Type-Moon My Destiny Illustrated Book

The music played by Shuoyue spread throughout Sighişoara. The short melody filled little Jack with interest. As Lingxia's mother, who doted on her the most, she naturally took her to find a piano room and played the piano for her.

This was a quite heartwarming night conversation between mother and daughter—if you ignored the command spell on the back of the woman's hand.

"Black's master?"

Due to the cover of the blank class card and the unknowable nature of the blue side, Jeanne did not see through Little Jack's real name, but even so, she still blurted out the identity of Sixth Path Master Reika.

What really surprised her was that this Master had no servant following her!

Are the talented people brave, or...

On the other side, the disturbed Sixth Director Lingxia paused slightly, while Little Jack opened his eyes dissatisfied and glared at the uninvited guest with a murderous intent. After seeing Shuo Yue, he first showed a surprised smile, but then She looked at the sixth director Lingxia, snorted lightly and ignored him.

Little Jack didn't understand what happened, but since Lingxia's mother was unhappy, it must be Shuoyue's mother's fault, right?

Thinking of this, little Jack glanced at the young man with a normal expression, and then noticed the girl next to him.

That familiar appearance, that similar temperament, and the intimacy with Shuo Yue’s mother...

Little Jack was lost in thought.

Little Jack's eyes lit up.

Little Jack opened his mouth and let out a cheer.

"Yay, another mom!"

"Mom?!" Joan of Arc noticed Little Jack's gaze and pointed at herself in disbelief, "Me?"

"Yeah." Little Jack jumped off the piano stool and circled around Jeanne, sniffing like a kitten, and finally came to the conclusion seriously, "It's mom!"

Blonde hair, serious temperament (cute), beautiful face, and Shuo Yue's behavior is intimate.

All the elements are complete, it’s mom’s fault!

"Eh?! But, but, that..."

Joan of Arc was caught off guard by little Jack. You must know that she was only nineteen years old before she was burned on the stake. Not to mention getting married and having children, she had never even been in love.

But now, such a cute little girl actually calls her mother? !

And in front of Shuo Yue...

As she was thinking this, Jeanne noticed that the young man walked up to her, picked up the cute little Jack, and chuckled, "She is not as easy to talk to as Altria's mother. If you want to recognize her as your mother, you have to work harder, okay?"

"You, do you know each other?" Joan of Arc stammered, but Shuoyue ignored the saint and stayed close to little Jack, grinning and saying:

"Just like you did with Artoria's mother, go ahead little Jack and use charm attacks on her!"

"Well, is that so?" It was obviously a joke, but little Jack really believed it. She jumped out of Mother Shuoyue's arms, trotted to Joan of Arc, raised her head, and looked at the saintly girl with her pure and flawless big eyes.

"Mother."

Joan of Arc was silent.

"Mom?" Little Jack pulled at her clothes, looking pitiful.

Jeanne hardened her heart and looked away.

"Mom..." Little Jack pouted, tears glistening in his ice-blue eyes, making him as lovable as an abandoned child.

Not only her, Lingxia's half-smiling gaze, and Shuoyue's neutral eyes all fell on Jeanne.

She is so cute, can you bear it?

"I..." Joan of Arc opened her mouth, and finally sighed in resignation, squatting down, "I'm here."

"Mom!" Little Jack's eyes lit up and he immediately hugged Joan of Arc, and put his arm around her cheek affectionately, giggling.

Joan of Arc, who had become a single mother without any help, responded with a helpless smile.

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When Jeanne was forced into prostitution, Artoria, who had a similar face to Jeanne, also encountered a crisis.

And it’s still big! Danger! machine!

Gululu...

I don’t know how many times this stupid king heard a protest from his empty stomach.

"Be quiet." Artoria frowned and tried to activate the 'King's Majesty', but her stomach did not listen to her words and still screamed honestly.

She was so angry that she ran away a long time ago, so naturally she couldn't eat dinner. As a servant, Artoria didn't have any currency to buy food.

"Well, that..." The owner of the snack stand looked at the strange man wearing a little lion mask and staying here for a long time with fear.

If the stall owner hadn't known that his merchandise was of little value, he would have shouted loudly to attract customers. But even so, being stared at by this masked man was creepy enough.

"If you don't mind, I can treat you to a bowl..."

"No." Arturia pursed her lips and rejected the stall owner's kindness. "Although an empty stomach is the enemy, I cannot accept charity out of fear."

What's more, if I eat freely, I will probably make this kind person poor...

Artoria regretted for the N+1 time why she didn't throw Shuo Yueqing away after finishing the meal.

But her speech aroused the interest of a certain group of passers-by.

"Hmm, such a familiar rhetoric, let me take a look...Wow, I didn't expect that there are such weirdos in this era."

The girl with messy golden hair tied up and wearing a short-sleeved shirt and hot pants was carrying a paper bag of snacks. She looked at the figure wearing a little lion mask and couldn't help but poked the lion Jie Jie Li beside her.

"Look, Master! There's a weird guy wearing a lion mask! Ahahaha... I'm dying of laughter."

"Shh, be quiet. This is impolite." Noticing that Daimao was wearing a mask, Shizijie patted Xiaomo on the shoulder, signaling her to apologize.

"Huh? What's politeness? A sword and food are enough for me!" Xiao Mo answered as a matter of course, but for some reason, she looked at the strange masked man and suddenly poked the master.

"I say, since you're so kind, let's treat this weirdo to dinner!"

ha? "

Not only was Shishi Jie stunned, but Arturia also tilted her head, not understanding what kind of madness this child had.

Therefore, by this kind of coincidence, Artoria successfully came into contact with the target Mordred before nightfall——

At the expense of the lion's wallet being drained.

I want to spend some time with you. Do you want to take a walk with me?

French meaning above.

Chapter 446 Arthur! ! !

Chapter 447!!!

From the moment he stepped into Sighisoara, Mordred felt that something was wrong.

Expectation, rejection, fear, anger, hatred, joy, uneasiness...

Those positive and negative emotions came in a swarm, not directly occupying her brain, but like intermittent electrical signals, buzzing when she was caught off guard, making her irritable.

What is the reason for this? Mordred himself was puzzled. His overly sensitive intuition captured the movement, but the meaning of this movement required the owner to guess.

This feeling of confusion once made Mordred very irritable, but when she met the strange man wearing a little lion mask, this itchy feeling came to an abrupt end, and was replaced by a strong sense of security and lingering doubts.

What exactly does this mean? Could this masked weirdo be someone she subconsciously believed she could trust?

"No, there is another possibility..."

Falling behind Shizi Jie, Xiao Mo muttered, causing the Master to turn his head in surprise.

"What's wrong,?"

"No, it's okay." He reassured Lion Jie, but after a brief pause, Mordred couldn't help but talk to himself.

"It should be... okay?"

She knew that there were two ways to get rid of the Dai Mao family's inherited intuition. The first was to find the key to help solve the problem, and the second was...

It's like the straw that breaks the camel's back; the fall of the Louis XVI Happy Table; the final exam results are finally released, and the relief after the anxious wait can also make the intuition stop working.

After all, the source of danger is already standing in front of us, so what else is needed to warn?

"Ha, how is that possible?"

Thinking of this, Mordred shook his head and threw this ridiculous idea behind him.

There are not many people who can defeat her Mordred. A weirdo like this who hides his head and stands motionless next to a vendor because of hunger, maybe he can't even block her sword, right?

——Besides, why bother with so much, it’s enough to live well now!

So, Mordred happily put his mind aside and started the action in Sighisoara, dragging the masked King Arthur with him.

At first, Altria wanted to run away, but when she thought about tonight's goal and the temptation of delicious food, she finally chose to "endure the humiliation" and followed Xiao Mo obediently.

"Do you want to eat kebabs?"

"Huh? Oh."

"What about this, bacon?"

"Well, it's not impossible."

“Sauerkraut with roasted pork shoulder?”

"Um woo um (gulp)...wasting food is wrong, um, so let me help you."

"Haha, the way you talk is so funny! It's completely different from someone I know. That's okay. Hey, Master!"

"What are you doing? I'm talking about you." Lion Jie's eyebrows twitched, "leave me some money at least!"

In this way, the street full of retro style was transformed into a food street by Xiao Mo and Da Mao, and only the world where the lion robbed the wallet and was injured was achieved (heavy fog).

But as he was walking around, Lion Jie Jie Li discovered something was wrong.

——His servant Mordred: a rebellious, unruly knight who unconsciously serves this masked weirdo!

He was sure that even Mordred herself was not aware of this. Along the way, she had always consulted that weirdo for his opinion before taking action!

What surprised Shishi Jie even more was that the masked weirdo didn't feel the slightest discomfort when faced with the 'stranger''s fawning. Instead, he calmly accepted this way of getting along and ate and drank as a matter of course.

...You are really thick-skinned.

The lion, who knew nothing about the truth, sighed, and as Daimao finally ate half full, Mordred, as if he had known it for a long time, pulled her and turned to walk into a clothing store.

"Come on, the mask you wear is uncomfortable, and you are wearing a black robe, covering yourself up. Don't you think it's weird?"

Just like that, Altria was dragged into the clothing store by Mordred with a confused look on her face, still holding an unfinished kebab in her hand.

I don't know where the excitement came from, but Mordred walked around the store and quickly picked out a set of clothes. He handed it to Daimao like he was presenting a treasure, with a clear gleam of anticipation in his eyes.

"How about it, do you want to give it a try?"

"Uh..." With her ahoge shaking slightly, Altria looked at the shorts that were as short as men's swimming trunks, and the ultra-short shirt that looked no different from a tube top, and felt a chill on her face.

This is too revealing! Moreover, isn’t this exactly the same as what you are wearing, Lord Mordred!

She subconsciously wanted to refuse, but at this moment, her intuition struck, and Arturia suddenly remembered Sakuyue's previous words.

"If you have any communication with Mordred, remember not to refuse directly, my king."

"why?"

"Why? Of course it's because your round table is full of guys with communication difficulties. One or two of them can't even talk. Needless to say, Cui is sad that he doesn't understand people's hearts. If I hadn't pushed him, would you have understood Lan? What is that ass Sloat thinking?"

The young man sighed and patted his immediate boss on the shoulder tiredly: "In short, follow your inner guidance and speak your true thoughts frankly, my king!"

Tell your inner thoughts frankly, okay...

Artoria was lost in thought, while on the other side, Lion Jie couldn't help but secretly contacted Mordred using a causal line:

, do you know this masked person? Is she an enemy or a friend? Is she a follower or just an ordinary person? "

"do not know!"

ha? "

"I told you, I don't know anything!"

"Then you still look so confident? You have spent all the bounty money I have earned over the past few years!"

"Oh, it's okay, Master, I still have you, not to mention if it's an enemy, just chop it down!"

"That's what I said, alas..."