The Missionary of the Second Dimension

The eyes that occupied almost half of the cheeks revealed a strange light under the reflection of the headlights.

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"Did this guy wait here on purpose?" Zhai Nan muttered to himself when he saw that cheek that he could never forget once he saw it.

"Master, the opposite should be Caster, will you meet him if you stop?" Arturia sensed the servant's aura on this person, and combined with the previous job descriptions, he guessed this in an instant. person's identity.

"No, you sit still, our job agent will run over you." Zhai Nan said calmly, and then stepped on the accelerator.

Esther huddled in Zhai Nan's arms and hugged Zhai Nan's back, while the others fixed themselves. Although they didn't know why they didn't stop, whoever had the steering wheel now was the boss.

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"Bam—!"

Facing the police car that speeded up instantly within a short distance, Caster did not avoid it, and was directly hit by the speeding police car and flew into the sky.

"Boom! Boom!"

Afterwards, the caster rolled uncontrollably in mid-air for several times, hit the ground and bounced several times in a row, and finally stopped.

"Why did you hit it directly?" Fujimaru Tatsuka complained, just now she hit her head again, and it hurt like hell.

"I just don't want to see that guy." Zhai Nan stepped on the brakes to slow down, and then parked the car on the side of the road. "You wait here first, I'll be right back."

After speaking, he put Esther hanging on his body on the seat, and walked out by himself.

"Do you need my help?" Arturia asked.

"No, it's best for you to stay here. If you go out, things may become more troublesome." After Zhai Nan finished speaking, he walked towards the back.

As a follower, the steel tools made by modern technology naturally did not cause any harm to him, and some of them were only soiled.

"I have been waiting for you for a long time, my holy lady."

The man smiled, not at Zhai Nan, but bowed deeply to the car parked in front.Moreover, there is a bit of expectation and a bit of excitement in the tone. .

Chapter 33 Master, can I hack him to death?

Gilles-de-Lays, who was the supreme military commander of France during his lifetime, was born in France in 1405. He was a nobleman and had his own fief.

However, after Joan was captured and later executed as a witch, he suffered a great mental blow, and retreated to the territories of Mashkule and Tiforge to study alchemy, hoping to use blood to discover alchemy. The secret of the technique.

Because of this, he tortured more than [-] children to death. After the incident was exposed, he was executed as a matter of course.

In Fate's world view, he is also the most important figure who later brought Joan of Arc out of the shadows.

His final tragic fate has a fundamental relationship with Joan of Arc's death, and he is extremely obsessed with Joan of Arc, and thus brought into the modern Holy Grail War.

The current "[-]" can be said to have nothing to do with the former Marshal of France. What he has is only his hatred for human beings and his unchanging love for Joan of Arc.

so.It is naturally impossible for Zhai Nan to keep such a perverted guy.

However, in the bottom of my heart, I was a little glad that this guy hadn't met the real Joan of Arc.

Otherwise, given Hei Zhen's current situation, he might have taken this guy into his own hands.

Zhai Nan didn't want to see such a pervert haunting his home.

"Although Arturia and Joan of Arc look alike, they can't be mistaken, right?" Zhai Nan knew that Jill's mood was already very unstable.

One of the most interesting things in fate is that many female protagonists have a similar saber face. If Joan of Arc and Artoria are asked to change their hairstyles, ordinary people may not be able to identify who is who.

"The saint I am looking for, I have been looking forward to your resurrection, I have been looking forward to the day when I can meet you again, I came here for this purpose, Joan of Arc!"

Jill ignored Zhai Nan, but walked step by step in the direction of the police car parked in front.

Moreover, when he advanced to a certain distance, he knelt on the ground, as respectful as a courtier meeting the king.

It was because he knew that the Joan of Arc he was looking for was in this car, so he didn't shoot at his car.

Otherwise, with his power as a follower, he could twist that fragile car into a mass of scrap metal in an instant.

"Artoria, that pervert seems to be looking at you." Irisviel, who was sitting in the belly of the car, saw Jill kneeling on the ground through the rear window. She naturally heard about Joan of Arc and Jill. Said.

"I don't know who this person is, but it would be too rude for him to take me as Miss Joan of Arc." Arturia was dissatisfied. She was the king of Britain and could mistake herself for France. Saintess, what kind of look is this?

"I have heard about Jill, she is a very tragic character." Matthew said.

"But he is not worthy of sympathy. He is one of the heroes I least want to come to Chaldea..." Fujimaru Tachika said with an uneasy expression.

Now being entangled by such a troublesome guy, if there is no fight next time, it will definitely not be terminated.

Facing such a pervert | who admitted the wrong person, Arturia got out of the car with a sword in hand.

"You've got the wrong person, I'm not Joan of Arc at all."

"No...impossible... woo woo woo..."

It didn't take long for Jill, who had seen Arturia walk down, to be happy before hearing the shocking words from her mouth.

Then, as if he had experienced the most tragic experience in the world, he choked up with extreme sadness, grabbed his hair with dry hands, and his expression changed from a smile to an abnormally distorted and hideous one.

Just from this moody point of view, it is enough to understand that this is a dangerous guy.

"Didn't you think that you who were resurrected not only lost your memory, but also lost your mind? What a sigh, how persistent, how merciful, God! Why did you impose such an unfair punishment on my saint!"

Like a lunatic, he kept beating the ground with his hands, and the black robes that blended with the night were scattered on the ground. Jill couldn't help crying and sighing.