I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

With the cooperation of the Hassan, the people of the mountain easily accepted outsiders like Nitocris.

This is of course, after all, most of these citizens are mountain people.

"Then, I'll leave it to you later, Nitocris." Shirou said.

"Okay." Nitocris nodded.

After relocating the base, Shiro naturally threw it to Nitocris for administrative problems, while he was the second in command with Anxin, basically not worrying about anything.

After all, this is the singularity, and no matter how much is done here, after the singularity is defeated, everything will return to the correct history. Therefore, as long as normal administrative needs are established, there is no need to deliberately worry about the construction of the political system and administrative departments.

After Ozmandias left, Nitocris was very motivated and almost worried about everything, so Shirou basically threw everything to Nitocris, and he lost it. All light.

No.

Withdraw the foreword.

In the rain forest, Shi Lang looked left and right with a cold face, he felt very dangerous.

Shirou often felt a sense of voyeurism after he settled in Mount Mukaibel, which made him very cold!

Shi Lang guessed that it was very likely that King Hassan was staring at him. After all, before he wanted to pretend to be King Hassan to regain Hassan, King Hassan had appeared on his own.

That guy, must have been staring at him in a very strange place, and then laughed like a big evil monster, right?

And he has to enter the end of death, enter the stone tower, and go to Merlin for a while.

The end of death... That is the nest of King Hassan!

That guy must have laid a net of heaven and earth, waiting for the rabbit!

Shi Lang felt a chill at the thought of this.

Walking in the dense rainforest, Shiro headed for the military fort built by the Harsang, which was built outside the settlement of the people of the mountain.

It has been three days since they settled in Mount Mukebair. After reaching a consensus with Hassan, in order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Kay and Mordred and other round table knights did not enter the settlement of the people of the mountain, only Shiro and Ni Toklis enters the settlement of the people who have crossed the mountain.

This can be regarded as an alternative military and political separation.

Nitocris led the citizens to enter and settled in the settlement administratively, while Shiro was the head of the Knights of the Round Table, that is, the military chief came and went between the military fortress and the settlement.

Shi Lang rushed all the way to the military fortress.

Speaking of which, the land of Jerusalem is also strange.

Although the surrounding area of ​​Jerusalem is surrounded by deserts, there are many mountain rainforests, with the Mount of Olives to the east, the Nabisamville Mountain to the west, the Maisharif Mountain to the north, and the Mukebair Mountain to the south.

To enter Mukébar Mountain, you need to cross the desert first, the farthest from Jerusalem.

Therefore, if the Lion King wants to hold the Holy Bale, he will definitely arrest people from the Mount of Olives, the Nabisamville, and the Maisharif before finally focusing on the Mukebair.

And this is why in "FGO", Fujimaru Tatsuka came so late, and Hassan still exists.

It is not that the Hassan are strong enough to resist the Lion King and the Knights of the Round Table, but because of the good terrain.

Before entering the military fortress, Shi Lang heard the very beautiful sound of the piano.

The sound of "ding ding dang dang" is like a jade bead falling into a jade plate.

Shi Lang walked into the military fortress along with the beautiful sound of the piano. He looked up, and as expected, Tristan was holding a harp, sitting on a large rock, plucking the strings, and the beautiful sound of the piano suddenly spread. Out.

And around Tristan, Hassan and the knights of the round table sat together, listening to Tristan's lyre, it seemed quite harmonious.

Shi Lang sighed Tristan's piano, he admired such a talented person.

Suddenly--

As if a cold hand stroked his back, Shi Lang shuddered, a little bit cold.

Coming!

It's this sense of voyeurism!

It must be the **** king Hassan, where he is staring at his life, and he is saying something unclear and stern!

It must be!

Where is it?

Where is it?

——Here!

Shirou felt someone behind him, so he turned around and punched him without thinking.

"Wow--"

The screams rang, and a woman with short purple hair squatted down holding her belly, painful and sweaty.

"Why are you?" Shi Lang looked at the woman with short purple hair in surprise.

This person is not someone else, but Quiet Hassan.

"It hurts." Quiet Hassan asked with tears, "Why hit me?"

"I still want to ask you, why sneak behind me? Don't you know, can't you stand behind a man?"

"I...I...I just passed by." Quiet Hassan said in a panic.

"That's right, I'm sorry."

With this guilty conscience, Shi Lang knew that Quiet Hassan was lying. However, this kind of matter is not important, so there is no need to be too entangled. Shirou directly apologized and stretched out his hand to Quiet Hassan.

At this moment, Tristan stopped the piano and said with a smile: "You are here, King Gnivale."

"Yeah. Your piano sounds really nice, Tristan. This piano sounds reminds me of a down-and-out vagrant poet and a noble princess who adore each other, but they are melancholy and painful because of their status and class. "Shirou said.

"Oh!"

Tristan slapped his thigh and said ecstatically: "You, you actually heard it! This, this is the story of this movement!"

"It's really a sad story, but I suggest you change the original bass to treble in the third chapter."

"Why is this?" Tristan asked strangely.

"The story of the third movement should be the difference between the male and the female, so the bass is accompanied by grief. But just like the music scene in the literary technique, the grief can also be used with high notes. And this kind of narrative, I think It matches your first movement and second movement better." Shirou said.

Tristan thought for a while, and said ecstatically: "Yes, yes! The treble lined up grief! Ah...how can I not think of such an anti-traditional technique? It is indeed you, King Gnéville!"