I'm Shenji, what are you doing?

Talking nonsense seriously.

This was everyone's first reaction to the young man's remarks - naturally excluding Astolfo, this problem knight's thinking circuit was different from that of ordinary people.

Astolfo is one of the twelve warriors loyal to Charlemagne led by the paladin Roland who holds the holy sword Durandal. There are countless anecdotes, including rumors of subduing giants, and he possesses a large number of Noble Phantasms. He is a first-class handsome man, but he is also quite reckless, and it is said that even his rationality has evaporated.

Whether the rumors are true or not can be gleaned from the fact that Astolfo appears in cute female clothes even though he is a man.

Now this guy who can be said to be the crystallization of curiosity is patting the young man on the shoulder hard and expressing his admiration: "That's amazing. The assassin is so powerful. I also want to be such an assassin."

It caused everyone, including the young man, to break into a cold sweat.

But if you think about it carefully, what the young man said is not entirely unreasonable. After all, as long as you kill the target without revealing your identity, it is considered an assassination - but a good shady assassin will put it like this for you. , why does it sound so inconsistent?

"Wait, Assassin? Assassin?"

With a speechless expression on his face, Cowles suddenly changed his expression, as if he had thought of something.

"My sister didn't add any additional spells when she summoned her. So what kind of Hassan Sabah are you?"

"No, he is not Hassan." Danik quickly denied Cores's idea, "Except for the first-generation mountain old man who doesn't know whether he really existed, the abilities and images of other generations of Hassan have been exposed. And Hassan There is a common feature between them, that is, when they are summoned, they will wear a uniform skull mask. He is not wearing it, so it should not be the case. But Fiore clearly did not attach additional spells, how could he summon AssassinAssassin? No! , Sagara Leopard Horse!"

With Danik's intelligence, he should have discovered the problem at the first time, but the collective summoning ceremony was too impactful, and then Alstorfo's activity, Gold's withdrawal, and a series of nonsense words from the unknown young man interrupted him. It confused Danik's thoughts and made him forget a very important thing.

Hearing the name "Sagara Leopard Horse", Fiore, Cores, Selenikai, and Luo Xie also reacted one after another. According to the original plan of the Thousand World Tree family, the job of Assassin was supposed to be summoned by the last master of the Thousand World Tree family, Sagara Leopard Horse, who has not yet appeared, and Sagara Leopard Horse also specially prepared a catalyst for this.

But now, Fiore has summoned Assassin, and the person Sagara Leopard Horse is about to summon is only suitable for Assassin (actually, there is also madness). If he continues to summon without knowing it, he can only rely on the Master and Servants are randomly selected based on their affinities, so the variables would be too high.

"Cores, contact Sagara Leopard immediately and ask him to stop summoning. Serenekai, inform all compatriots and ask them to collect Lancer's catalyst at all costs."

"yes!"

The matter was urgent. Cores and Selenikai did not dare to delay and left Wang Jianjian as quickly as possible.

Archer, whose real name was Chiron, kept a distance of three bodies and followed behind Cowles, not forgetting to nod to everyone before leaving.

Rider, who has a lively personality, seems a little reluctant. If Selenikai hadn't urged him repeatedly, he might just stay here and not leave.

After the two pairs of masters and servants left, tonight's collective summoning ceremony came to an end. Luo Xie and his servant Black Caster quickly said goodbye and left, and Fiore had no intention of staying here any longer.

"Let's go too, Assassin."

"As you command, my Master." The Black Assassin bowed slightly to Darnic and the Black Berserker on the throne, and naturally pushed Fiore's wheelchair away from the king's room.

There is nothing special about Fiore's private room. Except for the magic costumes placed in the room, the other decorations are simpler than those of ordinary ladies.

Simplicity here does not refer to the value of the item, but to the decorative style. Compared with the boudoirs of noble ladies who pursue taste or style, Fiore's room is a bit too plain and elegant. However, this will not damage Fiore's image. On the contrary, it makes her a little more unique and noble.

Here, Fiore began her first communication with the Servant.

"I am your master. Please call me Fiore. Please take good care of me."

The young man who appeared as a black Assassin gently took Fiore's outstretched hand, lowered his head, and said in a soft voice:

"Thank you, Fiore. And, I'm sorry, I can't tell you my real name."

"..."

Fiore fell into silence, and the gaze on the young man's face became a little more confused.

"What's wrong?"

"Did you really forget your real name?"

"Yes." The young man let go of Fiore's hand and nodded seriously, "There are no problems in thinking, cognition, etc. It's just that the real name and the memory related to the real name have become blurred. It seems that there will be no problem in a short time. What was discovered?"

"So, do you recognize this thing?" Fiore said, handing a box into the young man's hands.

This is a black metal fragment that looks very inconspicuous. She used this thing to summon the young man.

The young man picked up the stone, looked at it carefully for a while, and shook his head: "I have no impression. Is this something related to me?"

"The person who gave this thing to me said it was a fragment of a discus. The only wrong thing in the life of the ancient Greek hero Perseus was related to it."

Legend has it that after Perseus became famous, his maternal grandfather Acrisios, king of Argos, fled to another place because he was afraid of the oracle (Acrisios would be killed by the son of his daughter Danae). Perseus happened to be there and participated in the tournament held there. Perseus grabbed a piece of discus and threw it. Unfortunately, the discus hit his grandfather.

The oracle came true, and Perseus regretted it for the rest of his life.

"Answer me, assassin, is your real name Perseus?"

Facing Fiore's expectant gaze, the young man was a little surprised, but still shook his head: "Unfortunately, I am not that great hero. I remember his deeds very clearly."

"Is that so-" Fiore's beautiful water-colored eyes dimmed.

"Although I am not that big hero, I promise you that I will prove that I am worthy of your partner. I will show enough activity and achievements to not bring shame to your reputation. Please believe me, Fiore.”

Perhaps because she sensed the young man's determination, or perhaps because the young man's vision was too direct, Fiore lowered her head shyly.

"Okay, I'm looking forward to it, assassin."

"Well, Fiore, it's getting late, please have a good rest." A dark cloak appeared on the young man's body, and at the same time, the young man's figure became lighter and lighter.

"What about you? Do you want me to prepare a room for you?"

"We'll talk about that tomorrow. I plan to go around the area before dawn. As an assassin, it is necessary to be familiar with the terrain."

"Then I'll go with you. It will be more efficient if I lead the way." Fiore suggested.

"No need, humans are not Servants, reasonable rest is necessary. Only when the Master adjusts the state, the Servant can exert its maximum power. So, Fiore, you should sleep now - you are taking me to visit the castle Let’s just leave it after breakfast.”

"I understand, good night, assassin." Fiore did not insist and waved to the young man who was only a shadow.

"Good night, Fiore."

The shadow crossed the room, crossed the balcony, and disappeared into the night.