In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

'No, didn't the intelligence say that Rosen had only been fighting with the barbarians for a few months? How does it feel that the relationship is unusual? '

She looked at Mordred, who was squatting beside him like a tigress, and always felt a little weird.

Not like a lover, not like a master and slave, and not even a friend, Nero thought for a long time but couldn't answer, so he had to change the subject dully.

"Rosen, I came to you today to discuss something serious. Just last night, a battle broke out in the Karius area. More than [-] people, including Yu's guards, were murdered! Among them... ..." Nero clenched his fists, and his momentum became fierce.

"The vast majority are civilians! The attackers killed all living creatures within [-] meters!"

Strange to say, this tyrant attaches great importance to civilians, and this indiscriminate way of killing pissed her off.

Rosen finally confirmed his conjecture from Nero, but it was extremely strange to hear such indiscriminate killing.

"Is this year's Assassin so strong? Can it be expanded from the assassination mystery??"

The secret of infiltrating is indeed to kill all witnesses, but it doesn't mean that all innocent people are killed, even a dog is not spared.

After all, Assassin is also in the order camp, so he is not afraid to raise his head to see the man of the mountain if he kills innocent people so indiscriminately?

"There is a problem, this is not Assassin's style." Rosen touched his chin, raised his head and asked, "Did the on-site investigation find any clues?"

"Yes, after comparing the files, the Augustus Agency can basically determine the magic power fluctuations of Hassan the Cursed Wrist and Hassan the Hundred Faces!"

"It turned out to be the magic power fluctuation file...this is the conclusive evidence." Rosen had nothing to ask, every heroic spirit that appeared would be captured by the magic power fluctuation.

Baimao is okay to say, after all, the last battle in the underground tavern left too many traces. As for the curse wrist, he can only attribute it to the sharing of intelligence between countries.

Since there are really two Hassans, Rosen has no choice but to consider Assassin's position and directly use force against a country. These mountain people are also idle.

Full of doubts, he lit another cigarette, and asked lightly, "It seems like you've really torn your face. Nero, what are you going to do?"

"Of course, arrest these little thieves and hang them in the square! Hehe, Yu is not easy to mess with!" The tyrant stood up angrily, walked towards the door, turned his head and said, "Come with Yu to see the scene !The festival is coming soon, we have to catch them quickly!"

Rosen, who was already a little skeptical, of course wished for it, and after winking at Mordred, he immediately followed.

Assassins appeared in the city, and the protection of the head of state by the Roman government had reached its peak. There was a long line of vehicles parked in front of the hotel, with infantry chariots at the front and back, and a crimson car in the center.

The two were used to the solemnity of the British black official car, but they were not used to this tyrant's personalized car. Mordred curled his lips and showed disdain.

Where is this the emperor's special car?It's almost as good as sitting on an idol!

"Stop complaining, Nero has this personality, get in the car." Rosen put his hand on the bear's head and rubbed it, making the latter's casually tied golden ponytail even more messy.

Normally, Mordred would definitely avoid it, but now she seemed to enjoy it very much, and glanced at Nero beside him by the way.

It seems to be showing off, but Nero, who is full of self-confidence, doesn't like her at all, and even sees something.

For some reason, Luo Sen's current image overlaps with that of Uncle Caligula, and the tyrant suddenly heaved a sigh of relief, pointing at the flamboyant car and laughing: "This is Yu Huali's car! No matter how long you sit, fart| My butt won't hurt~~~"

Well, so now you can choose to ride steps...

Rosen was also speechless about this genius, so he had to pull Mordred into the car.

No matter how arrogant Assassin is, he will never attack a head of state. This is the patent of the king of the mountain. Before his arrival, no Hassan would dare to take the job of the boss.

Mordred, who was sitting in the front row, was surprisingly well-behaved now, and Rosen didn't bother to take the time to appease her. Instead, he looked out the window, paying attention to the emotions of the citizens from the perspective of a bystander.

It was still so happy, the game competition that Xiongzi participated in had already reached the monthly championship finals, and the publicity team saw the team stop to salute, without the slightest sense of tension when the chaos came.

Half of this calmness is due to the high efficiency of the Roman government, and the other half is due to Nero's cohesive hearts.

"Sure enough, even if the faces are the same, the means of ruling the country are completely different."

Rosen looked at the girl beside him, and smiled after comparing with the King of Knights.

He doesn't know which is better, but he prefers Nero's method. Humanity has lost most of its population since the arrival of monsters. As long as the people can live happily, what if tomorrow is the end of the world?

Fighting to the end is always miserable. Rosen doesn't want to involve ordinary people. Population is everything. What's the point of winning by spending millions of lives?It's like Britain defeated Scotland, but couldn't even gather the immigration team.

Time flies quickly after falling into philosophical thinking. The convoy has already passed the first checkpoint. The noodle man is not as rigorous as the British style. When the guard post on the road sees a dark red car, they don't even bother to check the documents and let them go.

The three checkpoints in a row followed the gourd drawing, which made the team move extremely fast. When Rosen looked up, he found that the destination had actually arrived.

This is a very common area in the city of Rome. The surrounding buildings are less than five stories high. The wide main road has been cut off. In addition to various military and police vehicles, there are also some large trucks on the road. Some white shrouds were carried out from the alleys. Throw it in a truck and take it away.

The emperor's convoy drove straight to the entrance of the alley before stopping. A dozen people lined up beside the car. Apart from the guards who came to collect the corpse, there were also some mysterious people in black priestly uniforms standing quietly.

These weirdos were immediately noticed by Rosen. The magic power fluctuations emanating from them were not surprising, but the uniforms made Rosen feel more and more familiar.

Priest uniform... Priest... Emiya Kiritsugu?wrong!It's Kotomine Kirei!

Lawson's expression changed when he thought of a certain priest from Emiya Kiritsugu, and then he smiled wryly. It turned out that their uniforms were [-]% similar to the priest's, no wonder...

It's been a pleasure today.

PS: Ask for a monthly pass!

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It has been more than ten years since Rosen came to this world, and he has been to most countries. He is sure that there are no such weird things as the Magic Association, the Holy Church, and the Twenty-Seven True Ancestors in this world, so he dared to spoof The name 'Clock Tower'.

I don't know if it's a coincidence or something, the world line is getting tighter and tighter, the magician's prelude has just played, and I saw the familiar uniform again in Rome.

There are many strange things in the world, or Rosen himself is the strangest thing, and he doesn't bother to think about it, keeping a solemn expression.

At this time, the Guards beside the car took a step forward, opened the door and stood straight and shouted:

"To His Majesty the Emperor—"