mean..."

"I'll just keep it simple so it's easier to understand."

"Uh... Okay." For some reason, hearing Lance say this made her feel that the situation would become more complicated.

"To put it simply, despite your majesty's appearance, she is not easy to get close to. In fact, she is quite afraid of being lonely. Please be sure to spend more time with her."

Ah, it’s really simple and easy to understand. Is my sixth sense malfunctioning?

"Actually, it's not difficult to get close to him. He's quite approachable."

"To put it simply, His Majesty is actually quite picky in this regard. He is very picky among the few His Majesty. His Majesty must have felt this way because it suits His Majesty's appetite."

Is it? Will it? I feel like the little King gets along well with his family. Are they all to your liking? Then she seems to have a big appetite.

But having said that, although I can talk to everyone at home, what about outside? Did you make new friends? Will he be like Arius who calls ants his friends?

This situation is just like you never know what your cat does when he sneaks out at night. It’s very confusing and really worrying. Will you make bad friends and start a life of smoking, drinking and perming your hair? A life of debauchery?

Hearing what Lance said, I suddenly felt that I usually paid too little attention to Little King. Although it was related to her recent disappearance, it was not an excuse.

"I understand, I will put more thought into it. By the way, Lord King Arthur has been... ahem, nothing more."

I want to say that the Little One King is trying to find the scabbard in an attempt to resurrect the twelve good friends. After thinking about it, the Little One King didn't say it himself, so he shouldn't join in the fun. Maybe she has plans.

In response to my hesitation, Lance smiled and did not pursue the question any further. Daisy on the side looked curious, but she suppressed her curiosity because of her tacit understanding with her sister.

"In addition, His Majesty's heir, Queen Alto, who works too hard, also needs to be taken care of by Your Highness. Especially during this period, please be sure to take good care of her."

"Artoria is my wife, and it is my duty to take good care of her. Why should I stress it so much? Sure enough, something unexpected happened during the test?"

"I don't know if I should describe it as an accident..." Lance's eyes flickered a little, and seemed to be filled with an intriguing sense of relief.

"The test has been passed for the moment, but Queen Alto must have been greatly stimulated. After all, she was tested in advance under such strength..." After a pause, she continued in a respectful tone: " I have always thought that no one in this world can be as good as Your Majesty. Precisely because Your Majesty is so good, we can’t help but worry about the future successor, even if he has one-tenth of His Majesty’s ability, but Queen Aalto has proved with her ability and determination that our worries were completely unnecessary and she is worthy of being His Majesty's successor."

"Really? I think so too. Although she may not be as famous as His Majesty King Arthur back then, in terms of ability and motivation, I think Arturia will never lose to anyone."

Looking at the confident look on my face, Lance sighed.

"That's great. If His Majesty could have had someone like His Highness to support him back then, maybe..."

"Forget it." She smiled, quite self-deprecatingly. As the Twelve Knights, she shouldn't expect such a weak and hopeless "if".

"Knight Bella, how is Artoria's current situation? Is it still stable?"

"Ah, ha, yes... yes, still... still asleep, no... but... maybe... I might wake up at any time... it will be very painful... I'm sorry..."

Her petite body was completely hidden behind Lance. Isabella, who felt inexplicably at ease, was unexpectedly called out and responded hurriedly. Perhaps she thought it was impolite to speak like this, so she quietly poked out half of her face and said, My eyes met, and I couldn't help but shrink back.

Is there such a little animal type of girl among the Twelve Knights? It’s really strange. I thought that all of them were gentle and mature like the Wife Knight, or brave and fearless like Blue Rachro, or at least like Elfasija-chan. That's okay, even though she usually looks like a loli and not very dignified, she at least has a cheerful personality.

Knight Bella is timid and shy, she likes to hide in the shadows, and even feels a bit gloomy. She can't find the tall image of a knight at all. I didn't expect that she would also appear in the Twelve Knights, but thinking about it, she is engaged in intelligence work. Yes, I don’t think it’s strange.

Even so, the fighting power is still fierce, which is really embarrassing.

After paying a little attention to Bella Knight, I was immediately attracted by her words and became nervous.

"That's not possible. I have to get back to Artoria quickly so that no one will take care of her when she wakes up. Her current state..."

I sighed. What kind of test is this? Even a strong-willed person like Artoria would go insane. When the little king originally designed the test content, did he really consider the successor's mental endurance? Are they all designed completely according to their own standards?

"Although if I ask [what exactly Artoria went through during the test], your answer will probably be the same as this little maid's, but for now, can you give me some tips? I don't want to deal with Altoria without a clue. Tolia’s painful torment.”

Lansteadis looked at each other and nodded at the same time. Their expressions and movements were exactly the same, as if one person was nodding in front of the mirror. It would be great if this tacit understanding could also appear in the Colgate sisters. I think it is mainly because of the elder sister. Having too many sisters leads to a broken relationship.

Caroline: Loved me.

"We can't say too much. We can only tell Your Highness that during the arduous test, Queen Alto was burdened with something too heavy, just like Her Majesty back then, who was burdened with sins and guilt..."

"The content of the test is Artoria's deepest wish... right?"

"Yes."

I sighed again. In fact, I could somewhat guess Artoria's inner wish, but because of this, I didn't dare to imagine the difficulties she would face and how much effort she would have to put in.

"Go back, go back to Artoria, how about... you guys go back with me?" More people can always have more ideas, that's what I thought.

"Eh..." Maid Lauder was about to agree when she suddenly felt a murderous aura.

"Mounts, you can leave. You guys, please stay." Little King Arthur appeared quietly and pulled out his toothpick sword. Half of his mini face was shrouded in darkness, and his body seemed to be exuding a thick black mist.

"You are so brave. You dare to say bad things about Ben Ang behind his back. You are afraid of loneliness... Ben Ang is not afraid of it! You must die!"

His head suddenly raised, with a vicious expression, the corners of his eyes seemed to sparkle with tears of shame and anger that were stabbed in his heart. Before he could finish his words, little King Arthur's toothpick sword had turned into billions. Starlight enveloped everyone.

Wait, let me leave first!

What a disgusting feeling!

The sixth sense may be late but arrived!

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