Just then, when Egil felt that he could successfully fool Artoria with his acting skills. Artoria was also enjoying this sweet and warm feeling, and Joan of Arc coughed gently.

This sound could not tell whether it was intentional or unintentional coughing, but it really woke Artoria from that sense of happiness. After that, Artoria looked over with dissatisfaction and saw her opponent.

According to Artoria's temper, even if other irrelevant people disturbed her, she felt unhappy. That was a death sentence. What's more, Joan of Arc, the archenemy?

"Say hello to you, Your Highness." Joan of Arc said very politely.

"Not good..." Egil called in his heart, and his pair of eagle eyes swept away. He immediately determined the retreat route. However, when he was preparing to implement, he found that Artoria was holding her arm dead. If he had too much movement, he would be discovered. At that time, he would definitely die miserably. " "It's over, it's over..."

Egil had no choice. So he kept trying to see Joan of Arc, hoping that the well-behaved Joan of Arc could continue to be well-behaved as always.

Joan of Arc still didn't know whether it was intentional or unintentional, completely ignored the flash of Egil's paparazzi, and his eyes flashed constantly.

Still smiling, he stood in front of Artoria in an extremely holy manner.

"I recognize you, you are the shepherd from Orleans... the Joan of Arc who fought with me." Artoria pulled Egil's arm with one hand, giving Egil a feeling: "If you continue like this, your arm will be ruined...". While lifting up the sword of victory and oath in his hand, he aimed at Joan of Arc in front of him.

"Yes, Your Highness, it's me." Joan of Arc's face remained unchanged, and he still maintained a leisurely and contented attitude in front of the demon sword that was full of human blood.

“Egilska Dragrimson!!!!!!”

Artoria was furious in an instant. A momentum that was not inferior to Joan of Arc made the other half of the prayer room terrifying like hell. The two women were so clearly barriers, half heaven and half hell. They sandwiched Egil in the middle.

However, who is Egil? King Norman, the great conqueror, the emperor of the northerners! How could he retreat because of his wife's roar on the east side of the river?!

Although His Majesty the King's personal force is very poor, his psychological quality is very good. In addition, he is a mouth that can kill people to death and not pay for their lives. Egil believes that he can settle these two women with just a little time. This kind of despicable thing that makes them live in harmony is unfair. However, letting them stop fighting and maintain a cold war without hurting people and animals. Egil is still relatively confident.

"What's the matter, Hani?" Egil raised his eyebrows and then chuckled: "Yes, you both know each other, so there's only time left."

"What's going on?" Seeing Egil calm down, Artoria was a little anxious and gestured with the sword of victory and oath. At the same time, she asked very dynamically.

"Hani, put the sword down first." Egil looked at the black sword rising and falling, feeling very unreliable.

"You make it clear first!" Artoria was not fooled. And Joan of Arc also looked at Egil, wanting to see what he could say.

Egil sighed in his heart, thinking: It would be better before. How well-behaved was Artoria when she was wearing a Libra ring. When she was not well-behaved, Egil also had the confidence to make her well-behaved... " "Miss Joan of Arc, I invited me to serve me, the Catholics who serve me specifically. She is a nun, Hani, a scholar Yu Cheng who worships God. Don't think too much." Although she lamented in her heart, Egil said righteously.

"But I heard someone say it." Artoria felt very aggrieved. But before she could speak halfway. Egil looked at her with such extremely sad and sad eyes.

"Do you think it's my words credible, or are the rumors from other outsiders credible?" Egil asked.

"Keru... so many people said, "You came here on that day!" So Artoria finally took the most critical step.

"Indeed." Egil did not dodge or avoid it. He nodded and admitted directly.

"You one" Artoria still had a thought in her mind, but she didn't expect Egil to admit it so simply. The queen's eyes were tearful, her voice was choked, and her face was as dark as if she was about to die. The fatigue accumulated in the storm for five days and five nights also burst out in an instant. The queen only felt that she was spinning and was about to fall..."

………”

Egil quickly supported Artoria, then hugged her. He turned to Joan of Arc with a "sorry" expression. Then he hugged Joan of Arc and ran back towards his room.

He was angry... and walked away." Joan of Arc was a little lost. Then he turned around and prayed silently for a while, but he felt confused and could not be buried no matter what.

Seeing Artoria's hot flakes and a morbid blush on her face, Egil knew that this was probably a cold. The doctors of this era were very deceptive. No matter what the disease was, it was bloodletting. If you don't treat someone to death, it would be considered burning incense. Egil did not dare to let his Hani treat these lunatics. So it would be better if you take off your body and wipe your body with alcohol, drink more hot water, and then cover yourself with a quilt to cover your sweat and sleep. It would be better if someone could take off all the same and sleep with them.

That's it. While running towards the bedroom, Egil ordered the maids passing by to prepare hot water and spirits, and prepared two more quilts, namely, cotton imported from the pagans and silk quilts assembled from the silk imported from the pagans.

At the same time, Egil also explained to Artoria while running: "There are many kinds of wěn. There are indeed lovers, but there are also relatives, elders like younger generations, and friends express kindness. And I am the last one for Joan of Arc. I was carried to Chuáng under a symbolic state and started to take off my clothes.

"What... it's time... Is this considered taking advantage of others' danger?" Artoria thought in her heart. But she didn't have any strength at all, so she couldn't resist at all. Then she felt a cold feeling in her body. It seemed that with Egil's hand, the feeling spread throughout her body. Then she felt something heavy was pressing on her body. Then she felt something handed to her.

"Drink some water. Be careful of hot." Egil helped Artoria up and whispered.

"Oh... Six Artoria agreed vaguely, and then drank hot water. When she didn't want to drink any more, she shook her head. Egil put it back on. Then she covered her with a quilt.

Egil took out his pocket watch and looked at it. It was almost two o'clock in the afternoon. I don't know if Artoria had lunch. After asking, Artoria just shook her head, not knowing whether she had eaten it or not. However, Egil still asked the kitchen to make some meat porridge. Rice is rare in Europe these days. Even the king is not able to eat it every meal. Egil originally wanted to secretly carry Artoria, a foodie, to make some fried rice and other nostalgia. In the end, the rice went into Artoria's stomach.

At around five o'clock in the afternoon, after accompanying Artoria for a while, Egil was basically saying that Artoria was half apart and half a sleeping place. Seeing that the time was about to be over, Egil asked the kitchen to cook some oatmeal porridge and woke Artoria up for dinner. After that, he took off his clothes and acted as Artoria's sleeping and human pillow.

Egil is confident in his physique and will never be infected. Although because of his long-term pampering experience, the advanced rest he exchanged has dropped from the secondary level. If he doesn't pay attention, he will further drop to the advanced intermediate level...

That's it. I've been speechless all night. Because Artoria is in this state, she can't do something that she loves to do. She's going to do it. In the morning of the next day, Egil opened her eyes and found that Artoria beside her had lost all the time. This proves two things: First, Artoria's physical fitness is better than Egil imagined. After resting for a night, she lost all the illness.

Secondly, Artoria is not by her side. So what has she done?

When Egil thought of this, his heart thumped. Then he remembered that, but when he suddenly got together, he felt a black look in front of him, and the whole world was spinning. After feeling it again, he found that his whole body was sore and weak, and his forehead was hot. It was obviously a fever...

"I've got a cold... This is the last thought before Egil fell down. In a trance, I could still see Artoria running over.

"Don't bleed me... I'll just ting for a while... and... rice porridge... Xin Ergier held Artoria's hand and said such words as if he was asking for his last words to die. Artoria nodded violently, nodding while wiping her tears. If anyone who didn't know saw it, she would think that Ergier was really going to die.

In this way, at the end of 1002 AD, Egil spent his illness...
Chapter completed!