King Arthur And The Knights Of The Round Table Summary 소설 & 이야기

shouted King Bartholomeo. The 12 zodiac warriors were forced to stand up and formed three rows again. Prince Arthur knelt before his father and apologized. "Please forgive my father, I know that you have high expectations for my warriors!" "I don't accept your damn apology, my son. I expect a great fight? You know that I despise weak warriors!" Prince Arthur stood up and King Bartholomeo punched him in the face. He fell behind Alexander but he didn't help because he was afraid of King Bartholomeo.

The warm morning light fell into his eyes, but only left a golden cold light. "I announced my marriage last night, and they couldn't wait to get a hold of me this morning." I didn't say anything, just looked down a little worriedly. The Round Table was originally set up by the Lycan King. The king will lead the elders to discuss some important matters. Everyone knows that the Round Table is the center of decision-making in this country. But since the death of the last king, the Round Table has lost its original meaning. The elders control the meeting, and Kral is just a spectator. In other words, it is the elders, not the crown prince, who really hold the supreme power.

“So what if they’re strong?” The fourth princess was showing a horrible expression at this moment. “I made sure that Mandy Zimmer’s defenses were the weakest. “And other than us, there were also other people who were planning to get their hands on her. “How did we even fail if that was the case?! “There’s just no way! “The Knights of the Round Table are elites of the Knights Templar! “They have the strength of a thousand men each! They’re peak Kings of Arms! How could they have failed?!

As soon as he spoke those words, Arthur Young blasted out a punch and directly smashed a nearby fighter who wanted to rush up to him, causing the fighter to fly away. Of the Three Kings, Arthur was the strongest among his peers. “Go!” Under Arthur’s escort, the people who guarded Draco Summers had naturally gained some confidence to escape. Bran Biven, who was opposite them, was still in a dazed state. It was obvious that he was stunned by Arthur’s behavior earlier.

“Finally, I was able to meet you, Clayden.” Clayden greeted HIM respectfully, fully knowing what his worth is and who he is in this world and book. The fact that the Mistress of time also knew about. “He chooses a perfect knight to call his own.” He compliments the prince. Arthur, the shard of the prominent ‘him’ in this world and book happened to be the person Clayden pledged with his loyalty and faithfulness, in exchange for the only thing that he desires and could ever desire. “How was the deal that you agree with him?”

Carl fell to the ground, clutching his stomach as blood gushed out of his mouth. "Your majesty, are you alright," Arnold yelled glancing at Arthur." Arthur let out a burst of laughter. "I won Carl, I won. I finally defeated you," Arthur said, taking slow steps towards Carl. Carl fixates his weak gaze on Arthur. 'I won't be dying alone,' he mumbled inwardly. And before Arthur and Arnold knew what was happening, Carl used all his strength to launch an attack, on Arthur, plunging his sword into his heart.