Hellish Affairs

Arturia and Heida in the distance narrowed their eyes slightly at the same time, casting a very oppressive gaze.

Mordred, who instantly turned into an honest child mode, immediately hesitated and said: "...It's useless even if there are other fathers and kings! Remember it for me! The victory and defeat will be saved until then. Bar!"

After speaking, the girl ran away in the direction of Camelot.

"Wait..." Gareth didn't expect Mordred to run away directly, so he turned to look at another knight he respected: "Lord Lancelot, shall we retreat too?"

"Ah."

Also watching Mordred's back quickly disappear from sight, Lancelot respectfully said to Arturia and Heida: "Although the two kings are already servants, the subordinates cannot Lost due etiquette."

"However, if we meet next time, I'm afraid it will be the moment when swords meet." He continued: "After the battle, no matter what the result is, I will give my life. Please forgive us for our infidelity."

Not like that guy in Mordred who goes in one ear and goes out the other.

Lancelot had known for a long time that strangers from Chaldea would arrive in this age from the future to fix the distortions that existed in the singularity.

That meant that the Master who claimed to be the Star Dragon Knight in front of him would become an enemy.

It must also stand on the opposite side of the two kings who were summoned as servants.

As a knight under the king's command, he has to face the king with sword.

This is a rebellious act that must be apologetic with death!

"Do what you should do, Lancelot." Heida said flatly: "Your loyalty is beyond doubt, otherwise I will not fulfill your relationship with Guinevere."

"Thank you very much, my king." Lancelot, who was relieved in his heart, said in a deep voice: "Then, my king, please forgive us for leaving!"

"Please excuse my subordinates to leave here!"

Gareth also bowed his cute face and bid farewell to the two kings.

Then the two led the solemn knight woven by magic power and left the territory of the people of the mountain.

"...Are you finally leaving?"

Seeing that the crisis was resolved, Baimao Hassan heaved a sigh of relief.

In fact, she was very worried about conflicts with the knights of the holy city.

Because whether they win or lose, it also means that the people of the mountain will be pursued endlessly by Camelot.

"Well, it's great to have it resolved without incident."

Hassan, who suddenly appeared in the dark night, nodded.

He was already ready to fight.

Once the three Knights of the Round Table really had the intention of staying alive, Hassan the Cursed Wrist would emerge from the shadows to assassinate one of the knights.

Arash, who was waiting for the opportunity, and he came to the vicinity of the battlefield a long time ago.

"Better take care of the wounded than this?" Joyas turned to look at the injured girl: "It's the first meeting, Tranquil, I am the master from Chaldea, Joyas Pendragon."

"Ah."

Quiet Hassan, wearing a white skull mask, nodded calmly.

"Although I want to tell you about my younger generation, I'd better go back to the village and rest for a night before talking about it."

"Senior?" Quiet Hassan couldn't understand why he mentioned this.

Joyas smiled: "That child's name is Fujimaru Tachika, he is a very good master? If you have a chance, you can answer her call."

"My poison... will kill everything..."

"Hahaha, you don't need to worry about this matter, Quiet." Hassan, who was holding the spell beside him, laughed and said, "His Royal Highness Joyas said that the Master will not be afraid of any poison. If you are really summoned, You can also feel free to get in touch."

"Really?" Quiet Hassan's originally calm tone became turbulent, and he nodded, "I will... work hard."

Seeing that his companion was still injured, Hassan Baimao urged: "Let's stop talking here, and we can continue with the rest after returning to the village."

"That's right, then I'll go and have a round with His Highness Arash first, His Highness Joyas, see you in the village."

Hassan, the cursed arm, flashed extremely fast in the direction of a mountain in the distance.

Baimao Hassan and Tranquility Hassan led Joyas and the others towards the village.

On the way, Joyas said with some depression: "I didn't expect Mordred to be unable to recognize me..."

"You can recognize us in the face." Artoria frowned suspiciously: "What is the reason?"

"Maybe it's because Joyas has turned into a human?" Heida speculated.

"It turns out that Mordred has always used the dragon's factor to identify my identity?!"

After complaining, Joyas denied, "Isn't there anything strange about the London singularity last time?"

"So, is there another reason?" Artoria said, "For example, it's actually an anomaly of this era."

"This level of abnormality shouldn't affect this era, right?"

Joyas said uncertainly.

Just because Mordred doesn't know himself, will it have an impact on the times?

Is this a butterfly in South America?

Joyas, who couldn't get any results no matter what he thought, could only sigh: "In the final analysis, Merlin is too useless!"

"Why are you putting the blame on me again?"

For some reason, Merlin, who had another pot on his back, stared at his king dumbfounded.

"Since the time is not here, of course you can only blame yourself." Joyas patted the shoulder of the white-haired magician seriously: "I believe in your ability, and you will not let the organization down!"

Merlin looked helpless: "I don't know what you are talking about..."

After successfully assigning new duties to the court magician, Joyas felt much happier.

At this time, Artoria asked: "Joyas, now that the first-generation old man in the mountains has promised to help us, are there any other servants to look for?"

After thinking about it for a while, Joyas replied, "Yes, there are two more... maybe not necessarily three."

Bedivere doesn't need to think about it.

The only ones left are Sanzang, Tawara Fujita, and the most mysterious one—the crown lighting engineer!

Chapter 387 Multiplayer Movement

After returning to the residence of the mountain people, the villagers living here have already fallen into a deep sleep.

"Does the monk traveling west still have followers with rice bags?"

Hassan, who had gathered with Joyas and others, thought for a while: "It seems that I have heard of these two people, but we didn't pay much attention to them."

After seeing him a few times by chance, the old people in the mountain knew that the monk was a harmless existence.

They will not shoot at them and the survivors scattered in this disaster land at will.

Therefore, the old man in the mountain did not deliberately track her whereabouts, in order to prevent the other party from generating unnecessary hostility.

"The last time I saw that monk was probably in the desert," Baimao Hassan said.

After hearing from the mouth of the curse wrist that the first-generation adults had agreed to provide assistance to the holy sword user, they had already let down their vigilance.

Baimao Hassan said: "As for the other Archer, he should be with that monk too."

"It seems that we can only rely on Merlin to find two people."

At such times, Joyas felt how useful this white-haired magician who could see other people's positions anytime, anywhere was.

There is no need to wander around this vast land like a headless chicken without a clue.

"Ahem, is it really time for Big Brother Merlin to show his talents?" Merlin said with a smile, "If nothing else happens, they should be in the ruins of a magic association right now?"

"Is that so? That should be the Atlas Academy... I remember that famous detective should be there too."

Joyas was lost in thought.

How did those two followers go to such a place?Shouldn't they start their way back from the holy city to the east?

That Master Sanzang is really so crazy, right?

"A famous detective?" Merlin asked strangely: "Are there any other servants like this? I haven't seen anyone like that."

"I must have used some means to cover up my whereabouts."

Merlin's failure to notice Holmes didn't surprise Joyas.

Even he didn't quite know what the real identity of that detective was.

Logically speaking, it should be the protagonist in Arthur Conan Doyle's novel, the detective who is good at solving various mysteries.

However, in fact, there are secrets everywhere.

Even when asking about the identity of the other party, they will be cleverly fooled.

But Joyas didn't intend to think deeply.

After all, he is not a famous detective who can see the truth based on speculation.

The best Joyas can say is 'This is a bluff, little man. ' discourse.

"Okay, now that Mordred's matter has come to an end, let's take a rest tonight." Joyas said: "Go to the Atlas Court tomorrow morning."

"That... His Highness Joyas, can you allow me to go with you?"

Cursed Arm Hassan said: "Since you, as an ally of the first generation of adults, have provided us with so much food, I also want to help you find that monk."

"Is it really good? The situation in the village..." Joyas didn't have any objection to the help of the curse wrist.

It's just that they don't all have to help the residents of the village now, right?

"Please rest assured about this matter."

Hassan the Cursed Wrist smiled happily and replied: "Because the food has been supplied, we old people in the mountains can relax a lot for a period of time. It's good to leave the vigilance to Baimao."

Originally, the most troublesome thing in the village was to find food on this land full of disasters.

Now that the food problem is solved, all that remains is to guard against the attacks of ferocious beasts, and those corpses who have lost their humanity and been corroded by magic power.

Although it was difficult for Hassan Baimao to confront ordinary servants head-on, he was still able to deal with this kind of undead.