Chapter 36: King Selection

Anno and Lan Malok met on the way to the Knight Cemetery. If you want to go to the Knight Cemetery, you must first pass through the gate of the Royal Court.

"Captain Annuo!" Lan Malok looked excited and walked towards the crowd.

Annuo looked at Lan Malok, who was taller than himself, and pinched the muscles on his arm with emotion, sighing: "Lan Malok, it seems that you have not forgotten the martial arts training you have done in the year I left. "

"Of course!" Lan Malok said proudly, "Now I can definitely fight one against ten!"

"Hoho." Kai chuckled secretly, "It seems like this guy is very confident in himself."

The two of them were similar in age, so Kai couldn't help but have some ideas about competing.

"Huh?" Lan Malok glanced at Kai, and then at Lancelot and Arturia standing aside.

He said hello to Lancelot. The two of them had fought side by side on the battlefield, and then his eyes were fixed on Arturia.

"Captain Annuo, so these two are the ones you found...the King of Britain?" Lan Malok was not sure which one was the person Annuo found.

An Nuo smiled: "Let's go to the cemetery first. You'll know which one is right when you get there."

Artoria is wandering in a daze.

Gawain, who was hiding behind Lan Malok, looked at Annuo. He felt that he was a very serious uncle, but he was not as scary as his mother described, right?

Annuo saw Gawain and asked: "This child is..."

"He is the second son of Princess Morgan Feller." Lan Malok smiled.

"Morgan's second son..." Annuo glanced at Artoria.

"That means he is Leah's nephew?" Kai squatted down and looked at the nervous Gawain.

Annuo came over and touched Gawain's head. Over the years, he had come into contact with many children, and it had become a habit to touch his head: "Little guy, how is your mother?"

"Ah, Lord Knight, my mother has been doing well recently." Gawain's voice was still very loud.

Annuo nodded: "After the king draws out his sword, I will go visit the president and princess."

As for now...

Lancelot tugged at the distracted Arturia: "Let's go, you are the protagonist."

Knight Cemetery, in front of the King's Chosen Sword.

Annuo looked at the messy knight cemetery and asked Lan Malok angrily: "What's going on here?"

Lan Malok sighed: "After Princess Morganfeller failed to draw her sword, the knights who came after hearing the news were like mad dogs and made this place look like this."

An Nuo was a little angry: "They are trampling on the tombs of our ancestors, what a ridiculous group of people!"

Many of his comrades-in-arms were buried here. Looking at the cemetery that was almost completely flattened, Annuo was angry and helpless.

The temptation of the throne to these knights is really too great. No one, not even Annuo, can be indifferent to it, but Annuo can resist it.

Merlin walked up to Artoria.

"Lea, are you ready?"

Artoria didn't answer, just stared straight at the long sword embedded in the meteorite.

Annuo also adjusted his mood: "When you pull it out, it means that you are no longer related to the girl Artoria. You rule a country and govern a country."

"There is still a chance to regret now." Merlin glanced at Annuo.

"I will not regret it, this is my destiny!" Artoria stepped forward and held the hilt of the golden sword of victory.