Hala likes to observe the expressions and movements of other human beings on the street, imagining where these people, who may have hurried expressions or may be smiling, will go, what they will do, and what kind of people they will meet.

A young man broke into Hala's field of vision. He appeared suddenly, as if he fell from the sky, and Hala's biological instinct reminded her.

To Hola, he is the type of human being who may threaten his life.

Lancelot coincidentally met Holla's eyes, then he showed a "charming and gentlemanly" smile, and then walked towards Holla.

Seeing the girl retreating warily, Lancelot felt a little funny. He didn't expect that he would scare the child one day.

It seems that Mr. Hewen is very concerned about the safety education of his daughter.

Lancelot stopped two meters in front of Hala - this distance was within a safe range, at least from the opponent's perspective.

He bowed his head politely and asked:

"Ms. Hola?"

Ha La tilted her head:

"Miss?"

Lancelot explained:

"I'm Veronica's friend, and you are Hevin's daughter Hala, right?"

Ha La's expression became slightly more relaxed:

"Well, what's wrong?"

Lance asked with a sincere expression:

"My name is Lance, can you do me a favor?"

Hala asked:

"What's the deal?"

Lancelot nodded slightly and took out a small and exquisite box from his arms, a size that even Hora could easily hold:

"Would you like to give this to Your Highness Veronica for me?"

The girl blinked:

"Are you pursuing sister Veronica?"

Lancelot said gentlemanly:

"This is just a gift between friends. If you are willing, you can give it to her for me, I will be very grateful."

After saying that, he turned around and looked at the surrounding shops, then looked down at Ha La again:

"Is there anything you want to buy? If you agree, I hope to give you a thank you gift."

Ha La pointed to the box in his hand:

"Can I know what's in this?"

Lancelot replied with a normal expression:

"I want His Highness to open my gift in person."

Ha La thought about the banknotes lying in her wallet and said:

"There is no need for a thank you gift, but I would like to ask, why don't you give it to His Highness personally?"

Of course, it is because if she opens it in person, her "plot" may be exposed, and if she appears again, it is likely to arouse suspicion.

And by the time Hala took the box in, it was already too late even if they discovered it.

He has succeeded.

But Lancelot couldn't possibly tell the truth:

"I'm a little scared."

He smiled shyly:

"In front of His Highness, I will be like a child and don't know what to say, so I hope you can do this for me."

Hala thought for a moment, then she refused:

"No."

Lancelot was stunned for a moment:

"What's wrong?"

Hala said:

"If you like someone, you have to tell her yourself instead of asking me to give you a gift. And I think Sister Veronica will also reject your gift."

Lancelot's eyes darkened and he said in a serious tone:

"Kid, step back."

Then he turned around and looked at the corpse covered in foul-smelling tumors, the Knight of the Round Table who died under him - Gahoris.

Gahoris smiled:

"I climbed out of the underworld, and you just drove my brother away, but don't worry, Lancelot, we will find you.
Chapter completed!