I Can't Be the Head of Chaldea

"Thank you, Director..." Matthew lowered her head and said a little embarrassedly.

"Thank you very much, Mr. Director."

"But having said that, Tesla, who was connected to the Holy Grail, was killed in one blow. Could it be that your Chaldean director is the one I imagined who stays at the end and has no combat power at all, but only talkative, but the kind A super strong type?" Mordred sighed looking at the picture of Tesla nailed on the wall in front of him.

"Well, the director is just an agent. The real orthodox director, Miss Olga, can make the director surrender with just a look." Leticia said.

Mordred was taken aback: "Really? There are monsters stronger than this guy. In this way, Chaldea is still an incredible place."

"However, I'm more curious about you..." Mordred walked up to the old sword suspiciously, not as tall as the old sword, trying to see the old sword's face clearly from below, the old sword dodged helplessly.

This scene fell into Mordred's eyes, showing an expression of 'you are really weird': "You guy, do I know you?"

In her heart, she has basically guessed 80% of this guy's true identity. Even if he doesn't use the treasure and doesn't show the majesty of the king, the close bond between father and son cannot be separated.

"No, we don't know each other." Old Jian said with a smile.

Mordred bowed his head in a good mood and turned into an extremely bad mood, he...is he still unwilling to admit himself?Whether it was before or now...

"Although I don't know you, there is no doubt that you are an excellent knight. The Master and I have also witnessed your previous battle. You are indeed the legendary Knights of the Round Table."

It was not Tesla, nor Andersen, who would add the suffix "rebellious knight" to the Knights of the Round Table when encountering Mordred. This obviously removed the intuitive impression of rebellious knights, which made Mordred a little embarrassed. .

"Hmm..." Mordred turned his head awkwardly, "Of course! I am one of the Knights of the Round Table, the orthodox heir of King Arthur, and Mordred, the rebellious knight who killed King Arthur! "

"En!" Jiu Jian accepted her claim with a helpless smile.

"Aren't you going to say something!?"

Old Jian shook his head, he had better be a transparent person.

Presented in front of his eyes, Mordred of a completely different gender from his world.This similar pure straightforwardness is not so much rebellious as it is a little bit cute.

"Speaking of which, Mr. Director. Tesla obviously hasn't had much fluctuation in the battle before, and he became frenzied while clamoring to find out the secret between you and Saber. What is this secret?" Roman asked curiously.

With the question of this sentence, Qi Shushu focused his eyes on Du Lin and Jiu Jian.

Mash looked slightly puzzled. She thought it might be related to the true identity of this mysterious heroic spirit, and even the hooded man in front of him was the director himself.

Coles glanced back and forth between the old sword and Mordred, and Leticia blushed slightly.

The real body of the mysterious heroic spirit who had never appeared in the crowds of Chaldea made them curious, and Tesla's obsession before his death made this connection a little bit more.

"senior?"

Gudazi was holding a wise fire on one side, with the expression "what does this have to do with me being happy" on his face, his expression recovered from a certain happy state, and he looked at Matthew blankly.

The end of the battle made everyone present and the heroic spirits feel a lot more relaxed, and even made light-hearted jokes.

Durin didn't respond because he didn't know.

The old sword didn't respond either, he couldn't tell the truth.

"Okay, let's stop chatting here! You still haven't been able to destroy that Angelberda and recover the Holy Grail. Roman, you prepare the transfer of the spirit son, and after destroying it, this singularity will be resolved." Du Lin stared Said at the end of the front.

The magic fog ahead is thick.

Although with the disappearance of Tesla, the lightning in the magic mist has begun to slowly dissipate, and the activation of the magic mist no longer exists.

However, during this period of fighting, the magic mist spewed out by Angerboda was enough to reach a terrifying level.

The end of the cliff top has been completely covered by the magic mist. If people go in, they will probably die immediately!

"Saber, open a passage!" Du Lin ordered.

The old sword nodded, holding the holy sword hidden in the magic with both hands, and slashed forward with an invisible blow.

The biting breeze magic power brushed over everyone's faces, and the magic mist in front of them was slowly flowing back, and was blown away again with the attack of nothingness.Before he was ready to strike the second blow, Mordred beside him had already raised the brilliant King Sword, gathering the berserk red thunder and lightning to strike towards the top of the cliff.

The magic mist was instantly split into two halves.

"It's really amazing." Jiu Jian praised.

"Hmph, so-so! Well, don't talk nonsense, my attack won't bring much time, hurry up and destroy it!" Mordred said, taking the lead in taking a step forward.

"Huh?" Gudazi looked at the cliff top at the end in doubt.

"What's wrong? Master."

"I seemed to see someone just now, maybe it was an illusion..." Gu Dazi looked puzzled.

On the top of the cliff, lying on the ground, a figure dripping with blood, moved step by step like a worm to the front of the huge steam engine Angerboda. His mouth was stained with blood, and his spine had been severed.

Death awaits him...

Even though he wanted to rant right now that Tesla was useless, if he could stand on the top of the cliff and completely avoid fighting with those guys from Chaldea, their plan only needed to wait for the other party to die in the magic fog up.

Although this is the case...but the result now is irreversible.

As a magician, he knew very well that as long as the opponent came back here and found him, he would definitely die completely.

Although the magic fog won't hurt him, the leader, people won't.

That being the case...

There was a touch of madness in his eyes, and he stared at the surroundings. This magic fog has not dissipated, and he can summon powerful heroic spirits.

With his blood-stained hands, he drew a magic circle on the ground, and as the footsteps in the distance gradually approached, his fingers began to tremble slightly.