C19 From to Destiny(part I)

The next morning. .

When Bedivere woke up, he found a girl changing the bandages on his body. Her slender jade hands touched Werewolf Boy's chest.

"Ah!" Bedivere was shocked, and almost jumped out of the sickbed, but the girl immediately held him down.

"Don't move!" the girl said. Her beautiful face had a different kind of beauty when she frowned, enough to enchant all the males in the world.

"But..." Bedivere said with a red face. Right now, his upper body was bare, making him feel slightly embarrassed.

The girl smiled sweetly. Her beautiful face blossomed into an even more enchanting brilliance. Those two dimples could be seen faintly, rippling along with her rosy white skin. It was enough to captivate any man in the world.

Seeing that Bedivere had finally calmed down, she smiled and said softly, "The wounded are lying obediently here. I really don't understand why the wooden knight brought you out of the Clinic on his own accord. Look, isn't the wound split open? "

"Wood —?" When he thought about how he was talking about Arthur, Werewolf Boy couldn't help but laugh. This description was extremely appropriate.

"I, I am already fine with my injuries, so-" Bedivere's face was flushed red. Even though his wounds had been torn from his panicked struggles just now, he couldn't care less. He deliberately pushed away Therapist's hand. "Err … Can you stay away from me? "

He never expected that his words would have an opposite effect. The Therapist understood what the Werewolf Boy was thinking and laughed mischievously. He was indeed a child, really cute. Could it be — was he thinking about something vulgar? "

"No, no, how could that be?" Bedivere's face became even redder.

Such a cute girl, she was as pretty as a doll. In her beautiful green eyes, there was an unyielding aura, like that of a wild horse. Her slender fingers moved deftly, as if deliberately. They were playing with the Werewolf Boy's body.

Not good! If he were to continue like this …

"Oh, the little kid's up." the girl said in a teasing tone.

"I'm sorry …." Bedivere apologized softly. He wished he could find a hole to hide in.

"I treat hundreds of wounded knights every day. You're not the first, son." She was used to this sort of thing. "Imagine it as a compliment to my charm." "But if you look at me in a lecherous way,"

She held up a pair of scissors for removing bandages. "You won't need this kind of [praise] anymore." "

Werewolf Boy felt a formless ache in his lower body, and he looked away in fear. "Yes, yes, miss." Yes, I'm sorry! "

The girl chuckled, then put down the scissors in her hand: "No, it's not you, young miss, it's Guinevere. "

A voice added, "And it's the daughter of the Northernmost Knight Organization Master. You little brat must be tired of living, how dare you have thoughts about Heavenly Stage Knight's daughter? "

Guinevere turned her head to see that it was Knight Arthur. The Knight's originally coarse clothes had been replaced with a set of silver light armor, and the silver Snowflake Medallion reflected a bleak radiance on his chest.

As expected, clothes were the only thing people relied on. Seeing this kind of Arthur, Guinevere's opinion of the short, rude and foolish youth immediately changed. He may have been a little handsome, though she was still a short man.

"I didn't know you had a sense of humor?" Guinevere asked in order to hide her embarrassment.

"Do I?" Arthur shrugged his shoulders, looking like he was thinking seriously. He couldn't figure out what part of what he was saying had a sense of humor.

"Hmmm …" Guinevere laughed softly, her voice sounding like a silver bell. What made her really laugh was the honest look on Knight Arthur's face when he was thinking seriously.

When she smiled, her face looked cunning as a fox — it was the same as her father, Grand Duke Lyons. It could be said that her father had to have his daughter.

After chatting for a bit, Guinevere didn't wait any longer. She bowed and took the Knight Master and Servant out, "Bring your servant back." Since you care so much about a little servant, you should help him change his bandages yourself, not make a fool of him in front of a lady. "

"Yes, my dear lady." "Arthur saluted half-seriously and pulled up one of Bedivere's arms.

"I can go myself!" The Werewolf Boy protested and got up from the bed.

These artificial etiquette of a human being were beneath his notice. In his eyes, this couple was just flirting. Each and every word of theirs made Werewolf Boy feel extremely disgusted.

Bedivere didn't know that, in Arthur's eyes, this Guinevere who was as beautiful as a goddess was only an ordinary mortal.

Arthur saw a gray and monotonous world:

No love, no beauty; no hope, no dream.

Silver Knight Arthur who didn't know what [Joy] was. D. Kelton

— — They would never understand the charms of the goddesses.