This is My Heroic Path

No one seems to know about it except him.

No... If it was the magician from the court, he probably already knew about it.

"Okay, okay, I'm very tired when I come to this kind of place at night, I'll go back after getting some blood today, it's really hard today, it's really sad to cheat someone who trusts me Yes." When Morgan Le Fay spoke at the end, he walked forward slowly, raised his right hand, and grabbed Vortigern's inverse scales.

Then, she exerted force with her right hand and pulled the reverse scale down a little. The severe pain caused Vortigern to let out an astonishing roar, and the alien undead wandering in Camelot fled in all directions, and the ground of Britain shook at this moment. .

The existence of Vortigerm itself represented the will of Britain, but now it has fallen to this point. It stared at Morgan Le Fay unwillingly, as if it wished to devour this seemingly beautiful vicious woman alive.

The transparent blood fell into the bottle, and Morgan Le Fay waited quietly for the blood to flow out. There was very little blood in the reverse scale, and it needed to wait slowly to fill it up.

As if to pass the boring time, Morgan Le Fay said nonchalantly as if he was chatting with a good friend: "Don't worry, I won't let you die so soon, you have to wait until that child fully inherits your powers before you can die." Die in peace."

"So for my plan, I have to ask you to take care of me in the past six months, uncle!"

When it came to the end, Morgan Le Fay ruthlessly opened the reverse scale, and Vortigern let out a piercing roar at this moment, but because of the special barrier set by Morgan, the sound could not be transmitted to the outside world.

"You devil! Vicious woman, I will kill you sooner or later! Absolutely! You wait, wait for me!" Vortigern roared, his voice was so loud that the ground of Britain was shaking at this moment.

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Leaving the basement, Morgan raised his hand and stretched his waist, sighed helplessly: "I'm sorry, silly boy... I really did what happened this time."

The alien undead riot in the royal city was indeed not done by her, but by Vortigern.

But the reason why Vortigern went crazy has something to do with her.

After all, anyone who pulls down the giant dragon's reverse scale and takes out the blood essence inside will go crazy from the severe pain.

This woman is really good at acting, she wasn't really angry in the main hall today, she just put on a show for King Uther, but even An Zhiyu tricked her.

An Zhiyu thought that she was angry because she was not trusted by others, but she didn't think that all this was just her own directing and acting.

King Uther may blame her for hurting the messenger, but his doubts about her will be eliminated a lot.

To say that the only thing that exceeded the scope of Morgan's plan today was probably An Zhiyu's last words.

No one has said the word "believe" to her since before, and she can tell that the child really treats her as a sister next door, and even believes her without hesitation.

But it's a pity... If he knows the truth, he will definitely feel disappointed.

But it doesn't matter, he won't know the truth... Anyway, there won't be a third person who knows about it.

"Don't disappoint my good intentions in vain." Morgan leaned against the head of the bed, her blond hair draped over her shoulders, and her retro black dress lifted a little, revealing her perfectly slender white and tender thighs.

She gently shook the small bottle in her hand, the translucent liquid inside was rippling with a seductive luster.

"For you, I've been treated as a bad woman."

"...Although it was originally."

Chapter 45 The Sword in the Stone

It was evening when An Zhiyu returned, and Skaha didn't ask him where he went, but Ushaha pestered him all the way, insisting on asking him.

Fortunately, after seeing An Zhiyu's tired appearance lying on the bed and falling asleep immediately, Ushaha quietly left.

After Ushaha left, An Zhiyu immediately opened his eyes again.

"My sister is really hard to deal with..." An Zhiyu sighed, picked up the magic crucible, and prepared for today's tempering.

An Zhiyu wouldn't mind if it was just a normal exchange with Sister Ushaha, but she always wanted to know where she slipped off, and he couldn't tell the truth about this kind of thing.

It is impossible to say: I have an affair with the princess of the neighboring country, and I go to their side every day... Is that so?

Putting the dragon's blood into the magic crucible, An Zhiyu drew a rune in the void with his finger.

This is the rune text, and he would practice it every day after returning home, and he could feel that his magic power had been greatly improved after practicing during this period of time.

The only thing that makes An Zhiyu feel pity is that there is no suitable opportunity to learn any ability from Morgan until the end.

But there is no way, after all, Morgan must not be in the mood to teach him these things after such a thing happened.

There will always be opportunities later.

Thinking of this, An Zhiyu shook his head, stopped thinking about it, and focused on practicing runes.

The days passed day by day, and An Zhiyu was taking the dragon blood that Morgan gave him every week. One day, after being accidentally discovered by Scathach, he simply tried it with the mentality of breaking the jar. Asked Skaha what it is, but Skaha just let him take it at ease, and did not say what it was.

Didn't even ask where the thing came from.

It was precisely because of this incident that An Zhiyu became more and more convinced that his master had long known that he had a private relationship with Morgan, but he just turned a blind eye and acquiesced to this behavior.

Now that the master has acquiesced, An Zhiyu no longer hides and hides. When it is time to find Morgan, he leaves directly, no longer worrying about whether he will be discovered by Skaha.

This day has been going on for nearly three months.

In the past three months, Camelot has been in a state of chaos, with undead wounding people almost every day. There are rumors claiming that Britain angered the elves and attracted their revenge. There are also rumors that it is The "witch" made a fool of herself, and some people said that those undead were all pretending to be humans. In short, all kinds of rumors spread in the royal city.

Until the last few days, such civil turmoil has slowly subsided.

Because the number of undead is obviously decreasing, people are very forgetful creatures, and they forget these things unconsciously and continue to live their own lives.

"Artoris, An Zhiyu, you came here together today." The residents of the town were already familiar with these two people, so they didn't have too many scruples when they teased them.

Arturia just nodded slightly, without saying anything.

It wasn't that the people in the town called her by the wrong name, but that she used this male name as a disguise in the town.