Dragon Nation: Fujimaru-san is saving the world

Chapter 231 This is King Arthur's Pictograph Fist! ! (two in one)

The emperor returned from an expedition, and the imperial city was naturally full of cheers and salutes.

The students in class one and one in senior high greeted each other loudly as a form of etiquette. At this time, the guests queuing up outside the class and the customers in the classroom were naturally stunned on the spot, or they simply became equally fanatical. .

Some of these guests are the parents of the students. The older ones will not be as unbearable as the children, but they are just impressed by the girl's extraordinary temperament, thinking about the other party's family background, and questioning their own children when they go back. .

And the rest are basically people who knew Fujimaru Tachika already, for example, students from the junior high school of Shilan Middle School, who were invited to visit the directly affiliated universities—such as Lu Mingze or something.

This Lu Mingze is not Lu Mingze, but Comrade Lu Mingfei's cousin, the Prince of Shilan who is 1.6 meters tall and weighs 1.6 meters.

As I said before, Lu Mingze also admired the monitor of his cousin's class. With such a good opportunity as the campus festival, he couldn't bear his temper and came to enjoy it.

But the shout of the little fat man was swallowed up by the crowd, and Li Xiang didn't hear it, he just laughed and greeted the people around him, and then pushed Xia Mi's back to the seat specially asked to be vacated by the students in the class.

The back door of the class was locked, so Xia Mi entered from the front door, sat down and looked around, still a little surprised.

The students around seemed to be Tatsuka Fujimaru's classmates. Xia Mi thought that these were just npcs for making ends meet, but everywhere he saw, boys and girls had their hair combed and neatly ironed. Wearing straight black trousers and shiny black leather shoes lining his straight body, he behaves elegantly, rigorously and capable, more gentleman than a gentleman, more noble than an aristocrat.

This is the steward and the "deacon".

The word butler originated from the French "bouteillier", which originally meant "the person who holds the wine bottle".In the very beginning, butlers were gradually developed from cellar managers.During the Victorian era, the development of the British Empire reached its peak.

In order to show off their status, the nobles also required the deacons to have etiquette standards that surpassed the normal standards, and the result was that the aristocratic style of the deacons even surpassed the nobles themselves, becoming a characteristic of the times.

Shilan Middle School happens to be a noble school, and the nobles are cultivated by letting nobles pretend to be nobles to show off. Although it is a mouthful, there is an inexplicable sense of irony.

Xia Mi likes it very much.

Looking around, the original classroom space has been completely vacated, and the tables and chairs have been cleared to the warehouse. There are about ten dining tables in the center of the classroom, more than half of which are used to receive guests, and a small part of the space is used by others. I don't know what to do with the white curtains.

The original marble floor is covered by a night sky-colored carpet, and the touch of the rebound when the upper is stepped on is even a bit high-end.

The surrounding ornaments are very particular, basically composed of oily black and pure white.

Except that the podium was covered by a white curtain, and the color of the flame was outlined with an orange paintbrush, like a huge stove, burning gently with relaxing light and heat.

On the blackboard is the pictorial with the same handwriting. The painting style is exquisite and delicate, and the text is neatly arranged with detailed outlines. The gentle brushstrokes are not difficult to associate with the white and soft hands of the painter, and the frowning willow eyebrows when pouring the work wholeheartedly .

"It looks good. The president of the literature club in our class did it well. She is a very powerful girl." Seeing Natsumi's attitude, Fujimaru Lixiang leaned into Xia Mi's ear and whispered, pointing to the girl in the distance by the way. Chen Wenwen's back.

The literary girl was taking orders for the guests, and the girl's back, which was slightly bent because of her habit of lying on the table and reading, was now stretched straight.

The fair face that doesn't see the sun very much is even more sickly white at this moment, which is caused by nervousness and discomfort. His fingers involuntarily grabbed the edge of the pockets of the black trousers, and his fingertips turned white.

Probably the so-called "weak energy" system?

Try to overcome the incompatibility in your heart, even if you can't get rid of the weakness on your face, but it also adds a little "personality", and the guests are satisfied with it.

After all, this is not a professional deacon house, but closer to a maid cafe with a deacon’s skin. No, since this is showing the characteristics of a “Japanese school festival”, it needs Japanese culture, not so much a deacon as a Cowherd.

For Cowherd, human design is the primary productive force.

Fujimaru Tachika is very satisfied with Chen Wenwen's performance.

"Come here, Junior Sister Xia Mi, let's order~" The girl turned her head cheerfully, her face not tense, just now when others cheered for her, she smiled back, which was a kind of emotional reciprocity.

But Xia Mi was not satisfied with Lixiang's performance.

Not only because Lixiang smiled back at the audience around her, but also because she praised Chen Wenwen very much.

Although only a few hours have passed, Xia Mi's mentality has undergone a huge change.

From temptation to ambiguity, from ambiguity to cooperation, from cooperation to relaxation of requirements, from relaxation of requirements to robbery.

In countless myths, dragons have a strong desire to plunder and possess, especially for golden jewels, mines, or princesses in castles.

In short, dragons are probably fat tigers. ()

So, Miss Fat Tiger, who had a different mentality, viciously knocked on the table like an elder seeing an ignorant junior, and said in a deep voice.

"Fujimaru-senpai, do deacons always talk like this?"

"Ugh?"

Fujimaru Tachika was puzzled, but Natsumi smiled innocently and pressed her step by step. "Although I know that my senior will be popular no matter what she is good-looking, but if I don't even make a personal setting, I will be too confident."

This girl speaks viciously.

Fujimaru Tachika had a sense of fear of being scolded by Jackie Chan as a little fresh meat after entering the set with a smile, "I'm begging for my face, right?"

"I was wrong." Knowing mistakes and being able to correct them is one of the good qualities of girls, and is often praised by teachers in Chaldea.

So she raised her head stubbornly, her eyes piercing the eyes of the elementary school girl in front of her.

"So, Xia Mi primary school girl, which style do you want?"

"ん?"

This time it was Xia Mi's turn to be puzzled.

Can this still be picked?

"We are not a traditional deacon shop, of course we can choose." Fujimaru Tateka nodded first, seeing through the girl's inner thoughts almost telepathically, and then showed it in another way. "For example—"

Suddenly, a stream of heat rose from the girl's body, as if her battle energy had turned into a phantom, as if the wind king's enchantment was unfolding, sweeping everything.

The girl became serious in a rare way.

Next, what she wants to display is the ultimate martial art that she has fully learned in the Chaldean period and practiced to the state of Dzogchen! !whose name is—

The hair swayed under the invisible airflow for a while, and the girl bent down at that moment, slowly lowering the altitude——

"Miss."

That voice was different from the usual ones. It was the voice of a handsome guy who was unsurpassed through the ages. It gurgled like running water, and there was a hoarse wave at the end, as if the warm fingertips were rubbing against the girl's face. The blue pupils were clear and bright, reflecting with their own light.

"You are so warm."

The prince spoke softly.

"It reminds me of the gentle and peaceful sunny place in the distant time. Ahh. If I can be your strength, please use me without any scruples."

All kinds of martial arts!

This is the King Arthur Pictograph Fist!

And at that moment, hot streams gushed from his nostrils, Xia Mi covered most of his face, and his mood changed drastically.

No worries! ?
use? !
How to use it without any scruples!

The colored woman swallowed her saliva!
The clothes on the prince's body are not the black of the deacon, but the noble white, the silver that symbolizes power, and the love that the heir to the throne must ride a white horse and run with himself even if he sacrifices himself.

Xia Mi gasped.

"What? Not satisfied?"

The girl frowned.

Mr. Arthur's template doesn't work?

So picky!

The girl had no choice but to feel that the enemy was difficult, and immediately changed the lineup.

Under Xia Mi's concerned eyes, she suddenly lowered her head, and then raised her head abruptly. This time, the movement was very large. Under the inertia and wind resistance, the originally stylish hair was messed up, and some parts were still attached to the skin. On the ground, there is a sense of desolation and brokenness.

But more than that, the girl suddenly slightly contracted the muscles near the cheekbones, making her already gentle face tense, making her more mature and haggard, adding a touch of numbness and worry.

She lowered her eyes.

"Master, I'm very sorry, can you please stand behind me?"

Ugh?Why?
"If my back is my only weakness, then I hope that standing behind me will be you, even if you will stab my back with a sword in the future, I think that will be a good end." Girl Calm-faced, but gentle as if the Irish grasslands inhabit those crystal-like pupils.

Siegfried you? !

Don't remind people of some bad memories suddenly!
Well, it's just a little exciting.
Xia Mi sniffed, his head was dizzy and he couldn't speak.

At this time, Fujimaru Tachika was finally a little moved.

what?
Sorry sir? !you--

Ok?
I'm sorry. Siegfried. I'm sorry.. Mr. Qi?
Pfft. Tell Mr. Siegfried next time
Cough cough cough!Having said that, I didn't expect that King Arthur and Siegfried couldn't take you down!

Neither can dragons, nor can dragon slayers.
Who else can I use, Astolfo? !
Fujimaru Tachika tried hard to recall what Astolfo and herself would say on Valentine's Day——

[For me now, you are the king!I offer you my sincere loyalty and the spice called love!To make your heart beat endlessly dizzy! 】

【Gift?The gift is me! 】

Ah this won't work.

Will be warned by various big figures?
Just when Fujimaru Tachika was still thinking about further releasing the restriction of charm, Natsumi finally held back the liquid that was accidentally secreted——

It's in the nose.

She said with some urgency:

"Cough cough cough, anyway, let's order first." She cooperated with Fujimaru Tateka and deliberately made an aristocratic gesture.

"That's not a problem, but Missy, have you decided which person to use? Oh, please don't pity me. Although I haven't used this skill for a long time, I still have a lot of skills that I haven't used. What neighbors? Boy, brother next door, aunt next door, mother's friend, sister's friend, friend's mother, friend's older sister, older sister's mother—"

"How many sisters and mothers are there?! Are you Korean? And your sister's mother is your own mother, right?! What are you going to do to your own mother?!"

It's almost like the fierce and hot complaints about someone's eyes in Gintama broadcast on TV TOKYO every Tuesday at 19:00.

After breaking the merits, Xia Mi shook his hand in distress.

"No need, senior sister, just keep to yourself and don't look at me like that. I'm very sorry that I was mean-spirited. I shouldn't have asked for any character design from the beginning. Red bean paste is private and Masai Daddy West University .”

In order to show sincerity, Xia Mi spoke Lixiang's native dialect, which was very standard, with the addition of honorifics.

Fujimaru Tachika was slightly frustrated.

Not for comedians, for Li himself, imitation shows are something engraved in his bones.

Whether it's the boss's drinking party, whether it's an after-school cram school party, or a gala, or a graduation ceremony, as long as it is related to "party", "imitation show" is a skill that must be tasted.

What's more, as the master of Chaldea, how can I fail in this regard? !
Dao Xin fell, so the girl pouted and said reluctantly.

"Hey~~~ Then let's use the super annoying mourning style. What do you want to eat? We have [Piaochun Sticky Magic Omurice] here." The girl pointed to the menu, and there was a look at it. It looks like a physical picture found on the Internet as a display.

"Oh, how is it?" Xia Mi asked curiously.

"Add diced onion and a little chicken to stir-fry, and finally pour in tomato sauce and stir well, and cover it with a smooth egg made from raw eggs." Fujimaru Tachika answered very professionally and academically.

"Oh—" Xia Mi sighed. "Isn't that just an ordinary omurice?"

"It's an ordinary omurice."

The girl answered immediately.

You should be ashamed, Xia Mi thought.

The girl scratched her head and pointed to another picture in the menu that looked quite dreamy.

"What about this 【Unicorn's Dreamy and Cute Shiny Omurice】?"

"You may not have thought of it—" the girl said with an enthusiastic introduction, "but it is actually fried with diced onions and a little chicken, and finally poured tomato sauce and stir well. Egg-covered—"

"It's just an ordinary omurice, right?"

Xia Mi frowned and rushed to answer.

"It's an ordinary omurice."

Fujimaru Tachika nodded upon hearing this, while Natsumi squinted her eyes unavoidably.

"Then this [Oyster Mochi Oyster Dark and Cute Omurice]."

"Added inside—"

"Ordinary omurice, right?"

"Yes."

"Are they all the same omurice?!" Xia Mi patted the table. "Not only that! Since just now, I haven't heard any sound about frying in the wok! There is no sound of oil or sizzling! Where are the gas stoves?"

The girl pointed to the curtain behind her and asked.

"This curtain has been suspicious from the beginning. You have closed the back door. There is no cook in that corner, only microwave ovens and refrigerators for frozen food!"

"Haha." The girl smiled cheerfully, tilting her head and said.

"I don't quite understand what you mean."

Where are the elements that I don't understand? !Takeshi Tomizawa are you!
Xia Mi couldn't complain anymore, only a long sigh.

"Okay, so what kind of meal would you like to order, miss?"

“Omelet rice is good”

"What kind?"

The girl took a deep breath.

"Which one is the same?! There is no need to ask!"

Accompanied by the girl's fragmented voice, Tatsuka Fujimaru walked towards the "kitchen" position, and it didn't take long for Xia Mi who was in the position to clearly hear the "ding" sound of the microwave oven being adjusted.

Wait, doesn't that mean that even the "inside with diced onion and a bit of chicken for stir fry" part is fake?
It took a few seconds for him to realize that Xia Mi, who was leading him by the nose, covered his face and rubbed him up and down a few times.

She suddenly had a terrible conjecture.

I just planned to make a little effort to conquer Fujimaru Tachika seriously, but I was forced by him to become a Tucao slave. Is this kind of coincidence too extraneous?
Is it
this is
Played?

According to my rank?
Xia Mi gritted her teeth and shook her head.

impossible.

Absolutely impossible!
　ps: The lines are not what I thought, they are all original lines of fgo.

　　Maybe I can come up with a shameful line in my head, but I don't want to think about it even if I die! (punch)
　　
　
(End of this chapter)