"Male, with blond hair and blue eyes, very handsome, taller than you by a head."

Hearing this, the woman's expression became more and more strange.

"What's the matter, Lancer? Who is that?" the white-haired woman asked.

The blond beauty was silent for a while and narrowed her eyes, revealing a complicated look.

"I don't know. There is no one in my Knights who uses this kind of gun except Gareth, and Gareth is short in stature, and she is even a girl. She doesn't have the strength to easily deal with three servants at the same time."

Camilla looked at her suspiciously.

Noticing her words, her knights, Gareth.

Why does it sound like she is King Arthur, but King Arthur is a nasty woman who looks exactly like that man?

"Any other clues?"

The blond woman looked at her again, Camilla recovered, thought for a while, and continued.

"Later when he was attacked by the berserker, he replaced it with a longsword hidden by the wind."

The blonde woman's pupils widened slightly.

The white-haired woman noticed the change in her demeanor and showed a curious expression.

"what happened?"

The blond woman shook her head, her icy expression showed a little complicated expression.

"What you met was not the knights of the round table, but the male King Arthur."

"what?!"

Camilla's eyes widened. Even the cat-eared girl who had been keeping a cold face from the beginning until now, her beautiful green eyes flashed with surprise.

King Arthur?

Thinking about it carefully, the blond man does have that temperament.And the strength is tyrannical, one hit three does not lose the wind and even beats them.

But no matter how you think about it, no one would have thought that King Arthur would come to Gaul alone.

But after thinking about it again, Camilla felt a little unhappy and relieved.

Being beaten so badly by King Arthur is finally a bit of psychological comfort.

only…

Joan glanced in surprise, then thought of something, and showed a nasty smile.

"Since he's looking for Leticia, let's go see her too."

 

Chapter 262 Chapter 13 Excited Mata Hari

Arthur looked at the sexy beauty crawling on the bed.

There are not many fluctuations in magic power. It seems that the attire and temperament are more appropriate than being a powerful Heroic Spirit... a nobleman's private pet.

Under Joan's surprise and the woman's expectant eyes, Arthur nodded.

"I am the king of Camelot."

The woman immediately sat up and looked at him excitedly.

"Camelot? Are you Lord Arthur!"

"Well, my name is Arthur Pendragon."

Joan's eyes were full of surprise. Although she had some doubts about the knight's strength, she never thought that what she encountered by chance would be the King Arthur she wanted to find.

But why did he come here in person?

Seeing Joan's puzzled gaze, Arthur explained.

"My knight Lancelot is here. Moreover, similar problems about the Holy Grail also occurred in my territory before. I suspect that this incident is caused by the Holy Grail, so come and see the problem."

"So, Leticia?"

"I was in her world for other reasons."

Jeanne nodded.

Knowing the other party's identity, he didn't think much about what he said.Even though it was even more unbelievable than what he said before, he just didn't continue to think about it.

After solving Joan's problem, Arthur looked at the beauty on the bed.

"you are?"

The woman got out of bed, walked up to Arthur, and stretched out her little hand.

Arthur held her little hand, which was soft and boneless, and he didn't miss it too much. He held it lightly and then politely released it.

Having fulfilled her wish, Mata Hari withdrew her small hand and looked at Arthur with satisfaction.

"Hello, my name is Mata Hari, Assassin, but I don't have any combat power."

A name I hadn't heard, but Arthur was immune to it.

So far, he has never heard of all the heroic spirits, and the only thing he knows about his feminine Arturia is that the other party has not hidden it.

Arthur looked at her curiously.

"Who is your Master?"

"I don't have a Master."

Mata Hari shook her head.

Looking at Arthur's puzzled expression, Joan explained.

"Miss Hari should be the same as me, because of the appearance of the Holy Grail, she was additionally summoned to the world."

"You too? Where's Leticia?"

"She does not have the ability to provide magic power as a master, but my magic power is not lacking. There is another kind of power supporting my survival."

Arthur nodded and looked at Mata Hari again.

"How did you find us?"

"Miss Mei Li told me that I should come here and find a companion. After I came here, I happened to inquire about a knight...that is, Lord Arthur, you came from Britain. I think you are the companion that Miss Mei Li said, so come here Looking for you."

Arthur's face darkened.

She didn't respond to looking for Mei Li by herself, and then found a companion for herself.

I don't know what game she wants to play again.

Thinking about it, looking at the beauty in front of him, he still kept calm, and after confirming that the other party was not an enemy, he continued to ask.

"I heard you have news about Leticia?"

Mata Hari nodded.

"Well, I appeared in a small town in the south of here before, where I heard that a woman who looked like a witch was caught."

"Looks like a witch?"

Arthur felt more and more that something was wrong.

What Mata Hari was talking about should be about Leticia. She looks like a witch, which means that she looks the same as an enemy heroic spirit, and there is another one who looks like Leticia on her side. …

Arthur glanced at the blond girl beside him.

Thinking back, I was shocked by what happened to Leticia just now, and I hurried to find clues after setting her up, but I still don't know her name yet.

But seeing Joan listening to Mata Hari with a serious face, it was not easy for him to ask.

"Yes, it is said that the culprit of everything, the person who destroyed countless countries in Gaul is a white-haired witch riding on a black dragon."

Saying that, Mata Hari took a deep look at Joan of Arc.

"Her appearance is exactly the same as this lady and her master, so I think the person caught there is Miss Letitia."

"What do they want to do?"

Joan asked nervously.

Mata Hari shook her head apologetically.

"I don't know. Then I heard Miss Meili's voice, and she told me to come here."

Joan's face was full of anxiety.

"Where is that? Let's go quickly."

"The town of Ayton to the south."

……

Said to go quickly, but before leaving the city, the problem came.

Mata Hari is too weak.

She cannot be said to be a heroic spirit, at least not in the traditional sense.

She doesn't even have the physical fitness of an ordinary person, or just an ordinary woman's physical fitness. At most, her body has softened a lot because of dancing all the year round, but her physical fitness is still average.

The town of Ayton is not far, and it is not close.

Arthur and Joan of Arc can travel overnight without any scruples, but with Mata Hari, the burden on her body is unacceptable.

In the end, the three bought a carriage and set off on their way.

With the power of money, the coachman drove at full speed without worrying about the wear of the wheels and the health of the horses.

The three of them were in the carriage, and it was rare for them to calm down and start chatting.

"You are Lord Joan of Arc?!"

Under Mata Hari's questioning, Joan revealed her real name.

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