Comprehensive comic: Get the lazy template at the beginning

Ahhh

Rider's eyes widened, a little incredulous.

What are you doing? What are you doing? Isn't it a one-on-one debate match? Why are you still asking for foreign help, the dignified King Arthur can't afford

it, right? And Gilgamesh, what are you doing there? You must also think the other party's words are ridiculous? Then come and refute her with me! What are you doing there

like a play, and you still eat, don't eat! You won't be really hungry, will you?

And Gilgamesh on the side is really happy now, good-looking, loves to watch, and still wants to watch!

Yes, that's it, the evenly matched drama is interesting, just for the king to serve as a drink.

Of course, he knew that if he was also involved, and the two kings would criticize her together, Artoria would definitely not be able to bear it.

But... Why do you want to go yourself? Why do you want to help you Rider? Why did you pit me with a bottle of wine...

"It's not gone, I'm glad I still have a trick, it's not a big problem!" Rider

comforted himself in his heart, although Mordred's appearance almost didn't give him a flash.

But if the other party does something wrong, it is wrong, how can you still let you give it the other way

around?"Rider, what, speechless? If you have nothing to say, just sit down, Rider, you sit!" Artoria

continued to provoke, she would not have done such a thing with her character, but who let the other party have to step on her minefield wildly.

Sit? I'm going to sit down, you have to force me to use a big move, right? Okay!

As a dignified king of conquest, how could Rider stand this grievance, and published a small paper on the spot.

"Saber, you just said that you died for your ideals, right

? You must have been as holy as a saint back then, and you must have been noble and inviolable in the eyes of others, right?

But who would yearn for this thorny road called martyrdom?"

"I—" Mordred opened her mouth.

"Berserker, don't talk yet! I'm here with your father to discuss business, what are you kids talking about?"

Rider glared at Mordred fiercely, "Eat your meal, don't put this horn aside."

Clearing his throat, Rider continued.

"The so-called king, when the people of the world are more greedy, laugh more happily, be more angry, no matter whether it is turbid, should reach the peak!

Only in this way will the courtiers be envious of the king, be overwhelmed by the king, and in the hearts of all the people in the world, will the idea of wanting to become a king. "

yes, that's what I thought," Mordred interjected again.

"Berserker, don't talk to me yet!" Rider

was about to get dizzy, and quickly said the rest of the words, so as not to be interrupted by Mordred.

"O knight king, perhaps your righteousness and ideals have indeed saved the nation and redeemed the people.

But it's just those who have been saved, there is no one to guide them, and you can't know what the end will be, right?!"

"I..."

Artoria took two steps back, her pupils trembled, and the blood and stumps and severed arms on the hill of the setting sun seemed to appear in front of her eyes again.

"To your own subjects, you are just blindly saving and not guiding, you are just immersed in your own world.

Therefore, you are not really a king, just a little girl who does not live for herself, is bound by others, and is bound by the idol baggage of the king!"

Rider raised his arms and shouted, and for a moment an indescribable domineering spirit emanated from his body.

How's it going?Knowing that you're wrong, you have to make me say so much, where is the applause?!

Artoria wanted to open her mouth to refute, but the image of corpses strewn across the field and rivers of blood would appear in front of her eyes.

There lie the courtiers who trust her to follow her, her friends, and her relatives, themselves... Is it really wrong, is he really not worthy of being called king?

Artoria looked sluggish, she had given up resisting, and the other party showed the bloody reality, what else could she refute?"

"Gaia! I'm so angry, I can't bear it!!"

Just as the scene fell silent, Mordred suddenly slapped the case and let out a roar.

"I'll go, tap, the bear kid is frizzy. Holding

the bowl in front of her, Medea slapped Mordred's little buttocks, almost spilling her soup.

Mordred clutched her ass and glared at Medea fiercely, but now that she had more important things to do, it was too late to argue with her.

"Rider, you put this horn down, do you know my father? do you know her? You dare to say that?"

Mordred said in a bad tone to Rider.

Hearing

Mordred's words, Artoria hurriedly looked up at her, as if the other party was her last straw now.

"Father—"

Seeing Artoria's sad and sad appearance, Mordred was distressed, and then even more angry.

You dare to bully my father in front of me, have you taken me seriously?!

Mordred gave Artoria a look of "don't worry, there is me", and then her expression sank suddenly.

Now that "Rebellious Knight" has gone offline, it's "Daddy's True Love Fan" on the line!"

Oh, Berserker, isn't that what I said I said? I'm telling you, you can't just because she's yours... Father, you're just making up nonsense and covering her up!" Seeing

Mordred stand up, Rider suddenly felt bad, and his heart was really annoyed.

I already knew that I didn't talk so much, and the other party loved it, and it was none of his business, which was good, it was endless.

The big one can't talk about himself, the small one can't say the small one, but I'm going to let Caster and them talk about it too, right?, looking

at the crowd of people next to Mordred, Rider couldn't help but feel a chill.

If that's the case, he really deserves

the title of the oldest hero king, and this ingenuity is really not covered...

"Hmm, you bastard, why do you think of this king like that?"

Gilgamesh looked at Rider with a little meaning, not knowing what was wrong with the other party.

However, today's banquet is really good, and there are even two yards of drama.

Keep arguing, don't stop for this king, it's really too pleasant, it's much better to watch others get angry and quarrel than to be angry yourself.

I'm still young, but I don't want to be angry and ruined.