I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

"Don't you know how you feel?" Alquette asked.

"Hmm..." Altria nodded.

"There is really no way, then I will help you analyze it."

Elquette pressed Altria's shoulder, pointed to his eyes, and said, "Keep looking at my eyes, don't remove them."

Altria nodded, staring into El Quét’s eyes.

El Quette charmed Altria, and unlocked the shackles in Altria's heart.

In an instant, the majestic emotion swallowed Altria.

——Morning, Altria, the patrolling town is back.

——From today, you have been restored to female body, knight Altria!

——Al, guess what, what do I have in my hand? Food? No, it's a firefly!

——Don't think about always giving, and experience the beauty of the oath to protect yourself, what it's like.

——What's the use of glory? You are alive and able to feed you, this is my greatest glory!

——Altria, I swear, this is the last time we are hungry! I will exhaust everything I have, and I will never let my people go hungry again! I want them all to live well!

Say hello to the boy next door in the morning, the king who is caring about people while traveling with a bright smile, and the strong king who gets through everything at the time of desperation... It turns out that there are so many memories.

Her treasured memories.

However, the king is only a passer-by in his life after all, and he will leave eventually.

And leave, never see again.

Perceiving this, Altria, who was opened by the enchanting eyes, could no longer control the emotions in her heart, and tears flowed down.

This made Elquet panicked, and asked in a panic: "That... that, did I do something bad? That... I'm sorry, please don't cry."

"I don't want to cry...I don't want to cry...I can't help it...I don't want the king to leave..."

Altoria burst into tears, and the emotions that had been suppressed for more than ten years, all came out all at once.

Chapter 137 Don't hide anything from me [third more]

After wiping away the tears, he left Alquette, and Altria walked to Morgan's magic workshop.

After hesitating for a moment, Altria walked in.

Morgan was preparing potions, looked up at Altria, and asked, "What are you doing here with me?"

"I..."

"Why? Do you want to talk harshly to me?" Morgan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"No...it's not..." Altria waved her hand quickly.

"Huh. You are not, but I am!" Morgan stretched out his slender fingers, pointed at Altria's face, and said, "My stupid sister, I-- Morgan Lefy, tell you, the throne, I want to decide Up!"

"I...I didn't want to fight with you, sister..." Altria said in trouble.

"Huh. Who knows." Morgan lowered his head and continued to make his own potion.

A faint, seductive fragrance spread from the potion, and she poured the potion into the stored reagent drop by drop.

"What is this?" Altria asked, pointing to these potions.

"A powerful version of mystery·soul·magic·medicine." Morgan said naturally.

Altria asked troubledly: "Why are these things prepared?"

"Does this still need to be asked? Of course it is for the king." Morgan said.

"Why use such a thing to the king?" Altria asked.

"Of course it's to get the king's blood!" Morgan said naturally: "Although the king promised to return the throne to Pendragon, who knows if the king will go back halfway? If he gets the king's heir, even if the king goes back to it, In the end, it must be inherited by the children. In this way, the throne will belong to Pendragon 100%."

"There is no need to do such superfluous things. The king has never been greedy for the throne and kingship." Altria said.

"Hey hehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, power is the most likely to corrupt people's hearts. This is the case now, who knows in the future." Morgan turned his head away, making her face invisible, but his tone was hard.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Guys, come see me!"

The limbs on the side were **** with mithril wires, and the white mouse hanging in the air struggled and shouted.

Morgan reached out and grabbed one of its beards, pulled it out with a slight force.

"Wow! It hurts--, **** witch! How can you treat me like this? I am the most beautiful mouse in the world!"

Morgan took out a thin iron whip and whipped the white mouse.

"Ooo, oooo!"

The white mouse screamed non-stop.

Morgan stopped his hand, smiled softly, and said, "I heard that you have extraordinary wisdom. Come--, tell me, how can I make the king drink this potion?"

"I'm a big devil, I won't succumb!" the white mouse yelled.

"Huh?" Morgan's face went cold.

"Need...it takes time to think about it...no...don't be so nervous...a good solution takes time."

"Yeah." Morgan nodded, renewing his sunny smile.

Turning his head, Altria had disappeared.

"Have you left? Huh. My stupid sister, won't you even let go of ruthless words? I'm going to decide on the throne!"

"Huh—"

"Why do you feel that the number of potions is one less?"

Morgan counted, and felt that the number was right.

Her mathematics was not good. Although Wang taught basic mathematics, she just didn't learn it.

"Is it eighteen or nineteen?"

Morgan gave up thinking about it. This kind of question is totally meaningless. She doesn't even care about the quantity. What she needs to care about is how to let the king drink it.