The Plan of the Black-Robed Man
Editor: Simple MTL
It was the same words again.
But this time, Lancelot did not refute immediately and fell into silence.
He did not know whether he should do it or not.
On one side was the 30,000 years of friendship between the King and the minister, the bits and pieces of the past were still in his memory.
On the other side was the woman he fell in love with, her sweet smile was deeply imprinted in his mind.
Seeing that Lancelot had fallen into silence, the black-robed man and the Saxon did not disturb him. They waited quietly.
After a long time, Lancelot spoke.
"If I really did as you said, then what about the King? What other conditions do you have? You can't possibly come to help me for free, right?"
Lancelot laughed self-deprecatingly.