Hellish Affairs

Looking at this assassin who was like a berserker who was ready to stab him at any time, Joyas asked with a blank look.

After a moment of silence, Hassan Sabah put the big sword on the ground, and said indifferently: "After your duties are fulfilled, I will take your head again."

"And offer help..."

"When you are ready, my sword will become your vanguard."

The figure of the old man of the mountain disappeared into the darkness, and a deep voice came faintly.

"Thank you." Joyas smiled at the direction where Wang Hassan disappeared.

Then he turned around and said to Hassan and others, "Let's go, there are only two people left to win over."

Curse Arm Hassan didn't mean to leave, but said: "His Royal Highness, after seeing the mask of the first generation of adults, I must hand over the head, and the next thing will trouble you..."

"Let's talk about this kind of thing after you restore this era with us." Joyas said, "Anyway, your first-generation adults will not chop off your head now, let's go."

As he said that, Joyas grabbed the other party and forcibly took it out.

Although at first glance, Wang Hassan gives people a very scary impression, but in fact he is an unexpectedly warm character.

He talked about handing over his head all day long, and he would only do it when he really needed to kill the opponent.

After going to Chaldea, it may directly become the role of grandpa.

"Huh? But the first-generation lord..." Before he had time to express his surprise, Hassan had no room to resist and was taken away from the Yazrael Temple by Joyas.

……

Although Hassan, the curse arm, was a little uneasy because he left the temple directly.

But still under Joyas' flicker... no, it should be persuasion, and he is ready to use all his strengths to complete the mission in order to repay the first generation of adults.

They walked back along the way they had come, and arrived at the village.

The sky has been shrouded in night.

Bright dots of stars are scattered on the night sky.

The warm and friendly Arash has asked the villagers to prepare a welcome dinner.

He said with some embarrassment: "Sorry, there is not much food in the village."

"It's okay, it's okay, we are all heroic spirits, in fact, we don't need to eat too much, as long as we have magic power supply."

After telling a lie without changing his face, Joyas continued: "I have some surplus food here, if you don't mind, please share it with the villagers."

"what?"

Arash looked at the three empty-handed Chaldeans, and wondered where the surplus food he said was hidden.

The next moment, a golden ripple appeared in the air.

slam-la-

The food that fell like a torrential rain quickly piled up into a hill.

Arash looked at the food with some surprise: "This is not some surplus food at all, is it? Brother Joyas, is it really okay to just give it to us?"

He didn't know that for the three of Joyas, this was just "some surplus food" level...

"Don't worry, our supplies in Chaldea are still very sufficient." Joyas said with a smile.

"Then let me thank you for the villagers first, thank you!"

Arash, who has greatly increased his affection for Joyas, showed a hearty smile and thanked Joyas.

"Wherever it is, it's good to be able to help."

After the meal was finished with laughter and laughter, a black figure suddenly appeared in front of them.

Joyas could see the white skull mask on the opponent's face, which should be one of Hassan's clones.

The other party said eagerly: "Curse Wrist, Your Highness Arash, please come with me. There are knights of the round table approaching the village, Jing Mi, who intends to stop the other party, has been injured."

"what?!"

Hassan and Arash reacted immediately and stood up at the same time.

After the two looked at each other, Arash nodded: "It's not too late, take us there."

Cursed Arm Hassan turned around and said to Joyas, "His Royal Highness, please forgive me for being rude..."

"Let's go together too." Joyas interrupted the other party's words.

Because he, Arturia and the others had already guessed who the person who rushed here so recklessly was.

In an emergency, Hassan the Cursed Wrist failed to say that he should not trouble the guests, and could only say gratefully, "Thank you very much."

Under the leadership of Baimao Hassan, they rushed to the place where the Knights of the Round Table appeared.

"By the way, isn't it rare for the Knights of the Round Table to come to this village?" Joyas asked, "I saw your expressions were very surprised just now."

"Yes... Although the knights of Camelot have already noticed the existence of this village, they did not intentionally conflict with us." Hassan the Cursed Wrist explained to him: "The Knights of the Round Table wandering on this continent , Those who are willing to go to the Holy City will be taken to the Holy City, and those who are not willing to go to the Holy City will generally not shoot at will."

In other words, could it be our fault?

Joyas was a little silent.

It seems that that brat must be beaten up!

"By the way, Baimao, is there only one Knight of the Round Table?"

Baimao Hassan, who was leading the way, replied, "No, there are three of them, one that emits red lightning, one that holds a lance, and one that should be the rumored Lancelot."

"Why did you only recognize Lancelot?" Joyas raised his eyebrows lightly, a little surprised.

"Because 'I' saw that knight accosting female travelers many times, he is the only knight in Camelot who would do such a thing."

"..."

What are you doing, Lancelot? !

Don't strike up a conversation with others just because Guinevere can't be summoned! ?

Joyas didn't know how to evaluate it for a while.

Chapter 383 The Runaway Mordred

Faint starlight dotted the night.

The brilliance swayed by the silver moon shines on this land full of disasters.

The three knights of the round table leading the solemn knights were confronting several black figures at this moment.

The girl covered in white and red armor boredly picked up her big sword: "Isn't it too easy? No wonder it's a coward hiding in the mountains."

"Mordred, it's too rude to say that to others."

Another Knight of the Round Table whispered embarrassingly: "And we were the ones who started it first..."

The girl who spoke was also wearing heavy armor, with a cute and childish face.

Even though he is petite, he holds a huge lance and shield.

Her name is Gareth, one of the Knights of the Round Table who is loyal to King Arthur, and the seventh seat of the Round Table.

Originally, together with his respected Lancelot, he was looking for survivors shrouded in disaster in a place far away from the tribe of the Mountain People.

But he was picked up by Mordred who seemed to be chasing someone, and came to the tribe of the Mountain People.

As a result, as soon as he met the assassins guarding the people of the mountain, Mordred, who had a disagreement, clashed with them and injured a girl.

So much so that now he is stared at with angry eyes by the other party.

"Hmph, it's just that they are too weak."

Mordred ignored his companion's advice.

Gareth had nothing to do about it, he could only smile wryly and sigh, looking at another knight not far away.

That Lord Lancelot, as expected, began to show his charm to beautiful women again...

The handsome knight in purple armor apologized, and asked in a gentle tone:

"This lady who is as beautiful and dangerous as a poisonous flower, are you okay? I am very sorry for the rash behavior of my companions."

"What's the matter with you guy? You hurt Jing Mi just now, and now you're pretending to be a good person?"

Looking at this suspicious knight of the round table, Hassan Baimao's eyes were full of vigilance.

I don't know what strange plan the other party has.

The injured Serene Hassan only frowned slightly because of the pain, and remained silent behind Baimao Hassan.

"What on earth are you here for?" Baimao Hassan asked, "Are you planning to take away our last hope?"

"...No, that's not the case. We have absolutely no intention of taking action against the people of the mountain."

Even though he was treated coldly, Lancelot still replied gently like a gentleman: "The old man in the mountain, Gareth and I are just here to help Mordred find someone."

"There are only ordinary people in the tribe besides us. You already know this kind of thing?" Baimao Hassan said.

"Stop lying! The fortuneteller in Camelot has told me that there is still a person in your village who can shoot down the stars!" Mordred stared at the assassin, "That follower should not be an ordinary person. Bar?"

"What's the problem with that?"

Mordred held up his great sword and pointed at the other party with the tip of the sword: "Of course there is a problem! After accepting the servants who were summoned to this land, who knows if you will let other suspicious guys join your party?" the village?"

"His Highness Arash is not a suspicious guy!"

Suspiced again and again, Baimao Hassan couldn't help looking angrily at this messy knight of the round table.

"Since you are so confident that there is no suspicious person in the village, why don't you go into the village to find someone?" Mordred said.

Baimao Hassan looked at the knight of the round table with distrust on his face: "You haven't said who you are looking for until now, what if you just accuse people in the village?"

The atmosphere suddenly became a little awkward.

After scratching his messy blond hair, Mordred looked at his companion suspiciously: "...Hey, Gareth, didn't I just say I'm looking for someone?"

"It's really not... It's better to say that you only gave us a vague description."

Gareth replied with some shame.