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While everyone is anxiously looking for Artoria, the protagonist walks around the streets of Northern Ireland in casual clothes.

Sniff~

Artoria suddenly smelled batter and green onions, and her nose moved twice unconsciously.

Turning her head to look in the direction where the smell came from, Arturia watched an old lady fiddling with something on an iron stove with a rectangular wooden stick in her hand.

"Ma'am, what are you doing?" Artoria, who was aroused by the smell, walked over, curiously looking at the pancakes that were turning from raw to cooked on the iron plate and a large pile of scraps beside her. cake.

"It's a snack I learned from the stall owner when I was traveling in China. It's called pancake fruit. Do you want to eat it? Have one?" The aunt enthusiastically took out a ready-made pancake from the box next to it. .

Arturia took the pancake fruit. The pancake fruit was not very well made, the surface layer of the dough was torn, and the ingredients and sauce inside spilled out, but it still smelled delicious.

Arturia bites it down, the crispy noodle is mixed with sweet and spicy sauce and the sliced ​​meat bursts in the mouth, it is very fragrant, and some potato chips mixed in it are also very suitable Toria's Taste.

"How about it? It tastes good." The aunt seemed to understand Artoria very well, and she took two more pancakes and put them on the plate before she finished eating.

"Hmm, no need, I can't eat that much." Arturia waved her hand politely.

"It's okay, when young people are still growing, eat more, don't be afraid of gaining weight." The aunt smiled.

This harmonious scene was quickly broken by bursts of whoops, and the parade from the Northern Ireland side was passing through the street in front of them.

Arturia looked at this scene, and the speed of chewing in her mouth slowed down a lot.

Although most of the people who walked past were supporters of her, the parade itself did not make her happy because of this kind of thing.

"Hey, these people don't do their business every day, and they just shout slogans here, which disturbs you." The aunt put down the tools in her hand, "Don't worry too much, there are relatively few conflicts here."

"..." Arturia was silent for a while, "Ma'am, what do you think of the King Arthur they are arguing about?"

"What do you think? I don't really understand." The aunt rubbed her hands on the apron twice, "However, to evaluate a person, one must judge it according to the historical environment at that time."

"Hmm." Arturia was in a dull mood.

"In that era, the population of the John Bull Country was small, facing both natural and man-made disasters, and Odin's Asgard Legion, the sword of Damox, was hanging over his head. King Arthur's role was more military. As long as she and her Knights of the Round Table are around, the people don’t have to worry about waking up from civilians to become slaves the next day, and don’t have to worry about their savings being wiped out overnight.”

The aunt leaned against the stove, looked at Artoria with her head tilted and said, "When the body is small and force plays an absolutely decisive role, a majestic, unsmiling king with absolute authority is necessary."

"However, with the evolution of the times, this one-word model has been gradually eliminated in the world of mortals. What Wang should do more is to manage and formulate the general direction. No matter what, it is impossible for a person to understand all aspects. knowledge."

"So, communication has become one of the very important abilities. To put it simply, as before, a king who keeps a cold face and keeps a distance from his subordinates is not suitable for this era."

"Even on the mysterious side, with the increase in personnel, ancient kings are not suitable for this era. It's too personal heroism to bear all the responsibilities, isn't it?"

Arturia slowly turned her head, looking at this aunt who was as ordinary as all ordinary people.

The aunt seemed to think that Artoria hadn't understood yet, so she continued, "Those Knights of the Round Table who left temporarily are not blaming the king for his decision, they just want the king to realize one thing, the change of the times no longer needs a One person bears everything, so it is good for the king, and it is also good for other people, it is too tiring, the efficiency is too low, and one person no longer has this ability, the collective..."

Speaking of this, Artoria suddenly punched it with a fist, directly smashing the stove in half.

Huh~ The aunt who narrowly escaped the blow again patted her chest, looking like she had escaped by luck, still lamenting how lucky she was.

"Little sister, what are you doing~"

"Merlin! Stop pretending!" Arturia returned to her serious look.

Do you really think she is a fool? Would an aunt on the side of the road know what happened two thousand years ago? Still know so clearly?

She even knew that the knights of the round table chose to leave because of a decision of hers, and there were very few people on the mysterious side who knew all this.

Think about being able to avoid your own perception, knowing yourself so well, and being able to make such a way of pretending to be a passerby to output great principles.

Arturia could only think of one such person.

That is the Merlin who has no taste and no borders!

"Ah la la~ I seem to have said too much~" Merlin resumed his appearance, "Xiao Liya, long time no see, the last time someone came to visit you, you didn't let me in, I have been sad for many years. "

Artoria took a deep breath, and suppressed the idea of ​​liberating the sword of the oath of victory and killing this shameless guy with one sword.

"Didn't you join the Clock Tower? What are you doing back here?!" Arturia glared.

"No~ I've been working as a consultant for Ouroboros lately~" Merlin retorted, laughing while talking.

"you!"

Arturia was about to continue to say something, but Merlin popped like a bubble and disappeared into the air.

Arturia stood there with a cold face for a few minutes before turning around and leaving. Before leaving, she took away all the pancakes and fruits in the basket, leaving none behind.

"Meow~" (Is that the end for you?)

Ann lay on the fence on the roof of the building, squinting her head at Merlin who was squatting on the ground to avoid Artoria's sight.

"She's already figured it out, but she's still a little shy, otherwise she wouldn't be wandering around here, but just raised her sword and wiped out all the troublemakers. The majesty of the king is not allowed to be violated."

Merlin hugged Ann into his arms as he spoke, and then when Ann looked confused, he was rua.

Meow! Ann gave two paws to Merlin's face, then cut directly into the shadow passage and left Merlin's side.

Merlin scratched his hair, and looked enviously at the place where Ann left. As expected of Master Zilan's cat, the ability to shuttle through space regardless of the anchor is really delicious.

Thinking about it, Merlin stuck out his tongue. He accidentally bit his tongue when he chanted the Space Anchor spell, and it still hurts.

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