This is My Heroic Path

"He asked me to find a clay tablet." Merlin sighed, "I really envy you, because of your strength, you can stay here to defend against monsters, while I can only be an errand runner."

"Hehe." An Zhiyu gave Merlin a wicked smile.

He didn't believe how weak a guy who qualified for the crown could be.

But that's true, after all, it's only Merlin's clone that appears here now, so it's normal to be a little weaker.

"By the way, before you go back to the room, do you want to meet someone first?" Merlin slapped his head, as if thinking of something, and suddenly said, "Gilgamesh just said that among the servants summoned this time One came to this world because he wanted to see you, and asked about your whereabouts after that."

"Want to see me...?" An Zhiyu was puzzled, "Which follower?"

An Zhiyu felt like he didn't know any followers, did he?

It can't be the people from Britain, can it?

This is also unlikely... After all, those people should be unsummonable.

"How would I know who it is." Merlin spread his hands innocently, and continued, "We'll find out now when we go and see."

Thus, the two of them, led by the attendants who came over at some unknown time, came to a certain house unknowingly, and then stopped in front of the penultimate room in the corner.

"Go, go, go and see who it is." Merlin pushed An Zhiyu with a smile on his face.

An Zhiyu stepped forward, opened the curtain, and the woman sitting on the bed raised her head. After a brief surprise, a smile appeared on her face, and she stretched out her hand to An Zhiyu.

"Long time no see, little fish."

The golden twist braids shine charmingly in the afterglow of the setting sun.

Chapter 288 Mordred

Night fell quietly, and with the sound of wine glasses colliding, a group of people drank the wine in their glasses. Leonidas I next to him seemed to be drunk, and at this moment he was dancing and playing crazy.

Merlin held the wine glass in one hand, put the other on An Zhiyu's shoulder, and belched at him, looking as close as an old friend he hadn't seen for many years.

An Zhiyu easily restrained Merlin, probably because of being drunk, the runes easily restrained Merlin to the ground, and then writhed like a maggot.

"Will this be too much? He seems to be your court mage?"

Joan of Arc held the wine glass in both hands and sat beside An Zhiyu. I don't know if she drank too much, or she didn't drink much. The people in the room were already staggered, only she and An Zhiyu remained sober.

"It's okay, don't pay too much attention to this guy," An Zhiyu glanced at the unrecognizable Merlin who was rubbing his stomach, and looked away.

"Compared to this, I want to know more, how did you appear here?"

"About this, I actually don't know." Joan replied with a helpless smile, "I seem to have been summoned as Lancer."

"Lancer..." An Zhiyu murmured, "This job is not very safe."

Among the Lancers summoned in the past, there are very few Lancers who can survive to the end. An Zhiyu doesn't know whether this job agency is poisonous or just a matter of luck.

Joan murmured, "Is that so?" Then she shook her head and said with a smile, "It is said that the king is still summoning the last servant."

"I hope we can get along a little better," An Zhiyu said.

But it doesn't matter. The person standing here is not An Zhiyu himself, but an existence similar to Odin's magic power. That is to say, even if he offends a certain follower, there is no need to worry. He will be missed by the other party in the future, after all... Odin offended someone, so what does it have to do with An Zhiyu?

"By the way, it's time for you to answer, right? How did you appear here?" Joan of Arc's voice brought An Zhiyu back to reality, she looked at An Zhiyu for a few times, and then said, "And, It looks like it's different from the spirit foundation you had when you appeared last time."

"Well, it's a bit complicated to say." An Zhiyu nodded slightly, and did not deny it. Anyway, this is not a secret to hide.

Seeing that An Zhiyu didn't intend to explain, Joan just smiled and didn't ask any further questions.

A smart woman has always known what moderation is. Although she thinks she is not smart, she still understands this truth.

"You were only summoned this afternoon?" An Zhiyu took a sip from his wine glass, and glanced at the servants who were staggering around, except for the last servant that Joan just mentioned that had not yet been summoned. Other than that, the other servants are all present at the moment.

Joan nodded, and then roughly explained what happened this afternoon. Then, the two chatted for a while about being summoned to this world this time.

But Joan of Arc looked obviously absent-minded, her fingers were caressing the rim of the wine glass uneasily, her eyes were lowered, her face flushed not only from drunkenness but also from shyness, she seemed hesitant to speak, and from time to time secretly Aiming at An Zhiyu's lips, the bold behavior of her in France before leaving appeared in her mind.

"What's the matter?" An Zhiyu saw Joan's embarrassment and asked suspiciously.

"It's okay!" Jeanne replied immediately.

"Is that so." Seeing this, An Zhiyu just smiled and didn't ask further.

Although it could be seen that Joan of Arc must have something to hide, but since she didn't want to say it, it's better not to ask for now.

The two just sat indoors like this, until after a while, Joan turned to look at An Zhiyu with determination: "By the way, you still remember me, which means what happened before... You also have everything impression, right?"

An Zhiyu hesitated for a while, but finally nodded.

"I still remember everything... including the last kiss—"

Before he could finish his sentence, he was interrupted by the shame-ridden girl.

"That act was only done when I was irritated by that woman, don't take it seriously!"

An Zhiyu froze for a moment, then turned to look at Joan of Arc.Seeing Miss Saintess's pupils widening slightly at this moment, as if she heard some shameful words that made people's blood gushing, her voice suddenly raised a bit, and the previous calmness could not be seen on her face. A feeling of "if you say another word, I will cut you down".

An Zhiyu was stunned for a moment, then nodded silently, "Well...then it's just like that."

Joan of Arc breathed a sigh of relief when she heard the words, but soon, as if remembering something, she frowned slightly, and muttered to herself:

"But it can also make people feel angry if they don't take it seriously at all."

That's right, that was her first kiss. If the other party didn't care about it at all, it would make people feel very unhappy.