Hellish Affairs

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Nineteenth century, London.

Because of the rise of the industrial revolution and the original local climate.

England's capital is surrounded by massive smog from burning coal all year round.

For the smog that is enough to make ordinary people feel uncomfortable, it is like a fog city shrouded in a gray fog of death.

The current situation in the singularity is obviously worse than in history.

After arriving in this city, Romani Akiman analyzed the environment and reminded: "The entire atmosphere of the singularity here is filled with magic power, perhaps it should be said that magic power has become one of the components of the atmosphere. To an extent."

"Although it doesn't do much harm to the servants, it's better to be careful."

"Understood." Joyas continued: "Doctor, can you perceive the reaction of the servant?"

"This dense fog generated by magic interferes with the detection here, and no followers have been found within the range for the time being."

"yes……"

If he had the previous Demonic Eye of the Dragon, he might be able to see farther in this dense fog.

Joyas, who felt a little nostalgic for this, until now did not know why he was transformed back into a human body by the Holy Grail.

He looked at the girl beside him: "Artoria, is there any discomfort?"

Artoria shook her head lightly: "I'm fine, but speaking of which, this city is really quiet."

"..."

Why did you say such a flag-planting line all of a sudden?

After a moment of silence, Joyas said, "Because of the thick fog, people living in this city should be hiding in their homes."

"I see."

Artoria nodded, her emerald green pupils scanned her surroundings.

It was found that as the other party said, the doors and windows of the surrounding buildings were tightly closed.

"Speaking of which, Alter didn't intend to come with us?"

Joyas was a little surprised by this.

One night after Heida was summoned.

When she 'passed by' Joyas' room on a whim, she found that there was a brazen blond dazed hair staying in Joyas' room in the name of playing games.

At that time, he directly said with a blank face that he would also join.

In order to prevent his own room from becoming a battlefield, Joyas had no choice but to ask Da Vinci Sauce for help, and took back a few game controllers as spares.

So far, Joyas's room has been filled with two dull-haired misses with different personalities.

Looking at the atmosphere of rivalry in the room, he couldn't help but secretly pray that Fujimaru Tachika would not summon other Arturias.

Heida has been by his side with Arturia for the past few days.

Joyas had gradually gotten used to the time when the three of them were together, but now he was not used to the girl not being by his side.

After hearing his question, Artoria said calmly: "She said that she didn't clear the game last night, so she left it to me."

"Alter really likes games..."

Joyas, who was a little helpless at this, shook his head.

Although Heida did use such words to perfunctory himself, Artoria knew another reason why she was unwilling to come to this singularity.

It's actually not wanting to meet Mordred, and the culprit behind the distortions of this era.

Just as the two of them were wandering around in this city filled with thick white fog, suddenly echoing footsteps sounded in the distance of the street.

A dull sound like heavy metal colliding with stone floor tiles reached Joyas' ears.

"Joyas."

As if sensing something, the girl grasped the mysterious magic sword.

The corners of Joyas' mouth raised slightly, and he reached out to stop the girl: "It's okay, I'm not an enemy."

The undisguised footsteps seemed to be provoking all the malicious enemies hiding in the dark places of the city and lurking in every dirty corner.

Artoria, who was a little vigilant at first, also realized something, and her emerald green eyes looked in the direction of the sound.

A knight in red and white armor and holding a big sword broke through the fog.

"Ah, what a troublesome thing!"

Walking swaggeringly on the street, the girl clicked her tongue dissatisfiedly like a street gangster: "That restraining bastard..."

The slightly messy bright blond hair was already almost exactly the same as her own face, allowing Artoria to instantly recognize the other party's identity.

That is the rebellious son whom I have always wanted to teach - Mordred.

Artoria, with a complicated expression...immediately hugged Joyas' hand beside her.

Even Joyas did not expect that the first reaction of the girl next to him was to hug him first.

But he thought about it again, as if this was more acceptable than rushing up with a sword and shouting that Nizi should die?

Sensing the presence of someone, she raised her head and stared with emerald pupils at the two strangers who were still hugging each other like lovers in the death fog.

When he was about to speak a reminder, he suddenly opened his eyes wide and looked at the two people in front of him in disbelief.

The armor on his body immediately covered his whole body, and an angry and deep voice came out of the armor:

"Get separated quickly!"

Chapter 350 I Let You Go?

"boom!!!"

A shocking roar resounded through the lifeless fog capital.

Hearing this sound like thunder, I don't know how many surviving residents were panicked, trembling and praying to God.

The red thunder on the blade raged, smashing all the stone bricks paved on the road.

The violent wind swept across this long street, and countless gravels flew across.

Mordred's angry blow was astonishingly powerful, it seemed that even the thick fog was torn open a big mouth.

Let the three people present can clearly see the halo that is still hanging high in the sky when they look up.

It's just that Joyas and the others don't have the time to appreciate this aura.

After seeing the furious Mordred rushing towards them so aggressively.

Joyas, whose expression changed, immediately picked up Arturia and jumped back, dodging the powerful slash.

"Hey! Joyas! Are you protecting that woman!"

Mordred, who didn't recognize the figure in the blue tracksuit at all as his father, felt betrayed, holding up the sword in his hand angrily.

And the way that woman is still hugged by the princess, she is hugged by Joyas happily with a happy face!

Because Artoria hugged her arms too tightly.

In order to avoid Mordred's attack, Joyas had no choice but to pick up the girl in a princess hug.

"Wait, Mordred, take a closer look first."

Joyas reluctantly put down Arturia who was being picked up and explained: "Didn't you recognize who she is?"

When he put Arturia down, he didn't notice the reluctance on the blond girl's face.

Mordred saw it clearly, and his expression became even more gritted.

He looked at the murderous Mordred in front of him with some distress.

Obviously thought that Arturia was the first to attack, but who knew that the girl who hadn't seen her for a long time directly stabbed her head-on when she met her.

So Joyas had no choice but to say, "Is this Artoria?"

"... Tell me, who is it?"

Mordred, who was originally angry, was still secretly accumulating magic power, ready to strike again.

Who knew that after hearing what Joyas said, the girl was so shocked that she almost didn't even clenched the sword in her hand.

She quickly fixed her eyes and carefully identified the smaller figure beside Joyas again.

"That's the father?" Mordred said with some uncertainty.

Although it is indeed very similar to the face in memory, it's just that she compared the father in her impression with the guy in the blue sportswear in front of her.

It always feels like there is a place where the gap is too huge, and the temperament is completely different.

Mordred said suspiciously: "Sure enough, Joyas, you are lying to me, right?"

"why?"

"Because the father's chest is obviously bigger than this airport?"

After the brat said this as a matter of course, he managed to anger Arturia who was beside Joyas.

"I originally planned not to teach you a lesson for the sake of Joyas."

Arturia stared at the other party with emerald green pupils, and said loudly: "Now let you regret your slip of the tongue! You rebellious son!"

"This voice! This tone!"

Mordred immediately recalled reflexively that when he got into trouble in Britain and was arrested and taught a lesson, his father also spoke in this tone.

She said in surprise: "It turns out that it is really the father!"

A cold light flashed in the eyes of Artoria, who rushed over with the holy sword in hand: "It's too late to regret it now!"

Joyas, who was in the distance, watched his servant unilaterally beat Mordred, and couldn't help but said with some concern: "Don't hurt her by beating her?"

"Don't worry, Joyas!" Arturia said without looking back, "I hit you with the back of a knife!"

How can the sword in your hand have a back! ?