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Little King Arthur did not make a sound, but the slightly turbulent lake water seemed to have received strong thoughts and then babbled, directly conveying what little King Arthur was thinking.

Or maybe it's... little King Arthur's unique way of confiding?

In any case, the method of expression is not important, what is important is the content.

But...that's it?

I don’t want to complain about how boring the rise of King Arthur is. After all, orthodox historical chapters and dynasty changes are almost like this. They are nothing more than the general trend and the will of the people. If you change the soup without changing the medicine, something weird will happen.

, he became a ruler in some weird way, and stood firm, that's what is called weird.

It's just that the important part was not mentioned at all, or it was interrupted at the most important point. You should go on! Who is the fairy in the lake? What is so magical about that scabbard?

place?

What I'm curious about is how you became the Elf Queen? No, I'm not interested at all. In my opinion, this is a matter of course. I'm only curious about her big baby, which is like dropping a handful of things I've never seen before.

Unidentified mysterious equipment of unknown grade, but I don’t have an identification scroll on hand. I’m really anxious!

If I had known better, I wouldn't have used the last identification scroll to wipe my butt. I should have used the scroll to return to the city. No, it should have gone back even further. I shouldn't have ruined my stomach by eating weird things in the wild.

It's almost this feeling of torment and regret.

If I had known earlier, I wouldn't have come here to listen to what little King Arthur said. This damn out-of-context maniac, wouldn't it be nice to sleep with my king in my arms? Wouldn't it be even more delicious if I could rest on my pillow, which is the only place where the dirty maid can surpass my sister?

fragrant?

I am so fascinated by the figures!

When I felt regretful, the gentle lake surface rippled again, as if the previous scene was being played backwards, and after the sound of water fell, there were rustling clothes and armor.

I had no idea what was going on, and I suddenly wanted to complain for no reason, "A certain famous painter has come ashore."

While my mind was struggling with self-analysis, it suddenly sank, and the familiar weight returned.

"Did you wash it?" I breathed a sigh of relief, and the familiar weight came back with it, as well as the relaxed atmosphere. Just now, even if little King Arthur turned into a damn broken dog, I still didn't have the guts to stand up and scream angrily,

It's all because of that damn momentum, which made the whole sky seem to be half lower. The other half was tightly held by invisible hands. As long as I dared to offend in the slightest, the whole sky and the earth would be crushed together with me.

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To put it simply, it is the feeling of trampling an annoying ant to death together with the ant nest that has been trampled and half collapsed.

"It's all because the mount stinks so bad that I have to take a bath and clean it!" The familiar weight and familiar tone made the corners of my mouth curl up slightly, but I couldn't ignore these words.

"You said I stink?"

"That's right."

"Actually, it makes sense." I sniffed my shoulders and arms. It was like this for a man who didn't take a shower at night.

"Not only do I stink, but I also have oily hair and can slip, so you should find another mount." Squeezing out a few tears, I tried my best to look reluctant and made a difficult decision.

"It doesn't matter, just pull out all the horse's hair." Little King Arthur said, and then he actually took action. Damn it, I lost!

"Don't!"

"That's it!"

"Pull it out again!"

"Just pull it out!"

"Even if you pluck out all my hair, I will still wax my bald head!"

Maybe it was my desperate momentum that calmed down the little King Arthur. She slowed down her movements and hesitated for a moment. Maybe she made a comparison between hair and waxing, which one was more comfortable to sit on. She felt that having hair was better.

After all, if you have it, you can still pull it out, but if it is gone, it is really gone. Even the great King Arthur, the undisputed strongest man in the mainland, must learn to be careful and careful when facing such a ruthless mount.

"Let's go back to the topic we just talked about."

The impressive momentum is gone, and I am getting bolder. If you give me a board now, even if the lake is really a mirror, I can still surf.

"What topic? There is no topic. Ben Ang didn't say anything." Little King Arthur denied it flatly, but when she said this, I became even more convinced that the babble I just received through the strange brain waves was her talking.

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Ignoring her denial, I asked the question that concerned me most directly.

"What magical ability does that scabbard have? It can allow you to unify the continent under such difficult conditions. Even now, you firmly believe that as long as you can find it, you can do what you want to do."

You also know that it is about resurrecting the dead."

"He didn't just die, he has been dead for hundreds of thousands of years." I suddenly remembered the scene of tearing up Ai Wa'er with my hands and the fifth master's resurrection spell to save the situation, and added another sentence.

Then I thought, if the Fifth Master hadn’t come to the rescue, I wonder if Aiwa’er’s grandfather, Ai, who looks like the number one male protagonist in a female-oriented GAL or the number one male protagonist in a female-oriented Tanmei game,

Brother Drew, will you tear my hands apart too?

"The mount doesn't understand at all, it doesn't understand anything!" Wang Zheng was furious. This time, he was served by a toothpick sword.

"I'm just asking because I don't understand. Tell me what kind of magical power this scabbard has."

"Then you must listen carefully, I will only say this once!" The little boy suddenly stood up and raised the sword in his hand with a proud look, which made me even more curious about the origin of that scabbard.

"Tell me, don't worry, I'm quite confident in my memory, probably..."

"A dream come true."

The description was too brief and quick, and I was ready to write down a list of heaven-defying attributes and abilities, and I was thinking of comparing it with the Salted Fish Sword. I couldn't help but wonder if I heard it wrong, and I dug my ears. Haha

A cry?

"Ben Ang said it only once. The mount cannot remember that the mount is too stupid!" Little King Arthur said that he was right.

"No, I heard it very clearly, it's just..."

That's it?

Is there just one attribute?

Originally, I was prepared to despise the Salted Fish Sword and ridicule it, and I was ready with my excuses.

You see, you can’t even compare to a condom!

Is this the result?

A dream come true?

Huh...a dream come true?

A dream come true???!!!!!!

Being a bad PE teacher, it took me ten seconds to react before I understood what this word meant.

Immediately, the first reaction was...

"Little one, could it be that you... met a suspicious religious person?"

Right, right, the first reaction of normal people must be that this is the right thing. How can any good dream come true? God cannot do it easily. It is like a medicine that can cure all diseases. Generally, this kind of bad thing will be given to you.

When talking about reliable profit sharing, the first thing that comes to mind is either crab dumplings or a scam.

If there is such a good thing, then I can realize my dream. I want to eat and wait until I die and have a harem!

If you think about it carefully, it seems that you can actually achieve this kind of thing through your own efforts.

Getting back to the subject, I held the little King Arthur in my hand with great sincerity, intending to use the experience and vision of those who were hundreds of thousands of years ahead of the mainland to let her know that she had been tricked, and that the sword was more likely to be from a certain businessman's family.

The scabbard was unsaleable, so she came up with this sales pitch. As a result, little King Arthur believed it, hypnotized himself, and did whatever he wanted, and it turned out to be a success for her.

What can I say, what else can I say, profiteers save the country?

"It is not the scabbard that makes your dreams come true, but yourself." First, start with a topic and put forward arguments, and then use reasoning, induction, comparison and rebuttal...

"Isn't this a rude thing to say? Of course Su Ben Aung realized his dream!"

I have found a negative example, myself...

Um?

(Hiss) I can’t write this essay anymore!

"No, you...you weren't deceived?"

“It’s true that dreams come true!”

It's over. It's more serious than being cheated. This little guy is so smart.

"Then tell me how it helped you." I calmed down and decided not to do anything. I first had a thorough understanding of this terrible fraud group, found its weakness, and killed it with one strike.

"It helped Ben Ang realize his wish!" Little King Arthur obviously wanted to be lazy. The result is good, the process is not important.

"Process, what I want is process!"

"I'm tired. It's time to rest. We'll talk about it later."

"I beg you!"

"Well, since the mount sincerely pleads with Ben Ang..."
To be continued...