Chapter 1415 The Melancholy of Little King Arthur

"Hmm, you must be hiding something from me."

As soon as he talked about why little King Arthur was so distracted just now, the little guy immediately looked around and couldn't say what he meant.

"No, not at all. The mount is so annoying. It's just a stupid mount that wants to take care of its owner."

Little King Arthur shook his head like a drum. She didn't know whether her previous life, the majestic King Arthur hundreds of thousands of years ago, was as clumsy in lying skills. Anyway, as long as she didn't suffer from visual dysfunction such as cataracts,

Anyone can see that this guy is lying and trying to show off his strength.

"Okay, I don't have to worry about it, right?" I patted my butt and stood up, planning to leave.

Long live, you are free from now on.

Unfortunately, before I took a few steps, my cloak was pulled. When I turned around, I saw little King Arthur stretching out his little hand and holding on tightly to the corner of my cloak. His eyes were filled with crystal water that made it impossible to remain indifferent.

Guang, holding back tears, clenched her little nose, bit her mouth tightly, raised her head and stared at me, like a poor puppy who knew it was going to be abandoned.

He showed this foul expression again, there was really nothing he could do to the little guy.

Who let me be my king’s figure controller? Hun Dan

Sitting down again, I sadly held the little guy in my hands, rubbed it on my face, and comforted him.

"Be good, be good, and don't cry. King Arthur is the strongest man in the world."

"Don't be a fool. I'm a fool. I like to bully Ben Angda." He wiped his eyes and the little guy punched and kicked me on the chin. Unfortunately, the force was very light, more like

behave in a spoiled manner.

"Okay, okay, it's my fault. Come on, let's sit down and talk calmly. Didn't you say that I am your mount and partner? When you encounter a problem, why do you just throw me aside and start doing things alone? Isn't that too much?

Okay." I tried my best, hoping that the little guy would be able to express some of the things he had hidden.

"Woo~~~"

The little guy jumped up and sat on my head. He made a thoughtful low sound, as if he was hesitating whether to tell me or not.

After a while, I felt her shaking head.

"No, this matter has nothing to do with Fool's Mount. There is no need for Fool's Mount to be involved."

Oops, are you still rejected? Am I such an unreliable guy?

I felt a little depressed in my heart. Although this little guy was always ready to cry and looked like a crybaby, she had a very stubborn temper, was very proud, and was very independent. After careful consideration, she refused for the second time.

At this point, it is no longer possible to learn the situation from her.

However, from her answer, we can also get a glimpse of the matter she mentioned. The word "involvement" was mentioned. I think it is not as I guessed that she encountered difficulties in improving her strength. If

Just like this, no matter how serious it is, it cannot be described as involving.

The only possibility is that this little guy has encountered other big problems, and the risks seem to be quite high, so he doesn't want me to get involved.

The problem is that after hundreds of thousands of years, such a long period of time has washed away. Basically, except for those immortal legends, there can be no relationship between little King Arthur and the current world, just like a bird that has just crawled out of the cocoon.

The young spider that was born has not yet had time to weave intricate spider webs in this world that would trouble her.

The difficulties she encountered cannot be discussed with her heir Artoria and me, an unruly mount. It must be a very humanistic problem. What exactly could it be?

Gratitude and hatred separated by hundreds of thousands of years? Come on, this is not a TV series.

Could it be...

I was suddenly shocked to think of a possibility, and it seemed that this was the only way to make sense.

I lifted her off my head and stared at her, my expression extremely solemn.

"Little guy, you..."

"Wha...what?"

Little King Arthur's voice was obviously a little panicked, and his pupils were swaying from side to side, but he didn't dare to look directly at me, which further proved the accuracy of my guess.

After calming down, I spoke word by word with an extremely sure tone.

"Which squirrel are you...in love with?"

Little King Arthur froze, and there was a subtle silence for a few seconds.

Then, with a clear clang, little King Arthur, who lowered his head and trembled all over, had already raised the sword of victory high.

"Wait, I have something to say. It's uncivilized to use knives and guns. Did I say something wrong? It's not a squirrel, but a hamster? Or is it a parrot? Wait, wait, I already said wait..."

——”

The miserable wailing sound that spread out immediately made the huge crystal tree tremble.

"Okay, I won't ask anymore, please spare my life." The second death in ten minutes made me wave the little white flag.

I can't figure out the reason now. Maybe I can discuss it with Artoria or Arlandan, and they will have a better answer.

"Okay, okay, don't look bad all day long."

I came back to life a moment later, comforting little King Arthur as if nothing had happened.

"Whose fault is it for having such a stinky face?" Little King Arthur, who had been bullied so badly by me, waved his little hands and shouted in protest.

"Oh, my, who's child is this? Isn't he a very charming child?" I said with a smile as my neighbor's gossip boss, waving my hands to cover my mouth.

"Okay, in order to forget my worries, I'm going to get some delicious food to celebrate." Seeing that little King Arthur still had an angry look on his face, I thought of a good idea.

"Delicious?" He looked at me warily.

"Yes, it's delicious." I raised the rice basket in front of me and winked at her.

"Don't you want to tell Ben Ang that this is delicious?" He looked at the rice basket and then his eyes fell on me. The look in the little King Arthur's eyes was... full of contempt.

It seems to be saying, fool me, who doesn't know that there is hell hidden inside.

"You can't say that. Hell and heaven are often only separated by a layer of gauze." I shook my index finger and said.

That's right, once the gauze is applied to an angel, he becomes a devil, and a devil can become an angel once the gauze is applied. The reason is that simple.

Under the watchful eyes of little King Arthur, I picked up another sour plum.

"Chichi————"

The taste just now was still fresh in my memory. When I saw the sour plums, little King Arthur was like a cat that had encountered a natural enemy. He was hunched over, his fingers were in claws, his whole body was sweating, and he was making a warning sound from his mouth.

What an Arthur cat.

I smiled and dropped the dried plums into the basin next to me. Suddenly, the originally clear and transparent water turned turbid, taking on a deep brown-black color.

Next it’s time for magic.

I was very proud to pull the cloak outward from the chest and open it, revealing more than ten pockets on both sides of the inside.

What is the difference between my cloak sewn by Willas herself and the cloaks worn by cats and dogs on the street? Apart from the outdated character that has been stained by people, it also has connotations. Yes, it is these treasure chest-like pockets.

Next, I'll take a look and add some sour seasoning, licorice powder...

I take out the bottle and drop various powders or liquids into the basin. Well, maybe I need to add some water.

"What? What's this?" Little King Arthur's curiosity was suddenly aroused, and he didn't care about the main ingredient in the basin of water, the sour plum, which was the murderer who made her meet Max Merlin. Curious

He reached up and his eyes kept wandering back and forth between my hand and the basin.

"Humph, this is a secret, but for the sake of your sincere question, I will mercifully tell you that this is a condiment. Of course, more people like to call it spice."

I proudly shook out the various bottles on my body, pointing one finger to the sky and the other to the ground.

"Do you understand? From now on, please call me the Spice Emperor Wu Fan, hahahahahaha~~~~~~~"

…

"Yawn————" In the distant third world, a sudden and inexplicable sneeze sounded loudly.

"Teacher, are you okay?"

"Of course, someone must have missed me. I'm not bragging to you. Beansa, your teacher, I had thousands of people when I was young."

An old man moved his chin proudly, raised his tui and stepped on a stone, specially stretched out his elegant tuimáoluolù, and struck a cool pose.

"Teacher, Beansa has a question, what is a million people?" the devil girl raised her hand and asked frankly.

"You...you, being loved by thousands of people means that you are very popular with women." The old man leaned over and almost slipped off the stone with his foot.

"Why is the teacher so popular with nvxìng?" the Demon King young nv asked tirelessly, but before the other party could answer, she seemed to have figured out the key, clapped her palms, and raised her hand again to claim credit.

"Teacher, I understand"

"oh?"

"It must be that the longer the tuimáo is, the more popular it is with women, right?"

The old man Tuimáo was stunned for a long time, and his eyes suddenly burst into tears: "Well said, Beansha, yes, that's the truth. It seems that you are becoming more and more sensible."

"Long live, Beansa guessed it right." The Demon King girl deliberately showed an innocent smile, but at the same time she secretly sneered like a conspirator in her heart.

Hey hey, stupid humans, this Demon King has heard another important piece of news. It seems that your doomsday is not far away. You must remember this news carefully and tell Sister Beryl, let me think about it.

, what did you just say, the longer the mushroom, the better the soup will be?
To be continued...