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"When did I become so weak." Sensing her complicated mood, Saber shook her head and laughed at herself.

If she was still the king of Britain, she would have given up this weak idea long ago.

"Because you are no longer the king."

Hall fell from the sky, and answered Saber's question by the way.

Seeing Hall's safe return, Saber breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "It's good that you're fine, Master."

"Has Black's Berserker been resolved?"

"Yes."

Hall smiled mischievously: "How does it feel to kill the traitor of the Knights of the Round Table?"

Saber frowned slightly, and replied with a strong tone: "Master, Sir Lancelot is not a traitor to the Round Table, and I have never held grudges against him."

"No matter what the reason is, it cannot be used as an excuse to cover up his crime."

"so···"

"Saber, the demise of Britain is an inevitable fate following the demise of the Age of Gods. Before you were alive... no, it should be said that you did well during the Knight King period. On the contrary, you are now. Maybe you don't know, you are now Possession of contradictions is the source of torment Lancelot."

Saber met Hall's eyes in confusion: "The contradiction in me?"

"Yes, Saber, you lost the round table, you lost Britain, and when you no longer bear the responsibility of protecting Britain, have you ever thought about what you are waving the holy sword in your hand for? You let go of your attachment to Britain and accepted yourself As a result of your hard work, the side of the King of Knights is no longer restraining you, but your human side is gradually enriched." Hall chuckled and said that it appeared in the essence of Sbaer.

"That's why you become weak. You are no longer the king who doesn't understand people's hearts. When Lancelot sees you now, the more loyal he is, the more he regrets what he has done. From his point of view, he can't imagine how much you sacrificed to maintain the appearance of the Knight King, but everything was destroyed by him, and he hopes that you can still remain the ruthless Knight King while punishing him and reducing the guilt in your heart."

Saber bit her lower lip speechlessly, becoming entangled again.

"Isn't your current struggle and pain the best proof." Hall smiled wickedly: "However, this is also the result I expected."

"Master?"

"After the Fourth Holy Grail War in Fuyuki City, I have been cultivating your human side, allowing you to live an ordinary life and no longer think about the responsibilities of a king. I think you will grow after experiencing these."

"Master, I don't quite understand yet."

"In short, ideals don't necessarily only have a good side, and they may also bring negative effects. No one is perfect, and there is no absolute justice in the world. I can say as much as I want, but only by experiencing it can I truly believe it. I understand, of course, none of this has anything to do with you now, I just want to see your expression of distress and struggle." Hall smiled and expressed his own wickedness.

Saber stared into Hall's eyes, and they had established a tacit understanding long ago. She could read a lot of information from Hall's eyes, including the fact that what Hall said now was a sincere expectation.

The strange thing is, Saber didn't feel angry, and couldn't tell the reason, but she seemed to be able to understand the deep meaning behind this sentence.

Once, she also had this feeling from her mentor.

Saber smiled knowingly, bowed and said, "Understood, I will not disappoint your expectations."

"Understood what." Hall was a little surprised instead, he obviously didn't say the last sentence on purpose, why Saber looked like he saw through his own thoughts.

Saber smiled sweetly, and her mood recovered so much that she rarely joked: "I always feel that the Master and Merlin are getting more and more alike, even the annoying bad taste is the same."

Merlin, on the surface, is Saber's mentor. In fact, even if Saber is in the most dangerous situation, he will happily watch from the sidelines, calling it interesting or growing.

"what?"

Hall was stunned for a moment, she really understood without needing to say it.

"Don't worry, it's a compliment."

"Hahahahahahahahaha~"

"Master?"

"It's nothing, I just want to have fun, this is a happy laugh."

"exaggerate."

"By the way, do you want to go for a late-night snack? After the battle, all the magic power has been used up, and I'm hungry."

"Under the influence of magic, is there still a restaurant open at night in Tulifas?"

"No."

"Master..."

"Just use magic then."

"What a headache master."

"Then Saber doesn't need to go, I'm fine by myself."

Saber argued solemnly: "This is not acceptable, I am the master's servant, what if the local servants take the opportunity to attack you?"

"Yes~ yes." Huo replied perfunctorily, and took Saber to a quite famous restaurant in Tulipas, and it turned out to be really delicious.

Saber not only ate all the food reserves in the restaurant, but also made Hall use alchemy to refine part of the food due to his dissatisfaction.

Before leaving, Hall left behind a gem worth the equivalent of a week's worth of the restaurant's sales.

"Master."

At the entrance of the restaurant, Saber nervously grabbed Hall's sleeve, sensing the aura of a servant nearby, but it wasn't directed at the two of them.

Hall shook his head: "Don't worry, it's just a small-scale conflict. We are also tired tonight, so why don't you go back and rest early."

"clear."

Hall was not the only one fighting tonight. On the way back, Hall could feel several unusual auras. It should be that the red and black followers were fighting.

The magic power stored in Hall's body was exhausted, and he had no intention of getting involved. The more miscellaneous fish left the stage, the faster the Holy Grail War would progress.

Chapter 181 The Dream

Dreams, quite real dreams.

Sitting alone in the auditorium of a movie theater, my memory turned into a screen playing the experience of a girl named King of Knights. As an audience, I could feel her emotions and understand what she was doing, as if her spirit was one with her.

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The girl pulls out the sword of choosing the king, and sits on a stone in the plain looking into the distance, neither the joy of becoming a king nor the fear of the future she sees.

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On the battlefield, the King of Knights swung the holy sword mechanically, and the blood stained her skirt armor red, seeping through the slits of the armor, and the king's mood was calm.

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Standing high above the throne, overlooking the many knights of the round table in the palace.

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Scenes of memory scenes passed by. Hall was very familiar with this feeling. He could feel it when he traced his own origins. However, in comparison, the dream in front of him seemed ambiguous and difficult to distinguish.

This is not a strange phenomenon, because the contractual relationship between the master and the servant may form a similar state of mental resonance when they are very compatible with each other.

As the master, Hall can perceive the memory fragments with the deepest memory and the highest emotional response of the King of Knights.

Hall consciously screened out a few wonderful plots and viewed them as Hollywood special effects blockbusters.

At the end of the Age of Gods, although the light guns were not as good as dogs and the gods walked all over the place, the actual performance was not too bad. The knights of the round table basically had the level of combat power to destroy cities.

"The combat strength of the Cowboys of the Round Table during their lifetime is no less than that after becoming heroic spirits."

Hall saw several characters that he was very interested in, besides the Knights of the Round Table, the King of Knights' sister Morgan, and Princess Guinevere of the King of Knights.

The former created Mordred, and the latter was one of the culprits of the collapse of the round table.

Guinevere has a dignified and beautiful appearance, and her temperament and demeanor are very similar to Irisviel's. Not only that, but even her character is carved out of a mold, possessing all-inclusive intelligence and gentleness.

On the day of the wedding, the King of Knights acted as if she confessed that she was a woman and felt indebted to her.

Even though it was just a political marriage, after learning the king's secret, Guinevere still wanted to share it with the king, and since then the two have become close friends.

The memory of the King of Knights cannot see the intersection of Guinevere and Lancelot until the unfaithful relationship between Guinevere and Lancelot is exposed.

The first thought of the King of Knights was to bless and celebrate his two friends, even if Lancelot became angry and beheaded Aggavin because of his unfaithful relationship with the princess, he still regarded it as a secret act to protect his female identity. sacrifice.

However, the round table does not allow the two to tarnish the king's dignity.

The King of Knights cannot reveal his true identity. He can only make a fair judgment and send the Queen to the stake with his own hands, thus kicking off the collapse of the Round Table.

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Hall woke up from the dark and cold room. The scene in front of him became a little strange for a moment. It was an illusion caused by accepting too many memories of the King of Knights. He rubbed his shoulders in pain and complained: "I watched a sadomasochism scene." It’s fine if you watch a movie, but you still have to sleep on a cold slate bed.”

There was nothing in the room except furniture made of gray-white stone connected to the floor. Saber was sleeping soundly on another stone slab.

This is the underworld, not to mention palaces, not even a house that can live in people. The goddess of the underworld basically lives in the underworld every day to create a gun prison.

When I came back yesterday, Hall also used alchemy to make this house, which has no effect except that it looks like a shelter.

Close to the throne of the goddess of the underworld, the temperature here is basically below zero. It is not cold, but high. This is all because Ereshkigal placed his throne on a high mountain.

After watching part of the experience of the King of Knights, Hall has mixed feelings, as if he was pulled to watch a hodgepodge movie with full special effects but marked with strange labels such as sadomasochism, triangle, war, fantasy, and seriousness.

While feeling sorry for the Honest King of Knights, as an audience, they wished they could pull out his wife Lo and flog her corpse a hundred times.

It is true that Mordred is the culprit in the destruction of Britain, but the wife Lott has done more than bear children.

"Master, do you want to go have breakfast now?"

A clear and clear voice rang in Hall's ear, Saber lay up from the stone bed next to her, Bitong looked at Hall with great interest, and mentioning the topic of food always aroused her enthusiasm.

"Saber, I had a dream last night."

Saber tilted her head and asked, "Dream?"

"Yes, because of the contract, the content of the dream seems to be your past experience, that is, your memory."

A strange color appeared in Saber's eyes, and she asked anxiously: "Master, what did you see?"

"Many, many. I regret letting you deal with Berserker alone last night."

"why."

"Lancelot should be hung up and tortured. The dream last night made me very angry. This kind of person is also qualified to be a knight of the round table?" Hall said with a dark face.

"Sorry, I don't understand very well, but if you see my memory, you should also forgive Sir Lancelot..."

Hall rolled his eyes and shook his head decisively: "I'm not you, I'm a magician. The standards of the King of Knights are not suitable for me. Forget it, let's go eat first."

The two left the house one after another, neither wanting to continue on this topic.

"Master, how many memories did you see?"

"what?"

Saber's pretty little face was red and her voice was as quiet as a mosquito: "Although I don't mind it very much, I am also a king and a woman, so..."

"I only read some of your emotionally intense memories, most of which were on the battlefield."

"Really?"

"Saber, I didn't lie to you." Hall looked innocent. In fact, this hodgepodge movie did have several exciting scenes, which completely subverted Hall's impression of Saber.

Saber nodded: "That's true, I believe in Master."

Out of the simple stone house, there are mountains with strange rocks outside. At a glance, there is no other thing except the abrupt gray-white rocks and the gun prison that penetrates the ground, and the daytime is darker and quieter than the night.

Hall yelled to the empty place: "Lancer, Saber and I went out to eat, do you have anything to eat?"

The frosty death energy gathered into a transparent shadow, and the clear voice of the goddess of the underworld came out: "I'm not interested in human food. If it's your tribute, I can consider it. Of course, it can't be cheap food."

"You don't get fancy food in Tulifas."

"Then you can bring back whatever you eat. Also, Caster, please go to the bookstore to borrow some books and bring them back. This is the shopping list. There are no special requirements. Please try to choose the ones with similar themes."

"it is good."

The white mist gathered into a sheet of white letters and handed it to Hall's hand, filled with various types of book requirements.

Although there are many types, some of them are particularly emphasized, such as dealing with interpersonal relationships, and even listed examples of book titles: "How to Make Friends", "How to Get Along with Friends", "What Are Friends"...

Ereshkigal said angrily, "What are you looking at?"

Hall was amused in his heart, and replied solemnly on the surface: "You have to read what is written on it before you buy it."

"Forehead···"

The goddess of the underworld was speechless, and her voice was anxious and twitching: "Ahem, although I said so, this kind of behavior is very rude in front of the goddess... Don't get me wrong, I just want to study modern human social relations. It should be an honor, aren't you going to eat, hurry up, I want to build the gun prison quietly by myself."

"I will trouble you to protect the stronghold later."