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As soon as she arrived, Mashu saw that the huge Fafnir was tied tightly to the spot by dozens of golden chains, and Mo Wang was standing on the dragon's head, shouting something.

"What on earth is going on here?"

Mashu, who had just arrived, was breathing heavily and couldn't figure out the situation for a while.

"Ms. Mashu, are you awake already?"

At this moment, Shi Niang's voice rang in Mashu's ears.

"Ms. Emiya? What's going on here? What on earth is Senior doing?"

Seeing the appearance of the lady, Mashu seemed to have found a life-saving straw and asked her hurriedly.

"Well, Mr. Mo Wang is probably holding a dragon-slaying tournament, right?"

"Dragon Slaying Conference?"

Mashu's mind paused for about ten seconds as she listened to what the lady said.

"Yes, early this morning, Mr. Mowang announced to the entire city that he would kill Fafnir in front of everyone."

"And announce that everyone in the city can try to kill the dragon. At the end, there will be a dragon meat cooking competition to elect the best dragon meat cooking master in the entire city."

"Everyone in the city is very excited now."

"Huh? Huh? Dragon slaying competition? Dragon meat cooking competition?"

Mashu was a little incoherent for a moment as he looked at the lady in front of him.

At this moment, she finally understood why the doctor looked so helpless when he mentioned this matter.

"Big, where's everyone? Why didn't anyone come to stop Senpai?! Something like this will cause panic!"

At this time, Mashu began to look for traces of her companions, but the lady patted Mashu's shoulder and pointed to the side.

"If you're talking about them, it seems like they're even more excited than the people in the group."

In the direction pointed by the lady, Mashu looked to the side with a stiff expression.

At this moment, she saw the servants she was familiar with standing next to Fafnir, ready to fight.

"Hmph, slaying a dragon? That's quite an interesting thing. I've never attempted such a feat in my lifetime."

At this time, the dog was standing in front of Fafnir, looking at the dragon in front of him with a grim smile on his face.

"It's just a bound dragon. What's there to look forward to? That's all you can hope for."

Looking at the dog's appearance, Red A on the side decisively began to mock him.

"Huh? You dare say that to me? You talk like you've killed a real dragon."

Gouzi said to Red A with an unconvinced look on his face, glancing at his hands, "If you're not interested in slaying dragons, why are you here? And why have you prepared so many swords?"

"This is naturally because, as a chef, I have to ensure the ingredients are fresh."

Red A said to the dog calmly.

"Huh? You bastard, those things you just pulled out were all famous dragon-slaying holy swords, right? You despicable guy, you actually pulled out replicas of those things!"

"Humph, if you want to slay a dragon, you naturally have to make sure the tools are suitable. I'm not like you, planning to use a gun to stab that dragon."

"Do you want to pick its teeth?"

"I'm going to stab you to death first, you bastard!"

"What are they two doing?"

At this moment, Mashu looked at Hong A and Cu Chulainn on the other side with regret, and asked the lady beside him with a stiff expression.

"Maybe it's because these two have already signed up for the dragon-slaying competition? So..."

"By the way, Charlemagne also participated in this competition~"

"what?"

Following the lady's gaze, Mashu couldn't help but look over, and sure enough, Charlemagne was also in the team.

"Ohhh! Is this a real dragon? It really is a formidable creature."

"I just don't know if my sword can kill this guy."

At this moment, Charlemagne looked at Fafnir in front of him with excitement on his face, just like a child.

"Even Charlemagne, isn't it?"

At this time, Mashu hurriedly started looking again, and sure enough, in the front row of the audience, Mozart and Queen Marie were also looking at the dragon in front of them with excitement.

"Look, look! Amadeus, it's a real dragon!"

Queen Marie was seen holding Mozart's hand with excitement and shouting like a lively girl.

"Oh, my dear Mary, of course I did."

"I never thought I'd be able to witness the dragon being slain. And with so many heroes gathered here."

"Ah, my musical inspiration is starting to flow again!"

Looking at the two people in the distance, Mashu couldn't help but cover her face.

As expected, these two people should not have any expectations.

What should she do now? She felt that her entire team was completely hopeless!

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Faced with her teammates who had begun to behave abnormally, Mashu felt that things seemed to be heading towards a situation that was out of control.

"No, there's still Miss Jeanne. There must be someone else in the team!"

As if to prove that she was not the last normal person in the team, Mashu immediately began to look for Jeanne's trace.

It was obvious that Joan of Arc was sitting in the audience like Marshal Sword, and seemed to be looking forward to this conference.

"Miss Jeanne!"

"Um, it's Miss Mashu, what's going on?"

Seeing Mashu running towards her in a hurry, Jeanne looked puzzled.

"Regarding Senior, don't you have any idea about him doing this kind of thing?"

At this time, Mashu asked Joan of Arc in front of her. Looking at Joan of Arc's calm expression, Mashu suddenly felt that something was wrong.

"Ah? Are you talking about the Master holding a dragon-slaying tournament? I was quite surprised when I first heard about this."

At this time, Joan of Arc heard what Mash said and understood what she meant.

"Yes, yes!"

Mashu couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when he heard Jeanne's words.

At least it seems that there are other normal people in the team besides her.

"However, after thinking about it carefully, I feel that what the Master did is actually reasonable."

"At least the public execution of Fafnir has indeed rekindled the spirits of everyone in the city. I think that's a good thing, right?"

Jeanne looked at Mash and said.

"Ah, ah?"

"Look, after what happened yesterday, the people in this city were originally filled with despair. But now, they are completely ignited by their inner emotions. At least from a military perspective, this is a very good change."

Joan of Arc was carefully analyzing Mashu at this time.

In fact, yesterday's war almost directly destroyed the morale of the soldiers in the entire city.

Even though they defeated Black Jeanne in the end, Joan of Arc knew that most people were pessimistic about the future.

Mo Wang's direct move instantly turned the despair of the people in the city into anger, resentment, and excitement.

To a general, this was the best possible outcome.

"Yeah, I didn't expect that adult could come up with such a plan."

"This is equivalent to publicly executing an opposing general. It can greatly boost our morale. It's a very effective tactic in war."

At this time, Marshal Jian also affirmed Mo Wang's behavior.

Just like beheading the enemy general before declaring war, this method of boosting morale is no different from Mo Wang's public killing of Fafnir now.

It simply turns people into dragons.

Besides, if Mo Wang used people to do this kind of thing and wanted to eat their flesh after doing it, Joan of Arc might stop him.

But if you say that this was replaced by a dragon, Joan of Arc really would have no objection.

Moreover, Joan of Arc's character is not that of a saintly person with no bottom line.

If she was really a saint who couldn't stand killing, she wouldn't have led an army like France to stop England.

"This……"

Well, at this point Mashu was speechless.

But she suddenly felt that she was the only abnormal person in the team?

"Everyone! Our first French Dragon Slaying Tournament is now officially beginning!"

"I'm sure all of you folks are eager to slay this abominable dragon, right?"

"Don't worry! Now, let's invite our first contestant to the stage!"

Just when Mashu was in a dilemma, Mo Wang had already announced the start of the Dragon Slaying Conference.

"Let me do it! This bastard burned my wife and children!"

At this moment, a ragged farmer staggered onto the execution platform, his eyes bloodshot and the axe in his hand trembling slightly because he was holding it too tightly.

His nails dug deep into his palms, but he seemed to feel no pain. He just stared at Fafnir who was bound by chains.

"Go to hell! Go to hell!"

The axe blade struck the dragon's scales fiercely, sparks flying, and the sharp sound of metal clashing echoed across the square. But the dark scales were left with not even a white mark; instead, the axe blade curled at the edge. The farmer, as if possessed, mechanically repeated the chopping motion, oblivious to the cracking of his knuckles. Blood dripped down the axe handle, spreading dark red patterns across the dragon's scales.

"Why can't I cut through it...why!" His voice gradually twisted into a wail, and finally he threw himself on the dragon's back and used his nails to dig into the gaps between the scales. "Give Mary back to me! Give the children back to me!"

The farmer, out of control, kept swinging the axe in his hand until the axe blade broke into pieces, without leaving a single scratch on the scales.

The farmer's out-of-control emotions immediately resonated with the people around him.

Although the farmer in front of them was in a very miserable state, they couldn't bear to blame him.

Because the giant dragon in front of us has indeed caused too much damage to this city and this country.

At least tens of thousands of people have died at the hands of this giant dragon.

And the number of people whose assets were destroyed is countless.

If they hadn't known they couldn't kill the dragon, they would have rushed forward and torn Fafnir to pieces.

"Sir, please go down."

"Next, please leave it to others."

At this moment, a soldier covered in bandages came up. He was a contestant after the farmer.

"Yes, yes. From now on, it's up to you. Please make this guy pay the price."

The farmer glanced at the soldier and staggered away.

After the farmer stumbled back, the bandaged soldier stood before Fafnir. He drew his sword, the blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight, but when he struck the dragon's neck with all his might—

"clang!"

The blade broke.

The soldier stared blankly at the broken sword in his hand, then at the dragon's pitch-black scales, which were untouched by a single scratch. He madly chopped at it with the broken sword, punching and kicking it, but Fafnir simply looked down at him indifferently, a hint of mockery in his golden pupils.

"Why...why can't I hurt it..."

The soldier's voice trembled as he finally fell to his knees, his fists weakly pounding on the dragon's scales, blood seeping from his knuckles. "My comrades...did they all die in vain..."

The crowd in the audience began to riot.

"Let me do it!" A frail woman rushed onto the stage, clutching a kitchen knife. She had once owned a bakery on the outskirts of town, but the shop and her husband had been burned to ashes by the dragon's breath. She screamed and slashed at Fafnir's claws with all her might—"