Chapter 540
As expected of him!
Where am I?
Bedivere sat up and looked all around in confusion.
carriage?
But what about horses?
"Ah you're awake!" Ritsuka Fujimaru walked quickly to the sports car and folded his hands together, "I'm sorry, I forced you to do such a difficult thing just now."
"I'm sorry. !" Mash followed suit, apologetic.
"It's okay, no, it should be said that my memory is a little fuzzy," Bedivere rubbed his chest.
His memory has an obvious fault, the shield in his field of vision is getting bigger and bigger, then his consciousness is interrupted, and then he is connected to the present, but the stinging pain in his body is reminding him repeatedly that it was not an illusion.
"I'm sorry I've deliberately stopped!"
Well, although it may sound like a bit of a prostitute.
"It's an honor for Knight to help the lady, how are the children?"
Bedivere doesn't care about her body at all but cares about the behavior of the restless children. Mash felt even more guilty.
"Laughed After that, everyone will dig you up and put you in the car."
Although I am very concerned about what Ritsuka Fujimaru's [dig] means, but child They laughed.
That's enough.
Even so, he can help the weak.
"I'll go with you."
Bedivere was about to roll over and jump out of the car, but before that, a cane stuck out from the driver's seat, up his chest.
"Sit obediently and honestly," Da Vinci in the driver's seat retracted his cane, "you need to rest."
"It's okay."
Seeing that Bedivere was still planning to walk with the refugees, Da Vinci was a little helpless sighed.
"I'm tentatively also a caster. I checked your body a little while I was putting you in the car. You need rest, a lot of rest."
Bedivere was silent for a while. Shook the head after the meeting.
"I don't have that much time to rest."
"So let's you take a little more rest now, so you can work harder later," Da Vinci spread his hands.
Bedivere opened his mouth, and Da Vinci had a complete [you don't do it or you'll break] look.
“fine.” Bedivere lowered his head helplessly.
"Really, you guys just like to push yourself so hard," Da Vinci curl one's lip, obviously she just wants Bedivere to take a break.
"You're a man, too," Ritsuka Fujimaru put her hands behind her head.
"Huh?!" Bedivere's eyes widened.
What did he just hear?
Is this intelligent looking beauty a man? !
"Ala You can't slander because you are jealous of Da Vinci-chan" Da Vinci tapped Ritsuka Fujimaru's head with a cane with a smile. The figure of the heroes"
"I feel so subtle when you say that," Ritsuka Fujimaru raised his eyes.
Bedivere hesitated.
He would like to refute the claim that Da Vinci is small.
Because he is very powerful.
Although Mordred's gas is very small, he makes a lot of noise at every turn.
"As long as you kneel down and beg Mordred-sama, Mordred-sama will help you out of this predicament"
"pa ——"
Cyd extend the hand to grab Mordred's skull.
“waaaahhhhh!”
Mordred squatted aside, clutching his head.
Cyd answered Mordred with his behavior.
"It's really lively," the young man with a pure smile like a child pulled the Cursed Arm out of the ground with one hand, "don't worry, they are not enemies."
The villagers were hesitant, because there were still many people who witnessed the Cursed Arm being punched into the ground by Cyd, but probably out of trust in the youth, they put down their weapons.
"My name is Arash, and my rank is archer." Arash laid the Cursed Arm flat on the ground, then extended his hand to Cyd, "We just looked at each other."
"Cyd," Cyd took Arash's hand, "Oh, that's really helpful, I knew I should have waited for you to come back to the village first."
"ah ha ha ha , Cursed Arm is more impatient," Arash scratched the back of his head, "maybe a fight might be faster."
Arash glanced at the motionless Cursed Arm lying on the ground.
This—it shouldn't be a fight.
It was just unilaterally killed.
But it's just stunned. Although it looks scary, this level of attack is just a sap for the servant.
"But I'm afraid Cursed Arm will make a lot of noise when he wakes up later," Arash was a little embarrassed.
"What, is he a child?" Mordred disdainfully despised Cursed Arm.
“Then we have to resort to bribing tactics. As long as the villagers’ disgust towards us is eliminated, Cursed Arm should choose to have a good talk with us,” Cyd rubbed his wrist.
"Yeah, I find it hard," Arash tried to sound as tactful as possible.
"Fujita opened the warehouse to put food," Cyd waved his hand.
"I'm not a granary," Lteng was too sighed, "but if they can fill their stomachs, the granary should be the granary."