Nobody knows how to be a villain better than me.

"Can we kill him? Then we're going to attack."

Upon hearing that he could go on a killing spree, the innocent and pure-hearted little guy immediately pulled out a dagger, overjoyed.

"no!"

However, before Little Jack could cheer and pounce on her, Samael's cold snort of rejection left the cheerful white-haired girl sullenly squatting on the ground, muttering and drawing circles in her mind, secretly thinking of a certain "bad guy".

At this moment, Samael snapped out of his thoughts, snapped his fingers, and deactivated the [cognitive dislocation] covering him, revealing his true appearance. He opened his arms and spoke with a smile.

"Long time no see, Xiao Mo."

"Partner?! Hahaha, you're still alive!"

Upon seeing the summoner's true form, the rebellious knight, after a brief moment of stunned silence, immediately lowered his guard, beaming as he approached Samael, punching him on the shoulder with an excited yet familiar air.

Samael, who had been hit squarely, staggered as he felt the explosive force, comparable to a cannonball hitting him, and couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his mouth.

That brat, he doesn't know his own strength...

"Hey, weren't you supposed to be living in seclusion on Avalon Island? How come we searched the whole island after we came out and couldn't find a single hair of yours? Tell me honestly, where have you been all these past thousand years?"

Mordred rested his elbow on Samael's shoulder and bombarded him with questions.

More than a thousand years?

Hearing the time measurement vaguely, Liu Daolingxia stole a glance at her young and handsome boss, looking as if she had seen a ghost, and kept swallowing her saliva.

It's probably just an exaggerated description, right?

Liu Daolingxia shook her head, quickly banishing this absurd idea from her mind.

At this moment, Samael pressed down on the arms of the rebellious knight who was pounding on him, pointed to the gloomy surroundings, forced a smile, and made a suggestion.

"Well, this is a long story, and it would probably take some time to explain. Why don't we find a place to sit down, have a cup of hot tea, and talk about it slowly?"

"I want to eat KFC!"

Upon hearing this, a carefree brat's eyes lit up, and he excitedly announced his request.

As expected, she truly is the offspring of the ahoge (cowlick)...

Upon hearing this, Samael sighed and rubbed his chin, then muttered something under his breath.

"But before that, it looks like we'll have to make a trip to the nearby shopping mall."

"Give me three fried chickens, twenty hamburgers, and five Cokes, that's enough. What's the point of going to the mall?"

Mordred was puzzled and confused.

"What do you say?"

Samael pointed to the few

After removing her armor, the woman, wearing only a few strips of red cloth, spoke irritably.

I don't know which pervert designed it, or if it's just this kid's unique fashion sense, but her outfit has almost a third of it showing skin.

Several hours later, on the second floor of the town's KFC, four people, having ordered a bunch of fried chicken, hamburgers, snacks, and cola, sat at two separate tables.

Liu Daolingxia watched little Jack devour his children's meal, her eyes overflowing with satisfaction and tenderness. Meanwhile, Samael recounted, in fragments, their experiences after entering the Inner Sea of ​​the Star to Mordred.

Mordred couldn't help but feel a little sad about Samael's ups and downs.

After briefly reminiscing about the past, Samael's eyes gleamed as he steered the conversation back on track.

"Xiao Mo, speaking of which, what about Sister Wang and Artoria..."

"Don't worry, they've long since forgotten about you tricking them into coming to the Starry Sea!"

Wearing hot pants and a tank top, Mordred immediately understood, raised her greasy paw, patted Samael's shoulder casually, and replied nonchalantly.

Although Samael was a contributing factor to the decline of Britain, the real factor leading to the collapse of the nation was the restless hearts of its people.

As his successor, Morgan did everything he could to salvage the situation, but he still couldn't withstand the overwhelming tide of history.

As compensation, Samael's contingency plans in Britain allowed the once-lost nation to stand tall once more in this era. With merits and demerits offsetting each other, they were naturally not pursued further.

This girl...

The ancient snake stared at the greasy claw marks on her clothes, her lips twitching slightly, and once again greeted her court etiquette teachers.

However, having received a positive reply, Samael breathed a slight sigh of relief, then gave a seemingly casual suggestion with a glint in his eye.

"I happen to have some free time recently, how about you take me back to Lentinion to have a look?"

Having just escaped from Fuyuki City, I can't go back there for the time being to avoid being exploited like a dried snake.

Greece has Athena and Argo's herd of beasts, and they just went on a tour. Plus, with Medusa, Medea and Mount Ares involved, it's not very safe there.

Going back to work for the Dark Council, where the work would be endless and grueling, is out of the question.

Seeking refuge with his older sister in South America is indeed a good idea, but there's a lot of messy stuff going on there lately, waiting for Kukulkan to deal with it. If he just goes there like that, he might end up being conscripted...

After much thought, Samael decided that Lentinion was a good place to go.

Based on the principle of "the darkest place is under the lamp," and considering that the group at the round table had little connection to his previous network of relationships, theoretically this place was relatively safe.

Moreover, after so many years, to be honest, Samael actually missed his old friends who had been tricked into the Starry Sea by his own hands.

However, just to be on the safe side, it's still necessary to probe the opinions and attitudes of those victims.

Therefore, this is precisely why Samael summoned Mordred.

"Go back? No way!"

However, just as the ancient serpent relaxed and offered its suggestion, Mordred shook its head wildly, showing an attitude of preferring death to submission.

"I finally managed to escape, I don't want to go back to work! Patrolling all day and dealing with emergencies is just too much trouble. If you want to leave, leave yourself!"

Nonsense! If I dared to replenish myself, would I need to summon you?!

Samael rolled his eyes, his face darkening as he silently complained.

Based on his consistent experience, women are often two-faced creatures. They may say they forgive and miss you, but who knows if they would actually stab him in the back in revenge if he actually appeared in front of them?

Therefore, the safest approach is to first deceive Mordred and secretly take him there to confirm Artoria and Morgan's true intentions.

Unfortunately, this runaway kid is clueless.

Samael rubbed his slightly sore temples and asked weakly.

"Tell me, when are you going back?"

A certain mischievous child glanced at Jack, the white-haired little girl who was happily eating next to him, and seemed to have thought of something. His eyes rolled, and he raised his elbow to nudge Samael next to him, speaking mysteriously.

"The Holy Grail War is being held here, right?"

"Yes……"

"Then wait until I get the Holy Grail!"

Mordred's eyes lit up as she stated her terms, clenching her fists as she spoke, a hint of resentment appearing on her small face.

"Galahad just got a broken cup, what's he so smug about?! I could do that too! He thinks he can use that to steal my throne? Dream on!"

Given the oath he made years ago, Galahad, who once retrieved the Holy Grail for King Arthur, has undoubtedly become the most prominent figure among the younger generation of Knights of the Round Table, with some even suggesting that he be included in the selection process for the next king.

Mordred, who often considered herself the heir to the throne and the legitimate heir to the royal family, was extremely jealous of this.

Now that such an opportunity is rare, this brat is naturally unwilling to let go of this seemingly readily available Holy Grail.

"Give up, I'm not going to help you with this."

Samael simply shrugged and said no.

On the one hand, he just wanted to find a safe place to hide and escape the women's pursuit, and he had no interest in the Holy Grail; on the other hand, he knew more than just the brat in front of him, and if he personally intervened, it would be a bit like taking sides.

"Tch, who needs your help! I'll take my Holy Grail myself!"

Mordred snorted nonchalantly, standing on one leg.

Standing on a bench, he made a confident declaration.

Well, it seems I really have to make a trip to Tulipas now.

Samael, who was really worried about a certain unruly child, smiled wryly and rubbed his forehead, and had no choice but to accept the fact, while secretly making plans in his heart.

At worst, we can deal with the little incident in Tulifas first, and then turn our attention to Lentinion.

Chapter Thirty-Five: I Suspect You're Jewish (4k)

At a KFC restaurant.

Samael, who was stirring his coffee, turned his head as if sensing something, looking out at the misty fog and the shadows gradually spreading across the empty street, and a slight smile appeared on his lips.

"It looks like our people have arrived."

"Then, kill them all!"

Mordred, standing to the side, tossed down the paper bag of her hamburger, a cheerful smile spreading across her face.

boom!

Before he finished speaking, the rebellious knight leaped from his seat, smashed through the window, and landed on his knees. Then, like a swift cheetah, he took a running start, his magic surging within him, manifesting as heavy knight armor and a red and white greatsword, entering a frenzied battle state.

Buzz buzz!

Seemingly sensing danger, magical arrays lit up in the mist, and several clay and stone golems made of clay, metal, and gemstones, with heavy steps and swinging their fists, headed towards Mordred.

The rebellious knight grinned menacingly, and with his holy sword Clarentt in hand, he swept forward, unleashing several streaks of intense crimson lightning that exploded on the bodies of seven or eight earthen golems, cleaving them in two at the waist.

"Roar!"

With a low growl, several more earth and stone golems emerged from the mist once more, refilling the encirclement.

"Seriously. Small fry should act like small fry and obediently be wiped out by me!"

Mordred smirked disdainfully, his holy sword hacking and smashing away at the enemies blocking his path without any fancy moves. When he got carried away, he even used barbaric and random techniques such as punching, kicking, and headbutting.

Wherever the rebellious knight went, he left behind a mess and the broken limbs of earthen golems.

That scene reminded Samael of the figurine shelf that had been knocked over and vandalized by the mischievous children, as well as the rumors circulating in Lentinion City over the past few years.

The windows of the royal palace always break for no reason;

The treasures of the divine tower are constantly being stolen;

Pridovin, kept in the stables, would always run around the city late at night, racing cars.

Those who spoke ill of King Arthur in the city, if they were traveling alone at night, would often be stuffed in sacks, beaten up, and then found the next day by a stinking ditch or in a garbage can...

Clearly, this must be the work of some mischievous kid.

Samael, one of the educators, looked at Mordred, who was surrounded by a group of earthen golems, wreaking havoc and venting her boundless energy.

The rebellious knight, who could easily handle the situation, beamed with joy as if he had found a toy, and frolicked on the ground.

Do all androids have such a long rebellious phase?

The ancient snake glanced at the broken window in front of him, raised his hand to his forehead, and felt deeply that his education had failed.

At that moment, just as Mordred was engrossed in his game and deeply engaged in battle, several even more slender figures, concealed by the mist, quietly crept onto the rooftops and eaves, activated the mechanisms, and fitted the figures darting about in the encirclement into their aiming rings. Their pale, slender fingers then gripped the suspended blades.

"Found it! Something that can be disassembled!"

However, before the figure on the roof could pull the trigger, a clear and innocent cheer came from the mist behind them.

"Pfft! Pfft!"

With the sound of tearing cloth, the lurking figure was split in two, one piece flying high into the air, and the other rolling off the tiles and falling to the ground one after the other.

"Tch, who asked for your help? Don't try to take it from me!"

Mordred, who was having a great time playing with the earth and stone golems, looked up at the white-haired little girl who had appeared on the roof and protested in dissatisfaction.

However, the protest was ineffective, and little Jack, being a mischievous kid himself, naturally wouldn't listen to Mordred's complaints.

The little guy, as if swimming in the fog, appeared and disappeared unpredictably, happily dismantling the figures lurking along the way and enjoying the pleasure of dismantling them.

"Mine! It's all mine!"

"Stop, stop! At least two-thirds!"

"Fine, let's split it in half! You can have those ugly monsters on top, and I'll take the puppets below!"

Mordred effortlessly dealt with the earthen golems along the way, while grumbling and haggling with Little Jack, who was darting around on the rooftops.

In response, Jack simply made a face and ignored it completely, revealing his mischievous nature.