Chapter 723：

"I can hold it!" Guinevere said: "The king had the kindness to know me and the kindness to teach me, and I would never let the dynasty collapse. Therefore, before Al repulsed Attila, I would definitely not Will fall!"

"But... Neither the king nor the ancestor would want to see you working so hard, Guinevere." Bedwell 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 lowered his head and walked out of the room.

Although she was first entrusted by her mother to this teacher who always vomits blood, she didn't like it a bit, 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 do such a job in one thing is really worthy of her learning. This will definitely help her to inherit the throne of her mother in the future.

However, if the teacher died in his due diligence, it would be too pitiful, right?

And my mother will be sad...

"What are you in a daze, Mordred?" Ager Shiwen asked.

"Huh?" Mordred regained his senses, then looked at Ager Zhiwen and said: "I'm thinking about the teacher, Uncle Ager Zhiwen."

Age Zhiwen 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 Kay, this sentence is'virtual is the real, and the real is the imaginary.' Under what circumstances did the first king make it? Who said this?"

"I took it down. The next time I contact the frontline, I will help you ask Kaiqing." Ager said.

Mordred said for the first time: "Then also remember to tell my mother, I'm fine, Uncle Age Zhiwen. This is what we agreed upon."

Age Zhiwen nodded.

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

Age Zhiwen got up and walked towards the door of the basement.

Mordred said: "Actually, Uncle Age Guiwen is also very worried about Teacher Guinevere, right?"

Age Guiwen paused and said: "I only worry about the safety of the dynasty."

"Hehehe...Uncle Age Zhiwen is like a child, his mouth is wrong! Ashamed!" Mordred pointed at Age Zhiwen and teased.

Ager Guiwen turned and left.

After a few weeks, Guinevere's condition got worse.

The knights persuaded Guinevere to return to the inner sea of ​​the stars, but she refused, and she told them that unless Altilia repelled Attila and eliminated the dynasty's troubles, she would never leave.

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

Attila has conquered the European continent, and the dynasty has been completely isolated.

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

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

However, Guinevere's body couldn't hold on any longer.

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

However, the teacher is too stubborn, and even the other knights and house officers can't persuade them. What can she do?

Mordred walked down the street worriedly, and suddenly felt a palm sticking out from behind her, grabbing a handful of her hair.

"Ouch!" Mordred cried out in pain, and said in embarrassment: "Which **** is grabbing my hair?"

She turned her head and glanced, just in time to see Gareth with a grinning face, she said in anger and anger: "Gareth, it's you again!"

"Sister Gareth!" Gareth reiterated.

"Damn it! I want to get it back!" Mordred gritted his teeth to grab Gareth's hair, but Gareth grabbed his head with one hand.

Gareth was more than ten years older than her, too much taller than her, and he held her with one hand and couldn't get over any storm.

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

Gareth bent down and asked, "Huh, huh? Mordred is not as familiar with me. It's really weird."

Mordred snorted: "I am the one who wants to be the king, so how can I not have this kind of instrument."

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

"Huh huh? Really, Mordred really doesn't fight back?" Gareth bent down and approached Mordred.

One step...two steps...

Mordred counted the distance, and then—

It's now!

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

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

"How can this be called a lie? It's a lie, and it's a lie. This is what the soldiers are not tired of swindling! Wang said...cough cough cough...In short, this is the art of war!" Mordred coughed twice and said.

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

"Huh. I don't treat it much. I said, I want to be the king, and the king needs to be a man of tolerance." After a pause, Mordred smiled and said: "However, I have one. One thing, I need sister Gareth’s help."

"What's the matter?" Gareth asked.

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

There was a cold sweat from the back of Gareth's head, this smile... I don't know why, she has a sense of sight, and the hair on the back of her head is a little painful...

...

...

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

"Of course it is."

Mordred took a few poses facing the bronze mirror.

The person reflected in the bronze mirror was not her, but a black-haired young man wearing a silver armor.