King Arthur, Apprentice of Roger’s Company Chapter 247

However~

“Sister Morgan, you…”

Arthur turned his head helplessly to look at Morgan not far away.

This farce seemed to be some unruly guys lusting after beauty.

But in reality?

Looking at the playful smile on Morgan’s face, one could tell that this was her prank again!

Just kidding!!

As the King of Fairies, who once ruled the entire Lostbelt, created her own exclusive legend, gathered great power within herself, and whose magical power level could be described as reaching the pinnacle.

Even if her strength was not at its peak now.

She was not someone that just any weakling could compare to.

With Morgan’s standard.

As long as a tiny bit of power leaked from the gaps between her fingertips, concealing her figure with fairy power, these low-strength guys, even if they stared until their eyeballs burst, would not be able to see her.

The reason she revealed her figure and they could see her was purely because Morgan liked it.

“Sister Morgan…”

“We are currently in the heartland of the Iron Empire. This is the capital of the Iron Empire, known as the heart of the empire. It’s not only the political center but also the military power center.”

Arthur spoke helplessly.

He now understood how Kay had felt just now.

Pointing to the bustling street and the unique, iron-poured buildings of the Iron Empire, Arthur glanced at Morgan, signaling with his eyes. The emotion in his eyes was very obvious, his emerald eyes staring, almost speaking:

Sister! This is someone else’s imperial capital. We are here to infiltrate, so we can’t be too reckless and arrogant, can we??

“Hmph hmph~”

Morgan frowned unhappily.

She tilted her head slightly in an arrogant manner, extended a slender, jade-like finger, and a strange magical power surged from its tip, constantly leaping and flickering in the air with unpredictable fluctuations.

Like light.

Like mist.

And like electricity.

Looking closely, one could see countless mirror reflections, constantly turning in intricate ways, leading the view to an unspeakable angle, like a dream bubble, a void that simply didn’t exist.

“Mirror”, “Tower”, “Garden”, “Coffin”!

Among the four great magic spells Morgan controlled, the shifting application of the Mirror ability transferred the power of spatial displacement from an external medium to herself, making it impossible for anyone looking at her to avoid having their gaze diverted in other directions.

From concealing her identity at the source of observation, as long as Morgan wanted to hide her information, even familiar people in person would not have the slightest chance of discovering it.

And this!

Was also the reliance that allowed their group, in a state of mortal enmity, to put on merchant disguises, use merchant ships for sea trade, enter the Iron Empire without being blocked, and even reach the imperial capital directly.

Let alone being reckless and arrogant.

As long as their group did not display the power recorded in the intelligence, even if they caused a ruckus here, it would only attract the attention of the public security department, and their true identities would never be discovered.

“Hehehe~”

Morgan’s silver bell-like laughter rang out, and Arthur could read the message in her laughter:

Little rascal~

Is that all?!

They can’t even see through me standing right in front of them!

Arthur’s face was contorted, with black lines on his forehead, and his mouth twitched slightly. Although Morgan, after returning to normalcy, no longer had the destructive and world-ending tendencies she displayed in the Lostbelt.

But…

This playful personality was truly as mischievous as ever!

“Cough cough.”

As if feeling a little awkward from Arthur’s burning gaze, Morgan coughed twice feigning it, and then quickly adjusted her mindset.

A playful shallow smile bloomed on her face, and she transformed back into that unrestrained Fairy Queen.

Her cunning eyes merely spun twice, and a teasing smile appeared on her face, as if she had found something fun again.

“Don’t look at this concubine with such eyes~” (For an exhilarating novel experience, visit Feilu Novel Network!)

“Those mere mortals have no chance of seeing through our disguise.”

Her voice, gentle yet carrying an undeniable confidence, flowed with the wind, quietly reaching Arthur’s ears.

All things in nature were merely her messengers.

“Besides—”

“I wasn’t teasing you, these little trinkets are really good~”

Morgan squatted down with a shallow smile.

With a gentle movement of her jade arm, she casually picked up a small trinket from the stall at her feet.

It was a dusty object, like an ornament.

It depicted a young boy wielding a long sword, sailing out to sea with high spirits.

The overall color was grayish, and the specific metal composition was unclear, but it felt substantial in hand, heavy, so it shouldn’t be wood. The edges were still very rough, with a texture difficult to polish smooth.

To be honest.

The facial features and clothing of the figure on the ornament were purely impressionistic; no details could be discerned. It couldn’t compare at all to the industrially stamped products Arthur had seen in his previous life.

“Is this a model of this world?”

Arthur also picked one up curiously, surprised to see such things in this world.

Although it was excessively crude.

The substantial feel, however, still evoked his memories.

“Hehe~”

“Don’t underestimate these things!”

“Although the craftsmanship is crude and indeed hard to look at… but! Each model contains the strong emotions of its creator, and the lingering scent is quite good!”

Morgan narrowed her eyes slightly, as if smelling some rare delicacy, a faint expression of intoxication and nostalgia appearing on her face. Seeing these long-unseen objects, her reaction was even more intense than Arthur’s.

Just as she said.

The seemingly crude handicrafts were all infused with emotions that made one care. Objects that were originally flimsy and insignificant became heavy treasures 303 with these infusions.

Perhaps…

He’s a good candidate for practicing alchemy!

Morgan’s eyes flickered, and her beautiful, charming eyes seemed to sparkle with an inexplicable brilliance.

“You, are you buying these?”

“Very, very cheap, only five hundred Belly, come and get one!!”

A timid voice suddenly came from beside them.

As if discovering that Arthur and his group were interested in these things, the stall owner instantly became energetic, disregarding their intimidating presence that had repelled a large group of pirates with a single glance, he gritted his teeth and approached.

“Young man?”

Morgan’s eyes flickered slightly, and she frowned.

The stall owner who came forward was indeed a man of weathered age, with a robust build, but he seemed to be malnourished, his face bearing a heavy pallor. The ravages of life had etched a plateau-red color onto his face, and his rough fingers were covered in cracks.

Hmm…

He was clearly a standard portrayal of the common people at the bottom.

“Five hundred Belly?”

Arthur’s voice, tinged with surprise, rang out.

“N-no, if not, four hundred, four hundred each is also fine…”

“Three hundred fifty… three hundred!”

“Sir! I really can’t go any lower!”

Arthur said nothing, just a slightly questioning tone, and the man abandoned his bottom line, dropping the price all the way down. Finally, he knelt on the ground, his eyes red and burning.