Black-haired Knight King of Chaldea

第114章 再遇新岛八重2
"Well, we meet again."

Feeling that Niijima Yae is a little difficult to get close to, Yagi Yusai thought for a while, and threw the words to Boudica, who was full of maternal glory like her sister.

Hearing him turn the topic to his own side, he already understood his little thoughts in his heart.Boudica stepped forward and said with a smile, "We meet again."

"Ok?"

Although Niijima Yae sensed something was wrong from the way these two people spoke, he didn't pursue it further.After all, although she and Boudica belong to the medical team, they are not followers of the same era, nor are they friends, at most they are colleagues.There is no need to make irresponsible remarks on your colleagues' circle of friends.

Boudica has a kind feeling towards the servants who are related to Britain. After Yagi Yusai finished telling her own story that day, Boudica was greatly moved. She was already quite emotional. I always felt that his fate was rough and not easy.After hearing him say that he was dragging his half-dead body but was able to fuse with the followers, he was both surprised and happy for him.

Because of this, it is clear that the holy sword in his hand is indeed the most famous holy sword in Britain. At the same time, because he did not have much contact with that servant, this sword cannot release the most authentic sword. The most powerful look.

Boudica always felt sorry for him.But seeing that his spirit is still cheerful, it is somewhat comforting in my heart.

After casually chatting with her a few words about homework, Yagi Yukisai naturally changed the topic to Niijima Yae.

Both she and Boudica were servants summoned by Emperor Nero.

Niijima Yae's life experience is very wonderful. As a woman, her life can be said to be a legend.She has joined the army, carried a gun, once held a big knife and carried an iron cannon to patrol the night, and once wore white clothes to save lives and heal the wounded.This kind of perseverance reminds people of Joan of Arc, and some people have connected her with another [army nurse] [steel white coat] and call her Japan's Nightingale.

As an archer, she responded to the summons, and she had a feeling that... um... fit the description in the textbook.

That kind of resolute and courageous, and will not hide your feelings, if you don't like it, you will show it on your face, which is very different from the Japanese's attitude of hiding your emotions and smiling faces, and your tone is slightly unfriendly, and your gestures will not Very polite.

Surprisingly, however, it doesn't feel particularly annoying.

Sure enough, it is because...

"She's a beauty."

Yes, the world is so unfair.To be handsome is to be able to do whatever you want.Yagi Xuesai has always believed in this - because if according to this theory, he actually belongs to the exploiting class rather than the exploited class, of course he doesn't care, and he is willing to promote this stuff.

When Niijima Yae heard his emotion, she was speechless, turned her head, and stared at him: "Let me tell you, it's pointless to have frivolous thoughts about the appearance of medical staff."

There was deep helplessness in her tone, her brows were furrowed, she didn't know if it was a threat, she turned the iron cannon on her shoulder with one hand, turned it back and forth, playing with it like a short sword in her palm.

No matter how you look at it, it's a demonstration, right?

It seems that Yae Niijima is called the villain of Meiji, and it is estimated that there is a lot of connection with this attitude.

Thinking of this, Yagi Xuesai always felt that his whole body was clever, and his physical condition was much better.

No way, Arthur Pendragon is the red dragon of Britain. In the legends of later generations, he is the incarnation of the dragon, and because of the legend, he has acquired dragon-related attributes.The most exaggerated among them is the throbbing heart in his chest.The heart of the dragon that can gain a lot of magical power just by breathing.

A Servant is a collection of magic power. Conversely, as long as it is not a fatal wound, any wound can be filled with magic power.

Naturally, Yagi Xuesai recovered quickly from his injuries.

I chatted with the two of them a few more times, and it seemed that other arenas had also decided the winner one after another, and the two of them passed by as medical staff again.

Human beings can heal the injuries of ordinary gladiators.But for the injuries suffered by the followers, only the followers can do anything about it.

Before leaving, Boudica handed him a simple-looking basket covered with a white cloth, no matter how you looked at it, it was a "lunch box" in everyone's general impression.

"You are Japanese, so I asked Yae about Japanese customs, come on."

Boudica didn't make it too clear. After all, this is Rome. In front of so many Romans around, encouraging people to overthrow Emperor Nero is not looking for trouble.So she passed vaguely.

Yagi Xuezhai hugged the bamboo basket, felt that there was a little heat in it, probably it was a bento box, felt warm in his heart, and quickly thanked him.

After watching the two leave, they shifted their gaze to the arena and found that the battle between Alexander and Mordred was at its climax.

Judging from the attributes of the two alone, Mordred has the upper hand.After all, Alexander was summoned as a young man, and his combat strength was still a little insufficient. Whether it was muscle strength or durability, he was not as good as Mordred, and the agility of the two was not far behind.

Holding the dagger in his hand, Alexander's fiery red braids were thrown behind his head, and with the rapid pace of attack, a red lightning-like light flickered.

The leather sole under his feet stomped down hard with the tendency of crushing the ground, and with the force of recoil, his body rushed directly towards Mordred.

The opponent did not show weakness, Mordred put his sword in his left hand, and blocked his blow with the thick gauntlet on his right hand.Just as he was about to stab the sword in his left hand, Alexander nimbly stretched out his hand and grabbed her arm, like a horse vaulter. With a support on her arm, he jumped over her head!

Although Mordred looks like a weak woman, after all, in the legend, she is the illegitimate son of King Arthur, and the child of a lion must also be a lion.Like King Arthur, he is good at radiating magic power through his limbs to strengthen his strength. Such ample and wasteful usage can easily support the weight of an immature teenager.

Because she jumped over Mordred, the sword she stabbed in her hand missed the gap, but Alexander caught the gap for a moment. When he jumped over the head, he swung the sword in his hand, silver In a flash of light, a knife wound that was not deep and not shallow was left on the back of Mordred's neck!
With a thud, Alexander fell to the ground, rolled on the spot, and at the same time opened the distance, regained his fighting stance.

"Actually..."

Mordred turned around quickly, put the sword in front of his body, and touched the back of his neck with his free right hand, but through the armor, the palm of his hand didn't feel any touch, and the wound on the back of the neck was rubbed by rough metal. Painful, hot and cold.

"Tsk... Hahaha, it's quite fun! I'll fight with you!"

Unexpectedly, Mordred laughed, and grasped the big sword with both hands, and the red magic power burst out like thunder.

"Next, I won't follow your wish! Little man!"

Hearing her blunt speech, Alexander also smiled, and said, "You are not much taller than me if you are talking about a small person. However, I still have room to grow. As an adult, I am two meters tall~"

He easily made a provocative speech, and he could almost confirm the blue veins popping out of Mordred's head.

"Who do you say can't grow up!!"

(End of this chapter)