Leonardo da Vinci helped Lancelot bandage his wounds.
Lancelot lay on the sand dune with a lifeless look on his face, looking at the sunset that was approaching the horizon, and let out a sigh that seemed like he was sighing out of his soul.
What the hell is today?
Not only was he beaten by his father, but he was also beaten by the sub-servant who inherited his son's Spiritual Power.
It was understandable that he was beaten by his father. Lancelot himself knew that his performance at that time was quite worthy of a beating. If he were in Anno's position, he would probably get angry and give himself a severe beating, but later he was beaten by Matthew. What about the beating?
That's all, that's all.
At least now I am no longer with my father and, well, maybe my daughter? There is no reason to be hostile to them anymore.
Even so, I can't deny my own stupidity.
I'm so stupid
Lancelot covered his face with his hands.
"It still looks very reluctant. Could it be that he hasn't completely converted yet?" Xuanzang poked Lancelot's armor with his Zen staff and looked at him curiously.
"Don't be sad, Sir Lancelot, there's nothing you can do about it, right?" Bedivere sat next to Lancelot and patted Lancelot's shoulder.
"I'm sorry. I really don't have the face to face you. I'm especially sorry, Lord Bedivere, and Lord Bindu." Lancelot's voice came out from behind his hand, with a slight tremor.
"Stand up, what does it look like lying on the ground?" Anno gave Lancelot a kick.
Lancelot quickly covered his butt and got up.
"Dad, do you still look like a knight?" Matthew glared at Lancelot, "Now that you are awake, you have to shoulder the responsibilities on your shoulders. Do you think Lord Bindo would want to see you like this? What a look!"
"I" Lancelot's eyes were a little cloudy, but he couldn't refute Matthew's words.
Yes, Lord Bindu, how could you want to see me like this?
Taking a deep breath, he patted his face to cheer himself up.
Kneeling down to the Storm King: "I am no longer qualified to call myself a knight, but after this, I will only draw my sword for the right things."
etc.
What did Matthew just call me?
After reacting, Lancelot suddenly turned his head to look at Matthew, his eyes widening.
"Haha!" Matthew also realized what he was calling Lancelot, his face immediately turned red, and he subconsciously took a step back.
"Ah ha. I always feel like it always ends like this. Sometimes I feel that Lord Galahad is really not candid in front of his father." Percival whispered into Annuo's ear.
"That's right. It seems that the relationship between the two of them is not very good." Liao Ye didn't understand anything and just nodded.
"Well, I want to have a good relationship." Lancelot scratched his head awkwardly.
He felt like his heart was going to explode when Matthew called him "Daddy".
A "Noble Phantasm" of this level may cause sudden death if you are not mentally prepared.
"I, that." Matthew shook his head, freeing himself from the shy and awkward state.
I subconsciously yelled out, "I'm sorry, Lord Galahad."
"So, what are you going to do next? Since we are no longer enemies, in this situation, even I will cooperate regardless of past grudges. The command will still be given to you, Fujimaru Ritsuka." Hato Taiga Holding his rice bag, although he no longer felt hostility from Lancelot, his eyes were still wary.
After all, Lancelot is inseparable from Bindu and Arash's exit.
"Why don't you capture him? Give him to the people of the mountain? Or it would be good to use him as a bargaining chip to enter the Holy City." Camilla smiled evilly.
"Sure enough, it's better to fight together." Fujimaru Ritsuka sighed, but still showed a smile to Lancelot, "At this juncture, we still have to work together, right? After all, Mr. Lancelot And willing to make corrections.”
She doesn't really want to give up this precious fighting power, not to mention that Lancelot is Mr. Anno's son and Matthew's father?
Should it be calculated like this?
"Ah, if Lancelot becomes a companion, he is still very reliable." Bedivere breathed a sigh of relief.
After all, they are companions sitting on the same round table. If there is a chance to fight side by side again, he does not want to give up.
"I am a disqualified person, and even more so a loser. My life will be at your disposal no matter what." Lancelot said this to Fujimaru Ritsuka.
Mashu is Fujimaru Ritsuka's servant. Although he shouldn't have lost, since he lost, it is indeed a loss.
"However, before these things, I ask you to go to a place with me first."
"Where is it?" Mashu asked, blinking.
Lancelot only felt that his heart had been hit hard again.
Why. He obviously just borrowed the spiritual foundation of that brat Galahad!
No, no. That brat Galahad can't be so cute.
Take another look.
"Huh? What's wrong?" Matthew tilted his head and blinked again, looking at Lancelot who was covering his heart.
Annuo turned away.
"Well!"
Lancelot quickly turned his head and covered his mouth, cold sweat pouring out from his head.
This, is this the daughter that I, Lancelot, can have! ? Is this real? ?
Snapped!
Anno's slap interrupted Lancelot's thoughts.
".Father?"
"So, where are you going to take us?" Annuo said helplessly.
Matthew was indeed his ideal image of a granddaughter, but Lancelot's reaction was too...
Lancelot said, Dad, you don’t understand.
The reason why your reaction is so bland is because Galahad has always been gentle, filial, and lovely to you.
His reaction to his biological father was always to have a bad look on his face, ignore him, and occasionally engage in a duel.
That’s why I reacted like this after meeting Mashu. Something that my father had never experienced with his son was unexpectedly experienced by his “daughter” who inherited his son’s spiritual power after his death. And this My daughter is ten thousand times cuter than that brat Galahad himself.
Galahad: Kill you, dad.
"Okay, where are you going to take us?" Anno grabbed Lancelot's shoulder and shook it.
"Ah, yes, that direction." Lancelot finally came to his senses and pointed in one direction.
"Actually, I tried to search this land before this, and I simply built a shelter in that direction."
"If I disappear, I'm afraid those in the shelter."
(End of chapter)
