I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

Before Shilang left instinctively, he wanted to explain.

But what came into his throat, "You got it wrong", this sentence has not been said yet, he only took one step forward, but made Altria clenched the invisible holy sword in her hand, her face was very serious, as if she was herself One step forward is the same as an offensive.

Shi Lang had no choice but to stop, feeling a sorrow in his heart.

In theory, in the Fifth Holy Grail War, he will still be her master, right? He made the vow to guard with the sword, but at the moment he aimed the sword at him.

Although clearly knowing that using things in the future and that may no longer happen to define the current person is indeed a moral kidnapping, and he is not the true meaning of Shiro Weimiya. But Altria pointed the sword at him, and she felt sorrow besides fear.

Want to go home.

I want to run into my dream and find my big sister to comfort me.

Shirou felt bitterness in his heart. Is this because the body is young, or is there someone who can share their own inner pains and cause them to become so weak?

Although, it is not very strong in itself. At least compared to these heroes who have experienced life and death disasters, he, the mortal whose biggest suffering is how to make money to support his family, is indeed not a strong person.

But now, Shirou must stop his pace. There is **** ahead, and we can't go any further.

He stopped, feeling a little nervous.

These followers inexplicably called him a traitor and showed hostility towards him.

Shi Lang was timid about these mythical murderers from his heart, but he was wearing a black cloak and an Ultraman leather case, no one could see it.

The fear of the hero made him subconsciously look at Gilgamesh standing high on the street lamp.

This guy once helped Shirou when he was at Ma Tong's house. Let Skaha help him again, saying that he has become his object of pleasure, so at least he won't let himself be eliminated on the first night, right?

As long as he can spend this first night first, he can begin to develop his own strategy and tactics.

However, what Shiro saw was indeed the kind of joking gaze as if the king was looking at the clown, without any intention of helping him.

That's right.

Yeah.

I will be exposed. I will fall into this ugly state. The fundamental fault is him!

Subconsciously treating him as a dependency is a mistake in itself. It verifies the weakness and fear of mortals.

This man can only do things that make him happy, and the things that make him happy now are probably watching a mortal struggling to a dead end on the stage of heroes, right?

Shirou felt very uncomfortable

This feeling of being unaccompanied and unreliable in the boundless world is really uncomfortable at all.

It's like leaving home and going to the big city to work hard in those years. No friends, no relatives, at a loss.

No.

More uncomfortable than that.

Because I failed to go out to work hard, there is still a home to go back to, and a shelter from the wind. And here, if it fails, there is only death.

Fortunately, it seemed that it was because of mutual jealousy that no followers attacked him.

While this made Shi Lang fearful, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

However—

"Since neither the King of Conqueror nor the King of Knights have the intention to make a move, then I will do it." With that said, Lancer Di Lumuto stepped out, held the demon-broken red rose and pointed at Shi Lang, and said: " I don’t know if this is Assassin or Caster’s servant. If you slander the hero’s glory, I, Lancer, will fight against you!"

Shi Lang's heart trembled.

"You come to crusade me? Your master, will you agree? Don't forget, there are still so many followers here." Shirou resisted the fear in his heart, and forced his tone not to appear so unassuming.

But it's a pity that the sentences are a bit incoherent, and anyone can hear the lack of it.

"The monarch?" Di Lu Muduo looked at Shi Lang directly and asked Kenneth who was hiding around him.

"I-, yes. Lancer, crusade this ride!" Kenneth said.

Shi Lang was terrified in his heart, looked towards the place where Kenneth made the sound, and said, "Master of Lancer, you have to think carefully. Lancer may not be able to attack me, and there are three riders around here. No. It’s four riders, and there’s an Assassin staring at you nearby. If Lancer can’t attack me for a long time, how will you end up? Can’t you elaborate more than me?"

Is Assassin nearby? Altria was more vigilant, protecting Alice Phil.

Iskandar put his arms around his chest and smiled happily: "No problem. This king is happy to see heroes fighting. In the name of this king, if someone intervenes, it is like an enemy to this king."

You—! !

Shilang's hands under his sleeves tightened, and his heart was full of resentment.

The heroic man named the King of Conquer, who was once subdued, has now become a sharp knife to kill him.

It's ironic!

"It turns out your Excellency is Caster... Lancer, crusade him and bring me glory." Kenneth issued an order.

"Yes—my monarch." Lancer's face became serious, and he stared at Shirou earnestly, exuding a terrifying murderous aura.

Sick!

Sick and sick! !

Shi Lang scolded Kenneth secretly, he had already said so clearly, why did he still attack him like this?

Shiro didn't understand Kenneth, and he couldn't understand it.

Because his name is Fujimaru Shiro, and Kenneth is called Kenneth. Even if they are all people, but they are not the same brain, how can they understand each other?

But the followers around can understand, because Shirou just said. The trace of fear, the trace of fear of Lancer's hands, could not be hidden.

No.

He reluctantly. Worked hard. Hidden.

However, as a mortal, an ordinary social youth, and an ordinary squeezed social animal, they are always social workers who watch leaders or social elites take the stage and give speeches. They don’t even have the opportunity to preach before others. How to overcome their mentality How to conceal the fear in front of a group of murderers?

Not to mention that these mythical murderers are all people who walked out of the sea of ​​blood in the corpse mountain, and they are more sensitive to the capture of fear than the hyena!

What to do?

What to do?

Do you want to fight?

Can you fight?