C2590 Victory over King's Horse(43)

"What the hell is this? It's so earthy! Hahahaha!" Lawrence bent his waist as he smiled.

Sure enough, he was being mocked.

Bedivere rolled his eyes at him. When he sat down on the sofa in the resting room, he specially adjusted his posture, afraid that the "Light Sword" on his waist would wear down the surface of the sofa