A Master's Type Moon Event Book

"Da Vinci, are there still people in these buildings?" Li Xiang asked. His memory was a little fuzzy, but he was impressed by the servants of the fourth singularity. Liya Alter, the place where she first appeared was London.

"There are people." Da Vinci said, "It seems that they also know that this mist is mixed with magic power, which is extremely harmful to human beings, and they cannot wait for long."

"This fog should have started not long ago." Li Xiang said thoughtfully, "If it has been a long time, I am afraid that these ordinary humans will starve to death at home."

"It's really troublesome." Roman sighed, "Chaldea's system also took a lot of time to identify the human beings in the building, so it is even more impossible to identify magicians or servants. Ahh, help me, magic Mellie!"

"?" Li Xiang complained, "It's useless to call Meili at this time, right? Roman, please be sober!"

"Let me ask for you, the fog in London is thicker than the legend, what should I do? How about writing this?"

"That guy won't talk to you, Roman, give up." Li Xiang said, "Hurry up and get down to business. What you have to do now is not to ask the idol for help, but to help us pay attention to the surrounding situation. The Chaldean system At any rate, it is wider than our perception range, and the distance of ten meters is enough for us to react."

"Okay, okay, the message was successful!" Roman said pleasantly, "Wow, I replied, 'I suggest you use magic to expel it, or go another day'."

"..." Li Xiang shook his head helplessly. Merlin is not reliable at all. Using magic to expel it is almost as good as Solomon doing it himself.How can they have this ability?

"Li Xiang." Roman's voice was a little hesitant.

"what happened?"

"There is someone behind you." Roman said with some uncertainty, "It may be a follower."

Chapter 310 Mordred

The fog in London varies from deep to shallow, dense places are like swamps, if you don't pay attention, you will lose your life.

The active magic fog, even a servant, cannot stay for a long time, and must be offset by magic power. Ordinary humans can't touch it at all, so Li Xiang understands why there is no one on the streets of London.

The fog they were in belonged to the dense area. Behind Li Xiang, Roman issued an early warning when he got close.

A blond girl in armor.

Dress that doesn't fit the times can only be a follower.

Mordred.

From the Knights of the Round Table in Arthurian legend, and the son of King Arthur, the rebellious knights who put an end to legend.

She is an artificial life form created under the treachery of King Arthur's sister Morgan Le Fay, a tragic child born to kill King Arthur.

But unlike Morgan Le Fay's attempt, Mordred yearned for King Arthur, trying to be like her.

Unfortunately, it was rejected by King Arthur.

Mordred eventually rebelled, wounding Queen Arthur and dying at the Battle of Camlann.

"Hey, are you two newly born servants?" Mordred asked carelessly.

Newly born servant?

Li Xiang guessed the meaning of this sentence, and asked, "Are you also summoned in the mist?"

"That's right. I don't know who my Master is, anyway, this is an abnormal Holy Grail War."

"So this mist has the ability to randomly summon followers?" Li Xiang whispered.

Unlike the previous singularity, there are no wild servants, all are summoned by the Holy Grail.

Kind of like a game card pool.

But who does he want to draw?

"What are you talking about in a low voice?" Mordred patted his armor, tinkling, "My name is Mordred, how about it? Join us, otherwise, we can only wipe you out."

"Join you? What is your purpose?"

"My purpose is naturally to save my father's beloved Londinium."

Londinium is the original name of London.

Around AD 50, the Romans established a city in the Thames River Valley, named Londinium.

Li Xiang looked at the bright smile on Mordred's face, and for a moment didn't know whether the answer was sincere.

"In this case, our purpose is the same."

"Oh? You also want to save London? Judging by your looks, you don't look like people from London." Mordred asked curiously, "Can you tell me why?"

"Do you know the Magic Association?" Li Xiang asked.

"Oh, I know that."

"The two of us are students of the Magic Association."

Mordred had no doubts, nodded and said, "So that's the case."

"Actually, there is another reason." Li Xiang thought about it, and told her about Chaldea and the revision era without hiding too much.

Mordred was obviously shocked, and froze in place after listening.

"I didn't expect London to be formed because of this. No wonder this era is full of weirdness. The Holy Grail War is not like the Holy Grail War in my impression, and there is no master, only endless fog and a pile of broken copper."

"What scrap?" Li Xiang had a bad feeling.

"Just... wait, come here." Mordred held the magic sword Clarent, the wide blade was almost as tall as her.

Click click.