I Will Eventually Embark On The Road Of No Return Called A Hero

"Come on, let's play," Cyd patted the child's head.

"en."

"Can we chat now?" Cyd said with a faint smile.

"You did it all," Cursed Arm cautiously hid the rice ball under his clothes.

"Rice balls are for eating, forget it, it's not just me, everyone worked hard together," Cyd looked towards the people who were enjoying the long-lost happiness, "All I can give them are plants It's just that they earned their happiness by themselves."

"Now I believe you are here to help us," Cursed Arm held up the slightly crooked mask.

"Ah~ about this," Cyd scratched his face in embarrassment, "I'm tentatively helping someone deny Lion King, now she's my head, you've seen her decide. Do you want to say this, it will be embarrassing to take it back later."

"I believe in you!" Cursed Arm said righteously, "No matter who I meet later, I will not change the current situation. Thoughts!"

When Cursed Arm saw Mordred, whose hair was a little blown out from sparring with child.

"Knights of the Round Table, I fought with you!"

Chapter 19: Admit Maliciousness, Accept Maliciousness, and Master Maliciousness

Just like the beginning In the same situation, Hassan of the Cursed Arm, after recognizing that the dignified Knight before was Mordred, held his right arm on the spot and expressed his desire to perish with Mordred. Although he was immediately forced to calm down by Cyd, Cursed Arm's attitude changed from At first, I patted my chest and promised that I would definitely have a good talk. Now my face is cloudy.

God knows how Cyd could see from that mask that Cursed Arm was in a bad mood, but Cursed Arm's tone really got stinky.

“didn’t expect a sage like Cyd-sama to make mistakes,” Cursed Arm earnest and well-meant advised urged Cyd, “Cyd-sama, you are not with anyone It should be with someone like Mordred."

"Hey! Why do you call him my real name as a lord!" Mordred, as always, was concerned about the strange point.

It's probably because she's used to other people's attitudes towards her, or she doesn't care at all.

"Knight of Treachery Mordred, although I don't know what you think," Cursed Arm did not hide his killing intent, "but we are impossible to help you, don't forget what you did before. "

"I didn't forget about killing you," Mordred looked at Cursed Arm calmly, "that's why I'm here to recruit you."

"Huh?" Cursed Arm is unbelievable.

Although I am very upset, I have to admit that working with Mordred now can improve their chances of surviving. He is just saying that he is dead because he just can't hold his breath. As long as Mordred sincerely apologizes, he will also Not unacceptable.

But what does Mordred do? Not only did it not quell his anger, but it also stimulated him.

Cyd raised his brows. Mordred was an idiot, but he wasn't. Intuition told him that Mordred would say something beyond his expectations later.

Mordred's mouth slightly raised.

Apologize? Why did she apologize? Her stance is different. She just did what she should do from her stance. Those people also wanted to take her life. Although she was the one who did it first, don't care about such small things.

"You guys are too weak! Whether it's front or back, as my enemies, you don't even have the ability to make me move, so now I'll give you a chance," Mordred stomped on the table On, although his face is still paralyzed, his tone is extremely arrogant, "Stand on my side, I will give you a chance to kill me, but you better hurry up, or you will not be able to wait until I overthrow the king who gave up people's hearts. Here's your chance."

That's Mordred's way of answering.

Cyd raised his hand and pressed it on his face, seemingly helpless and couldn't bear to look directly, but the corner of his mouth couldn't control his rise.

Instead of imitating a king's style, Mordred's answer came through his own style.

Even people who hate themselves can show their backs openly.

Acknowledging maliciousness, accepting maliciousness, mastering maliciousness.

You have what it takes to be a king!

Of course, it would be nice to be a little more mature, and don't show the expression that you can fight with the cat all day long.

"You're not kidding," Cursed Arm was a little stunned, "you actually said that you would give your back to me and wait for Assassin."

"Huh? Don't get me wrong, because you guys are not at all There's no way to kill me," Mordred waved, "I don't want to waste time, just one sentence, Assassin Now you have a chance to avenge those who died at my knife, all you have to do is help me open the door to Holy Capital , let me pick War King again."

"I can't trust you, and I can't bet on the people of this village," Cursed Arm gritted his teeth.

"Who said I wanted you to drag everyone on the battlefield," Mordred lifted his eyes, "Those without strength are burdens, stay where it's cool, what I want is Those who hate me, who want revenge on me, and if the Lion King can't be defeated before the end of St. Bar, everything except the Holy Capital will be destroyed."

The Cursed Arm compromised, which threatened to never compromise. .

This is the reality, Mordred doesn't look like someone who likes to play crafty plots and machinations, since he gave you a chance to kill me, there is no need to lie, and Cyd also nodded to guarantee Mordred The words are true.

It has come to the point where I have to fight hard, whether to refuse to change and destroy this village together, or to bet everything on this Knight of Treachery in front of me.

Don't even give me the chance to choose?

Cursed Arm looked towards the children who were playing in the flowers, and finally sighed helplessly stretched out his left hand towards Mordred.

"I, Hassan of the Cursed Arm, would like to be your subordinate, remember to keep your heart safe, because I may take it at any time."

Mordred glanced Cursed Arm's left hand is somewhat disgusting curl one's lip.

"Who said you are my subordinate, it's just a help."

Cursed Arm corner of mouth twitching, Arash raised his hand with a smile and hugged the Cursed Arm shoulders.

"Isn't it good? Those who can fight will fight, and those who cannot fight will live with peace of mind. Whether successful or not, this will be a journey without regrets."

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“Congratulations that the negotiation was successful, but the situation is not much better,” Cyd scratched his hair.

Although there are two more servants, the village is mostly women and children, and cannot provide much battle strength, and most of them are sheltered, so it is obviously unrealistic for them to set foot on the battlefield.

"There's a West Village here, and there's a Hassan there," Cursed Arm put down his left hand, "but the Hassan there has the same strong distaste for Knights of the Round Table as I do, even if I It's hard to convince her."

"I'm just going to beat her up again," Mordred shrugged, "I'm good at that."

"Please reduce if possible. The number of fights," Cyd raised his hand and patted Mordred's shoulder heavily, "the cool and reliable image I built for you is about to collapse by you."

"Then So what, Mordred-sama's charisma can completely conquer them," Mordred spread his hands nonchalantly.

"No, it's all because you looked so dignified at first that we'll talk about it."

Cursed Arm and Arash waved at the same time.

"If at first know that you are Mordred, who will negotiate with you, even if they can start negotiating, they will use the idea of [this guy doesn't want to drag us to self-destruct together] to talk to you. ."

Mordred corner of mouth twitching.

You group of appearance associations!

"Is there any way to get Hassan in West Village to listen to our intentions calmly," Cyd said helplessly, "I am a pacifist G. If we can reduce fighting, we can reduce it as much as possible."

Cursed Arm touched the back of his head.

He remembered that Cyd's way of proving he was innocent was by punching him in the ground.