Spearman's Fate

With the activation of the guiding circuit, Yingying's blue light appeared on the wound on Joan's side, and Lancer also had to say that his technique was very good just now, the incision of the wound was very smooth, even when her When the wound heals, you can't see the wound unless you look carefully.

He didn't really breathe a sigh of relief until the other party's wound was completely healed.

Chapter 55 The caster who hates to stabilize...

"By the way, why didn't you hide from me just now?"

Perhaps it was because the caster was killed and Joan of Arc's wounds had been healed. He even couldn't help asking a strange question, but Joan of Arc didn't answer Lancer's question directly. Qi stood up and asked Lancer a question.

"Then why did you stab me in the side instead of the chest?"

This question may seem complicated, but the answer is actually very simple—————

"Well, I don't know, I just feel that something is wrong. Although you may be a caster in disguise, there is indeed a possibility that you are real, so I finally decided to let you lose the ability to resist before deciding what to do , well, it’s time to answer my question, why don’t you hide?”

Facing Lancer's question, Joan just smiled.

"It's nothing, it's just that my instinct tells me that you won't kill innocent people indiscriminately, so I choose to believe you."

Looking at the indifferent smile on the other party's face, Lancer didn't know what to say for a while.

All along Lancer has been under unimaginable pressure from countless people, and this pressure stems from his understanding of the 'plot'.

Maybe for others these are nothing but unfounded worries, but in Lancer's view, it is an established reality, if he does not intervene, it will inevitably come true, and in order to change the future that he hates, he did not hesitate to choose to take the initiative to jump. Into the 'vortex' of worlds.

Even if he was bruised all over his body, even if he was misunderstood, he was still proud of it, but whenever he was alone in the dead of night, he would often feel a little touched,

Is Lancer's strength weak?

It depends on who you compare with, but he doesn't care, because his strength grows with his efforts every day, so he doesn't care too much about it, because he needs to work hard whether he cares or not.

So what is he missing?

It's simple, recognition and trust.

It is precisely because of this that he cherishes everyone who trusts him, and Lancer will repay them thousands of times.

And after experiencing the "scar" that had been gradually hidden in his heart just now, he also became extremely "fragile", and at this moment, the simple "trust" made him not know what to say for a while.

But at this moment——

"Cough cough~"

A light cough made Lancer nervous again, but fortunately what he saw was not the enemy, but Siegfried holding the 'Barumuk' in his hand.

"just……"

"I am always here."

The brief question and answer made the atmosphere at the scene extremely awkward...

But fortunately, there are always people in this world who like 'lively' to break this embarrassment.

"Crack~!"

The strange noise above his head made the somewhat embarrassed Lancer and the expressionless Siegfried look over together, and then Lancer's pupils dilated unconsciously, because he saw a person who should not be here.

"caster?!"

That's right, it's Shakespeare!

The green robe, the brown cloak draped over the shoulders, and the furious expression on the wall with one foot undoubtedly showed his presence to everyone.

"That's right! It's here~ I am very grateful to both of you for presenting us with such an interesting script~"

Faced with Lancer's exclamation, the other party bowed coquettishly, and what made Lancer even more displeased was that the other party's gratitude did not seem to be fake when he said these words, but he did not attack the other party , because the previous two consecutive failures have already explained one thing----the other party does not seem to be the main body every time it appears.

Although this is not in the opponent's treasure, the opponent should not take risks, but Lancer's ability to hold back does not mean that others can hold back.

There was no nonsense at all, and when the other party started to perform that 'clumsy' performance, he drew his sword and jumped into the air.

When Siegfried went to the "Sky Garden" together with Lancer, he received Gold's orders, one of which was—————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————— that if the caster on the red side can be eliminated first.

At this time, Shakespeare showed up unabashedly, so he would definitely not be polite, but this time the other party was not killed again, but a black figure suddenly jumped down from the air.

"Ding~!"

The sound of the blades clashing was extremely crisp, and it wasn't until then that everyone could clearly see who was blocking Siegfried's blow.

His pale hair was well combed, he was wearing a black priest's uniform, and the cross on his chest was extremely conspicuous, but what attracted the most attention was the dagger in the opponent's hand.

"Red Fang's assassin?"

Lancer's guess is not unreasonable, after all, the only one on the red side who hasn't shown up so far is assassin.

"Assassin?! NO~NO~ This is my master~"

Shakespeare's words made Lancer's expression more subtle. Although the man who is proficient in the "Venomous Snake Art" can even temporarily suppress the King of Knights who does not use the Noble Phantasm by relying on the strengthening of the caster, the smiling man in front of him no matter what It doesn't look like that kind of highly skilled person.

Mine Shiro couldn't help heaving a sigh of relief after blocking Siegfried's attack. After all, he was far inferior to the "dragon slaying hero" in front of him in terms of physical attributes and combat experience. The reason why the opponent didn't pursue was only because he seemed to be waiting for something.

"Everyone, this is the master of the caster. I should have chatted with you all, but this time I have something important to deal with, so I bid farewell to you first..."

After finishing speaking, the other party also bowed slightly to the crowd, then turned and left without hesitation, while Shakespeare, who had stepped on the guardrail with one foot, shrugged at the crowd with a disappointed face, then turned and left, but before leaving Don't forget to tease other people.

"I look forward to your coming again."

'This guy……'