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"There is his shadow here..."

Thinking of her crazy behavior that day, the girl swordsman blushed a little, half because of shame, and the other half because it was one of the rare and good memories in her memory.

"These are all yours...now it's time to give them to you."

Saying this, the girl swordsman stretched out her hand, as if she wanted to touch something.

But the moment she stretched out her hand, her figure had already shattered into dots of light all over the sky.

Closing her eyes, she quietly accepted her demise.

But immediately, she opened her eyes again.

Practice life in the British boxing gym: Chapter 118 Chapter 110 Chapter [-] Artoria's Hell ([-] words)

Here is hell.

When Arturia opened her eyes, she confirmed this again.Even if the warm sunshine was shining on her face, even if the aroma of food was coming from the kitchen, she was very sure of this.

Of course, at the beginning, she still didn't think about it that way.When she came into contact with this strange world for the first time, she thought she had come to heaven after death - there is no war, no disputes, only endless peace and tranquility, think about those days she used to, and look at the present Life, it is not too much to say that this is heaven.

Of course, it would be better if there were no devils in heaven.

The devil in a foreign land is also in heaven, which surprised Artoria, but the fact is in front of her, and she is not completely unable to accept it—or, it is not a bad thing, it actually gives her A chance for revenge. After being robbed of the sword by the devil in a foreign land, she had lost all hope, but now she has the motivation to live again, which is to take revenge on this hatred.

Yes, at least at that moment, she still felt that she should be in heaven.

But now...

"Hell, it's absolutely hell."

Looking at the toilet that hasn't been flushed, the takeaway boxes on the table, and her own bed that should be warm and comfortable, but now smells of alcohol, Arturia's face has never been so ugly.

"I killed you..."

Taking a deep breath, Arturia raised her foot and kicked the person under the blanket.

"Get up! Get up! Get out! You still have the face to sleep!"

"Don't make noise, I'm on vacation."

Joan of Arc in the bed didn't even open her eyes, she just rolled over and continued to sleep.

"If you have something to say, tell Baron Jill, he will stamp it..."

"...?"

Arturia's fists clenched even tighter.

"Get up! Get out! This is my place!"

Artoria, who couldn't bear it any longer, simply threw off the quilt, and kicked Joan off the bed with three punches and two kicks.

It's just that although Joan got up, she still seemed to be a little drunk. She walked staggeringly, and hit the door frame three times in the time of going to the bathroom-this time, Artoria didn't bother to care about anything else. , she wished that this lazy dog ​​would kill her sooner.

This is hell, it must be.

Artoria, who was busy cleaning up the mess, confirmed this again.

Fortunately, she didn't forget to look up to heaven in hell. A good life is created by her own hands. So after half an hour, this small house, which is not too big, was once again clean and spotless.

"Finally, I'm done... Go to the bathroom and take a breather."

Stretching, Artoria came to the bathroom door and twisted the doorknob.

The door did not open.

"……Um?"

It wasn't until this moment that Artoria remembered that it seemed that a damn French woman had stepped in first.

But the problem is that it's been half an hour, why hasn't that idiot come out yet?

"Open the door! Open the door!"

Artoria's face turned green.

"You're not sitting on my toilet playing with your phone, are you? Open the door!"

"That's good! That's good!"

An unsettling answer came from the bathroom.

So, 10 minutes later, until Artoria was about to tear down the door because she couldn't hold back, the bathroom door opened slowly.

"...You wait, you wait for me."

Seeing that Joan of Arc was going to open the refrigerator as if nothing happened, Artoria decided to write down the account first.

After detoxifying and beautifying, Artoria's complexion improved a little after washing up—but when she saw Joan of Arc in the kitchen, she couldn't keep calm anymore.

Just because, that stupid French woman actually took out the ingredients in her refrigerator, and even prepared to start cooking oil!

"Don't waste my stuff!"

Arturia's voice became louder.

"Don't touch my fish! Can you do it?"

"Uh, you can do it?"

Joan of Arc, who was still drunk, scratched her head.

"How about you do it?"

……

Half an hour later, Joan of Arc and Artoria looked at the fish and chips in front of them, and looked at each other.

"Is this dog food?"

Joan began to glance around.

"Do you still have a dog? Where is it?"

"...It's too much, you are really too much."

Artoria felt like her blood vessels were about to burst.

"Do you have any comments on traditional food? Isn't this crispy taste great? Of course, if you can't adapt to these, I still have..."

"Ah, sorry, the takeaway is here."

Before Artoria could tell about those dishes to justify the name of British cuisine, Joan picked up her phone and left the dining table. The feeling of punching the empty space made Arturia's eyes tear open and she almost went crazy .

Until the takeaway breakfast gagged her.

Of course, it wasn't because she was bought off, it was mainly because Joan ordered too much - although Joan of Arc looked thin and slender as a military commander, her appetite was not bad. Of course, more importantly, she Now that she does have the financial resources, she has already become the spokesperson of a first-class French clothing brand, and she seems to be financially free.

This also left Artoria speechless.

They all came to the endless hell, but this damn French woman became a rich woman. On the contrary, she, the knight king who has always strictly observed virtue, has never been able to save much money in her hands-of course, she didn't think about it. She has saved money, but if she saves money, she will be hungry. When she is hungry, she needs to eat more to replenish her strength, but if she eats more, her wallet will be empty again.

In a sense, this is already an unsolvable endless loop. Facing the pressure of life and a series of bills, Artoria's scalp was numb for a while.

Fortunately, she has found a good job.

"By the way, you haven't told me before, that game..."

"I'm off to work, bye."

Before Joan of Arc could finish asking, Artoria, who was full and full, turned around and ran away.

If it was before, she might still answer it. After all, this stupid French woman obviously doesn’t know much about hell. It’s okay for her to explain it as a senior—of course, more importantly, she can talk to this stupid woman. The French women form an offensive and defensive alliance, and jointly find a way to avenge the foreign devil.

But now...

She was a little afraid to talk about it.

It’s not easy to talk about, it’s really not easy to talk about, the main reason is that her revenge on her own side doesn’t mean to be revengeful—remembering what happened in the Toyo mission line before, Artoria’s scalp felt numb for a while, she must It was only when he was in a daze that he formed a temporary alliance with the devil from a foreign land, and even in the end he repaired the devil from a foreign land to help him win.

Of course, if those treasures are still there, everything will be worth it.

But the problem also lies here, those cargo ships have been detained, she is equivalent to working for nothing the whole time, and she has not gained any benefits.

"It's really... ah, I've sat and stood."

Seeing that the bus she was on had already driven to a place she didn't know, Artoria slapped her head when she came back to her senses.

Considering that she may not be able to sit at the right stop after landing, Artoria chose to find a taxi after thinking about it. Of course, it would be more expensive than the bus, so this meaningless sudden expense was again Artoria recorded it in the account.

It was all the fault of that alien devil, it must have been.

Therefore, she wants to destroy everything that belongs to the foreign devil.

"First of all, start with his career!"

Saying so, Artoria finally came to the door of the store, and raised her hand to lift off the red cloth covering the signboard.

"British boxing! Recruit students all year round!"

That's right, during the time wandering in this peaceful hell, she didn't do nothing. Although she was a Briton, although she looked down on those Saxons, she still got a professional qualification certificate in boxing - after all Boxing, also known as boxing in the past, is simply a method of unarmed combat, which is the same thing that the devil from a foreign land is good at.

"Since you are good at hand-to-hand combat, then I will use what you are good at to defeat you!"

Looking at the boxing gym that was already overcrowded in just one morning, although Artoria still had the calm and cold appearance on the surface, she had already laughed out loud in her heart.

"No one will go to your martial arts gym, and no one will learn your skills. Your students will all be my people, and the money you should have earned will also be my money...Damn devil, do you feel How, how does it feel!"

After a day's business, Arturia felt more and more comfortable, especially when counting money, she was almost making money - after taking into account the rent of the venue and various expenses, she could still earn a lot more, Obviously everyone is very interested in British boxing, and its appeal seems to far exceed the so-called martial arts.

"I'm the happiest today!"

After a tiring day, Arturia even bought a bottle of wine when she went back, preparing to reward herself for her hard work.

But when she saw the French country girl who was lying on her sofa, picking her feet and playing games, she casually threw that not-so-cheap bottle of wine out of the window.

She wouldn't drink with this stupid village girl anyway, it would be a disaster.

"By the way, is this the game you were talking about?"

Seeing Arturia come back, Joan raised the handle.

"It's really fun, but it has nothing to do with what you said yesterday."

"...Aren't you drunk yesterday?"