"Father, I was wrong." Lancelot knelt in front of Annuo with a sad look on his face.
Annuo looked at his adopted son and sighed: "Where did you go wrong?"
"Excessive drinking brought shame to my chivalry, and I also talked crazy in front of foreign knights." Lancelot's face was full of regret.
Anno shook his head, crossed Lancelot, sat on the edge of the holy lake, and looked at the peaceful lake.
"Lancelot, my son, you are already eighteen years old and have been walking on the battlefield for two years."
"I understand what you are thinking, but...she is the king of Britain, the person to whom you and I are loyal, you have to understand." Anno's words made Lancelot feel endless pain, "Look at your heart clearly,
Lancelot."
"Father, I understand..." Lancelot said in a low tone.
A stream of water surged in the middle of the holy lake, and a figure emerged from it.
He looks the same as always, young, intellectual, elegant and elegant.
The Lady of the Lake did not choose to blame Lancelot, but pulled Anno aside.
"Do you still remember when you first came here, Annuoqing?"
Annuo thought about it for a moment, with a nostalgic look on his face: "Yes, I was seventeen years old at the time, but I didn't have as much ability as my son."
"Drunkenness has disgraced his chivalry, and he is immature," said the Lady of the Lake.
"what do you mean……"
"It's not appropriate to punish him directly. It's better to treat this as an experience."
An Nuo smiled and nodded: "I understand."
As soon as he turned around, the fairy called to him.
"An Nuoqing, there is one more thing." The fairy in the lake showed a sad expression.
"Please speak." Annuo listened attentively.
"When I gave you the armor, you promised to owe me a favor."
Annuo nodded: "Yes, fairy."
"Now this favor... you can return it." The fairy sighed.
"Does the fairy need me to do anything?" Annuo wondered.
The fairy looked at Lancelot who was kneeling by the lake, her heartbroken expression was palpable.
"Annoqing, never point your chalky sword at Lancelot at any time. This is my only request, my only request."
After hearing this, Annuo's expression gradually changed from confusion at the beginning to surprise and thinking.
Finally, he nodded heavily: "I understand, fairy."
He solemnly said: "I, Anno, hereby swear an oath based on my chivalry. I will never point my sword at my son, Lancelot, at any time."
The fairy smiled with relief and slowly sank to the bottom of the lake, leaving a rippling wave behind.
Annuo sorted out his complicated mood, walked to Lancelot's side, and patted him on the shoulder.
"Father……"
"Lancelot, there's no need to speak." Anno touched Lancelot's purple hair, as if Lancelot was still the baby the fairy picked up by the lake.
Lancelot took a deep breath and forced himself to smile: "I never had any delusions from the beginning."
"That's good, that's good..."
"Let's go, Lancelot. The fairy doesn't intend to punish you, but she doesn't want to see you either. Come back to Camelot with me." Pulling Lancelot up, Anno took Lancelot with him.