I'm really not an old sword

Regretfully, I gave up this immature idea.

Tying your hair is different from washing it. If you do it wrong, it will not only hurt, but also look ugly.

If I had known this earlier, I would have learned from Zhangzi, Zezi and others.

Rungominiad suddenly turned and looked at him.

"what happened?"

Longominiard said expressionlessly, "Tie your hair."

“…I only know how to tear it down.”

Longominiard glanced at him.

Although there was no emotion in her eyes and she remained indifferent, Lin Qingsu always had a feeling that she seemed to dislike her.

"Oh."

Longominiard turned his head and left the edge of the bath.

The milky white water covered her chin, and her loose golden hair floated on the water like an ink painting.

Lin Qingsu continued, "Wait until I learn it. It will be done quickly in a few days."

Longominiard turned his head and looked at him again.

Looking at the milky white liquid that seemed to be about to cover the tender lips at any moment, Lin Qingsu couldn't help but say, "Try covering your mouth with water and then blowing bubbles. It's fun."

"..."

This time, Longominiard looked at Lin Qingsu for a long time.

Even someone as thick-skinned as Lin Qingsu felt embarrassed by the expressionless stare.

With an awkward laugh, but still unwilling to give in, Lin Qingsu went into the water in her underwear and followed her example by submerging herself in the water to demonstrate for her.

'Gululu.'

Accompanied by a sound like drowning, bubbles lay on the water surface and then quickly burst.

A hint of disgust flashed in Longominiard's eyes.

"Try?"

Longominiard shook his head, his attitude firm: "No."

"I've already demonstrated it to you once, no, you have to try it today!"

As if shocked by Lin Qingsu's scoundrel behavior, Longominiard managed to utter a word after a while: "Are you a child?"

"You have to come here today anyway!"

"..."

After a moment's silence, Longominiade sighed imperceptibly and imitated Lin Qingsu's actions just now, submerging her cherry lips and nose into the water.

Accompanied by a funny and low "gurgling" sound.

Bubbles rose to the surface one after another.

In front of those beautiful blue-green eyes that shone like stars, bubbles with a milky white luster burst one after another.

The rippling water droplets seemed to be the finishing touch, adding a touch of brilliance to those sparkling eyes.

Lin Qingsu was stunned.

After an unknown amount of time, Longominid surfaced, her cherry lips emerging from the water, slightly open.

"childish."

Lin Qingsu was unconvinced and said, "Weren't you having fun at the beginning?"

A cold look flashed in Longominiard's eyes.

"Let me cook for you!"

With a "crash", Lin Qingsu stood up.

There was a flicker of interest in Longominiard's eyes.

Although she hadn't eaten for a long time and couldn't even remember the last time she had a meal, when she heard the word "meal", a sense of anticipation surged in her heart for some reason.

But it seemed that Lin Qingsu was about to leave.

She was silent for a moment, then turned and focused on Lin Qingsu, who had already left the bathtub with one foot...

panties.

Lin Qingsu's legs froze in mid-air, and her neck rotated like a machine.

"What are you going to do?"

"Soak for a while longer."

It turns out you didn't want to take off my pants.

Lin Qingsu breathed a sigh of relief, but also felt a little disappointed.

But looking at Longominiard's indifferent "innocent" eyes, he cursed himself as a beast in his heart.

After thinking about it, I decided to give up the straight-laced answer of "If you want to go to the bathhouse, you can go alone. I'll prepare the food for you."

Lin Qingsu gently took away Longominiard's inappropriate little hand, then sat down and said with a smile: "How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I? The bath is very comfortable."

Longominiard said 'hmm' and nodded slightly.

"I'll make you something delicious later. It will definitely suit your taste."

"There are still too few people here now. I'll grab the Holy Grail after a few days when more people gather around."

“There will be more interesting things to do then.”

"When the time comes, I'll take you out for a walk. Sometimes, after staying at home for a long time, if you suddenly go out, you'll find that the outside world is actually very interesting..."

Longominiard sat there silently, and at some point he grabbed Lin Qingsu's hand.

Listening to him talk about the future, about the various things he would take her to experience that she had never known before, a flash of confusion and expectation appeared in his eyes.

"...Um."

Chapter 3 Richard I's Counterattack

Somewhere in the desert, in a military camp.

"I never thought that one day I would become a villain."

The blond boy couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth as he flipped through the report submitted by his subordinates.

"Mordred, Lanmaroc, Lancelot..."

The more he spoke, the more excited he became. His hands began to tremble with excitement, as if he had found the treasure he had always dreamed of.

“I wonder if I can meet that person.”

......

In the desert, the sun is scorching.

Lancelot rode on a horse, followed by hundreds of knights in heavy armor.

I have been searching in the desert for some days.

However, in the vast desert, there are no coordinates to confirm the location, and one can only rely on one abandoned town after another to confirm his direction. As for the enemy, he can only encounter small groups of troops.

"Report, a small town has been discovered 2,300 meters ahead."

"Traces of human life have been discovered in the town, and it's suspected that there are small groups of Crusaders."

"Is this it again?"

Troops of dozens or even dozens of people continued to appear around them.

There is not much point in eradicating them, but it is impossible to just leave them alone.

Every time you chase me, even if the battle is not difficult, just the rush will make people feel tired.

The other side seemed to know that they could not compete with them, and were deliberately waging guerrilla warfare to consume them.

Lancelot couldn't help but sneer when he thought of this.

The enemy is in darkness and we are in the light.

If they were a human army, then it would be just as the enemy wished. They would fall into the enemy's fatigue strategy and their morale would gradually decline under the enemy's constant harassment.

Wait until the time is right before the enemy sends troops to encircle and suppress us.

pity...

"Attack at full speed."

The soldiers in heavy armor fought under the scorching sun without a single complaint.

He was running across the desert at a speed that seemed incredible even to people in casual clothes walking on the neat road.

In the blink of an eye, they arrived outside the small town.

"Leave a few prisoners for questioning."

When the sentry saw the Knights of Rectification charging towards them, they immediately turned around in panic and ran into the town.

This scene has been repeated countless times in the past half month.

Lancelot did not hesitate and rushed into the town with his knights. He caught up with the fleeing sentry at an incredible speed and raised his sword.

'Bah! '

The sound of metal clashing rang out.

Then, the sound of metal clashing was heard continuously, and the two swords collided countless times in the air in an instant.

Followed by an exceptionally heavy crash.

Lancelot and the other party each took a few steps back, squinting their eyes at the young man with blond hair that had a few red highlights.

"Are you Lancelot?"

Without waiting for Lancelot's answer, he excitedly muttered to himself: "Finally, I meet you. Let me introduce myself. My name is Richard, and I am a descendant of the great knight king, Arthur Pendragon..."

Lancelot fell silent for a moment.

Looking at the young man who was talking in front of him, he quickly realized that the leader of the opposing army seemed to have serious brain problems.

His king did not leave any bloodline in the world.

Moreover, according to the later information he knew from the Holy Grail, since the death of King Arthur in the Battle of Camlan, the Celts never recovered and never appeared on the stage of history again, as did he, a descendant of King Arthur.

Even the race doesn't match...

He instinctively wanted to scold him, but the sincerity and excitement from the heart of the other party made Lancelot doubt his own subjective assumptions for a moment.

I couldn't help but think of that male king.

That guy might have left behind a lot of blood. The person in front of him...

"A bunch of nonsense."

No matter what, the enemy is always the enemy.

Richard wasn't annoyed by the interruption. He let out a long sigh, looked at Lancelot and said with a smile, "Knight of the Lake, Lancelot, I have admired you for a long time and have always wanted to emulate you. The legend of a knight never dies unarmed (Knight of Owner)."

As he spoke, Richard took out a branch.

……

"What, Gawain and Lancelot were both defeated?"

In a special sauna room.

Actually, it was something Lin Qingsu had his knights make. They made a simple sauna stove made of volcanic stone and poured water on it from time to time...

The days here are really boring.

There was no living person around. Both the Knights of the Round Table and the Knights of the Strict were servants. Kai, the only one who was not doing his job, was the only one who did not respond to Longominid's call. None of the Knights of the Round Table dared to joke with their king.

Even playing Landlord doesn’t dare to beat him.