In This Future World Full of Heroic Spirits

"It's nothing, I just saw from the report that Bedivere handed over, Lord Rosen seems to have been traveling around the world. Because of government affairs, I rarely go abroad, so I'm a little interested in your experience."

King Arthur asked very directly and did not go around in circles.

Considering that MI[-] is not all idiots, Rosen didn't dare to lie, and could only say vaguely: "Actually, I haven't traveled for two years, and I haven't visited many countries. If it's interesting... monsters. It doesn't seem funny."

"Is that so, what did your Excellency do before you travel? If you can compete with a real heroic spirit, you must have outstanding strength."

"It's a prize, that's because Jack the Ripper didn't use the Noble Phantasm." Rosen is very modest. The biggest difference between half-heroic spirits and heroic spirits is that they don't have Noble Phantasms, so there is no word of competition.

"As for the trip, I was busy going back and forth between Huaxia and Neon, and there was nothing to say."

"Have you experienced the magic tide that swept across Asia and America five years ago?" King Arthur put down his teacup and said the point.

Even in the extreme west, she was deeply impressed by the monster frenzy. It is no exaggeration to say that the monsters faced by Britain this time are not even worthy of shoes. You must know that even the upper-level heroic spirits died in that frenzy. America, which had just recovered a little bit of vitality, was completely cool.

Fortunately, the magic tide was finally eliminated, and the heroic spirits who participated in the decisive battle kept silent about the situation. She just heard some rumors that she didn't even believe.

Beating the audience violently, tearing up Heroic Spirits with hands, it really makes people laugh.

Under the gaze of King Arthur's blue eyes, Rosen buried his head and played with the teacup. After a while, he laughed dumbly and said, "Your Majesty, do you think I can participate at this level?"

He looked very helpless, coupled with the magic power that was not weak but definitely not strong, it was very convincing.

"That's right, you are indeed not qualified to participate in the battlefield where even the upper-level heroic spirits will fall." King Arthur shook his head, also feeling that he thought too much.

However, the corner of Rosen's mouth twitched. Although the king has changed a lot, his emotional intelligence needs to be improved. He speaks too straight and is too easy to offend people.

He was not angry, he raised his head and drank the tea: "Your Majesty, if there is nothing else, I will leave first, thank you for your hospitality today."

"Oh, it's nothing, Bedivere will send Lord Rosen off." Without saying anything, King Arthur seemed to be indifferent, nodded slightly to Rosen, turned and left the dining room.

"This way, Rosen." Bedwell may be used to the king's straight-forward style, and he didn't care much, and took Rosen out of the palace from the same way.

It was already night time. It snowed in London a few days ago. The trees on both sides of the road and the roofs were covered with white snow. In addition, the thick fog at night made people feel uncomfortable instinctively.

Rosen, who was sitting in the back row, seemed to close his eyes and rest in peace, but in fact he focused all his attention on the sea of ​​consciousness, forming a projection.

Mordred really didn't seem to be entangled, and was playing the game attentively. Rosen was relieved at first, looked at the screen attentively, and immediately froze again.

It's not a fighting game or football. Looking at the beautiful girl in the school uniform and the option box below, he felt a familiar feeling.

Ga...Galgame?!

Looking at the boy's interest, Rosen couldn't help thinking deeply.

Is the bear child an adult?It seems that the body is grown up, but the mental age is not yet, but there is no harm in playing occasionally, it is a contact with human emotions.

He didn't think of 'love', he just instinctively wanted Mordred to grow up, so enriching emotions was also a step in growth.

Thinking of this, Rosen looked away, but the moment he looked at the note, the name of the game appeared on the screen, which was very brief, with only the word "Father X".

It's a pity that Rosen didn't see it. He was staring intently at the words on the note, muttering in his heart: No, the task of investigating London has long been completed. Is there any other conspiracy besides the serial murder case?

Jack has surfaced. Even if his work is complete, it depends on the knights of the Round Table's ability to catch it. However, the words on the note have not been erased, and the chief countdown is still counting down.

It is Rosen's principle to do things with money and do what you can. He thinks that this Guda is aimed at himself in order to vent his dissatisfaction at the time.

Just as he was thinking, the note suddenly changed. Right under his nose, the word 'investigation' was crossed, and it was changed to 'destruction' at the bottom, and the punishment at the back also changed. An addition sign with the word 'pure' added to it.

After a moment of astonishment, Rosen roared up to the sky:

"Fuck, are you kidding me!"

The irritable voice echoed in the entire sea of ​​consciousness, causing a gust of wind in the sky. Mordred, who was concentrating on playing the game, shuddered, and hurriedly turned off the game console.

"Master, what happened!??" The bear boy was startled, as if he was caught by an adult for doing something bad.

"It's nothing, some bastard just made me angry!" Rosen gritted his teeth, turned his head to look at Mordred, saw that her face was a little reddened abnormally, and asked with a frown:

"What's wrong with you? Not feeling well?"

"No, it's just a little hot~~~" Mordred smiled dryly and fanned with his hand.

is it hot?Rosen looked suspiciously at the Sea of ​​Consciousness, which is always at a constant temperature.Fortunately, his attention was quickly diverted, staring at the garish note that was changed.

【Destroy the conspiracy in the City of London】

A very short sentence, but it is extremely difficult to do. Fortunately, Mordred can come to the world, and he is no longer afraid of Jack the Ripper in terms of strength.

But he is not optimistic. First, Mordred's relationship with the Knights of the Round Table after exposure, and secondly, is the conspiracy really just a murderer creating panic?He never dared to look down on monsters, such mentally retarded conspiracies were not their style.

Today's plan, only to start with Jack!

In the present world, Rosen's eyes suddenly opened, and he saw that the car had already left the warning area.

"parking."

"Ah? Here?" Bedivere in front was puzzled.

"If you eat a little too much, just treat it as Xiaoxiaoshi." Rosen's face was as usual.

He was right, according to the way of eating like Rosen and King Arthur, ordinary people would have bloated to death long ago, so Bedwell had no doubts and asked the driver to pull over.

Seeing Rosen get off the car, the silver-haired knight with a good personality kindly reminded:

"It's not very safe at night, try to go back as early as possible."

"The Knights of the Round Table are here, and I wish the killer would come out and die." Rosen made a reassuring gesture and walked slowly along the empty road.