Chapter 1,498: An upgraded version of Moufan’s unscientific talk

"Fan, what are you talking about? I didn't understand." Perhaps the topic changed too quickly, and Artoria didn't react for a moment, her golden hair raised up and down, indicating confusion.

"I heard from Jeluka that you have barely slept these days. You are busy with reconstruction work during the day and have to deal with state affairs at night."

As soon as I said this, the sharp-eared Carole came behind me and nodded vigorously. It seems that she has been worried about Arturia's excessive efforts. Unfortunately, as a maid,

In addition, I have learned a lot from Artoria about my strict and serious character, so my verbal skills are gray and still unlearned. I cannot convince Artoria, so I can only worry about it secretly.

Now my sister must be thinking in her heart, that idiot sister has finally done something that is her duty as a maid. Why didn't I think of it? In fact, I can persuade His Majesty through the Prince.

As a result, Caroline suddenly realized the skill of saving the country through curves, and reached full level in an instant.

"But... what's going on? It's obviously Fan who wants to go back, right? Fan's body hasn't recovered yet, right?" Arturia obviously still hasn't turned around, maybe she can't accept it mentally.

In her mind, her husband came here sick and was weak, and he might even be suffering from the pain left over from that battle. She should tell him the losses after the war as soon as possible so that he could go back to rest and recuperate with peace of mind.

Why did it suddenly happen that he was going back? This makes no sense anyway. How could he let the patient stay? As a king, he left work and went back to rest. This kind of thing completely goes against common sense. Could it be that

Is it because I pushed too hard and was so exhausted that I had auditory hallucinations?

"Ah~er~tu~li~ya~hear~didn't~have~hurry~go~back~go~rest~"

Seeing that my king is very silly and cute, with a dazed look on his face, the golden hair on his forehead is like a malfunctioning engine due to the brain's inability to answer the question. It is so exaggerated that it is spinning at a high speed like a helicopter propeller, and it is almost scraping on the ground.

There was a storm, and I resisted the urge to reach out and hold her twirling golden hair, or to hold such a silly and cute king in my arms. I raised my voice and spoke every word with incomparable clarity.

Repeated to her.

"No, Fan, there must be some mistake. It's you who should go back."

"No, no, no, Artoria, you made a mistake. You should go back." I said tit for tat, not giving in.

"No matter how I think about it, I can't understand what Fan is thinking in his heart right now and why he said this." Artoria sighed helplessly.

"Don't be anxious. If you don't understand, I can explain it slowly. Isn't there a saying that understanding starts with communication?" Seeing that Artoria was successfully confused, I started to use my sharp tongue.

The little ghost has been defeated repeatedly, but it shouldn't be a big problem against the upright Arturia.

"First of all, let's analyze our respective situations, let's start with me. Indeed, after fighting Elias, my body has not fully recovered yet, my spirit is relatively weak, and my head occasionally feels dizzy. That's right.

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"That's roughly true, but since Fan always likes to force himself, the situation should be much more serious than this, right?"

Although Artoria is stubborn, she is definitely not stupid. How could she obediently follow my lead? Naturally, she would put forward her own ideas.

"Okay... It is true that I have a little, uh, splitting headache, but after so many days of rest, the pain is completely within the range that the adventurer can bear."

Knowing that I was being begged for glory by a pornographic maid, Artoria was very aware of the sequelae of mental failure, so I could only grit my teeth and strive for the maximum advantageous conditions for myself.

Then, without waiting for Artoria to speak, she immediately continued.

"Now, let's talk about Arturia. It's been no less than ten days since the reconstruction work officially started, right?"

Arturia nodded honestly and cutely.

"Before the reconstruction work, there was already a lot of work due to the battle with Elias, and he often came to take care of me. Therefore, the time should actually start after the battle with Elias... No, even

It should start from the beginning of the battle with Elias."

I continued, hum hum, how about it, Artoria, that shameless maid with no integrity at all, is not just asking for glory from your seller, she also told you all the information.

I.

As expected of an intelligence chief, there is no pressure to play as a double agent, which is really irritating. You should bully her when you go back.

"This...how can it be calculated like this?"

It was nothing at first, but after I analyzed it, the situation seemed to have become serious. You can see that even Carolie's face suddenly turned pale.

The expression on Artoria's face now is as if I'm telling a gust of wind that the end of the world is coming.

"If it doesn't work this way, why should I?" I ignored Artoria's protesting eyes and continued.

"In the battle with Elias, although your physical exertion is not as serious as mine, it cannot be ignored. Then, after the battle, when your body is already exhausted, from that time until now, Alto

Liya, do you count how many hours of sleep you have in total?"

"How...how do I remember this?" Artoria whispered in a low voice, with a look of panic that could not be concealed, clearly indicating that she knew everything clearly.

It is really rare to see that my king also cheats sometimes, and Arturia like this is even more lovable.

"Your Majesty, from that time to now, you have slept for a total of less than fifteen hours."

As a result, Arturia completely forgot about the existence of a personal maid beside her, and clearly recorded her daily routine.

Under the attack of the seller's skills, Artoria lowered her head in frustration.

"So, Artoria, do you understand now? You are the only one who is not qualified to say that I don't cherish myself, or that my body is so weak that I should go back to rest."

"But these are my responsibilities as a king, and I have to do them no matter how hard it is." Arturia expressed dissatisfaction.

"Well, this sentence is absolutely correct, so I am also fulfilling my responsibilities now." I knew Arturia would say this, so I dug a hole early and waited for her to jump in.

He patted his chest and raised his chin proudly: "Performing the responsibilities of a husband is also a right. As your husband, how can you watch your wife work day and night regardless of physical exhaustion?

?”

"This is a special situation."

"It is indeed a special situation. If you are the only one, Artoria, no matter how hard it is, no matter how tired you are, you must persist in your responsibilities as a king. There is no way around it, but..."

Holding Artoria's soft little hands tightly, I looked at her seriously.

"But now is different from before. I am by your side and can share the burden with you."

"Although Fan said this, I...I am very happy, but...but it still doesn't work. Fan's current physical condition..."

Artoria's face seemed to be slightly red, but her attitude was still very resolute, and even the golden hair on her forehead stood up straight like steel, showing the strong will of her master who would never succumb to words.

"So as I said just now, you are the only one who is not qualified to say this, Artoria."

I quickly interrupted, saying that Artoria couldn't let this topic continue, otherwise it would only make her more determined to stay and let me go back to rest.

"Okay, what do you think? I'm mentally weak, and Artoria, you're seriously not getting enough rest. In other words, our situations are similar. We're even, and now we're on the same starting line."

"It's impossible to stand on the same starting line. If you try to lie to me again, the sequelae of mental failure will be much more serious." Arturia protested.

"But I have rested for such a long time, and my mental recovery speed is much faster than ordinary people."

"Really?"

"Also, I'm lying to you. Think about it, didn't the injury I sustained in the last battle with Pain Worm Harrylu say it would take more than half a year to recover? In the end, it only took me less than half that time, and what happened before?

Also, in other words, my recovery speed is beyond everyone’s expectation and cannot be treated as normal.”

"Well, Fan's recovery ability is indeed amazing..." Arturia thought about it and couldn't deny it and nodded, but... she always seemed to feel that something was wrong, as if something had been omitted, or that Fan had deliberately covered it up.

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What Arturia had not thought of for the time being was that most of the injuries a person suffered before were physical injuries or physical exhaustion, but this time it was mental failure. The two cannot be lumped together at all.

Reference conditions are met.

"So there should be no objection to what I just said."

"this……"

"Then, since we are on the same starting line, it doesn't matter who should go to rest first. How about the two of us take turns shouldering the rebuilding work?" I continued without giving Artoria too much chance to think.

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"I am the husband, and Artoria is the wife. As a husband, you should take the lead. This is common sense in the human race. Otherwise, you will be ridiculed as a coward. Artoria, you don't want me to

Being laughed at like this, right?"

"No, Fan, I don't agree with this kind of male chauvinism. I am the king of the elves, so I should come first."

"I am also a prince of the elves. The husband's responsibility to protect his wife, plus the responsibility as a prince, is obviously greater than yours." This is obviously sophistry.

"I am also Fan's wife. A wife's responsibility is to take care of her husband. In addition, as the king of the elves, I am not inferior to Fan at all."

Ah, as expected, he was rebutted with the same method. Let me just say, naive methods cannot deal with His Majesty the King.

"It's not going to work like this. No one can convince anyone." I sighed, rolled my eyes a few times, and suddenly clapped my hands, as if I had thought of some good solution.

"That's all we can do, let's decide on the guessing game."

"Guess... okay." Artoria hesitated for a moment, then nodded in agreement.

In fact, for adventurers, guessing is not a very good and fair way to make decisions, because this method relies heavily on instantaneous reaction ability. For example, if one is a master in the pseudo-field and the other is a rookie, even if they both appear at the same time,

Masters in the boxing and pseudo fields can also use their more powerful dynamic vision and reaction capabilities to determine what the opponent is going to do at the moment when victory or defeat is decided, so that they can easily deal with it.

But when we reach the level of Artoria and I, the difference is not so obvious.

Of course I have a reason for choosing this way. It stems from an interesting phenomenon I discovered on God’s birthday. As long as you know this and Artoria herself doesn’t notice it, then guessing with Artoria will never be the same.

No one will lose, even a quasi-tragic emperor like me who cannot believe in the existence of luck.

This phenomenon is that if Artoria thinks of scissors, then when she decides, the golden hair on her forehead will move to the left, the fist will be slightly raised, and the cloth will move to the right.

All I can say is that this golden hair is really cute.
To be continued...