Opening, a Star Cup

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Here, after Vlad III threw his own treasure to nail Ferid to the ground, he saw Ferid's staring scarlet eyes when he raised his head.

The face that Ferid looked up in front of his eyes seemed to be resentful and questioning him...

Was he wondering why he, who was a vampire, would kill himself, who was also a vampire? ! ... Vlad III thought to himself.

"Hmph! Don't even let the ashes dissipate! Superficial beast!" The Grand Duke looked at Ferid and said, not hiding his disgust at all.

Regarding the fact that he might be mistaken by the other party for being of the same race, this made the Grand Duke quite disgusted.

It has to be said that Vlad III's sensitivity to this aspect seems to be comparable to the intuition of the sixth sense, and Ferid really regarded him as a vampire in the end.

Hearing the disdainful voice from the Grand Duke's mouth, the corners of the blonde woman sitting on the helicopter curled up, revealing a thoughtful smile.

It seems that although Master Dracula does not deny the name of 'vampire', he really hates vampires.In fact, the so-called non-denial is just a mockery.

Regarding the matter of Degra's name explained by Merlin, the woman also watched the video files recorded by her subordinates later.

Then... Regarding what Merlin said, the vampire form is only the weakest form of this heroic spirit, which is worthy of attention and research. ... A trace of solemnity flashed in the woman's eyes.

At this time, the Grand Duke had already jumped out of the helicopter and came to Jiu Mo's side.

"Servant...?" Jiu Mo clenched the king sword in his hand, and looked at Vlad III with a somewhat unsightly expression.

Judging from the breath, the opponent is at least a first-class powerful heroic spirit, if this state starts a war with the opponent

"Don't worry! I'm not interested in you in this state for the time being. ... The head is temporarily stored in your place; when you recover, Yu will come and take your life personally, and use your blood to pour out the Holy Grail."

"..." Jiu Mo.

"It really made me hear amazing words. Do you think that after I fully recover, you still have a chance to defeat me?!" Mordred's expression also relaxed a little, the pure arrogance on the other side would not Liar, it seems that it should be telling the truth.

"Why not?!" Vlad III raised his eyebrows, his expression full of confidence.The king of Wallachia feared no enemy.

"Although you saved me, but—" Jiu Mo also showed a look of aloofness between his brows.

"I am Mordred, one of the Knights of the Round Table under King Arthur. If you underestimate my power, get ready to be killed by me!"

"... Huh. Interesting, it turned out to be that famous rebellious knight. Now that you have given your real name, I will tell you Yu's name too. Listen up, Knights of the Round Table! Yu Nevlad III. Take care of me remember!"

"Vlad III...? Dracula!?" Jiu Mo quickly reacted.

"..." Grand Duke.

It's obvious that Gu-mok's sudden mention of that name brought back bad memories.

"Enough, that's just a rumor... Listen clearly, I have nothing to do with vampires!!" Grand Duke.

"No, I didn't say you are a vampire either. I still know the name of the Grand Duke of Dragon." Jiu Mo raised his eyebrows and looked at the Grand Duke in surprise.The rebellious knight felt a little strange about the Grand Duke's reaction.

The Grand Duke, who knew he had overreacted, fell silent again. "..."

Humph.If you get the Holy Grail, make a wish that the name Dracula disappear from history.

Even if it cannot be achieved, at least a few people must change their perception of him—such a miracle? !

For some reason, the Grand Duke, who always felt that the Holy Grail might not be able to fulfill his wish, thought of this... the pale face that was already pale because of the name of "vampire" became even worse.

Chapter 220 Excessive self-confidence, it is better to say it is based on glory!

Rain...is born in the sky, [die] falls on the earth.

The water droplets that fell from the sky mixed with blood lingered in the soil on the lawn in front of the school.

This last heavy rain in London is like the cry of the city to see off this bloody battlefield.

Slap!One foot stepped in a puddle... Holding an umbrella, Kong quietly watched the heavy rain falling on the street.

"Oh... this is really good! Master, thank you!" Mordred's delicate and pretty face was full of satisfaction and happiness.

At this time, she didn't turn into a spirit, but stood at the door of the clothing store behind Sora, stretched her hands and spun around in circles.

The innocent and happy smile, like a child's favorite gift, and the beautiful and lively appearance made the passers-by on the side of the road look sideways.

The heavy armor on Mordred's body disappeared at some point, and was replaced by a set of loose casual clothes and jeans.

This refreshing posture perfectly set off the girl's well-developed curves. Sora also turned his head, quietly admiring the beauty of this moment.

This Mordred is indeed much cuter than before.

"It's nothing...it's just a set of clothes. Compared with the armor you made with magic power, this suit has no defensive power at all." Sora said with a smile.

"...Huh? Really? But I think it's very comfortable to wear, I like it very much."

"Then are you going to go out with me dressed like this? Don't you plan to become a spiritual child?!" Suddenly hearing Mordred saying that he wanted to buy clothes, he probably understood what the other party was thinking.

"Hmm... If you go shopping in armor, you will always feel itchy. And wearing this kind of clothes that are not made of magic can feel the reality of your feet on the ground."

"Eh. Master, does the master want me to transform into a spirit body?!" Xiao Mo raised her eyebrows slightly. She also knows a thing or two about the fight between magicians; With materialization at your side, the concealment and security can be improved.

If it is requested by the Master, she will still think about it...

"It's up to you..." A nonchalant smile appeared on Sora's face. 'Is it realistic? '

The Macedonian lord had done similar things. After all, the heroic spirits were heroes after death, and their bodies no longer existed.

If Mordred felt happy, so be it.