What Can I Do if I Travel to Fgo? I'm Desperate Too

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In the end, the boy was taken by Little Jack, and their hiding place was actually not far from the collapsed clock tower.

Just around the corner of a street, inside a huge old house.

There are iron railings and gardens outside, and the double-storey building also forms a concave character. One can imagine how rich the owner of this place was originally.Probably a nobleman or something~

Walking into the interior of the villa, it cannot be said to be resplendent but clean and bright. There are various precious vases in front of the walls, and there are even some collections of old muskets and officer swords on the walls.

"Here~ Where's Mom?"

I also want to know what happened to Barbatos...

But after considering Little Jack's mental level, the boy decided to put it another way.

"She fell asleep...needs a rest. Little Jack, you should take a rest too..."

He touched Little Jack's head, signaling to her to take a short break.

Although I don't know what she will think, but at least for now, before he is not sure what Barbatos wants to do, he needs to maintain a calm and rational attitude.

[At least I can feel Barbatos in my body. 】

It's a wonderful feeling, like something is being filled to overflowing.

Afterwards, the boy also searched for the bedroom of this big house, and threw out the purple-faced man beside the bed clutching his neck, and lay down on it without caring whether the bed was clean or not.

After living on a deserted island for half a month, it is very fortunate to be able to return to the cradle of human civilization.

Fatigue flooded into his heart all of a sudden, and as Barbatos' body, he also fell asleep peacefully.

but...

He probably didn't know what Barbatos had done to him.

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221B Baker Street, London

This is the residence of the famous detective Sherlock Holmes, but this location was originally a fake, fake, wrong, unknown, and it should not have existed in 1888.

However, whether such a thing exists or not is too stupid for Heroic Spirits.

Parallel worlds, artificial anchors, observation points, imaginary numbers...

Heroic spirits born based on fantasy and epics will be sublimated and cursed because of legends, so looking for things that are not in line with the times among the heroic spirits is simply the most stupid move.

Who knows if human beings will imagine that the heroes in the past are gods and men holding high-end laser weapons. If it really comes to that era, the heroic spirits will also change according to people's ideas.

A figure of about 1.8 meters is nestled on the seat of the house. It has a bony appearance, a big greasy back, and a diamond face with sharp corners, combined with the deep dark circles under the eyes of the other party, and the scar on the right wrist. Countless black holes.

How could such a person have anything to do with the obvious drug addict and the rumored famous Sherlock Holmes, and yet it was the truth.Sherlock Holmes, who has not yet become a legend in this era, is just a top detective in London, not an idol admired by judicial agencies all over the world.

But he is not the only one who is here now.

He almost died here too, this piece of magic fog cannot be supported by ordinary people.

And the reason why he survived was just a young man with a big blue back who was flipping through books in his house...

As a top detective, he can deduce who the other party is, and he is even convinced of the other party's identity.

That's himself as a Heroic Spirit~

Just like the red thunder user who is wreaking havoc in London, the big iron man who destroyed the clock tower, and the murderer who killed people in the London smog.

"The suppression of this singularity has decreased...Is that person resting? Or does it mean that there is no need to continue suppressing?"

"But even if that existence really rests, are you planning to solve it yourself?"

"...Of course not, I am not a Heroic Spirit who saves Humanity."

Holmes, who was sitting on the chair, sighed. There were so many things he had to investigate now.

Who constructed the Burning of Humanity, what is the truth about Chaldea, and is there something hidden behind the Burning of Humanity? the one who went down?

He is not a Heroic Spirit with [eyes], and he doesn't know that the events that he has concluded through investigation are correct, and he doesn't know that it is useful when he is looking for information about the Atlas Institute here, but he still hopes to give it to Naga. A little help from the Redeemer.

After all, [the homicide case of killing primates from the root] is rare in ten thousand years.

"Okay, the materials are almost sorted out, and I have to go to the library to prepare some help that won't arouse the suspicion of the person above me."

"You just left?"

"Actually, it's wrong to talk to the living self as a heroic spirit, but since this is a singularity, it is natural to give a little help to the living self."

"You won't write the answer directly, will you?"

"How is it possible? I have sealed all the doubts of the incident with puzzles. As long as you can solve the puzzles, you will undoubtedly get the doubts of the incident, and then use the Think about those doubts~"

"Is that so..." Holmes, who was lying on the chair, glanced at the other party indifferently, and then there was an expression of displeasure on that sharp mouth. "You talk a lot..."

"Sa~ I can only say...it's a good thing for you in the future."

"Hmph~ what's interesting..."

Looking at himself in this era lying on the seat, Holmes also sighed.

This is the case for himself who has not met Watson, and he himself knows this clearly, not to mention that this is the living self, not the dead self as a heroic spirit.

After being dubbed a detective, being admired by the world and giving him the power to explore the truth, and allowing him to understand the nature of the world, his whole person has become different.

170. It's Snowing

It's snowing season again, and the white stuff is starting to flood in.

All in all, kill the guy who is going to say the famous line first~

Fist-sized snowflakes are constantly falling in the London sky at this moment, and the original magic mist that erodes life has even become thinner and even difficult to condense under the influence of the wind and snow.

Lying on the bed of a dead ghost nobleman, the young man wrapped his body with the quilt, hoping to get a little more warmth in the wind and snow.I really don't know if he had a good dream last time when he was sleeping soundly?

The puppets on the streets still patrolled on a fixed route, dealing a fatal blow to all the residents who wanted to escape from London and did not die under the erosion of the magic fog.

On the ruins of the clock tower, the gray-black steel giant was silent as if out of control, and the huge weapons were placed aside like towering chimneys.

The long black-haired alchemist searches for the remaining magic workshops in London at this moment, and obtains the inheritance of those magicians who have escaped or died.He also tried to turn things like London's leylines and Britain's national destiny into magic power to condense on something.

The purple-haired Taoist is named as a devil, wields huge scissors, and dances strangely on houses in London.

The detective who came to this singularity prematurely placed the materials he deduced in a special order in the library.Before the other heroic spirits came here, they had already disappeared on their own.

The world-weary fairy tale writer continued to write new stories indifferently, and led his followers who followed him in the form of books, looking for a new place to hide.

The pharmacist who escaped from the danger after the destruction of the clock tower, while suppressing the monster in his heart, led the "daughter" left by his friend to look for opportunities to fight back in the sewers of London.

The world is big... but London is too small.

Why is London so small you ask?Compared with other singularities, it's small, isn't it, especially when facing Heroic Spirits, which cannot be judged by common sense.

London is located in the southeast of England, across both banks of the lower reaches of the Thames River, 88 kilometers away from the estuary, and can be reached directly by sea ships.Greater London consists of the City of London and 32 boroughs, covering an area of ​​1605 square kilometers.The 12 cities around the City of London are equivalent to urban areas, called Inner London, with an area of ​​303 square kilometers.

And now the London in this singularity is not the Greater London where several urban areas are merged, but the central London with a small outer area.

Does 303 square kilometers sound big?Do you know that Kobe City, the prototype of Fuyuki City, has 557 square kilometers?

The current London is only equivalent to two-thirds of the size of Fuyuki City, that is to say, the seven Heroic Spirits in Fuyuki City each occupy a territory and meet each other day and night. The situation in London is even more serious.Besides, in France and Rome before, although this area was larger than a city, it was still too narrow compared to the place where Chaldea was going to fight.

Moreover, the servants in the singularity are not supplied with magic power by the magician, but the suppression force is directly responsible for the situation that there is no need to worry about the weakening of strength.

A single A+-level anti-city, anti-army, and anti-country treasure is enough to turn over every inch of this singularity.But now in this narrow battlefield, the crimson red thunder runs through the whole city, looking so out of place under the influence of the wind and snow.

Although the Noble Phantasm hadn't been deployed yet, just the roar of thunder and lightning had already destroyed houses on several streets.

On the other side, which is even more troublesome, is the muscular tumbler with blue hair in tights.

I don't know what Barbatos gave Maqili. Even if he was knocked down countless times or even pierced by red thunder, he can recover in a short time, just like an experienced boxer , hitting Mordred heavily on the face, knocking him into the air.

If this continues, only Mordred may fail. As a proud rebellious knight, although he is very dissatisfied with this disgusting enemy.When that was the attribute of the enemy she had to deal with now, she could only think of a way to get out of the battle for now.

"Ahaha! Is it too late, Rebel Knight! I'm at my peak!"

Maqili showed off his muscles, the biceps on his arms were bigger than Mordred's head!Not to mention the swollen muscles and the light body like a balloon can cause her any trouble.

"Che, I'm very dissatisfied, but if I know I can't fight and still fight, I'm an idiot. Don't confuse me with a muscular idiot like you!"

Hit it if you can't say it!Run if you can't beat it!If you can't run away, fight again!Then I was thinking about running!

If she had learned anything during that year of punishment in Britain, it would probably be to bully the weak and fear the strong?Hehe~ Of course not this kind of thing, as a knight, it is also necessary to distinguish between strong and weak.

Exactly so, accompanied by a flash of red thunder!

The ground under Mordred's feet was also smashed into a big hole in an instant, and Mordred's figure had disappeared on the road.

"Don't try to run!"

Maqili looked at the cave on the ground and hurriedly followed it. He finally encountered a feudal cancer, and of course he had to use the other party as a target to try his hand.

To be able to obtain this power that the Demon God placed high hopes on, but in order to become a partner of justice, I finally got a reward.

bang~

He also disappeared in the next second, but Maqili, who was blinded by the destruction, didn't notice that Mordred, who had taken off his armor, was holding his breath on the side of the pile of wooden boxes. hide there.

She didn't go to the sewer at all, but took advantage of the opportunity to hide.

After all, no matter how you think, the possibility of the other party catching up is quite high, so it's better to give a smoke bomb and leave there by yourself.

[That guy finally left... What kind of structure is he, he can't be killed with a sword or something.But the more important thing now is to find a way to get out of here... This deadly restraint actually doesn't give any information. 】

Sensing that this event called human incineration was a difficult fact, Mordred also raised his vigilance in his heart.

She is not sure how many muscular tumblers like the one just now will be. Although it is also a way to directly unfold the treasure, if the treasure is used in this city full of thick fog, it will definitely affect more than half of the city. .

This is not a vast plain with no people, but a singularity that is shrouded in magic fog and temporarily isolated from the world.

Excessive damage will only make the suppression force give up continuing to provide magic power, and even stop letting himself attack in the future.

Knowing that this kind of opportunity to get down from the seat of Heroes is very rare, Mordred will not waste the opportunity to slip in the circle in the future.

But first, what she has to do now is to find a quiet place to rest...