I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice Chapter 723

"I can hold on!" Guinevere said: "The former king has the grace to know and teach me, and I will never let the dynasty collapse. So, before Al beats Attila, I will definitely not will fall!"

"But... neither the king nor the former king would want to see you working so hard, Mrs. Guinevere." Bedivere said.

Guinevere got up and said, "Stop talking!"

The knights persuaded Guinevere for a long time, but Guinevere still refused to leave and returned to the study.

Mordred bowed his head and walked out of the room.

Although she was entrusted by her mother to this teacher who always vomited blood at the beginning, she didn't like it, and she really couldn't get close.

In fact, even now, she can't get close to the teacher, but she admires the teacher very much.

Being able to be so dedicated to one thing is really worth learning for her, and it will definitely be very helpful for her to inherit her mother's throne in the future.

However, if the teacher died of due diligence, then it would be too pitiful, right?

And the mother will be sad...

"What are you in a daze for, Mordred?" Agrawn asked.

"Ah?" Mordred came back to his senses, then looked at Aguiwen and said, "I'm thinking about the teacher, Uncle Aguiwen."

Ageguiwen said: "She has her own choice, you just need to enrich your knowledge system. Is there anything you don't understand?"

Mordred took out a notebook, pointed to a point and said: "In the wisdom book recorded by Uncle Kai, there is a saying 'what is false is true, and what is true is false.' Under what circumstances did the late king Who said that?"

"I've written it down. Next time I contact the front line, I'll ask Kaiqing for you." Ageweiwen said.

Mordred immediately said: "Then you must also remember to tell your mother, I am fine, Uncle Agguiwen. This is what we agreed upon."

Aggressive nodded.

Mordred smiled, then continued flipping through the notebook in his hand.

Agguiwen got up and walked towards the basement door.

Mordred said, "Actually, Uncle Agravin is also worried about Mrs. Guinevere, right?"

Agguiwen paused and said, "I'm only worried about the safety of the dynasty."

"Hee hee hee... Uncle Agguiwen looks like a child, his words don't match his heart! Shame!" Mordred made fun of pointing at Agguiwen.

Aggavin turned and left.

As the weeks passed, Guinevere's condition worsened.

The knights persuaded Guinevere to return to the Sea of ​​Stars, but she refused. She told them that she would never leave unless Artoria repelled Attila and eliminated the great trouble of the dynasty.

But everyone knows that this is definitely not something that can be done in the near future.

Attila had conquered the continent, and the dynasty had been completely isolated.

Attila's main force and Artoria will hunt on the Gaul border.

However, several armies opened up the second and third battlefields, invading from Scotland and Cornwall, in addition to foreign enemies on the island of Ireland.

However, Guinevere's body could no longer drag on.

Mordred was also worried about this. If Teacher Guinevere died like this, her mother would definitely be very sad. Besides, she didn't want her respected teacher to die like this.

However, the teacher is too stubborn, even the other knights and internal affairs officers can't persuade her, what can she do?

Mordred was walking on the street worriedly, and suddenly felt a palm stretched out from her back, grabbing her hair.

"Ouch!" Mordred cried out in pain, and said angrily, "Which bastard grabbed my hair?"

She turned her head and took a look, just in time to see the grinning Gareth, she said angrily, "Gareth, it's you again!"

"Sister Gareth!" Gareth reiterated.

"Damn it! I want to catch it back!" Mordred had to gnash his teeth to grab Gareth's hair, but Gareth held his head with one hand.

Gareth was ten years older than her, much taller than her, and held her down with one hand, unable to turn over any storms.

Mordred gritted his teeth, then put his hands on his chest, turned his head away, and hummed: "I don't know as much as you!"

Gareth bent down and asked, "Huh? Mordred doesn't know as much as I do. It's really strange."

Mordred snorted: "I'm the one who wants to be king, how can I not have such a capacity."

Mordred folded his chest and glanced at Gareth behind him, his nose turned high.

"Huh? Is it true? Mordred really doesn't fight back?" Gareth bent down and approached Mordred.

One step...two steps...

Mordred calculated the distance, and then—

It's now!

She turned around sharply, quickly reached out and grabbed Gareth's hair, and said triumphantly, "Grab it!"

Gareth was stunned for a moment, and then said with a look of surprise: "You lied to me?"

"How can this be called a lie? The truth is false, and the false is true. This is called a soldier who never tires of deceit! The king said... cough cough cough... In short, this is the art of war!" Mordred coughed twice and said.

"Okay! I lost this time, so what does Mordred want to do to my sister?" Gareth asked.

"Hmph. I don't treat it that much. As I said, I'm going to be a king, and a king must be tolerant." After a pause, Mordred smiled and said, "However, I have a I need Sister Gareth's help for one thing."

"What's the matter?" Gareth asked.

"It's not a big deal." Mordred smiled.

Cold sweat broke out from the back of Gareth's head. This smile... I don't know why, but she has a sense of déjà vu, and the hair on the back of her head is aching...

...

...

"Is this... is this a small thing?" Gareth was about to cry.

"Of course it is."

Mordred posed several poses in front of the bronze mirror.

The person reflected in the bronze mirror was not her, but a black-haired boy in pale silver armor.