Connor's Hogwarts

"Forget it, forget it, do whatever you want..." Connor gave up struggling, "I must tell you, the King Arthur in history was a man."

"I have always regarded a man as the king. It is normal for the legends of later generations to misunderstand this."

"There is no Holy Grail War in this world, I fooled you."

"...It should be so. I shouldn't have unrealistic illusions about holy objects that can fulfill any wish."

"..." Yes, yes, you can do anything, you are King Arthur himself, right? Connor Geyou collapsed on the sofa, feeling very tired.

"By the way... aster, what era is it now?"

"It's 1991 now, and the Arthurian dynasty has been destroyed for nearly 500 years."

"Yeah... yeah..." Saber looked a bit disappointed, she really thought of herself as King Arthur...

"The place you are now is England. You can see that so many years have passed, and Britain is not far behind without King Arthur, so even if it is a king, it is just dust of history in the end. In the face of ruthless time, human beings All my troubles have become ridiculous..."

Connor glanced at Dumao, wondering if the king in front of him would also have the negative desire to "return to the king's election", and he pinched people too realistically, and he really shot himself in the foot.

"You said that the power to human beings is so insignificant. It has been so many years, and the things I care about are probably no one cares now. Now that I know that everything I do is in vain, then my existence still exists. What do you mean?"

Seeing that the mind of a certain mutt was about to go to another extreme, Connor hadn't figured out how to deal with it, suddenly

"Gu-gu--" (this is the sound of stomach growling)

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King Dumao blushed, she stammered a bit and said, "Isn't my body a painting? Why do I still feel hungry?!"

"Ahem, this, this is my setting, when your magic power is not enough, you will haha

Ha, it's actually pretty cute, isn't it? "Connor scratched his head with a smile, and even felt a little proud.

"What kind of messy and strange setting is this!"

"You've been alive for two days. It's normal to have insufficient magic power. Don't worry, you won't bark when your stomach is full of magic power."

Saber was silent for a while, and finally looked away, "Then I'm hungry, no, what should I do now that I don't have enough magic power?"

"Of course it is to replenish the magic power!" Connor said solemnly, "We all know that the body fluids of wizards contain magic power, so let's replenish the magic power! Saber!"

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Chapter 219 Artoria (Thanks to [Chicago Hit Nozawa] book friends for the reward

In the end, Connor still failed.

There are many ways to restore magic to the magic painting. The simpler method is to directly input the magic power, which is convenient and fast.

To be fancy, Connor can use the finishing touch to draw some snacks. This can simulate the exact same taste. Although people can’t be full after eating, they can be full after eating the paintings, and the magic power can be used again and again. It’s delicious And environmental protection.

Seqin ordered, ahem, ahem, that's all for 8, it's not suitable for children.

In the end, Connor used the second method. He drew a bowl of Yangchun noodles from his hometown. Connor ate several bowls of the familiar taste.

Connor's feeding plan was considered a success. King Dumao ate very happily, and Daimao kept shaking.

Artoria has a complete sense of taste, and her dietary preferences are consistent with Connor's. Not only that, she also has the foodie settings added by Connor, which creates a feeling of a complete person …to the delight of Connor.

It would be better if you could be more obedient...

"Saber, where are you going to sleep tonight? In your room? Back in the painting? Or with me"

""Under Artoria's indifferent gaze, Connor still didn't dare to finish speaking.

She put down the bowls and chopsticks, and replied lightly, "As Ying and as a painting, I don't need sleep very much, so you don't need to worry about me."

"Although this is the case, you can save mana consumption when you return to the painting. Of course, it is not a big problem for me to feed you with mana, but if you demand too much, I will not be able to bear it." Connor couldn't control himself at all. The urge to tease Arturia.

But obviously, the current Dumb Mao Wang is really dumb, she didn't hear Connor's malicious intentions, she nodded solemnly, and said, "Then I'll go back to the painting, but before that"

Artoria looked at Connor seriously, and she said, "Aster, please give me a reason to continue to exist."

"Because of your call, I came to this world, but this world doesn't have what I need. Since the Holy Grail doesn't exist, I can't find the meaning of my continued existence. As a king, I don't have anything The reason remains here, but as a knight summoned by you, I can swing the sword in my hand for your purpose, so please give me a clear goal, and I will take it as the first priority to accomplish. "

Connor noticed that Arturia's emerald-like clear eyes were dimmed due to confusion, like dusty gems, and the breath revealed from them made Connor feel a little suffocated

This is not right, this is very wrong.

Arturia wasn't looking for a "task" from Connor, she was looking for a reason to "live"!

Connor felt as if he had done another stupid thing. He forcibly put shackles on a newborn soul for his own liking.

The Artoria in front of her eyes is not the loyal and upright female swordsman in Connor's memory, but a king who lost her people, her country, and now even her goals.

Although all her memories are false, the emotions born from the false memories are so real and intense.

When the person in the painting has a soul, the weight of that emotion makes Connor a little out of breath

"I'm sorry Artoria." Connor was rarely at a loss.

"? Why are you apologizing, Aster?" Arturia looked at Connor in puzzlement.

"I shouldn't have imposed those memories on you. No, I shouldn't have drawn you. I'm sorry. I didn't think so. I thought I was." Connor was incoherent, he didn't know what to say.

Artoria looked at Connor like this, and smiled for the first time, "Seeing you now, I believe you are a child, aster."

"" Connor embarrassed.

"I never blamed you, aster, for you calling me out" Artoria said, looking at the empty noodle bowl in front of her

"To be able to eat such delicious food today after a thousand years is a happy thing for me. If I can observe the world carefully in the future and enjoy more delicacies, I think that must be a very happy thing, just"

"My memory is telling me that I am a failed king. My remorse for the country and the people prevents me from enjoying all the beauty in peace. Aster, do you understand?" Artoria closed her eyes said

"Although this memory seems a bit vague, but this memory belongs to me. I know my name is Artoria Pendragon because of this memory, so I should take my responsibility for this memory."

She opened her eyes and looked at Connor seriously, "Whether... I am the real King Arthur or not, this is what I, the me named Artoria, should do."

Yes, this is the Artoria I imagined, the perfect king, but Connor is not happy with his "masterpiece", he only feels guilty

"I understand, I understand that I took it for granted. I just wanted to restore the real Artoria, but I didn't expect to restore her regrets and remorse in a true way. This is exactly what I want to apologize to you The place"

Connor took a deep breath and made a decision