The Choice of Fate Comes to Night

Convex=.=

I selectively ignored the nagging of someone who seemed to be depressed and wanted to hit the wall. When I was about to say something, my ears moved. When I looked up at Lancelot, I found that he had turned his head to look at. Where the sound came from.

Well, if I was able to stabilize Lancelot by virtue of being a hero in the Arthurian dynasty, then comparing the five sense sensitivity with this already heroic guy would be completely self-defeating.

After exchanging glances with Lancelot, I jumped up at the same time with him, then spiritualized, and jumped onto the wall of the alley on the side of the road.

After standing on the fence, I saw a small figure hurriedly running over from the western residential area built on the slope of Fukayama Town--and that small figure was the Tosaka I had seen before. cold.

And this direction she ran...

Squinting my eyes halfway, I couldn't help shook my head after seeing that Kotosaka's hand was a magic indicator that was obviously rough in workmanship.

Although I don’t know what Kotosaka wants to do with this thing, it’s more convenient to use that kind of inferior thing to indicate something that contains magical power, and if it is used to find something, it will be completely out of character .

But speaking of it, doesn't she know it's almost night now?

As an exhibitor of the Holy Grail War, Tosaka Tokimi, or someone from her family, should have warned her not to run outside at night, right?

The daring little girl of the high art is definitely not up to it, so it is only possible that the newborn calf is not afraid of tigers.

After a slight movement in my mind, I figured out and snapped my fingers lightly, and a crow fluttered down.

After giving the crow a few words in a low voice, I fed it a little bit of crumbs and let it go, while Lancelot looked sideways at my behavior with interest, and then picked it up. eyebrow.

"Lance, what kind of helpless expressions are you making without a face!"

Having read the meaning of Lancelot's expression completely, I couldn't help but glared at him.

I was just curious about what would make Kotosaka run outside even if it was about to night, so I let a crow follow him to take a look.

The direction from which Kotozaka ran was in the direction of Xiao Zhao You's home on the slope of Shenshan Town.

"Sorry for being rude."

Perhaps my reaction was more interesting. Lancelot chuckled lightly, then shook his head, "I was just thinking, since you can remember to feed the crows, then for the little one who was left in the church by you in the afternoon Maude should still have memories, right?"

"Uh... why mention it?"

I admit that I was stunned by Lancelot's words.

"Allow me to remind you that since you picked it up early this morning, it seems to have drunk a dish and you pour milk to it."

"...I said you didn't mean..."

I barely guessed what Lancelot meant, and the corners of my mouth twitched.

"Although I don't know how much a little lynx eats, it seems that Maude will only eat what you give him."

"You said this kind of thing!"

Immediately, I dragged Lancelot and ran to Xindu.

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"I'm so sorry, I almost forgot you little guy."

He held Little Maude in his arms and fed it to eat. Although it didn't seem to be dissatisfied with me temporarily forgetting it, the apology should still be said, "But it is too dangerous at night I’ll leave you some food to be safe. Stay in the church and don’t move!"

Little Maud chuckled and ate a piece of sliced ​​bacon in my hand. After hearing what I said, he raised his eyes and looked at me. He flung his tail and jumped onto the bed, curled up and looked up at me like that .

There is a feeling of "rest assured that I will sleep here all the time after you leave."

"Except for not being able to speak, I really feel like you are almost human."

I rubbed the fluff on Little Maud’s head a little funny. It seemed that I was not used to such contact. Little Maud’s whole body stiffened. "Although the fur color is a little weird, it is at least better than Xiao Bai. I don’t have many."

Anyway, I have already raised a large brown dog, and I don't care about another cat-as long as they don't fight, it's OK.

"Dinner is ready, you can come and have some."

While talking with little Maude, a certain large dog entered the room with a dinner plate.

——Actually, I really didn’t want to complain, but from the meaning of the word “breeding”, are you sure you were not raised by a certain large dog in your mouth?

There is an essential difference between raising and being raised. If you are not good at Chinese, don't show off, otherwise you don't feel ashamed. I don't want to admit that I know you!

-Obviously you were raised.

Okay, let me put it another way. What is Lancelot's orthodox name for me now?

——……Master?

Doesn't this end?

——This concept is not such a secret exchange method.

Where is the concept?The definition of the owner lies in the absolute leadership of the pet, is it good?

Hmm...someone is now supposed to be very irritable because of endocrine disorders caused by dissatisfaction...

——Not good for you!

Calmly selective ignoring the one who was jumping around in my consciousness, I jumped out of the bed and walked to the table: "Hehe, it's all my favorite dishes...Thank you, Lance."

"Nothing to work hard."

Lancelot smiled mildly, "These things are originally my interests. It's great that you can like my results."

Pulling Lancelot to finish dinner together-to be honest, although eating as a hero is just to satisfy the appetite, as long as Lancelot makes things, I will eat it even if it is dead.

Because it's really delicious, Lancelot's housework level will never be lower than his strength value. This alone is enough to make me envious that only barbecue can do it.

It seems that the only thing I can be proud of than Lancelot is about magic theories such as alchemy.

Although Lancelot can be said to be completely impeccable in terms of fighting skills and housework, relatively, in terms of theoretical knowledge, Lancelot's appearance is somewhat...

Remembering that during the Arthurian dynasty, when Lancelot was rushed to study alchemy together on a whim, someone was so clumsy that even analyzing the simplest bronze structure could produce a "feat" of magical explosions, I have The urge to hold the forehead.

Is this an alternative of "developed limbs and simple mind"?(Tianyin: Xiao Squid, Xiao Lanhua would not cry if he knew that you judged him, but he would definitely show it to you...)

Sitting on the bedside and flipping through the relevant information that I just got from Yanfeng Qili in his hand, Maude was lying on the pillow next to me with a sleepy look, while Lancelot was in After tidying up the room, it seemed that I had no intention of going out for a while, so I took out the book I bought on the street and sat at the table and looked through it.

For a while, only slight breathing and the sound of pages turning in the entire room could be heard.

Although neither of them spoke, they didn't feel bored or quiet at all—because this feeling seemed to be a complete return to the past.

Although the church has a lot of information, many of them are just superficial monitoring of phenomena, and the inner connections still need to be sorted out slowly.So after removing the occasional distraction on Lancelot at the beginning, I quickly fell into a state of concentration for data analysis.