I'm in Fuyuki, there's a group chat, I'm hiding

"Oh oh... so." Joan of Arc suddenly realized.

She fixed her eyes on Geng Yuan, and the inner film of her eyes was covered with crystal-colored light, which was called 'Real Name Discovery'.

Occupation: Assassin

Real name: Geng Yuan

inherent skills...

"Through the small props used in life... there are often unexpected effects?" Jeanne read the introduction.

I'm not dead yet..

However, this is not something that needs to be rectified urgently.

Geng Yuan smiled subtly: "Have you heard of props that travel through time and space?"

Time and space! ?

The girl Joan of Arc sat on the messy bedding in a duck sitting position: "You mean..."

Did not take up the topic again.

Your Brother Geng only plays with you for real.

Reality is the most realistic thing in this world.

Under Joan's gaze, a small door with a width of two meters and a length suddenly appeared in the bedroom out of thin air.

Simple and unpretentious but with exquisite workmanship, it gives people a sense of sight like a toy when playing house. From the design of the door handle to the door itself, there is no sense of mystery with a long history, nor is it like a great magic. props.

It's just that the girl's exclamation echoed in the room for a long time.

"Oh my god, this thing is..." She couldn't believe the introduction given by the see through skill.

——Props that can travel through time and space tags.

By God!

This terrifying thing is comparable to magic!

The girl was stunned for a while, but soon came to her senses: "Wait, if there is this door..."

At this point, Geng Yuan put it into practice with a smile.

. . .

Aerial garden.

The magnificent courtyard hall.

A grim and solemn atmosphere enveloped the area.

Priest Amakusa Shiro gathered all the Servants.

"Everyone, our target for tonight has been decided. It is the black Caster's magic workshop."

The light that shrouded the hall fell on Amakusa's face, and he talked eloquently as usual.

Likewise, Achilles pressed on as always.

"I said you guy, don't ask me to deliver the mail today, the postman doesn't work on weekends!"

Rider on the red side, Achilles, the fastest hero in Greece, is a paranoid battle maniac.

Amakusa knows this well from the three days of getting along.

Likewise, he had a good enough opponent for Achilles.

"If my thinking is correct, tonight should be the final battle." Amakusa Shiro Tokisada smiled sincerely.

It was really sincere, even Karna, who was always wary of him, couldn't help smiling.

The saint's self-contained physique induction is indeed an additional buff that is difficult to completely guard against.

But this time...

"Mr. Amakusa, do you mean that the winner will be decided tonight?"

A touch of fresh green across the communication of several people.

Enkidu snorted, his eyes were full of curiosity: "Can you tell me why?"

Order all the staff to participate in yesterday's offensive and defensive battle, and then ask Caster to build a sufficiently thick fortress.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like preparations for a protracted war, doesn't it?

Whether it is the empress or the empress, at this moment, she is staring at Amakusa suspiciously, trying to see something from the man's expression.

But, unfortunately, nothing can be seen.

What 60 years have brought to Amakusa is by no means pure wealth accumulation, nor is it a promotion and salary increase in the church, but a deep tolerance and self-cultivation.

"Don't worry." Amakusa smiled warmly: "Please allow me to grandly introduce an ally to everyone. As long as we help him defeat an enemy, he will be willing to participate and join us."

ally? ?

Everyone fell into deep thought, but Atalanta was the first to mention the possibility worth worrying about.

"Are you sure you're not a spy sent by the black side?" She raised her head and said without hesitation a topic that might embarrass the Master.

However, Amakusa is by no means someone who will show a distressed posture easily.

What's more, the ally this time has already been determined during the long night of sleep.

"Yes, our allies must not be Black's spies." With a smile on his face, he was hearty and confident: "And..he and Black have nothing to do with each other."

Chapter 41. Dreams Gone with the Wind

Noisy and chaotic city.

Looking out from the majestic and towering castle prison, the people on the street are celebrating and entertaining.

The gray night sky mocked nakedly the joy that did not belong to him.

Just because of that moment.

During his imprisoned years, Grand Duke Vlad III became a terrifying figure in nursery rhymes.

Impalers, vampires, sacrificing people for their own gain, depraved filthy monsters.

why...

The extremely unfair reprimand, as well as returning to the capital after the end of imprisonment, and then being wounded to death in the war.

The screen switches again..

...

—Why are you hiding in the stable?

The majestic man with pale and disheveled hair asked the young man hiding in the stable.

In the messy and smelly haystack, a young man with clean clothes was lying there.

He was at ease, not caring about the stench around him, and even had the time to tease the king who came from afar to fight to defend this soil.

"Hey, uncle, your face is so pale, are you overindulging in sex?"

?

...

"Is it a dream!"

Danic slowly opened his eyes.

Most magicians who study the soul do not need excessive sleep, but only need to rest about once a week.

The strange thing is that just this time, he ran into Lancer's memory by accident.

According to the rhetoric of the Holy Grail War, both the servant and the master may glimpse each other's past.

and....

"Danic, have you peeped into my past?"

A majestic voice.

——It came quickly.

Danic got up and got out of bed, bowed his head pretending to be humble and said, "Yes, my king."

Looking down at the shadowy silhouette, Lancer's figure solidifies in front of his eyes, which can be determined from the moving figure.

"Is that so?" The Grand Duke closed his eyes and frowned.

The sunlight bathed in front of the window gave him a rare sense of warmth.

but..

never mind...

"No need to think about it, just get up."

She didn't blame anything, just calmly called him to get up.

Vlad III found a chair to sit down. He maintained the majesty of a king and continued to discuss today's matters: "Have you figured out how to get rid of your opponent?"

Tonight's countermeasure against the enemy is to attack the lion robber who is alone on the red side;

The strategy to defend against the enemy this time...

...

"Assassin, how long will Mr. Geng be back?" Amakusa Shiro Tokisada asked.

Everyone gathered together now is waiting for Geng Yuan to arrive before announcing the follow-up matters.

—— Well... of course...

Just as Semiramis was about to speak, Achilles uttered his own conjecture.

"I'm afraid I went to flirt with the Ruler chick. Seeing the way they flirted yesterday, I feel that they might have a hard fuck."

Empty, echoing, inevitable in this hall.

At least for this moment, Achilles noticed two or three unkind gazes.

Assassin, Berserker, and Caster.

"So...why are you looking at me like this?" Achilles' eyelids twitched twice. He had a good sense of crisis, and he took two steps to Amakusa's side, so that the farce could only be interrupted by Amakusa's sigh.

"So, if you have any intentions, tell me directly, and I will pass it on, okay?" Semiramis yawned lazily, and it seemed that there was nothing wrong with it.

Amakusa has nothing to do with this passive sabotage: "So... just because of your character, Your Majesty the Empress, I want to communicate with Assassin itself."

Oh? ?

Semiramis glanced at Amakusa.

She seemed to be thinking of something, and said inexplicably with raised lips, "That's fine—"

After the words fell, the empress' eyes slightly closed.

She muttered something from time to time.

Amakusa stood quietly under the throne, quietly waiting for the return of the empress.

At this moment, Achilles couldn't bear to be curious.

He pointed to the golden wall cannons around the outside of the house: "By the way, Assassin, what are these for?"

this...

this is...

"I made this, not hers." The princess ignored the Empress's embarrassment, she especially hated the latter's intriguing expression, the mature charm that she couldn't imitate was very unpleasant.

"Oh, that's how it is." Achilles clenched his fist and tapped his left hand: "So, what exactly is this?"

this...

this is...

"The golden cannon is the embodiment of the weapon of the Royal Castle of Tsarist Russia." Anastasia smiled sweetly: "It must be used soon."