At the same time, in a remote area of the Mountain City, there was a heavily-guarded prison cell guarded by many soldiers and golems.
At this very moment, Matthew arrived before the cell and even entered it.
"Madam!"
"Madam!"
The soldiers obviously recognized Matthew and immediately bowed respectfully to Matthew.
Although the guards weren't sure of Matthew's exact background, the fact that Matthew had always been by the king's side and was even allowed to fight by the king's side was enough for the mountain people to respect Matthew.
Moreover, the soldiers of the mountain people had already spread the news of Matthew's deeds.
What deeds?
Of course, it was the deeds of Matthew hanging up and beating the First Knight of the Round Table, Lancelot.
Therefore, in the hearts of the mountain people, Matthew and Rozen were both existences like God's messengers.
However, from Matthew's point of view, she didn't have any reason to be so respectful.
Therefore, when she saw the people bowing to her, Matthew hurriedly returned the greeting before running into the prison cell as though she was escaping from embarrassment.
There were only a few people locked up in the prison cell.
They were found in the Round Table Fortress. Not only were they unwilling to cooperate, but they were also violent and arrogant enough to attack the mountain people. In the end, they were suppressed and locked up in the prison cell.
All the prisoners turned their gazes to Matthew who walked in. They looked at Matthew's incomparably beautiful figure and revealed gazes as though they wanted to lick every inch of Matthew's body.
Frankly speaking, Matthew felt extremely uncomfortable being bathed in such gazes.
It wasn't the first time Matthew was treated this way. Every time Matthew came here, she would be treated the same way.
If it was possible, Matthew really didn't want to come here. Or perhaps she wanted Rozen to accompany her. That would be better.
But in the end, Matthew didn't choose to tell Rozen.
There was no other reason. She just didn't want Rozen to worry about this kind of thing.
"Senior is already very tired from defeating the Lion King. I can't trouble you with such a small matter."
Because of this, Matthew chose to endure it.
Fortunately, Matthew made such a choice. Otherwise, if Rozen found out about this, he would definitely follow Matthew here and dig out the eyes of these scumbags.
Don't think that Rozen wouldn't do such a thing.
After his state of mind was satisfied, Rozen had completely opened his heart to the important girls around him, especially Matthew. If he knew that there was a group of scum looking at his beloved juniors like that, he might use the method he used to deal with the mastermind behind He Lingquan to curse these guys, making them live a life worse than death.
Matthew had saved the life of the scum here.
Unaware of all this, Matthew lowered her head and walked all the way to the deepest part of the cell.
"… Are you here?"
When such a voice came into her ears, Mashu stopped and raised her head.
In the cell in front of her, the First Knight of the Round Table was sitting on the ground. He looked at Matthew with an evasive gaze.
Who else could it be other than Lancelot?
Looking at Lancelot's unpromising appearance, Mashu changed her personality. As if she was angry, her face tightened.
Then, Matthew spoke in a tone that was not as forceful as she usually was.
"The King has decided to go on a punitive expedition against the Lion King tomorrow."
Hearing this, Lancelot was immediately speechless.
"… Is that so?"
Lancelot's tone was very complicated.
He looked as if he was still confused about something.
This made Mashu even more resentful of the iron not becoming steel.
"What do you intend to do? Father! "
Mashu didn't hesitate to say it out loud.
"Coo!" Lancelot suddenly felt as if he had suffered an unimaginable blow from an invisible place. He covered his heart and said in a panic, "Don't, please don't call me that. I'm begging you, at least wait until I'm mentally prepared. Otherwise, I'll die from shock!"
The First Knight of the Round Table seemed super useless.
But Lancelot's heart was also very bitter.
Everyone knew that he did not have a good relationship with his son, Galahad.
However, it was not that Lancelot was not good to Galahad. He himself wanted to repair the relationship between him and Galahad. It was just that Galahad had always had a grudge against Lancelot and did not treat him well.
Under such circumstances, when Lancelot was alive, he did not know how many times he had tried to make Galahad call him father, but in the end, he did not get what he wanted.
Now, suddenly hearing Matthew call him that was really bad for his heart.
However, Matthew did not care about this.
"Tomorrow, the Round Table will face each other on the battlefield, and even kill each other, for their respective ideals and the king they are loyal to." Matthew looked straight at Lancelot and said, "As the First Knight of the Round Table, are you just going to stay in the cell and avoid all this?"
Hearing this, Lancelot's breath stagnated and he was silent.
After a long time, Lancelot sighed.
"There is no doubt that I want to dedicate the sword to King Arthur," Lancelot said in a deep voice. "But I have betrayed the king once and become a sinner who worked for the Lion King. How can I have the face to fight for the king?"
This was Lancelot's thought.
"The king has never blamed you."
Matthew told the truth.
But this made Lancelot's face as dark as water.
"I would rather the king blame me, or even punish me, or judge me."
Lancelot's voice began to have a little pain.
Thinking of what happened to Lancelot when he was alive, Matthew did not know what to say for a moment.
Then …
"Clang!"
With a crisp sound, the cell's chain was torn apart.
The person who did it was Matthew.
"You are …"
Lancelot was stunned.
Matthew just threw the broken chain in her hand aside, looked at Lancelot, and said with a serious face.
"I am not Mr. Galahad. I just inherited Mr. Galahad's power and precious phantasm. But I have integrated this power into this body. So, as long as the Spirit Base in my body does not disappear, I will replace Mr. Galahad and call myself a Knight of the Round Table."
Matthew explained.
"I know." Lancelot looked at Mashu's eyes softened and said: "You are qualified."
Lancelot acknowledged Matthew.
"In that case, I will say something to you as a Knight of the Round Table, as Galahad. It is something that the Spirit Base in my body wants to tell you through me." Matthew stared at Lancelot and said word by word, "Please don't be late for the king's final battle this time.
Otherwise, you will regret it again for the rest of your life. "
As soon as these words came out, Lancelot's face changed dramatically.
Matthew turned around as if she had completed her final mission.
"That's all I have to say. Please think about it."
After that, Matthew left without looking back.
Only Lancelot was left alone, staying where he was, his expression changing.
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