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"Lin Ye!! Why didn't you kill me! Just kill me already!!"
"Kill you? Forget it, your life is still useful to me. Oh, and give my regards to the Lion King."
After Lin Ye finished speaking, he led a group of people away, leaving Agravivan looking up at the moon in the sky in silence.
After a long while, more than an hour later, Mordred happened to pass by and pulled Agravivan out of the ground.
However, Agrave suddenly looked Mordred up and down.
"Why...why are you looking at me like that?"
"Where did you go just now? Why didn't you respond to my calls?" Agguiwen asked impatiently.
However, Mordred looked at him defiantly and said, "Hey, you! I'm the one who saved you, and instead of thanking me, you're slandering me!"
After saying that, Mordred turned and left. Agraven lowered his head and thought for a moment.
"Indeed, given Mordred's personality, she wouldn't betray him even if the other party were Lin Ye. After all, among the twelve seats at the Round Table, her relationship with Lin Ye is the worst. However, tonight's events are too strange... Lancelot? He's still out and hasn't returned. Tristan? Isn't he supposed to be indifferent to everything, being so aloof? Right! Gareth! Her liking for the Chief has never been a secret! And Gawain, that self-proclaimed noble Sun Knight is also very suspicious!"
With this in mind, Agguiwen's gaze became increasingly resolute.
Camelot, there are untrustworthy men.
Chapter 622 Bedivere Returns the Sword
Endless rice bags! Fill them to the brim!
In the village of the west, Tawara Tota is unleashing his Noble Phantasm, and endless rice gushes out of his bag, instantly filling the village's granary.
"That's great! With rice provided by Tawara Tota and meat and vegetables provided by Master, everyone can get through this period well."
Bai Mao spoke happily. Beside her, Zhou Wan nodded with delight.
On one side, Lin Ye sat in a chair, while Jing Mi silently poured tea for him.
"Jingmi, you don't need to be so polite," Lin Ye said with a smile to Jingmi beside him.
Since returning, tranquility has been constantly around him, and in a particularly humble manner, as if she were his servant.
Hearing Lin Ye's words, Jing Mi lowered her head with a slight blush on her pretty face. "No...it's alright. Lord Lin Ye, you saved me, it's my duty to take care of you."
"Well, how about we come together after this is all over? I still have plenty of magic."
"Of course! Please take care of me, Lord Lin Ye!" Jing Mi accepted Lin Ye's invitation without hesitation, as if she was afraid that Lin Ye would regret it if it got late.
Seeing this, Bai Mao sighed. She understood that Jing Mi had completely fallen for her.
“Quietness is just being straightforward.” Curse Wrist was used to it. To him, Hassan was a group of people who might not have a tomorrow. If they met someone worth pursuing and were still hesitant and shy, they were just wasting their time.
"Lord Cursed Wrist! Lord Hundred Faces! Lord Tranquility! Lord Lin Ye! Something terrible has happened! A Knight of the Round Table has arrived at our village with his men! They're about to storm in!"
Curse Wrist froze for a moment, then shouted, "What! How dare you! There are so many of us here, and only one Knight of the Round Table dares to cause trouble! Hundred Faces! Tranquility! Smoke Drunkenness! Let's go!"
In the original timeline, the three Hassans—Cursed Arm, Tranquility, and Manifestation—fought Tristan to a draw, and now with the addition of Smoke Drunkard, it's four against one. They don't believe they can lose again!
Besides, if we really can't beat them, we still have the boss.
The four Hassans led their men directly to the front of the village, but they were stunned when they saw what was in front of them.
"This is……"
They had expected to be greeted by a majestic Knight of the Round Table, followed by hundreds of Knights of the Righteousness!
However, the Knight of the Round Table before him looked travel-worn, and behind him were not powerful knights of justice, but instead!! A group of emaciated refugees.
"You are... Bedivere?" Bai Mao recognized the person in front of him. He had met Lin Ye once before.
Bedivere recognized Bai Mao and looked at him with surprise, saying, "You're Bai Mao, aren't you? Chief... Lin Ye, is he here?"
Before Bedivere could finish speaking, Lin Ye's figure descended from the sky and appeared in front of him.
"Yes, I am indeed here. Little Beckham, I thought you would arrive sooner. I'm sorry to have kept you waiting."
"Chief!" Bedivere looked at the figure in front of him, his body trembling uncontrollably.
That's right, it's Lord Lin Ye!
thump!
Bedivere knelt on one knee, raised his hand, and golden light began to shimmer in it!
Immediately afterwards, a golden holy sword appeared!
Sword of Promised Victory!!
"Chief! You've finally appeared! This sword is in your hands now!"
Bedivere trusted Lin Ye completely, and he believed that if it were Lin Ye, he would definitely be able to return the sword to the King!
Lin Ye looked at the curry stick in front of him and reached out his hand. However, just as his hand was about to touch the holy sword, his movement suddenly stopped.
"Xiao Bei, are you... trying to run away?"
"Chief! I'm not..."
"Then don't delegate your own tasks to others!" Lin Ye interrupted Bedivere. He knew Bedivere too well; deep down, he was actually very insecure.
Losing an arm at a young age made him very vulnerable. He worked hard, and although he later became capable of taking on ten opponents at once, his strength was still only third-rate among the Knights of the Round Table.
He couldn't defeat any of the remaining eleven officials!
Don't let Gareth's two-star status fool you; she's genuinely stronger than Beckham before he lost his silver arm...
However, Artoria still appointed him as the eighth seat of the Round Table, which drew even more criticism. But that was Bedivere's nature; he never offered any explanation.
However, Lin Ye had no objection to Xiao Bei's ranking. Putting everything else aside, Xiao Bei was loyal! Unlike the other Knights of the Round Table who were loyal to King Arthur, he was loyal to a person named Artoria, which made Lin Ye quite fond of him.
Lin Ye also understood that, given Bedivere's personality, if he helped him return the Holy Sword, Bedivere would never be able to reconcile with him!
“Chief, but I…” Xiao Bei wanted to say something more.
In the original timeline, he was all alone and could risk everything for anything. However, when he saw the person he trusted most, he couldn't help but want to rely on them. This wasn't cowardice, but rather a sense of inferiority; the two are completely different.
Lin Ye patted Xiao Bei on the shoulder. He didn't take Xiao Bei's holy sword away, but continued, "Don't let me and Artoria down. She entrusted the holy sword to you because she believes you can do it, understand?"
Hearing Lin Ye's words, Bedivere simply sheathed his sword and said...
"Yes, Chief."
Bedivere fell silent. Lin Ye was right; this was his own mission, and he couldn't delegate it to others.
Meanwhile, Cursed Arm stepped forward and, observing the atmosphere, said happily...
"4.0 is great! With Bedivere joining us, our chances of conquering the Holy City are much higher. By the way, boss, I'm going to the Temple of Azrael to seek help from that person. If I can't make it, I'll leave everyone in your care."
Curse Wrist's face was resolute.
In the final battle of the Holy City, Lin Ye will definitely face off against the Lion King, but their remaining fighting strength is still no match for the Lion King's side. In that case, it's time for them to invite King Hassan.
He knew that if he did that, he would have to offer his head as a "sacrifice," but as long as he could win, he didn't care if he died!
However, upon hearing Zhou Wan's words, Lin Ye stared at him blankly.
"Why are we looking for that guy Wang Hassan? With or without him, our fighting strength is about the same."
Ok? ? ?
Wang Hassan: "Are you being polite?"
Chapter 623 Departure, Holy Lance Judgment!
"No... we don't need to find Lord King Hassan?" Curse Wrist looked at Lin Ye in front of him.
"No need." Lin Ye nodded firmly. Lin Ye certainly didn't look down on Wang Hassan, but he really didn't need him here, so it was better to let him find something and wait at the next singularity.
"Then there's no need." Cursed Arm stopped talking. Compared to King Hassan, whom he had only met twice, he trusted Lin Ye more. After all, he had witnessed Lin Ye's strength firsthand.
Lin Ye nodded, then seemed to remember something.
“However, although King Hassan doesn’t use it, the Three-Pointed Hermes is still pretty good. Come on, Mashu, let’s go and bring that thing home.”
“The Three-Pointed Hermes!” Mashu was also startled; of course she knew what this thing was.
The core of the Atlas Institute, its full name is: the Tri-pointed Hermes, a pseudo-spiritual calculus.
It's like a super-powerful computer, capable of recording, collecting, and distinguishing vast amounts of information about the world. Simply input a question, and you'll get the answer. Of course, some answers are hidden and require the highest level of access to unlock.
However, Mashu nodded. She was very obedient. As long as Lin Ye did not destroy humanity, she would do whatever Lin Ye asked her to do.
"By the way, it's time to let you know the true name of your spirit origin."
"Ah! Yes, senpai!" Mashu nodded excitedly. Could she finally find out who he was?
The next second, Lin Ye took Mashu and left the village.
At the Temple of Azrael, seeing Lin Ye and Mash bypass him, King Hassan sighed helplessly.
"I'm getting old... But then again, with Lin Ye here, I don't need to waste my time here."
After Wang Hassan finished speaking, his entire figure disappeared from the spot.
The Holy City, Camelot
A purple figure strode into the hall—it was Lancelot, who had just returned from his post. The moment Lancelot entered, he sensed something was amiss. The five Knights of the Round Table were exchanging wary glances, making the atmosphere in the hall exceptionally solemn, even deathly silent!