Conan Super Detective

"Damn it, Dongma, you guy is really unforgivable!"

Ilia shouted dissatisfiedly.

The girls all showed knowing smiles to her childish cries.

In the laughter, everyone enjoyed a rare dinner without any vigilance.

No, it's not right. It just ruled out the vigilance related to the Holy Grail War. As the dependents of the woman and Dongma, they still had an invisible confrontation at the dinner table.

Dongma didn't care about these, but found it very interesting.

On the other side, Fujimura got up and left the table after eating.

Seeing this female teacher with a little careless personality, Dongma showed a pensive expression.

You must know that she has always been keen on all kinds of food, but today she left her seat surprisingly early, which made Dongma suddenly more curious.

So, under the dissatisfied gaze of the women, they finished their dinner hastily and came to Fujimura's room.

Chapter 2280 Servant's dream!

"Dahe, is there anything on your mind?"

In Dahe's room, Dongma gently hugged the lackluster female teacher, and asked with concern.

"...Speaking of it, it's not a worry, but I heard Joan and others say that they would dream of your past from time to time?"

Dahe asked.

"Are you struggling with this? It doesn't matter, even if I don't understand my past, I won't take a different attitude towards you."

Dongma said with a smile.

"No, I just want Dongma to understand my past."

Dahe said softly.

"Why? Is there anything that I must know, but it is not easy to tell the past personally?"

Dongma asked strangely.

"No, that's not true, but..."

The feeling of sharing memories cannot be replaced by just "speaking."

"Indeed, there is a magical spiritual connection between the master and the servant, so I will see their past, and they will see my past. Although not personally experienced, it is also a very wonderful communication."

Dongma chuckled and nodded.

It just puzzled him...

"Why did you suddenly think of asking this?"

Dongma asked strangely.

"It's just that I am not reconciled."

Dahe lowered his head and said softly.

But Dongma saw some insincere words in her expression.

It was obvious that she was hiding something.

She must have known these things a long time ago, but only now is she showing such emotions and asking the strange question just now.

Obviously, during this time, something happened to her, which had a great impact on her spirit.

"Not reconciled? Just keep working hard and try to reach the level you think you want to achieve!"

Dongma smiled softly.

"...Yes, just keep working hard!"

Dahe suddenly understood something, and then hugged Dongma with some excitement.

"Yes, it depends on your performance next!"

Dongma smiled triumphantly.

Immediately, the warm-warm and hot-spicy body made Dongma fully integrated into it.

The touch like a hot spring makes this cool moonlit night especially refreshing.

The next day was a gloomy rainy day.

The cold rain outside the window fell on the wooden eaves, making a noise that made people a little irritable, but with a different sense of purity.

"It's morning..."

Dongma stretched lazily, and subconsciously hugged the nostalgic body beside him.

"Well, my head hurts..."

Dahe murmured under his head.

"You didn't drink, why do you have a headache?"

Dongma asked with a strange smile.

"...Well, I don't know either."

Dahe paused, then shook his head again.

"Forget it, don't tell me if you don't want to."

Dongma didn't care too much, so he got up and put on his clothes and came to the table where breakfast had been prepared.

"Humph!"

As if still mad at her own teaching her yesterday, Illya pouted and sat on the seat farthest away from Dongma. Altria and two artificial human servants also helped her eat meals on both sides of her.

At this moment, Dong Ma realized that Illia was Ai Li’s daughter. Yesterday she looked a little careless, but today she looks extremely elegant. Even a simple English breakfast requires the maids to help her prepare. To eat at the same time.

As always, Luvia and Rin faced each other on both sides of the dining table, like water and fire, and the dining table was just the layer of oil separating the two.

"Master Dongma, there will be three masters next, but none of them seem to want to do anything. If it continues to be delayed, will it affect the morning of the Holy Grail War?"

Seemingly used to the dining table on the battlefield, Jeanne asked strangely.