Chapter 527 Nice to Meet You, I Am Shuoyue

"Hey, Shuo Yue...?" In the shower room, Astolfo had already taken off his clothes gracefully. He didn't panic when Shuo Yue came in, and even stood there openly like this, "You want to be with me too?" Together... Uh-huh.

Shuo Yue covered his mouth expressionlessly: "I'm just hiding from people, don't think too much...and what's the matter with that 'also'?"

"Uh-huh, uh-huh (it's Roland, he likes to take a bath together)."

"If you can, please don't compare me to that perverted and naked man."

"Uh-huh (so much!)"

In order to prevent Ah Fu from shouting and attracting attention from outside, Shuo Yue turned on the shower head. Outside the bathroom door, Zig had already welcomed Joan in. As soon as she entered the door, Joan handed over the two bags in her hands. .

"Sieg, these are the materials that the magician Gold asked me to bring to you. What are they called... black animal fat and elf root? They are said to be tonight's homework." After a pause, Joan of Arc said curiously, " Homework? Could it be that Sieg was also given homework?”

"Yes, I am learning from Lord Gold. I hope to learn the skills of artificial humans from him... This is also the key to making artificial humans completely independent." Sieg took the materials brought by Joan and untied them. The materials inside the bags are the same as those in the game. They are all very rare and precious props. They look like two small bags, but they are enough to rent a house on Phillimore Garden Street in London for a year.

But Joan of Arc didn't care about the value. After satisfying her curiosity, she shook her hand. The lingering smell made the saint frown: "It stinks... What should I do?"

"It's probably because of the black animal fat. It's a magic material after all, but just rinse it with water." Sieg explained, so Jeanne nodded and walked towards the shower room.

"In that case, Sieg, please borrow the bathroom for a little while."

"……ah?"

Only then did Sieg realize that he seemed to have done something wrong. Since the teacher hid when Joan of Arc came, he must not have wanted to meet her, but now, the saint was hiding towards the teacher. Go to the room——

The sound of running water in the bathroom obviously also affected Shuo Yue's perception of the outside world. In other words, he was busy dealing with Astolfo, whose rationality had evaporated, and he never thought that his beloved disciple would stab him in the back.

"Well, please wait!"

It was really difficult for the android girl to make up excuses in a desperate situation. Under Joan's confused gaze, Sieg hesitated for a long time and finally came up with an excuse:

"Rider is in the bathroom right now...do you mind?"

"Ah, no problem. After all, Rider isn't the kind of person who would be shy about something of this magnitude."

Is this the problem?

Sieg opened his mouth in disbelief, feeling that his understanding of the Holy Lady had been refreshed. Joan of Arc regarded her silence as acquiescence, so she turned around and turned the bathroom door handle. Sieg tried to stop him again. It's too late.

As a result, the speed of life and death unfolded in an instant.

The first second - Shuo Yue heard the sound, turned around like lightning, and pressed the naked Ah Fu into the bathtub.

The second second - Ah Fu, who was choking on water, struggled desperately and grabbed the assassin's black robe, using his D-level muscle strength.

The third second - the sound of the robe being pulled off and the underwear being torn was hidden in the sound of water and the sound of the door opening.

The fourth second - Joan of Arc pushed open the door and entered. In the hazy mist, she caught a glimpse of the topless young man and the slender and delicate 'girl' beneath him.

The amethyst-like pupils shrank, and even the dual-core processor's brain lost its response due to the excessive amount of information. He could only watch as Shuo Yue murdered Ah Fu in the bathroom with a knife, and then projected the new clothes. He put on his pants and turned around with an expressionless face.

"What are you doing here?"

Behind Shuo Yue, a trembling arm emerged from the bathtub. After shaking for a few times, it fell to the edge of the bathtub with a clatter, as if to accuse someone of the evil deed of holding up his pants and refusing to admit his debt.

Seeing that Joan of Arc had not come back to her senses, Shuo Yue thought for a moment, suddenly raised a devilish smile on her lips, took a step forward, lifted her chin, cheek to cheek, eyes to eyes:

"I've seen yours, and now you've seen mine...it's even, isn't it?"

The low and magnetic voice echoed in her ears, and Joan of Arc completely lost her mind. The girl's instinct made her take a deep breath, and then released a scream that could break the glass:

"Ahhhhhhhhhh-!!!"

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"Ah hahaha, it's really an interesting development, I'm very satisfied!"

In the red sky garden, Shakespeare laughed heartily, but Shuo Yue ignored his exaggerated actions and brought the artificial people borrowed from Duer and the mind-controlled death row prisoners into the study.

"So, you didn't say anything to Ruler in the end?" Atalanta lay on the back of the chair, her animal ears swaying slightly, "There will be a decisive battle tomorrow."

"It's today, Atalanta." Shuo Yue responded softly, "Zero o'clock has passed, and Black's plane group has been prepared. I think they will all be out in a few hours. Of course, I will Complete the final experiments before then and send you back."

Atalanta stood up, pressed close to Shuo Yue's back, and hugged his waist: "Don't try to change the subject. Cats are very sensitive. If you can't answer... hum."

Feeling the pain in his waist, Shuoyue couldn't help but smile bitterly: "Let me go, what's the point of talking about that kind of thing."

"I'm very curious, after all, that saint doesn't seem to get along with you." Atalanta smiled, "You, Shuoyue, are the one who secretly manipulated this Holy Grail War, and she, Joan of Arc, the saint who judged this war, although they are almost the same in smell, but from their respective actions, they are completely opposite poles, not to mention-"

With a long tone, Atalanta poked his head out from behind and looked at Shuoyue's expression sideways: "If my love is straightforward and ruthless, then what does Joan of Arc's love look like? In other words, what did you foresee, so you repeatedly avoided the saint and didn't want to give her the opportunity to communicate... um."

Looking at Shuoyue who took her lips, Atalanta's eyes flashed a cunning, but soon this feeling turned into helplessness. Because she knew that she must be right, so Shuoyue refused her to continue speaking.

However, yes, the young man in front of him is so rational that he is indifferent, but he is definitely not someone who does not understand emotions. Since he personally chose this method, he must have thought it through carefully and does not need others to comment on it.

What I have to do is to accompany him silently and walk through the last journey of this fantasy dream.

Unlike Altria who came in person, for the heroic spirits on the tape, what was summoned was just their phantoms. Even if the memory was recovered, the experience in the present world was just an eight-times-speed movie. The past emotions would be weakened and love would become thin.

Perhaps it is for this reason that heroes will become more bold, take adventures that they have never had in their lives, and pursue the love that they could not get in their previous lives.

After a long time, the lips parted. Shuoyue stroked Atalanta's hair silently, and then glared at Shakespeare, the onlooker: "Are you ready?"

"Oh, oh! Of course, although I am good at passive resistance, this is the only thing that even I can't wait for!"

As if feeling the threat of "Do you want to die?", Shakespeare quickly materialized his love of books and shouted loudly: "Okay, let's start, as I said in the poem-'After his death, he will be broken into stars in the sky, and he will illuminate the beauty of heaven. From then on, humans will fall in love with the night and no longer worship the bright sun'!"

"... You talk too much nonsense." Shuoyue muttered, and then hit With a snap of his fingers, the light and shadow changed instantly, and everyone, including the androids and the death row prisoners, appeared at the foot of the golden Holy Grail. In front of them, Avisbron, wearing a mask, was silent like a puppet, until Shuoyue looked at him, and then he said stiffly:

"I have arranged the field with the power of the original Adam, and you have plenty of time to use the Holy Grail."

"Thank you very much, Black Caster." Shuoyue nodded coldly, and then looked at Shakespeare, and the platinum light on his body shone again, and the great writer handed over the "first volume" and gave it to Shuoyue without hesitation, and merged with the miracle of the third law.

Under the mysterious power, the golden light flowing on the Holy Grail began to resonate, and in the ethereal light, it seemed that the call of time and space came from the other side of the distance. The book in the assassin's hand seemed to have sight, and it swept through the androids, humans and servants who were the experimental subjects one by one. After precise calculation and derivation, a satisfactory answer was obtained.

"It can be done."

"Oh, is that so? Is that so? The world is about to be destroyed, but it will also be reborn, right?" Shakespeare was instantly excited. He opened his arms excitedly, like a believer bathed in the grace of God, but suddenly his expression became heavy and his voice became hoarse:

"But are you ready, my Master? What you see in front of you is a steep cliff and a biting mountain wind. Once you fall into it, there will be no chance to regret it?"

What does this sentence mean...? !

Atalanta, who was unaware and was just called to help, was slightly stunned. She suddenly raised her head and looked at Shuoyue, but found that the young man was also looking at her with a faint smile.

"It's old-fashioned, but it's great to meet you, Atalanta. Don't worry, this is not a farewell, but I am grateful to you as 'I'--"

The next moment, the overwhelming platinum light drowned everything. When Atalanta and Shakespeare were stabbed and crying, the ancient book arrived on the other side of fate. The young man let go of Shakespeare's treasure and caught his own 'miracle'.

The pages turned, and the mystery merged into the young man's chest. The assassin closed his eyes, and a sun rose in the depths of his soul, hanging above the blue sea level, reflecting the brilliant rainbow-like glow.

The long night is over, and the dawn has arrived.

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"Well, I'm back." The young man showed a relaxed smile. In front of the two confused servants, he stretched his waist and winked at them playfully.

"Good morning, everyone, it's a beautiful day~"