Chapter 560 No, there is an affair!
Cornwall, evening.
The City Lord's Mansion, which was once majestic and quiet, now seems busy and noisy.
The male servants were busy sweeping the courtyard and repairing the brick walls damaged by the war, while the maids were going in and out of the backyard, bringing a wide variety of food and treasured wines from the cellar to the table, moving very carefully for fear of disturbing today's distinguished guests.
Similarly, it was not easy for the Duke of Cornwall, Goroas, who was accompanying the player on the field.
He just put half of his buttocks on the chair, as if ready to get up at any time, with a hospitable smile that was so formal and somewhat exaggerated on his slightly plump face, and he strongly recommended the local specialties and the chef's skills to the guests at the table.
On the contrary, Duchess Igraine behaved more appropriately and generously. While pouring wine for the guests, she talked about some anecdotes about Cornwall to warm up the atmosphere. With her beautiful face, she did not make people feel bad.
Sensing the faint fluctuations of magic coming from the Duchess, Loen became thoughtful.
If I am not mistaken, this Duchess is also a [Lake Fairy], who is under the control of the three Morgan sisters. She is their agent in Cornwall and performs functions similar to those of a deity or witch.
No wonder Cornwall was able to find many goblin warlocks to support the situation during the outbreak of the Wild Hunt.
It turns out that the two sides had already established contact.
Since entering the city, Morgan's original feeling of weakness has been slowly fading away, and the divinity and divine power that had been consumed in his body are also gradually recovering.
Combining the legends of later generations, Lorne estimated that the three Morgan sisters were nominally the "daughters" and "blood relatives" of the Duke and Duchess of Cornwall, but in fact they were the patron saints and behind-the-scenes rulers of this city.
Therefore, after returning to this holy land, Morgan's physical condition gradually improved.
However, physical recovery cannot alleviate the unpleasant mood.
Morgan didn't even look at the dishes that the Duke and Duchess enthusiastically recommended. Instead, he looked gloomily at a certain white-haired nightmare sitting opposite him and eating heartily:
"Why are you here too?"
"I also helped to repel the Wild Hunt last night. As a hero who resolved the crisis for Cornwall, they wanted to invite me to dinner to express their gratitude. I can't refuse their kindness, right?"
Vivian smiled and excused herself while turning to look at the Duke and Duchess at the scene.
The couple nodded repeatedly, but cold sweat kept coming out of their foreheads and necks, and they secretly regretted why they had to organize this dinner.
I have heard for a long time that the relationship between the three people on Avalon Island is not harmonious. Today, it seems that the rumors are true.
Seeing that the atmosphere on the field was somewhat tense, Lorne quickly tried to smooth things over:
"Eat first, eat first."
Upon hearing this, Morgan temporarily suppressed his dissatisfaction and began to slowly taste the dishes carefully prepared by the Duke's Mansion. He even recommended a few dishes that he thought tasted good to Lorne who was standing beside him.
Everyone was stunned when they saw this.
In my impression, this goddess who controls death, phantoms, and war has always been arrogant and cold, and rarely speaks kindly to outsiders.
Why is she suddenly so interested in a member of the opposite sex today?
Well, very handsome and well behaved.
Could it be that...
"You want to ask, is she in heat?"
"puff!"
The couple both spat out the honey wine they had just drunk and looked in horror at Vivian who was speaking shockingly.
At the same time, Morgan's fair cheeks turned red, the wine glass in his hand was crushed, his dark blue eyes were filled with murderous intent, and rich magic factors were surging around him.
"I still have a jar of excellent mead in my cellar. I haven't taken it out for a long time. I'll go check it out!"
"The soup from the kitchen hasn't been served for so long, I'm going to rush to get it ready!"
Seeing that the situation was not good, the couple dared not stay any longer. They immediately found an excuse and rushed out of the hall.
Before leaving, the two men did not forget to ask the nearby maids to leave, in order to prevent a fight between the people inside and hurt innocent people.
"I just said what was in their mind, and they were scared away? It's really funny..."
After Vivian sighed, she saw Morgan's gloomy face and immediately reacted. She was filled with righteous indignation and said,
"You can do this, but how can they think this way? It's too much! I'm going to denounce them for you right now!"
Having said that, Vivian stood up swiftly with her belly sticking out and tried to run away.
However, a whistling spear of light brushed past her hair, pierced under her feet, and blocked the door in front.
"Come back and sit down. I have something to ask you!"
Hearing the unquestionable tone behind her, Vivian turned around with a wry smile and sat back in her seat obediently, and her annoying tone softened:
"What's the matter, second sister?"
Morgan glanced at Vivian and snorted coldly:
"I will not pursue the matter of you running away from the Misty Forest without permission for now. But now you have had enough fun and made enough noise. When are you going to come back with me?"
"go back?"
When Vivian heard this, her head shook like a rattle.
"No, no, my teacher and I agreed to travel the world and practice together."
As she spoke, the lake fairy hastily wrapped her arms around one of Loen's hands, and stuck her upper body on it like a dog-skin plaster. No matter how hard Loen pulled and tugged, she refused to let go, and it was obvious that she wanted to drag her cheap teacher into the water.
Lorne didn't want to get involved, but considering that he still needed Vivian to lead the way in finding the Tomb of Albion, he could only help the evildoers and promised against his will:
"I will definitely teach Vivian well."
"I believe in your ability, and she does deserve to be disciplined."
Morgan nodded and said lightly:
"It just so happens that the Misty Forest has abundant spiritual veins and strong magic factors. It will definitely be twice as effective with half the effort when practicing. You can go back with Vivian, and you will be her magic and etiquette teacher in the future."
Hearing this, Lorne was caught off guard.
How come the people weren’t rescued and it became a buy one get one free deal?
Then, Lorne coughed and evaded the question:
"The Misty Forest is the territory of fairies. I'm afraid I can't get along with them, so let's just forget it."
"Then let's go to Wales."
Morgan, who had been prepared, took out a backup plan and said in a deep voice:
"It just so happens that Sun King Gwyn has fallen, and the balance of life and death in Wales has been broken. Currently, there is a lack of a new god to take charge. If you are willing, I can recommend you as the King of the Wild Hunt in Wales, responsible for managing the undead there. Vivian will go with you and assist you on the road."
Morgan's words were not arrogant. As the most orthodox goddess of death in the Tuatha de Danann, strictly speaking, Scathach, Queen of Shadow Kingdom of Scotland, and Gwyn, Sun King of Wales, were both her subordinates.
In addition, she also holds the power to influence the change of dynasties in the world. She undoubtedly has absolute say in choosing who will be the King of the Wild Hunt in Wales.
Moreover, based on several contacts, she confirmed that this was a reliable man.
——Not only does he have strength that is no less than that of the main god, but what is even more valuable is that he is humble and polite, and knows his place.
Presumably it was because of this that Gwyn passed on all his wishes and legacy to this man before he died.
In this way, she would save the effort of selecting and training successors.
When Morgan thought of this, the depression in his heart gradually eased.
In order to make the new employee feel at ease, she made a solemn promise:
"Don't worry, if you get into any trouble in Wales, I won't stand idly by. Even if Nuada comes, I won't make things difficult for you for my sake."
——The First Throne Nuada?
——[Lake Fairy] is actually confident that the Supreme God King who currently rules the Tuatha de Danann is going to give in?
——It seems that their identities behind the scenes are not simple.
Loen's eyes flashed, and he was a little surprised. His evaluation of the three Morgan sisters couldn't help but rise to a higher level.
But the more this happened, the less prepared Ron was to accept the olive branch extended by Morgan.
After all, he came to the Celtic Age of Gods not to become the King of Wales, but to find the Tomb of Albion, activate the great altar inside, and set up a beacon for the coming of the Nordic army.
Therefore, he would not agree to the appointment under any circumstances, and would not continue to entangle with Morgan.
However, there is a way to say no.
Lorne pondered for a moment and answered sincerely:
"Thank you for your kindness, but I am used to being idle and cannot stay in one place for long, so I want to travel with Vivian and teach at the same time. How about this, why not wait until Vivian has learned something and let her take on this responsibility and share the worries of you as a sister?"
Hearing that the blame had fallen on her head again, Vivian secretly cursed her cheap teacher's sinister intentions, but she had to nod in agreement against her will.
There is no other meaning, it is the same as saying nothing, in short, it is just a "delay".
As long as it is delayed long enough, once Morgan loses his patience, the matter will naturally fail.
No one cares how the two of them mess around outside.
"Since you are not interested in this, I will not force you."
Morgan saw that he couldn't persuade the two, so he sighed and asked,
"Where are you going next? How can I contact you?"
"Camelot!"
"Londinion!"
The master and the disciple answered subconsciously. Although they both tacitly avoided the North which was the correct answer, the locations of the two cities were one in central Britain and the other in southern Britain, a distance difference of 18,000 miles.
Morgan was stunned, then looked at the two of them dimly.
"Slip of the tongue, haha, slip of the tongue..."
Lorne replied with a dry laugh, then winked at Vivian and answered together again:
"Londinion!"
"Camelot!"
As soon as the words fell, the master and the disciple turned their heads at the same time and looked at each other resentfully.
The bad thing about being too cunning is that it is easy to complicate simple issues.
Helplessly, Luo En could only put on an awkward smile again and gave a very reluctant explanation:
"We agreed to visit both places, first to Londinium and then to Camelot."
"That's a coincidence, that's what I planned too."
Morgan replied with a faint smile, and then he pondered without further explanation,
"Since we are both going the same way, let's just go together."
After saying this, Morgan didn't give the master and disciple a chance to argue. He called the two fairy knights outside the door and got up to leave the living room.
Although she didn't know why the two men concealed their whereabouts, her woman's intuition and the revelation of destiny told her that there was something fishy going on and she'd better follow them and see for herself.
After watching the Morgan trio leave, Lorne looked at his cheap apprentice with some disappointment:
"If you can't even read people's expressions, what's the point of having you?"
"Who knows what that look of yours means? I thought you wanted me to use your answer."
"I didn't see that. Then how come you guessed the Duke and Duchess's thoughts so accurately?"
"Do you think ordinary people have the same minds as you? More dense than the holes in a honeycomb?"
Vivian rolled her eyes and complained, her face turning even darker as she thought of the humiliating dream-entering ritual that had been a complete failure.
After playing tricks on people for so long, this was the first time she was played tricks on.
And Luo En rubbed his brows and asked weakly:
"What should we do now? Your sister insisted on going with us. With her around, many things won't be easy for us to do. Activities like treasure hunting and tomb robbing will probably be difficult too."
"It's okay, I have a solution!"
"What is the solution?"
"You'll know in a moment."
Vivian answered mysteriously, then pulled Lorne into the thick night.
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A quarter of an hour later, Loen looked at the crystal bottle in his hand that contained some liquid, with a doubtful look on his face:
"Are you sure this thing works?"
"Don't worry, it works every time!"
Vivian, who was standing by, patted her chest and assured him, then urged,
"What are you still standing there for? Hurry up and do it. If you delay any longer, it will be dawn soon."
Luo En hesitated for a moment, then decisively stuffed the crystal bottle back into Vivian's hands:
"You come, I'll cover you!"
Although this potion was prepared by him and Vivian together, he knew the ingredients and effects of the potion very well.
However, since he had been knocked over by the same type of small medicine bottle more than once before, leaving him with many humiliating memories, he couldn't help but be a little scared of this thing.
Therefore, it would be more appropriate to let Vivian do it.
"You don't even dare to do this, what a coward!"
Vivian rolled her eyes at her unscrupulous teacher, snatched the small medicine bottle, pulled out the cork, and pointed the bottle mouth towards the bedroom in front.
Knowing that he was in the wrong, Lorne took over the job that originally belonged to Vivian. He raised his hand to draw out the suspicious liquid in the bottle and atomized it into the breeze.
Suddenly, an odor suspected to be lactic acid fermentation and fruit ripening spread, and carried by the breeze, flowed into the bedroom through the gaps in the doors and windows.
A moment later, a rustling sound of flapping wings and rustling sounds of climbing came from all directions of the courtyard.
With the help of the bright moonlight, Lorne saw all kinds of small insects, including moths, caterpillars, crickets, ants, etc., forming a black mass and rushing towards the bedroom in front.
"Is the medicine so effective?" Vivian swallowed.
"Didn't you tell me to upgrade this potion as much as possible?" Loen's scalp also felt numb.
Although he was not very afraid of creatures like insects, seeing so many of them at once made him feel a little claustrophobic.
Then, Luo En couldn't help but ask again:
"Are you sure this method really works?"
"Don't worry! Morgan is a mysophobe and is most afraid of bugs. Once a bug crawls over a certain place, she can't help but associate it with it, and then her whole body will itch. She will try every means to escape, and then she will refuse to set foot in this 'contaminated' area for a long time. Once she runs away by herself, we will choose to leave in the opposite direction. We don't have to worry about being pestered by her anymore, and we can play however we want in the future."
Things turned out just as Vivian expected.
As the dense swarm of insects crawled into the bedroom, a sudden and high-pitched scream was heard from inside the house:
"Ah! Bugs! Don't come over here! Don't come over here!!!"
Hearing the faint trembling sound in the house, Vivian looked at Lorne with a smug look on her face:
"How is it? Is it effective?"
“Immediate results!”
Lorne gave a thumbs up, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, satisfying Vivian's vanity.
He really didn't expect that the goddess of death and the lake fairy of Avalon Island would be frightened by a tiny insect and be terrified to such an extent.
But it’s also good this way, as it gives me an extra insight into Morgan’s weakness.
Once the war with the Celtic gods begins, maybe this little secret will come in handy.
“Boom!”
Just as the two culprits were hiding in the flowers, preparing to admire the miserable appearance of the witch in the house as she fled in panic, a series of thunder suddenly sounded in the night sky.
The two of them subconsciously looked up and saw a terrifying tide of magic power gathering madly, forming a blue-black vortex in the air like the eye of the abyss.
"It ends here, it ends here - Holy Lance, pull up the anchor!!!"
Along with the out-of-tune screams, the night sky above the main city of Cornwall was torn apart by violent force, and holy spears woven with magic power, with the force of thunder, fell from the sky towards a small courtyard somewhere in the city lord's mansion.
Before the spear tip fell, arcs of light had already swept in all directions. The surrounding walls and houses collapsed in an instant, spider-web-like cracks appeared on the ground, and the grass, trees, sand and rocks were turned into dust.
At this moment, Loen, who was in the flowers, saw this city-destroying ceremonial curse coming down on his head. His face twitched and he looked at the culprit who was shrinking into the shadows with gritted teeth.
Using bugs to scare Morgan away? What a bad idea!
If I trust you again, I will be a dog!
(End of this chapter)
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