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Chapter 425 Gathering Sighisoara ([-])

Not only in Romania, even in the whole of Europe, there is no other city as unique as Sighişoara.Its specificity lies in the word "unchanged".Although it is only a small-scale city with a population of 3, people who come for sightseeing will feel as if they have traveled back in time to the Middle Ages as long as they visit the historical area registered as a world cultural heritage.

Walking up the uneven stone paved ramp, you can see many residential houses that have not changed since the [-]th century, and the square that was used as a witch trial in the past is still in its original state.

Other tourist attractions include the old home of Vlad III (now a hotel), the clock tower as a landmark, and the church on the hill at the highest point of the old city.In any case, this is also the most suitable tourist destination for foreigners to "experience Europe in the past".

For Mordred, who was active in the 6th century AD, the town was boring and had nothing to see.

For Artoria in the same era, this town is very memorable.

Wandering on the streets that seemed to be forgotten by time, she thought of Camelot, her former royal city, the people she swore to protect, and the knights around the round table. ,

Walking on the main road across the city, the cheers of the people echoed in my ears - "King Arthur, King Arthur, King Arthur."

Passing through the square where the witch was judged, she seemed to see Lancelot and Aragwen with their swords drawn.

Climbing up to the bell tower and overlooking the earth, the panorama of Camelot, which she had seen countless times, appeared in front of her eyes.

It was really a nostalgic time. Although it was mixed with many heavy memories and many sad scenes, but looking back on it today, 500 years later, she still regards it as a treasure and will never forget it.

"What a great place."

Arturia, who had covered every corner of Sighişoara with her feet, let out a contented sigh and broke free from the memories of the past.

"I'm sorry, Jeanne, let you walk with me again."

"It's nothing, there's still plenty of time anyway."

Joan's voice sounded out of thin air, as peaceful as ever.Under the cover of Hades' cloak, she perfectly avoided everyone's eyes and ears, and followed Artoria like a ghost, waiting for the red followers who might appear at any time.

It's a pity that, just like when he walked around the city in the morning, he still didn't feel any aura of servants.

"Could it be that the red team has moved? Or is the speculation that the 'red team's base camp is in Sighisoara' itself a mistake?"

Thinking about it carefully, no one said that the base camp of the red team must be in Sighisoara. This is just my own analysis. Although I got the approval of my companions, there is no evidence after all.

Besides, there is such a vast space between Sighişoara and Mirenia, and there are many places to hide, why must it be confined to the city?
Aware of her negligence, a sense of frustration rose in Joan's heart.Of course, a little bit of happiness is inevitable.That teacher-professed ally always said that he was stupid, and he wasn’t smart enough—after all, the so-called saint is judged by later generations, and the essence of Joan of Arc is just a peasant girl under [-], although she is pious, although she is noble , There is still a considerable distance from the enlightened state of mind of "not happy with things, not sad with oneself".

Reining in her mood, Joan asked, "What should we do next?"

"Go and meet Lingxia and the others, and then stay here for one night. If there are still no other servants showing up, we will leave here—huh?"

Just as Artoria recounted Shinji's arrangement, there was a rhythmic vibration from her waist.

Reaching into his pocket, he took out a white mobile phone—this was the communication device that Lingxia had prepared for Artoria in Tokyo. Japanese local communication card for communication service.

"Green is on, green is on."

While recalling Reika's teaching, he pressed the green button.

As soon as the phone was connected, Lingxia's anxious voice came from the receiver:

"Artoria, come here, we are being watched by the servants of the red side."

"What!" Artoria's expression changed instantly, "Where are you?"

"Shopping Street, hurry up! Jack is dealing with the enemy, but he won't last long."

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The sixth guide Lingxia and Jack will be found out and can only be said to be unlucky.

An ordinary woman, a modern servant with no job promotion bonus, naturally cannot compare with King Arthur and Joan of Arc who led the army in physical ability, so she did not act with them.

Of course, the mother and daughter were not idle either. Taking advantage of the time when the two heroes were pressing the road, they prepared their accommodation for the night.

It cannot be in the residential area of ​​the locals, which is inconvenient to hide.It can't be too far away from the residential area, otherwise it will be tantamount to exposing yourself.In the end, Lingxia chose a hotel closest to the bell tower.

It is adjacent to the Acropolis Scenic Area, and no one will visit the city at night, and the natural terrain advantage of the city wall also provides convenience for the servants to fight.

Walking a few hundred meters in the opposite direction is the shopping street with all kinds of living facilities. Living here will not arouse suspicion.

After booking the luxury suite on the top floor, Lingxia took a nap in the room with Jack in her arms.

After running around all morning, I was really tired.And the best way to recover is to sleep with your daughter.

Jack liked to jump on the bed, throw back the sheets, and roll them up like bugs.When she gets tired from playing, she will put the quilt on Lingxia's body, put her face on Lingxia's stomach, and fall into a deep sleep.

Looking at Jack like this, Lingxia felt that all the hardships were not considered as suffering, and all the tiredness was not considered as being tired.

When the mother and daughter woke up, it was almost evening.Calculating the time, those two big eaters who are pushing the road should also come back—this is also the reason why Lingxia chose to live here.If it weren't for the food stalls, restaurants, and bakeries, other places might not be able to satisfy the stomachs of these two people.And this has become another reason why she has a brain hole about the relationship between King Arthur and Joan of Arc. They are both so delicious, and they have nothing to do with each other. Believe it or not.

Just when the mother and daughter went to the shopping street to buy big bags and small bags——you can’t do without buying, Europe is no better than Japan, many stores close when the sun sets, and if you don’t buy any more, you will run out of time. Shishi Jie and Mordred also went to the shopping street.

Being snatched away by Shen Er as an assassin job, Jack naturally lost the "breath blocking". Although her breath is much weaker than other servants without a job referral, no matter how weak it is, it can't hide from Mordred's perception—after all, it is A child of Artoria, her ancestral perception is keen.

When Mordred released a murderous look, Jack also realized something was wrong.She handed the things in her hand to Lingxia, told Lingxia not to follow, turned around and ran into the alley beside the road.

PS: No way, Sighisoara is just that big, and Mordred has inherited the "King's Stomach". If Dai Mao was not immersed in memories, the two would have met long ago.

(End of this chapter)