Allen City late at night.

Bedivere raised his head, and the bright moon was scattered throughout the town, but failed to shine on the knight.

King Arthur bless you.

The knight prayed silently in his heart, although he knew very well that King Arthur had no divine power and his grandfather would not respond to anyone's call.

But it makes him feel at ease.

Mordred completely defeated him. It seemed that he was the only knight who became weaker and weaker as time went by. This was quite bad, but so what?

For people like Gawain and Mordred, time is a precious resource that can be transformed into powerful power, and he did not even accumulate any wisdom from it.

But for him, every day without King Arthur was like a torment like a mountain of swords and a sea of ​​fire.

He has to go back and inform Gawain.

If there is anyone who can stop Mordred, perhaps it is Gawain in his prime state, and as he saw, perhaps Gawain has broken through the limitations of time and can reach the state of noon at night.

if it is like this……

But how can he convince Gawain? After he has already refused once with practical actions?

Bedivere didn't know.

He never knew that King Arthur asked him to do it, so he did it, that's all. If he hadn't gone through that ceremony, he would have turned into sand long ago.

The knight was wandering in the streets in a daze. Mordred cut off far more than just his left arm, and most of his combat abilities. Before the injury recovered to a certain extent, he could not even defeat some of the people who had never set foot in the legend.

Mortals in the realm.

How sad.

The horse that had accompanied him for hundreds of years also died, and the spear was broken by Mordred in that battle. Now he has nothing left except the martial arts that he cannot display.

The old knight sat on the steps by the roadside, hesitantly sitting down, looking at the clear night, waiting for the rising sun to climb out of the east.

He fell asleep without even realizing it, and even though there were people coming and going around him, he was not awakened by the noise.

Someone was pushing his shoulder.

He quickly opened his eyes, turned his head, and looked in the direction of the power with sharp eyes. Then before the girl could react, his eyes became gentle and calm:

"What's up?"

Standing in front of him was a girl with short gray hair. She was looking at him condescendingly with curious eyes.

The knight looked down at himself and found that he was covered with a beautiful blanket.

he asked:

"Did you put the blanket on me?"

The girl nodded:

"I saw you lying on the wall, so I covered it for you."

Bedivere first wondered why he didn't feel anything, but he quickly realized that he was seriously injured, extremely weak and exhausted, but the girl had no malice or hostility in her heart, so his soul instinctively did not guard against her.

Not everyone can achieve no malice. Her heart must be purer and kinder than ninety-nine percent of the people in the world, so that the knight who has experienced many battles cannot detect the slightest malice.

He said to her politely:

"I am Knight Bedivere. Thank you for everything you have done. May I ask your name, madam?"

The beautiful girl replied:

"My name is Lei."

Bedivere asked:

"You asked me to get up. Do you need my help with anything?"

Lei was stunned for a moment, then smiled and shook her head:

"I just want to ask you if you need help, because I see that you don't have a place to live. If you need it, you can come to my house to take a rest temporarily."

Bedivere did not answer her question, but showed a serious look:

"Please don't say such things to strangers on the roadside. You don't know whether he is a good person or a bad person. If he has malicious intentions, such behavior can easily lead to trouble."

Lei showed an understanding smile:

"I know, but I can see that you are a good person, Mr. Knight, so I ask this."

Bedivere did not restrain his serious expression:

"But I know some people are good at hiding who they are."

Lei asked back:

"Mr. Knight, do you often help others?"

Bedivere replied:

"It used to be."

Lei said:

"Then before you help the weak, you will consider whether he is a liar, or worry that you will not be appreciated, get hurt, etc., and give up helping the weak in advance."

Bedivere replied:

"of course not."

Lei nodded and said:

"I do not know either."

Bedivere disagreed with her:

"I am a knight. I have experienced the baptism of blood and fire, and I have been trained for a long time. You and I are completely different."

Leigh also disagrees with Bedivere:

"You were a teenager once, and how do you know I'm not a witch? Maybe I can turn people into frogs, so I'm not afraid of bad people."

She was not a witch, Bedivere could see that.

So he said:

"Can I stay with you for a few days?"

"certainly."

"So, where are we going now?"

Lei pointed to the stairs where Bedivere had just fallen asleep:
Chapter completed!