"Enheng, you must be hiding something from me." When he talked about why little King Arthur was so distracted just now, the little guy immediately looked around and couldn't believe what he said.
"No, not at all. The mount is so annoying. It's just a stupid mount that wants to take care of its owner."
Little King Arthur shook his head like a rattle. She didn't know whether her previous life, the majestic King Arthur hundreds of thousands of years ago, was as clumsy in lying skills. Anyway, as long as he didn't suffer from visual dysfunction such as cataracts, Everyone can see that this guy is lying and trying to show off his strength.
"Okay, it doesn't matter to me.
"I patted my butt and stood up, planning to leave.
Long live, I will be free from now on.
Unfortunately, before I took a few steps, my cloak was pulled. When I turned around, I saw little King Arthur stretching out his little hand and holding on tightly to the corner of my cloak. His eyes were filled with crystal water that made it impossible to remain indifferent. Guang, holding back tears, twitched her little nose, bit her mouth tightly, raised her head and stared at me, like a poor puppy who knew it was going to be abandoned.
He showed this foul expression again, there was really nothing he could do to the little guy.
Who let me be my king’s figure controller, Hundan! !
Sitting down again, I held the little guy in my hands distressedly, put it on my face and rubbed it to comfort me.
"Be good, be good, and don't cry. King Arthur is the strongest man in the world."
"Don't be a boss, you're a fool, you're a slut, Lao Su likes to bully me."
I wiped my eyes, and the little guy punched and kicked me on the chin. Unfortunately, the force was very light, and it was more like trying to pull away the baby.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault. Come on, let's sit down and talk calmly. Didn't you say that I am your mount? If you encountered any problems, why did you just throw me aside and start acting alone? This is not good. ." I followed the temptation and still wanted the little guy to reveal something he had hidden.
"Woo~~"
Jumping up and sitting on my head, the little guy groaned thoughtfully, as if he was hesitating whether to tell me or not.
After a while, I felt her shaking head.
"No, this matter has nothing to do with the stupid mount. There is no need for the stupid mount to be involved."
Oops, are you still rejected? Am I that unreliable?
I feel a little depressed in my heart. Even though this little guy is always ready to cry and looks like a crybaby, she has a very stubborn temper. She is very proud and very independent. After careful consideration, she refused for the second time. At this point, it was basically impossible to find out the situation from her.
However, from Ting's answer, we can also get a glimpse. When she mentioned "this matter", she mentioned the word "involvement". I think it is not that she encountered difficulties in improving her strength as I guessed. , if it is just like this, no matter how serious it is, it cannot be described as involving.
The only possibility is that this little guy has encountered other big problems, and the risks seem to be high, so he doesn't want me to get involved.
The problem is that after hundreds of thousands of years, such a long time has washed away. Basically, except for those immortal legends, there can be no relationship between the little King Arthur and the current world, just like a bird that just emerged from the cocoon. The young spider that crawled out had not yet had time to weave intricate webs in this world that would trouble her.
The difficulties she encountered cannot be discussed with her heir Artoria and my unruly mount. It must be a very personal problem. What exactly could it be?
The grievances and hatreds separated by hundreds of thousands of years? Please, this is not a TV show.
Could it be...
I was suddenly shocked to think of a possibility, and it seemed that this was the only way to make sense.
I lifted her off my head and stared at her with a very solemn expression.
"1 little guy, you..."
"Wha...what?"
Little King Arthur's voice was obviously a little panicked, and his pupils were swaying from side to side, but he didn't dare to look directly at me, which further showed the accuracy of my guess.
After calming down, I spoke word by word with an extremely sure tone.
"Which squirrel are you...in love with?"
Little King Arthur froze, and there was a subtle silence for a few seconds.
Then, there was a clear sound, with his head lowered and his whole body shaking, little King Arthur had already raised the sword of victory high.
"Wait, I have something to say. It's uncivilized to use knives and guns. Did I say something wrong? It's not a squirrel, it's a hamster? Or is it a parrot? Wait, wait, I already said wait..."
! ! ! ! "
The miserable wailing sound that spread out immediately made the huge crystal tree tremble.
"Okay, I won't ask anymore, please disturb my little life." The second death in ten minutes made me wave the little white flag.
I can't figure out the reason now. Maybe I can discuss it with Artoria or Yalandlan, and they will have a better answer.
"Okay, okay, don't look bad all day long." I came back to life a moment later, comforting little King Arthur as if nothing had happened.
"Whose fault is it for having such a stinky face?" Little King Arthur, who had been bullied so badly by me, shouted in protest, waving his little hands.
"Oh my, whose child is this? Isn't he very energetic?" I said with a smile, waving my hands and covering my mouth, in the tone of a neighbor's gossipy aunt.
"Okay, in order to forget my worries, I'm going to get some delicious food to celebrate. Seeing that little King Arthur still looked angry, I thought of a good way.
"Delicious?" He looked at me warily.
"Yes, it's delicious." I raised the rice basket in front of me and winked at her.
"Are you trying to tell Ben Ang that this is delicious?" He looked at the rice basket and then his eyes fell on me. 1 Little King Arthur's gaze was...
Full of contempt.
It seems to be saying, fool me, who doesn't know that there is hell hidden inside.
"You can't say that there is only a layer of gauze between hell and heaven." I shook my index finger and said.
That's right, once an angel is clothed, even a demon can become an angel. The reason is that simple.
Under the watchful eyes of little King Arthur, I picked up another sour plum.
"Chichi——
! ! "
The taste just now is still fresh in my memory. When I saw the sour plums, little King Arthur was like a cat that has encountered a natural enemy. He hunched over with five fingers and claws, the hair on his body stood up, and he made a hissing warning sound.
What an Arthur cat.
I smiled and put the sour plum into the basin next to me. Suddenly, the originally clear spring water became turbid, showing a deep brown-black color.
Next it's time for magic.
I was very proud and pulled the cloak outward from the chest, revealing dozens of pockets on both sides of the inside.
As for the difference between my cloak sewn by Willas herself and the cloaks worn by cats and dogs on the street, apart from the obsolescence of being stained by people, it also has connotations, yes, it is these treasure chest-like pockets.
Next, I'll take a look and add some sour seasoning, licorice powder...
I took out the bottle the same way and dropped various powders or liquids into the basin. Maybe I need to add some water.
"What? What's this?" 1 Little King Arthur's curiosity was suddenly aroused, and he didn't care about the main ingredient in the basin of water. The sour plum made her meet the murderer of Max Merlin. Curious He leaned forward, his eyes constantly wandering back and forth between my hand and the basin.
"Well, this is a secret, but for the sake of your sincere question, I will tell you mercifully that this is a condiment. Of course, more people like to call it spice."
I proudly shook out the various bottles on my body, pointing one finger to the sky and the other to the ground.
"Do you understand? From now on, please call me Lord Wu Fan, the Spice Emperor, hahahahahahaha" Yawn——
! ! "In the distant third world, a sudden and inexplicable sneeze sounded loudly.
"Teacher, are you okay?"
"Of course, it's probably someone who missed me. I'm not bragging to you. Beansa, your teacher, I was a heartthrob when I was young."
An old man touched his chin proudly, raised his legs to step on a stone, exposed his flowing leg hair, and struck cool poses.
"Teacher, Beansa has a question, what is the heartthrob?" The devil girl raised her hand and asked frankly.
"You, you, heartthrob means very popular with women." The old man with hairy legs tilted his body, and his foot almost slipped off the stone.
"Why does the teacher welcome women?" the devil girl asked tirelessly, but before the other party could answer, she seemed to have figured out the key, clapped her palms, and raised her hands again to take credit.
"Teacher, I understand!!!" "Oh?" "It must be that the longer the leg hair is, the more popular it is with women, right?" The old man with hairy legs was stunned for a long time, and suddenly wiped the corners of his eyes that were shining with tears: " Well said, Beansa, yes, that's the truth, it seems you are becoming more and more sensible."
"Long live, Beansa guessed it right." The devil girl [deliberately showed an innocent smile], but in her heart [sneered a dark and sinister conspirator].
Hey hey, stupid humans, this Demon King has heard another important piece of news. It seems that your doomsday is not far away. You must remember this news carefully and tell Sister Beryl, let me think about it. , what is it, a mushroom with longer legs...
Does the soup taste better?
It seemed like something was wrong, so I ignored it. Speaking of which, should I tell Sister Beryl or Saya about this kind of information?
The Demon King girl was lost in thought.
"Slutty Diang?" 1 Little King Arthur tilted his head and said hello with a big sign on his head.
"It's the King of Spice, King of Spice, you idiot, speak every word and syllable clearly. Don't think you can pretend to be stupid and get away with it by showing a cute face and using that childish and delicate accent that makes people feel soft." I randomly pick up some weird nicknames!!”
The little guy continued to tilt his head in confusion. This time, the little guy seemed to be trying hard to read it well, chewing on each word.
"Withdraw~pee~di~ang?"
Me: "..." I'm speechless about this guy's tongue. Forget it, just fuck me for the rest of your life.
"In short, these things are Veras's kitchen secrets. Every spice is picked and baked by her in Rogge Grassland." I said while continuing to tinker.
Of course, it is not all secrets. In addition to the seasoning of spices, the quality of a dish is also crucial to the selection and processing of ingredients, as well as the control of heat, etc. Of course, the most important thing is love.
Speaking of the pot of sour plum soup in front of me, it was actually an accident. One time when I was bored, I saw that Vilas seemed to be able to make delicious dishes even if I gave her a plate of stones. So I became very interested and made the Shura Hell Sour specially made by the little fox. Take out the dried plums to test her.
In the end, this little housewife did not disappoint me. She made a sour plum that could scare away the three demon gods into a bowl of appetizing sour plum soup.
Therefore, this is the correct way for normal people to eat sour plums pickled by little foxes, and it is also the only way. There is no second way in this world.
After finishing the sour plum soup banquet that made little King Arthur full of praise, this little guy sneaked away to who knows where while I was taking a nap.
Counting a few days, if she doesn't come back at night, then she has been out for four consecutive days. I should report to Yalandlan and tell her about the hero of the elves, the strongest in the Dark Continent. Or, has she become a bad girl now?
After shaking my head and returning home to Jeluka's residence, I unexpectedly found that the girls were all there.
"Didn't you go out to play today?" I asked curiously, looking at the sky.
"I'm tired from walking, I have a rest today." Linya leaned out from the kitchen and gave me a cute smile.
"Hey, now, daddy, we are learning the craftsmanship of the elves with Sister Jeluka." Wearing aprons, the two little princesses, virtuous yet lively and cute, ran away with spatulas in their hands. Come out and report to me excitedly.
"Be good, have you learned?"
One glance at their greasy aprons, and I knew that the two little princesses were studying very hard, so I couldn't help but hug them over with great affection and give each of them a kiss.
"Hee hee, it's a secret. Dad will know it during dinner today, right, Aikolu (Xi Lusi)." The two little princesses glanced at each other and said in unison.
"Okay, I'll wait."
Thinking of being able to taste the cooking skills of my precious daughter, I almost burst out laughing. The cooking skills of the pornographic maid are quite good, which is one of her few normal advantages. She will teach the little princess, I Very relieved.
If you dare to teach something like a feast of female bodies, beat her up!
As soon as my smile changed, I clenched my fists and thought fiercely that I would never allow another unscrupulous guy to poison the young and innocent hearts of my little princesses. "Lena, are you back? How did you learn from Grandma Yalandlan?" ?" Lena was reading a book quietly on the side. Seeing this, I approached her and asked with concern.
I know that Lena is back. Red B's training and departure means that her lessons at Yalandlan are over. From this point of view, Red B is still very conscientious in protecting Lena in secret.
only……
We brothers and sisters really have different lives. While Lena was happily immersed in the ocean of knowledge taught by Yalandlan, I was in the other far corner, immersed in the infinite pig head system created by Red B.
"Well, very good. Grandma Yalandlan is worthy of being the number one prophet in the Dark Continent. With her guidance, I almost feel that I am making progress every day. ... Lena put down the book and smiled quietly.
"You are saying that Grandma Akara's teachings are careless."
"Brother, it's true that you will bully others even if you know I don't mean it." She whispered in a low voice, with a voice that was difficult for other girls to hear. Lena leaned her soft and delicate body closer and got into my arms. .
"Progress or not, it doesn't matter what happens. As long as you are happy Lena, it's best."
I gently hugged my beloved baby sister and said softly, combing her snow-colored hair with my five fingers. I was immersed in the silent and warm atmosphere. For a moment, the love between brother and sister was overflowing, outside. From a human perspective, this must be a picture of perfect family harmony, it must be like this.
"By the way, Lena, did you hear any news about little King Arthur at Grandma Arlandland's?" I blurted out, thinking of the little guy's suspicious behavior and expression.
"His Royal Highness King Arthur? Grandma Gulanlan didn't say anything." Linya thought for a moment and shook her head slightly.
"It's strange. You haven't come back these past few nights. What happened?"
"Brother is worried about His Royal Highness King Arthur?" Lena looked at me with wide and lively eyes.
"It's not that I'm worried when I say I'm not worried. In fact, I'm still a little bit worried. All in all, I'm not really worried, but I'm just showing a little concern for the sake of the friendship between the two races." I replied indiscriminately, shaking my head, and finally Even I don't know what I mean.
"I know, I will pay attention to the news from Grandma Yalandlan." Lena seemed to understand something, pursed her lips, and looked like she wanted to laugh but dare not laugh.
Then, she got even closer, brought her delicate lips up, and whispered into my ear.
"If His Royal Highness King Arthur is not around, wouldn't it be easier for my brother to do bad things?"
"Ahem, Lena, what are you talking about... I almost choked on my own saliva. Is this really my quiet and well-behaved sister?
"Recently, my brother doesn't pay much attention to me."
"Isn't that because you spent most of your time studying at Grandma Yalandlan's place?" I explained in a low voice, wiping the cold sweat from my forehead.
We often work from morning to night, and most of the opportunities to meet are only at night. In addition, there are also Vilas and the others, so there is naturally less time left for Lena. Isn’t this something that can’t be helped? Why don’t we spend time with her at night? Can't sleep?
