I will finally be a partner in justice

pS: That's it for today, good night~!This two-in-one is all right?7.5K too!This still owes two more.

Chapter 48: Do you still want to assassinate me?

"What kind of weird sound is that?"

Mordred rubbed his ears and said with a pained expression.

When she heard the voice from the [Nether Mirror Book], she simply felt that her soul had burst, and she could not feel her own existence.

Nitocris and several knights of the round table expressed the same feeling.

"Is it so scary?" Shi Lang suspiciously asked.

Mordred asked strangely: "Don't you feel that way?"

"Unpleasant is really unpleasant... but it shouldn't be as exaggerated as you said?"

Shirou couldn't realize the feeling that Mordred and the others said, and even felt that they were playing themselves together.To Shilang, that voice... is really as unpleasant as shit, like the music of a dozen old audition groups together, which is indeed upsetting, but it is not as unbearable as Mordred said. Right?

The soul bursts too!

Facing Shirou's questioning, Mordred smiled disdainfully, then stretched out his hand, pointed at the back of everyone, and said, "Look at that person."

Everyone turned their heads and saw that Tristan fell on the ground, his hands folded on his chest, his face was pale, his mouth was foaming, his body was still trembling with convulsions, and his whole body exuded the light of ascension.

Everyone was shocked and hurriedly pushed him forward: "What's wrong with you Tristan?"

"Don't die, Tristan!"

The voice was mournful, exuding the special and unique friendship between the Knights of the Round Table.

Especially Jahris, with only one arm left, also pushed Tristan's body like a wave.

Shirou felt that if Jahris pushed it down like this, Tristan might not be shaken to death by the sound, and he would be pushed to death.

Nitocris walked to the [Dark Mirror Collection] and squatted down, picking up the fragments of the mirror one by one, but after all, it was a treasure and not a real thing. It was like picking up sand. Nitocris picked up half of it. , [The Book of Dark Mirror] completely dissipated.

Nitocris clenched her fists, "Pharaoh...!"

She understood that the brilliance of the sun finally came to an end.

In her ears, there will never be the reassuring laughter again.

"I saw it, the last light of the sun."

A warm voice suddenly rang in her ears, and Nitocris turned her head and saw Shirou standing beside her, smiling at her.

"I will never forget the glory of Ozmandias. I will keep the memory of this peculiar point and meet him again." Shirou said.

"Meet Pharaoh again?" Nitocris murmured.

"Yes. The temporary parting is not the end, but the beginning of a new good memory. So, I would like to ask for more advice later, Pharaoh Nitocris." Shirou said with a smile.

"Well, please advise, King Arthur." Nitocris nodded and said.

At this moment, Tristan, who was being pushed violently by Jahris, finally awoke before his head was inferred by Jahris.

"Where am I?" Tristan said in a daze.

Gerante said, "You fainted before."

"Nonsense! How could I pass out?" Tristan asked.

"Because you heard that voice." Kai said: "Did you forget? The rhythm of that voice is, da, da, da da—"

Tristan remembered it, his face turned pale, holding his head, and shouting in pain: "Stop it! Don't make me think of it!"

"Oh, the following rhythm is like this, da da da da da da da da da da da da da -" Kai said with a smile.

"what--!"

Tristan hugged his head and shouted.

Shiro smiled as he watched the crowds making trouble.

Although the way forward is uncertain, even if you don't know what the future will be, you have to go forward.

Moreover, there are like-minded partners beside him.

...

...

Mount Mukebair.

This is the habitat of the mountain people and the base of the Assassin Order.

It has been unknown how many years have passed since the Assassin Order was established. Every leader of the Assassin Order is called the Old Man in the Mountain.

"How is the situation, Baimei?"

"There are several Servants rushing here." Baimong Hassan said.

"Is the Lion King here?"

"No. It's another group of Servants, the leader is a young mother with a child, who looks very vicious. We can't help but curse the wrist." Baimong Hassan reminded.

Hassan frowned.

Since the Assassin Order was destroyed by the Mongol army, there have been 19 old people in the mountains.And these old people in the mountains were given the name of Hassan.

This is the case with Hassan, a hundred faces, as is Hassan, the cursed arm.

The only difference is that they are not Hassan of this era, but Hassan who has been called to this era.

What Cursed Wrist Hassan didn't expect was that he would be summoned to the time he once lived, so he, like other Hassan who was also summoned, was determined to dedicate his power for the people of the mountain.

They knew about the Lion King’s plan, and they knew that the Lion King would aim their guns at the people of the mountain sooner or later, so they established a military base on Mukebair Mountain early and patrolled the base to guard the Lion King.

"What should we do, curse wrist?" Baimong Hassan asked.

"The people of the mountain cannot be harmed, because they are our people. The Servant who broke into here may also be the spies of the Lion King. You can't help but guard. So, let's keep an eye on them first and see what the situation is. If the situation is not right. , They assassinated them!" Cursed Arm Hassan said.

Baimian Hassan nodded, and this is all he can do for the present.

At this time, with a "swish", Hassan appeared in front of the two of them, and said in a hurry, "The situation is a bit bad, curse."

"What's wrong?" Cursed Arm Hassan asked.