The Holy Apostle Pandoragon curled his lips and turned his eyes to Guinevere who was standing aside.

Guinevere was trembling all over, and immediately looked at her with a frightened little animal gaze.

The Holy Apostle Pandoragon thought it was very funny, and hooked her finger, and said, "Come here, Princess of Camland."

"Yes...Yes...Holy Apostle."

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Guinevere walked over tremblingly.

The Holy Apostle Pandoragon reached out and poked her cheek, "What a lovely princess, it reminds me of the time when I was a princess. How long ago it was, I can’t remember."

The Holy Apostle of Pandoragon poked so hard, it hurts, father...

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Ektor glanced at the untouched Saint Apostle of Pandoragon, then turned his gaze to King Onyk, and asked: "King Onyk, is there something wrong with Onyk?"

"Abnormal?" In the face of Ektor, King Onik returned to normal and asked: "Master Ektor, Saint Apostle, is asking whether the foreign enemies of the empire have escaped into Onik's territory, right?"

Ector nodded.

"Except for the surrounding spirit pulses, Onik is not unusual in the near future."

"Does the heroic spirit of pan-human history come in?"

"No, if you get in, it will be divided among the people in the first place. After all, such fun, but it's been a long time."

Ektor stroked his chin: "In other words, didn't you run to this side?"

"Well, but before, our soldiers saw a girl who looked exactly like the Lord Apostle of Pandoragon."

King Onik carefully looked at the Holy Apostle of Pandoragon on the throne, and saw that the Holy Apostle of Pandoragon was waiting for his eyes to look at him, and he was frightened.

"I am a girl who looks exactly like me?"

The Saint Pandoragon pinched Guinevere’s face and stared at King Onik.

It hurts, it hurts, it hurts...

Guinevere was in tears, but she did not dare to resist.

"Yes, yes," King Onyk nodded with a cold sweat. "It is said that she is a witch who also helped Onyk's soldiers deal with the heroic spirits."

Awful. Ektor covered his face.

"It's that guy! I knew I would come back!"

The Saint Pandoragon pinched Guinevere's face fiercely. The expression didn't seem to pinch Guinevere, but rather like pinching a princess who made her run away very angry.

King Onik's face was blank.

Ektor sighed and said, "It should be Camelot's princess."

"The princess of Camelot..."

King Onik reacted. It is said that the Holy Apostle Pandoragon intentionally gave the throne to his sister not long ago, but his sister went to Avalon to learn magic the night before he became the throne. This happened. The thorn in the heart of the Holy Apostle of Pandoragon.

How dare I mention this!

King Onik wailed in his heart.

"However, if Camelot's princess appears here, that means he has mastered Avalon's secret art."

"Hmph, how long I have learned that idiot is only a half-hearted in the magic way, but only swordsmanship, I have to praise her. But if that idiot appears here, most of the fugitives will not run here, otherwise, that Idiots will clean them up."

"That said, it seems that they are chasing in the wrong direction. They probably ran in the direction of Lundinium." Aktor also nodded.

"That..." At this moment, Guinevere raised her hand weakly, "I think they should have ran in Marko's direction."

"Huh?" The Holy Apostle Pandoragon glared at Guinevere, "Don't forget who you are, prisoner of Camland!"

"M..."

Guinevere was so scared that she covered her face and took a few steps back, looking at the Holy Apostle Pandoragon with a frightened face.

Ektor glanced at the Holy Apostle Pandoragon, then looked at Guinevere, and asked, "Princess of Camland, what do you say?"

"That, that..." Guinevere looked at the Holy Apostle Pandoragon in fear.

"Speak with confidence, Morgan Lefy, like me, wants to catch the troublemakers quickly."

Guinevere shrank her head and said, "Because the whole of Britain is surrounded by the [Arms of the Emperor]. If they run to Lundinium, wouldn't they be surrounded by the north and the south?"

"Then you mean, they will go to Ireland through Marko in Wales! It's better to say that Ireland is their stronghold."

"Why do you say that?" Ektor's expression became serious.

"Because... because the eyes of the Holy Apostle and the imperial capital are not all focused on Britain?"

Chapter Twenty, you just give it madly for nothing!

After crossing the rocky Onik country, he officially bid farewell to England and entered the region of Wales.

Shirou walked through the dry and cool air in the broad-leaved forest. The forest is very vast, and there is no end in sight for a while.

The branches of the forest are so luxuriant that the sky cannot be seen in the jungle, at most only the dazzling blobs of light can only be vaguely seen at the other end of the green mesh.

Whenever Shiro pushed away the branches blocking the way in the narrow road, the branches would rub against each other and whisper.

"...Oh."

There was a voice behind him, Shiro turned his head and looked at Mordred behind him, "What's the matter, Mordred?"

"I hit the spider web, it's so uncomfortable." Mordred grabbed the spider web on his head in distress.

"There is a river ahead, go there and wash it."

Shi Lang took Mordred's hand and came to the river in front of him, Mordred plunged in anxiously and washed his hair.

"Huh, I feel much more comfortable after washing it. Really, it reminds me of the memory of falling into the dragon's den when I was a child. How come there are such creatures as spiders? I really want to burn all the spiders in one fire!" Mo Dred used magic power to generate heat, and while complaining, he straightened his hair.

"You should be fortunate that the monsters in this eternal empire have not gained eternity, otherwise you will be prepared to be caught by spider webs forever."

"M..."

Mordred bulged his cheeks and stared at Shirou, "Can't you comfort me?"