I'm really not an old sword

Xuanzang Sanzang said nonchalantly, "Why are you telling me this?"

"He may have done something very bad to you. I apologize to you on his behalf."

"If you like him so much, why don't you help him?"

Scathach was silent for a moment.

"I know him because he begged Meili to bring him to the Shadow Kingdom to learn spearmanship from me."

"He promised me that he would kill me after he learned it."

"It just so happened that I was also interested in this special little fellow, so I accepted him as my apprentice."

"But he broke his promise."

"When he finished his training, he refused to kill me. He said things like, 'Life is actually quite interesting.' and 'When I'm done with my work, I'll take you around the world. If you still want to die, I can kill you later.' It was all very confusing."

"After saying so much, who doesn't understand that he actually can't bring himself to do it? Others say he's cold-blooded, but in fact, he values feelings more than anyone else."

Scathach laughed at herself: "A liar who goes back on his word."

"I'm a liar too."

"He thought I, as a teacher, would help him."

"But I have been hiding in the corner, watching the country he worked so hard to build destroyed, watching him go crazy, and watching him be killed by them."

Looking at this woman who is usually cold and arrogant, now she looks so cowardly.

Xuanzang Sanzang suddenly felt that his own affairs seemed not to be a big deal.

"You just know he can't win."

"I'd rather I was really afraid of death. Merry knew he couldn't win, Morgan knew it, Guinevere knew it, and many people knew it, but they still helped him without hesitation. He, even he himself knew he couldn't win, but he still did it, even if there was only a one percent chance, but he was still willing to give it a try, for those who were willing to believe in him. Only I..."

Xuanzang didn't know what to say and could only hold her hand.

The gentle night breeze blows on my face.

It's cold.

Scathach gently pulled her hand out of Xuanzang's hand, stood up and left.

He came to tell Xuanzang, who was "tortured" by that person, what kind of person that person was and why he became like this.

Having said that, it’s time to go.

She was not qualified to ask for Lin Qingsu's forgiveness on her behalf, and even Lin Qingsu herself was not qualified.

Xuanzang Sanzang looked up at the starry sky.

In the town not far away, I could hear the painful groans of the townspeople who woke up in the night due to hunger, thirst, and illness.

The night scene outside the holy city emerged in her mind.

It must be very quiet there now.

Chapter 40: Rebellious Lancelot

In the study, Lin Qingsu was reading Nitocris's work report.

Suddenly, footsteps and low conversations were heard outside the door, followed by Funi's voice.

"Your Majesty, Lancelot requests an audience."

"Which Lancelot?"

Phony was stunned: "Which Lancelot?"

"Let him in."

A few minutes later, Lancelot walked in from the door.

"Want to go see Mashu?"

During the past half month, Lancelot came to ask for a meeting almost every other day.

I want to go to the dungeon to see Mashu.

However, he was always rejected by Lin Qingsu. Later, Lin Qingsu simply didn't bother to meet Lancelot.

"Yes, my king."

Lin Qingsu closed the report in her hand and looked at Lancelot with a smile.

"I'm curious, have you ever been this concerned about Galahad?"

Lancelot showed a trace of embarrassment on his face.

Not to mention concern, Galahad only found out that he had such a child after he joined the Knights of the Round Table.

The relationship between father and son has never been very good.

Rather than a father and son, their relationship is more like that of ordinary knights.

This is also normal.

If a family has only one child, they will keep it in their hands. If they have three or four children, they will let them run wild. If they have dozens of children...

This child turned out to be mine.

This was the case with Lancelot, who kept a harem of women from the town.

Not to mention he doesn't know how many one-night stands he has had out there.

And because he didn't marry, the children born by those women were at most his mistresses. Except for a few women he particularly loved, he didn't even bother to know about the children of other mistresses.

The reason why he cares about Mashu, a daughter who is not even a daughter, is very simple.

She is pretty and cute.

"I am not interested in your family affairs, but you should know that Mashu is an enemy of Altria and me."

"So I'm curious, what's the point of you going to see her?"

If this Lancelot came to him for help with just this 'daughter', he wouldn't say anything.

And it would be fine if Lancelot was a good husband and father.

Again, if Mashu was not his absolute mortal enemy, he could give Mashu to Lancelot because Lancelot had made no contributions but had worked hard.

But he was neither a good father nor a shrewd one.

He never cared about his many children, and even the women he slept with, he never cared about them again after having sex with them. He was always thinking about hooking up with new beauties.

Mashu is also his and Altria's enemy.

All three points were not touched.

He was disgusted by Lancelot's constant desire to visit Mashu.

Lancelot smiled bitterly and said, "After all, she is my daughter too."

"So?" Lin Qingsu suppressed a sneer and asked, "Which side do you choose?"

"Of course I..."

"I'm not interested in that useless nonsense." Lin Qingsu interrupted impatiently, "For Altria's sake, I'll let you meet her once, and then you can take her away or stay. It's up to you. I won't stop you this time."

"Don't bother me with this kind of thing again."

......

Lancelot had just left and Lin Qingsu had just sorted out her thoughts and was about to continue working when the door was pushed open again.

"Didn't I tell you not to bother me about this shit again?"

"Am I annoying?"

There was a hint of barely perceptible sadness in his calm tone.

This tone.

Lin Qingsu turned around and saw Longominiard standing at the door. He seemed to be unsure whether he should come in and rubbed his temples.

"Sorry, I mistaken you for someone else."

"Oh."

Longominiard stepped in again and went straight up to him.

Then she sat in his arms.

Maybe because she had been working with her head down for too long, Lin Qingsu looked a little confused. He subconsciously reached out to hug her, but felt something was wrong.

this posture.

Now among his women in the castle, only Guinevere liked to sit in his arms like this.

Maybe he was used to Guinevere's more slender body.

With Rongominiard sitting in his arms, Lin Qingsu always had an lingering sense of strangeness - it might also be that Rongominiard was just copying without learning the essence, which made him always feel that something was not right.

"Why did you come to me?"

Longominiard looked at him without saying a word.

Looking at those beautiful blue-green eyes, Lin Qingsu felt as if she had mastered the Buddhist telepathy.

'You've been spending less and less time with me lately.'

"I was a bit busy before."

Lin Qingsu wanted to explain, but she shut up when she thought of Longominiard's voyeuristic hobby.

There was no need to make Longominiade, who was as innocent as a blank sheet of paper, understand why he bullied Xuanzang.

In her opinion, it was probably because she had always been relying on other women.

Lin Qingsu put her arms around Longominiard's waist and whispered, "Then I won't work anymore. I will stay with you from now on."

Although she said she would accompany him, Lin Qingsu really didn't know what to do.

I just want to sit and hold her.

And Longominiade leaned on Lin Qingsu's shoulder without saying a word, like a daughter asking her father to hold her.

time flies.

Suddenly, hurried footsteps were heard in the corridor again, and then the door was pushed open and Lancelot walked in.

"Wang, how could you..."

Lancelot's originally dissatisfied expression froze when he saw the scene inside.

What did he see?

Our king is lying in the arms of that man, King Arthur, like a cat?

Lancelot hardened.

The fist is hard.

As a man, and a famous man at that, he has an almost obsessive pursuit of beauty, and Altria is the most perfect woman he has ever seen. However, because he knows her character well, he silently conceals this love and follows her.

And that king who is not stained by dust.

But today, she was curled up in another man's arms like a shameless child?!

"What's up?"

Lancelot was startled when he saw Lin Qingsu's cold eyes.

Coming to my senses, I suddenly thought of the other party's identity and strength.

He quickly suppressed the disrespectful thoughts in his heart.

Lancelot glanced at Artoria, who didn't even look at him, and lowered his eyes slightly.

"I just went to see Mashu, and I don't think you should imprison her in that place."

"So? You're going to let me build her a house and provide her with good food and drink?"

Lin Qingsu asked unhappily.

What made Lin Qingsu speechless was that Lancelot actually nodded.