The Undying Death Knight failed to achieve the ending of the Heroic Spirit

"Menechel! And the great sword!"

As soon as the two keywords were combined, thinking of Tristan in the history of pan-humanity who had been spontaneously summoned by the land before, Ritsuka Fujimaru expressed surprise.

If it is Saber Menechelle, then it seems that the small amount of combat power can be made up.

But a bigger shadow enveloped her.

Even though she was as strong as Menechelle, she couldn't kill Queen Morgan?

"The children of prophecy, Mashu and Menechelle, no matter who these three are, must buy them!" Fujimaru Ritsuka clenched his fist.

Different from the time at the human ranch, this time there are three acceptable targets, and their characteristics are all very consistent. The probability of misidentifying the person again is very low.

Then, they saw the so-called son of prophecy - Muramasa Thousand Sons who was imprisoned in a cage?

After much deliberation, Chaldea's encounter with Muramasa must be written down. Before the two sides meet, Chaldea's encounter follows the original plot of 2.6.

Chapter 436 The Second Son of Prophecy

After returning to Londinium from Edinburgh, Gareth stretched as if to let out all the fatigue from his body.

"Sure enough, neither the grand Sheffield nor the luxurious Edinburgh can compare to home."

Gareth was sitting in a quiet room with no image at all. It was so simple that it could even be called a dilapidated room. It was hard to imagine that this was the combat headquarters of the Round Table Army. A thin single-layer wooden door could not Isolated from the noise outside the house, it was listening to such enthusiastic discussions that allowed Gareth to maintain a happy smile.

"The total time we stay in Londinion is only one day." The elf Menechelle still replied with the same infuriating coldness.

But Gareth did not feel embarrassed after having her fantasy exposed. She shook her head and still replied in a clear voice: "Some things cannot be measured by time, just like you, Lady Artoria and Mi Nechel-senpai, although the time I spent with you only accounts for a very small part of my experience, the memories of this period overwhelm anything else. Oh, so to speak, before I met you It’s like my life has been wasted.”

The same goes for Londinion. Although it is very simple, the friendly and egalitarian environment and the brilliance full of ideals suppress all the flaws, making Gareth full of a sense of belonging.

The elf Menechelle looked at the smiling Gareth and blinked in confusion.

From the perspective of her long concept of time, everything she is experiencing now and even all the struggles are meaningless. She just slept, and Ai has become a character who only lives in legends. In a million years, she would probably forget this journey.

"Primates are so difficult to understand. It's just a meaningless moment."

The elf Menechelle withdrew her gaze and concentrated on biting the dried meat that the residents of Londinion had given her.

"Don't underestimate any moment." Artoria put her chin on one hand and spoke suddenly.

The fairy Menechelle chewed a few more mouthfuls before she realized that Artoria was talking to her. She raised her head and saw Artoria's side face facing her but looking out the window in the distance: "We can't judge anyone. The value of a moment until it becomes a memory.”

The elf Menechelle forgot to chew for a moment, and she felt that she had heard these words somewhere before. But before she could think about it, the wooden door made a clicking sound.

"Sorry, sorry, everyone is too enthusiastic."

At this time, Percival had already calmed down the emotions of the Round Table Army members who were in high spirits after hearing that the talks went well. He showed his usual shy and green smile, hugged the paper bag full of bread sticks, and closed the wooden door with his feet.

There was no change in the sound from beginning to end, further proving that this door was just a decoration.

Fairy Menechelle's eyes were immediately attracted to the paper bag. Percival placed the paper bag in front of the three people: "Please don't be polite, this is everyone's wish."

The fairy Menechelle, who had received Percival's permission, looked at Artoria, and her usually dull eyes now flashed with longing and pleading.

Arturia pursed her lips in acquiescence.

But she still frowned when she saw the stupid dragon immediately taking out a piece of bread and swallowing the dry meat.

——If you eat so much, will you really not get diarrhea?

Today, she finally realized why Menechelle always had a straight face and looked like he was always thinking when he took her.

"The disaster gathering over Norwich has become more and more intense, and we don't know when it will break out." Percival first told the news that the Round Table Army had found out.

The top priority now is to solve the disaster in Norwich. It was not only about the alliance with the Northern Fairies and Sheffield, but also the debut of the Children of Prophecy.

"Originally, we planned to rest for a few days before setting off, but it seems we don't have time to rest." Artoria thought a little: "We have to set off tomorrow..."

"Tomorrow..." Percival was also taken aback by the urgent situation. He nodded and stood up: "Okay, then I will arrange the affairs of Londinion in advance-"

"No, Percival. The only people going to Norwich this time are me, Gareth and my elf knight." Artoria shook her head. She saw what Percival wanted to argue and she immediately accepted. He didn't give Percival a chance to argue.

"I am already very grateful to you for standing up for me. This time I am going to Norwich to resolve the disaster. I can't trouble you any more."

"Also, although I haven't stayed in Londinion for a long time, I can also see that Londinion and the Round Table Army cannot live without you. Although disaster has gathered, we don't know when it will come. In During this period, the dispatch of the Round Table Army and even the diplomatic issues with Sheffield are inseparable from you."

"But……"

"Don't worry. Since the prophecy says that I am the son of prophecy who will quell the disaster and save the fairy kingdom, then nothing will happen to me."

[Britain's savior, defeating the false king, and the birth of the true king]

This seemed to be just a casual sentence from Ainsel, but it made countless human fairies willing to sacrifice their lives for it.

"I will also protect Lady Artoria! Don't worry, Senior Percival!" This was Gareth's energetic response.

The elf Menechiel did not speak, but the sound of chewing that had been there since the beginning stopped at this time.

In the end, Percival was convinced and didn't insist on going. He just told Artoria not to force herself.

He thought it would be a quiet night of farewell. But that night, the information brought back by a scout caused hot ripples like stones thrown into a dead lake.

——Just the day before yesterday, when Arturia had just set off for Edinburgh, the lord of Norwich and the patriarch of the Earth Clan Spriggan welcomed the son of the prophecy who had taken the trouble to come to Norwich to eliminate the disaster in a very high-profile manner. .

The child of prophecy, protected by Spriggan in the middle, is a purple-haired young woman who even looks like an [eggplant]. There is also a petite pale pink ball-headed goblin attendant beside her.

Both her appearance and the time she entered Norwich were completely inconsistent with Arturia's.

After hearing the news, Gareth was immediately furious: "Which despicable little goblin is he! How dare he impersonate Lady Artoria! Not only Lady Artoria, but even me as a follower has impersonated her! "

She shouted that she must give the impostor a good look and expose his despicable disguise.

"As long as we don't go to Norwich, the impostor will be exposed if he can't solve the disaster." The elf Menechelle's suggestion immediately stopped Gareth's curse.

"I still have to go." Arturia broke the cold atmosphere with a smile: "And maybe I made a mistake."

After all, from beginning to end, Artoria didn't know how to eliminate the disaster, but the child of prophecy went to Norwich with such a high profile - there must be a solution.

In comparison, they are indeed more like fakes.

"How could it be possible? Lady Artoria is definitely the true child of the prophecy!" Gareth immediately swore. She was afraid that she would not be convincing on her own, and wanted to drag the fairy Menechelle beside her to swear together.

The elf Menechelle tilted her head. She did not obtain any information about the Son of Prophecy from the memory of the spirit base.

"I can't judge. But, I think I should do it."

Saying this, under the confused gazes of Gareth and Artoria, the fairy Menechelle suddenly stepped forward and came to Artoria.

Her lower limbs were wrapped in dragon scales and enlarged, making the elf Menechelle taller than Arturia. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand and flicked Arturia's forehead.

"Don't say frustrating words."

There was a strange yet familiar feeling on her forehead, which made Artoria slightly stunned. She looked at the fairy Menechelle who had returned to her original posture, and the corners of her pursed lips suddenly rose.

"I'm just talking, I never worked hard for that prophecy." She recalled the arrogant face, the curve of her mouth widened, and she smiled proudly: "Even if the prophecy points to If it weren’t for me, I would also make everyone think that the prophecy was wrong. This is what I want to do!”

Fairy Menechel looked at Artoria at this time. There was no doubt that she saw the shadow of the human knight who was leaning against the stone wall to negotiate terms with her in this girl. Even though he was seriously injured and dying, he still smiled. There are beasts of human skin that can bring her severe danger.

At that time, Artoria was no different from the crying little fairies she knew. But it is such little goblins that have transformed into dangerous predators in these days.

The more you learn about primates, the more novel they become.

However, she seems to have some understanding of primates.

I've lost track of the pirated version of Pokémon these past two days. I thought I wouldn't get addicted to it. Damn it, it actually turned into a large open world.

Chapter 437 Yao Lan: Working overtime makes me numb

It is still a spotless Amyrlin Seat.

On the hall that looked like it was made of crystal, the hall, which had always been cold due to the meetings of clan leaders, once again became noisy.

Although it was said to be a meeting of clan heads, in fact, none of the clan heads of the six major clans were present. Except for Woodworth, who was injured and recuperating while protecting the Queen, and Knocknary, who has long been disloyal, this time even Aurora, Murien and even Sprigan only participated in the meeting through projection. The three The clan leaders looked at each other, as if they didn't expect that the other party would not go to Camelot to pay a visit in person.

Accompanied by the sound of the bell, Morgan, escorted by the elf knight Lancelot, turned out from behind the Amyrlin. Even though there was a veil covering her face, there was still an awe-inspiring coldness between her brows and eyes. As she took steps, she The chill around him also spread towards this side, freezing all the noise.

Sitting on the throne, the fairy Lancelot stood silently beside her, his eyes couldn't help but drift towards Aurora's projection.

"Welcome to the Eternal Queen of the Fairy Kingdom!"

Morgan had a cold face and waited for the next step. Only then did she remember that the secretary had been thrown into the cave by Bavanshi in the previous meeting.

She just glanced around below, not feeling any unnecessary emotions because no clan leader was present.

Morgan completely lost interest in the submissive postures of these fairies, and she leaned back slightly on the backrest.

"Allow the clan leader to speak freely."

But as soon as he finished speaking, Sprigan had already spoken: "Your Majesty Morgan, since we are no longer able to support Norwich, then I implore you to let the goblins of Norwich come out to take refuge - of course, it doesn't matter, as long as you remember to store the Just take away the assets in Norwich.”

Morgan did not speak, but Murien had already spoken first: "I maintain my original opinion. Gloucester is willing to accept all fairies and humans who are willing to abandon the name of the group."

"That's too harsh, Murien." After complaining lightly at first, Aurora also said to Spriggan warmly: "Salisbury is willing to take in all residents who have fled from Norwich free of charge."

"Then forget it." But the leader of the Earth Clan, who could still maintain a smile in the face of Murien's harsh conditions, visibly restrained himself after hearing Aurora's answer. He refused with an attitude that could even be called disgust. Aurora's proposal.

"Of course Lord Spriggan will not accept your kindness, Aurora. Even if Her Majesty the Queen nods and agrees to accept the refugees to take refuge in Camelot, Lord Spriggan will find a way to refuse, right?" But catching Spriggan The speaker was not Aurora Root, but a thin man wearing glasses.

Beryl was smiling but there was no warmth in what he said: "After all, Mr. Spriggan has already found a new home. I was shocked when I heard the news. He actually greeted him so openly. The Son of Prophecy.”

"Ha, Beryl? It turns out you're not dead." Murien suddenly sneered: "I thought you died in an assassination, so I almost had a carnival."

"Hey, Lord Murien, I have never offended you, why are you cursing me to death like this? I am the queen's husband after all."

"Stop talking nonsense, Beryl." Sprigan also spoke. His words seemed to mean something. He paused deliberately before continuing: "Your Majesty Morgan is not a false king. The son of prophecy has nothing to do with Your Majesty Morgan." threaten."

"Furthermore, I am only looking for the Son of Prophecy to share His Majesty Morgan's worries."

"Don't you understand? It's because of the Son of Prophecy that the Queen..."

"All right."

A cold shout interrupted what Beryl was about to say. Seeing that Beryl was about to tell the details of the assassination that night, Morgan looked at Beryl with a gloomy look in his eyes, and the cold feeling made Beryl freeze.

Seeing Beryl shut up, Morgan's voice sounded again:

"I know how to use a water mirror for Norwich's disaster - we don't need to talk about that anymore."

Even with a layer of veil, Morgan's impatience could not be concealed. She had clearly made her attitude clear.

This is because the previous assassination kept the queen in a state of low pressure. Every goblin knows this, so no one dares to touch the queen at this time. The scene once again fell into deathly silence.

Seeing that all the fairies fell silent, Morgan sneered and took the lead in the conversation:

Even though he tried hard to reduce his presence, the elf Lancelot was still named by Morgan.

"Fairy Knight."

The fairy Tristan was confined by Morgan, the fairy Gawain was still in the southern border tracking down other humans who had fled from Camelot, and the fairy Lancelot was the only fairy in the election. Then, she stood up very reluctantly.

Beside the throne, the goblin Lancelot lowered his head and seemed to be looking at his toes with a very serious attitude. As a person involved in the assassination and the second victim, the goblin Lancelot knew much more than the irrelevant people below.

That seemingly spectacular assassination did not have any substantive effect. Even the most seriously injured Woodworth just needed to rest. The real loss was just a clone of the Queen, but the subsequent consequences were Especially serious, the most direct thing is——

The ultimate weapon that the Queen had used for thousands of years and forged with countless human beings to extend their lifespans actually escaped from Camelot City in chaos. Morgan, who lost his "pet", lost his only outlet for stress in two thousand years.

This had nothing to do with her, but it happened that she, Melyuzina, was in charge of transporting the final weapon, so that from the beginning of the assassination to now, the vacation promised to her to visit Aurora has been postponed.

——I keep working overtime and am unhappy (；′⌒`)

"The matters entrusted to you must be dealt with as soon as possible."

The elf Lancelot had a grimace on her face. She wanted to explain that the snake that escaped from the ground left a lot of traces, so that it was impossible to trace it, but her speechless words finally turned into a weak sentence: "Yes."

……

Norwich.

The residence of Count Peperon.

"Is it really okay for her to be like this?"

Ezequiel asked Da Vinci who was enjoying tea peacefully. At this time, Fujimaru Ritsuka's eyes were staring straight out of the window at the location of Norwich Treasury City. Just there, she was treated as a stranger by her companions who had been searching for her all the way. If it weren't for this person named Peperon The Earl and Fujimaru Ritsuka were acquainted, and they were almost imprisoned as strange people.

Ezequiel thought for a moment, if he was treated like this by an important companion - it seemed pretty good.

"Don't worry, she's not that fragile." Da Vinci put down the tea cup: "Don't underestimate Ritsuka just because she is a beautiful girl, she has a steely determination."

"The Iron Maiden is different from the arrogant bullshit."

"How disgusting. Why did I hear someone saying bad things about me as soon as I came in?" Oberon walked into the room. He looked at the red-haired servant who was carefully observing the closet and seemed to be studying its structure: "Why didn't you? Cut him down along with the prison van.”

"Oberon!"