After unlocking all CGs, a Type-Moon girlfriend comes knocking.

Alvin couldn't help but ask.

"Come and sit for a while."

Morgan didn't answer, but just raised his hand to signal.

Alvin calmly walked over to her and sat down, glancing at the woman secretly again.

The slightly damp air seemed to be filled with a refreshing fragrance. The veiled woman had loose platinum-colored hair and a luxurious dress that dragged on the ground, like a blooming flower.

Her figure is graceful, with a silk ribbon around her waist outlining her waist that can be held in one hand. Her figure is well proportioned, and her proud and upright chest pushes up her clothes, revealing a hint of her fair skin.

A woman like this is already considered a stunning beauty even without looking at her face.

Alvin couldn't help but reach out and grab the hazy veil on Morgan's face and gently pull it.

Under the hazy white mist, a face of indescribable beauty came into view.

Her face is exactly the same as Artoria's, but Artoria's temperament is more "heroic" in daily life, while Morgan gives people the feeling of being unattainable and cold. However, her sexy figure like a witch is very imaginative and people can't help but be attracted to her.

She sat on the grass by the lake with one leg tilted to one side, her pair of white and plump legs faintly visible, her tender white feet painted with jelly-colored nail polish. At first glance, they looked like rare jade artifacts in the world, making people want to hold them in their palms and play with them, feeling their warmth.

"It's so beautiful."

Suddenly someone pulled off her veil. Morgan just looked up and stared at the boy, but suddenly heard him almost blurt out an exclamation of admiration.

The anger that had just surged in her chest was dissipated in an instant, her pupils shrank slightly, and a blush quickly and unconsciously appeared on her pretty face.

Although Sister Wang is usually aloof and cold, she is very beautiful, but gives people a feeling of being unattainable. When she is shy, she adds a bit of worldly air... In fact, she is more adorable when she is shy.

Alvin admired Morgan's beautiful appearance and couldn't help but admire her secretly in his heart.

No wonder Morgan le Fay was called a 'witch' by the nobles in the past. It's not just her personality... her figure and even her personality are very much like an alluring witch. Even though you know she is a rose with thorns, you still can't help but be attracted to her.

As if he noticed Alvin's gaze staring at him, Morgan took a deep breath and calmed himself down a little.

Then, a look of disdain appeared on her face. She glanced at the boy and said, "How boring... What you said just now can only fool girls who have little experience in love."

The problem is that your reaction now seems as if you have no experience in love... Alvin couldn't help but smile and reached out to hold Morgan's hand.

"you--"

Morgan glared at the boy in embarrassment and annoyance, subconsciously trying to push his hand away.

"Sister Wang is still as arrogant as ever."

Alvin laughed.

He reached his other hand towards Morgan's calf, moved it down, and gently poked the sole of her foot.

"Hmm~"

Morgan's delicate body trembled slightly, and a pleasant voice could not help but come out from her red lips, and her beautiful eyes suddenly became moist.

She raised her moist eyes and glared at Alvin, but her face, with its intoxicating blush, seemed harmless no matter how threatening she was.

Alvin ignored her and untied the high heel on one of her feet.

Her bare feet were as white as snow, and in the diffuse mist, the tender white insteps of her feet seemed to be stained with a few dewdrops.

"I think you want to die. There's no one here, so I'll sink you to the bottom of the lake!"

Morgan felt a little embarrassed.

If it were anyone else, their head would have been out of their body by now... But Morgan was completely helpless against Alvin and could only threaten him verbally.

However, Alvin was completely indifferent at this moment.

Among the women he knew, although each had her own characteristics, Alvin believed that he should be able to judge a person by his legs.

If Altria were to live in modern times, she would probably have the figure of a gym beauty.

As for Morgan le Fay... she gave people a more 'fragile' feeling, and her skin was slightly paler than Altria's. When you touched her, it felt like touching a piece of cool jade.

"Wait a minute...don't make me do it."

The domineering arrogance she had just shown seemed to soften a lot, and there was a hint of pleading in her voice.

Recalling Morgan's usual ruthless and venomous words, Alvin suddenly had an interesting idea in his mind. He tentatively said, "If you beg me, I might consider letting you go."

"Please? Have you forgotten who I am?"

Morgan sneered as if he had heard some funny joke.

She was the 'Lord of the Isle' of Britain, a witch feared by the nobles... and this guy actually asked her to beg him?

It's really interesting——

As soon as this thought flashed through her mind, her body suddenly tensed up, and Alvin's hands had climbed up her waist without her knowing.

Morgan's delicate body is so soft that even through her clothes, one can still feel the beautiful elasticity of her skin.

"you……"

Morgan seemed a little embarrassed and glared at the boy.

Seeing that he was still indifferent, she bit her lower lip lightly, lowered her head, and murmured softly, "Please... please."

Alvin then smiled contentedly and let her go.

Morgan glared at him and gritted his teeth, "I shouldn't have brought you here... I shouldn't have kept that thing for you."

Alvin looked curious: "What on earth are you talking about?"

Morgan gave him a cold look and snorted.

But she finally raised her right hand and snapped her fingers into the air.

A magical power spread out from Morgan, causing ripples on the lake in the distance.

Alvin's eyes moved slightly, staring at the rippling lake.

He could vaguely feel that beneath the lake... something seemed to be quietly emerging.

hum!

At this moment, a dazzling golden light suddenly appeared from the depths of the lake.

Alvin took a closer look, then quickly looked at Morgan with an extremely shocked expression, and subconsciously said: "Could this be..."

"A distant utopia."

Morgan straightened her slightly messy dress and said with a hint of charm in her voice, "You can also call it Avalon."

"Of course, it has another nickname."

She looked at Alvin and said quietly, "The scabbard of the Holy Sword."

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Chapter 179 Sister...are you going to betray me too?

The scabbard of the holy sword...?

Alvin's eyes subconsciously looked forward.

When the scabbard of the holy sword symbolizing 'Avalon' quietly emerged from the lake, a brilliant golden light seemed to dispel the mist by the lake and quietly fell.

Alvin looked closely and saw clearly the extremely complex and profound golden patterns woven on the scabbard of the holy sword, which was sacred and mysterious.

——Avalon, a distant utopia.

It is the scabbard of the Sword of Promised Victory. The holder can quickly heal himself from any injury and even stop the aging of the body.

Alvin was no stranger to this thing, because when he played this game in the past, he had witnessed the horror of the "scabbard" with his own eyes.

Unparalleled healing abilities, the ability to shield against all physical damage, and an absolute defense that even the five major magics cannot penetrate... This is the 'scabbard' of the holy sword.

only……

"Why is the scabbard here with you...?"

Alvin subconsciously looked at Morgan, somewhat incredulous.

"Before I left, the scabbard was already in my hand."

Morgan said this and explained a secret that happened back then.

When Morgan was planning to get rid of King Arthur, she already knew about the existence of the scabbard, and she also knew that as long as the scabbard was still there, Artoria could not be defeated.

He stole the scabbard and buried it in a lake in the palace. Only then did he launch the war between the red dragon and the white dragon that shocked Britain.

I didn’t expect that Sister Wang, with her thick eyebrows and big eyes, still had a hidden trick up her sleeve until the end... After hearing Morgan’s explanation, Alvin couldn’t help but look at the woman next to him strangely.

"Why don't you give her to Lily?"

Alvin asked.

The two sisters are not to the point of never speaking to each other again. After all, Morgan has now realized that her inner guess was correct.

"Do you think Lily doesn't know that the scabbard is missing?"

Morgan said calmly, "I mentioned this to her before, but she had no intention of accepting the scabbard."

"She thinks you'll need it more in the future."

Alvin was a British man when he was in Britain, but a 'modern man' when he was in the Clock Tower.

The White Dragon Heart certainly gave him immense magical power, but in a land where the Age of Gods had completely vanished, the scabbard might be of great help to him at a critical moment.

"What about you? You don't need it either?"

Alvin asked subconsciously.

"Like Lily, I am a Briton. I will perish in the coming Age of Gods, but you are different... The scabbard will surely be able to help you in the future."

Morgan's tone was extremely calm, as if he was saying something very ordinary.

Alvin looked at her subconsciously.

Her beautiful eyes, as quiet as amber, were bright and clear, as if without any emotion.

The love Morgan gives to others is always like this, quietly, secretly, and without asking for anything in return.

Although she knew that Britain would gradually collapse after the Age of Gods faded, her tone was remarkably calm, as if she had already prepared herself to face it all calmly.

"Didn't you realize that I asked you to come here just to give you this?"