"You kid...I clearly said, don't be so desperate."
In a daze, the white armor flashed past his eyes, followed by a slightly tired voice.
"Captain, I..."
"Stop talking for now and just lie down. This is my order to you as the leader."
Although the voice was tired, it still had a somewhat youthful feel to it.
I saw that Bai Jia seemed to have pulled a stool and sat on it.
"De Leon...Anything strong is not achieved overnight, you have to know."
"I understand your eagerness to prove your determination, but being too hasty often only brings you pain and harm."
He spoke slowly, his voice not sonorous, but it still echoed in his ears.
"You are a motivated knight, De Leon, I can see it, I know it."
"Prove it to me without hurting yourself..."
"You can become stronger and run faster."
"Use your own legs and will to prove it to me."
...
"Captain..."
"Mr. Bindu, I seem to have had a nightmare. I feel like I didn't sleep well."
Mashu sat next to Bindu and sighed.
At this time, his expression had darkened, and everyone in Chaldea had withdrawn into the West Village.
Mordred turned into a white dragon and flew eastward, undoubtedly returning to the Holy Capital. After Mordred left, the remaining dragon knights, even if others did not take action, Arash
I think one person can handle it all.
Fujimaru Ritsuka's suturing skills were really not that good. Not only the stitches were crooked, but the threads were also fried. Percival sutured Bindu again before actually helping Bindu sew up the huge wound.
.
"Sorry, my fault..." Fujimaru Ritsuka's face was gloomy, and he leaned against the wall with dull eyes, feeling a little autistic.
"Haha, it's okay, Lord Bindu won't say anything." Percival smiled and comforted him twice.
If I can’t say anything, wouldn’t that make me feel even more guilty...
Fujimaru Ritsuka thought about it without tears.
"Senior has only just started suturing. If the suturing is not good, it is okay. There is no need to feel so uncomfortable."
Matthew's comfort is more useful.
"Ha...ah..." Liao Ye yawned, hugging his Chang Ge and leaning against the wall, almost falling asleep, but was kicked by Camilla.
"I always feel that Mr. Bindu always mentions Mr. Anno." Fujimaru Ritsuka had come back to his senses, looked at the unconscious Bindu, and blinked.
"No need to be surprised, Master." Arturia smiled, "Among the round tables, the one whom Lord Bindu respects the most is Lord Anno, even more than he respects me. His attitude towards me is more...
Loyalty and rigor.”
"After all, it was Annoqing who discovered his talent. At that time, the king was still in Sir Ector's home, and Annoqing was still the leader of the Cretaceous Knights." Percival recalled.
In fact, these things were only learned after his death, so they can be regarded as memories for the time being.
"There is no future if you are just being protected by others. If you are so short-sighted, sooner or later you will not be able to survive."
"Well, that's it. So, Mr. Annuo is Bindu's Bole?" Liao Ye shook his head, but what he said was the truth.
"Bole is...?" Percival didn't know the allusion to Bole and was a little confused.
"Hmm...who is it? I remember it seems to be a horse..." Liao Ye was stopped by the question. After thinking for a long time, he couldn't remember who and what Bole was. He just thought
I got a rough idea.
He forgot that he didn't seem to have learned any knowledge... He was rarely responsible for written work when he was with Xiang An. Xiang An could practice beautiful calligraphy and he, the servant, had to bear at least half of the responsibility.
...
Bedivere was carried back by Annuo.
"Ms. Leonardo, please help Mr. Bedivere adjust this."
Annuo handed the scrapped prosthetic leg to Leonardo da Vinci with a serious expression.
"Well, this..." Da Vinci looked at the damaged prosthetic leg and scratched his head, "How should I put it? It is no longer realistic to repair it."
"I'll think of a way to make one again later, but there aren't a lot of materials now, and the functionality may be a little worse. Those flying dragon materials are not of the highest quality." Shaking his head, Leonardo da Vinci placed the broken prosthetic limb on the
Next to it.
"Sigh... The magic barrier is obviously well hidden, but why can the Knights of the Round Table from The Lion King still find it?" Andersen muttered while lying on the bed.
While Anno and Bedivere were resisting Gareth and the Dragon Knight at the front, he and Da Vinci were directing a large number of villagers to take refuge. There was a cave behind the East Village, and the villagers were probably still in it.
I won't be back until tomorrow.
"I still underestimated the dragon's sense of smell." Annuo sighed, "I'm sorry, you two, this is my fault."
"There is no need to blame yourself, Annuo. In fact, even if it is a better magic barrier, it is only a matter of time before it is discovered, right?" Da Vinci was very optimistic and patted Annuo's shoulder armor.
Annuo pondered slightly, just sighed and said nothing.
"I don't know when Master and the others will come back." Andersen sat up, looked at a flickering candlelight and shrugged, "Besides...does your potion work? Why is it so late today?"
It's dark and Bedivere hasn't woken up yet?"
"Do you think I am Lawrence?" Da Vinci rolled his eyes, "There is a process to repair the body, okay. Lawrence is an exception among exceptions. It was a serious injury, and there was an extreme lack of magic power. It was not a minor injury.
hurt."
"By the way, Ms. Leonardo, do you have any way to contact Chaldea?" Anno suddenly thought of something and asked Da Vinci, "Mainly how to contact Lawrence.
"
"Huh? Yes." Da Vinci blinked, and then remembered something, "Ah, I remember that kid Ritsuka told me, you and Lawrence, who else is there? Your identities are somewhat
It’s special.”
"Special..." Annuo was stunned for a moment, then smiled, "So that's how Lawrence described us."
"Actually, he is the only one who is special. After all, he has abilities that not even the other six of us have. Based on his understanding and interpretation of the entire world, he is always the best one."
"One thing is certain and the other is correct." Da Vinci nodded with deep understanding.
"Come, let me take a look..."
"Wai Wai Wai Wai Wai? Is Lawrence here?" After finding the communication device, Da Vinci directly called Lawrence's workshop.
"......What's up......"
However, what came from the other end of the communication was indeed Lawrence's extremely weak voice.