Chapter 119: Who are you calling dirty!

Joseph didn't think there was anything wrong with his method. He stepped aside and watched you. Seeing Joseph step aside, Bors couldn't wait to walk up.

"My turn."

Bors put his hand directly on the cross. However, as soon as he put his hand on it, you all found that Bors's eyes became vacant, and in just one second, his hand was bounced off.

Seeing this scene, Joseph also said:

"The most worldly knight, there are too many things in this world that you are attached to. You have no fate with the Holy Grail."

"My turn!" Lancelot also walked over directly. "It's normal for young people to have an unsteady mind. Let a senior teach you how to pull a sword."

Lancelot was truly confident. He considered himself the strongest in all of Great Britain except for Lin Ye and Artoria. If he couldn't pull this sword out, who could?

Lancelot watched on.

You put your hand on the cross. In an instant, you found your consciousness gradually blurring. Subsequently,

You saw your wife crying while looking at your tombstone;

You saw your King sighing that she had lost one of her most excellent knights;

You saw your wife remarrying someone else...

"No!"

In an instant, you let go of the hand holding the cross.

Lancelot...

Ahem, it's not that I can't pull it out! I'm just worried that if I leave, the King will be sad. Yes, that's it!

Lancelot returned to his original position without saying a word. Seeing Lancelot fail, Percival on the side walked up.

He put his hand on the cross. He just exerted some force, and the cross began to shake violently. And just at the moment Percival was about to pull the cross out, he heard the voice of his Anglides in his mind:

"Percival, are you really going to abandon me and leave?"

"No!"

Percival shouted, and then firmly let go of the hand holding the cross.

Percival, failed.

"Percival failed too? It seems this Holy Grail can really only be obtained by Galahad."

Lin Ye also understood. This sword-pulling process was actually a process of questioning one's heart. As long as you have weaknesses in your heart, you cannot pull the sword out.

No wonder only Galahad, the purest knight, could pull the sword out.

Galahad also walked up. He put his hand on the cross, and the cross shook again. He succeeded; he was about to succeed!

At this most critical moment, you suddenly kicked Lancelot in the butt. Lancelot staggered and fell directly onto Galahad's back. His hand subconsciously hugged Galahad!

Hmm???

In front of Lancelot, two options appeared at this moment:

Facing Galahad who was about to leave, you choose:

Option 1: Call his name, tell him you love him, and persuade him not to leave.

Option 2: Say sorry, and then tell him to take care.

"I choose..." Lancelot thought for a moment. He remembered his previous conversation with Lin Ye. He understood that this was his last chance to win back his son.

Although a son is not as cute as a daughter, he is his own bloodline after all.

"I choose one."

As Lancelot's choice ended, the scene also changed.

Galahad was about to pull out the cross, but Lancelot's hug made his hand pause. This was the warmth of fatherly love he had never felt before. Listening to his father's words, he felt his hand holding the cross tremble slightly.

"Give him a chance."

Galahad sighed, then let go of the hand holding the cross. He turned around and looked at Lancelot in front of him. At this moment, Lancelot also hugged his son, whom he hadn't hugged since he was born, tightly.

"In this way, the junior won't leave either. The Knights of the Round Table are all together; I'm really great."

Lin Ye watched this scene with satisfaction. He truly felt that this father and son had let go of their knots.

"So... what about the Holy Grail?"

As Galahad failed, you also sighed to Joseph that the Holy Grail didn't belong to you. Just as you were preparing to leave, Joseph suddenly called you back.

"Wait, you haven't tried yet?"

"Me? Are you kidding? How can I do it?"

Lin Ye knew himself too well.

No one knows better than himself what kind of person he is. Ascend to heaven without desire to see Jesus? Isn't going home and hugging Artoria a hundred times better than this? ===== CHAPTER 121 =====