Hey Timothy Grail

"Then, can you tell me your real name—!"

Matthew took a step closer while paying attention to Fang Han on his right shoulder.

In order to be able to draw out one's own weapon at any time and protect one's predecessors.

"Matthew."

Fang Han behind him stopped the girl.

Generally speaking.

Usually at this time, in their impression, Fang Han should be carefully observing the opponent's situation.

So no matter how far Matthew lost control, his seniors would always act as brakes to stop her at critical moments.

However, Fang Han looked a little strange now.

Not only did he not have the fighting will to stop Matthew, but he even wanted to encourage him a bit.

"What? I can see that you are very hostile to me. This should be the first time we have met, right?"

It seemed that he could see something. There was undetectable excitement in the voice of this mysterious visitor, and even his breathing was a little short.

Huh, no way?Senior knows the person in front of him again?

So many friends? !

For a while, everyone thought that the other party was someone Fang Han knew, but what he said next proved that everyone was wrong.

"It is indeed the first time we met, but I feel that our relationship may be a little different?"

Fang Han smiled.

"Heh... man"

The woman in armor grumbled.

"...What an unpleasant tone."

Her fingers rose quickly.

The carefully tanned leather gauntlets did not hinder the movement of her fingers at all, and she just threw out words one after another.

"Passionate, Neptune, gloomy and eccentric. Can't get up in the morning. Holding some moldy books all day long. Obviously a young man but very arrogant. With a pretty face, but looking back is actually the most messy Yes. How about it, it’s all right.”

"Pfft..."

Mash and Guda looked at each other and looked at each other.

But only Miss Yuansaka, who knew Fang Han best, was speechless.

The feeling described by the person in front of me is like demonstrating the daily life of my boyfriend.

It's incredible!

These accusations are completely correct, but the woman who pointed them out showed an annoyed look, and she clicked her tongue.

"Unhappy. It's too unpleasant. You give me the feeling that even the former overlord is like dust in your eyes."

"Overlord?"

Wait...it's that overlord! !Guda repeated the name.

It seems to be a bit of an impression, as if I have seen it before.

Conqueror King Iskandar...or Overlord Xiang Yu...The girl was lost in thought.

But the other party continued to be aggressive: "Anyway, he is also a follower, and he was thinking about what kind of magician, but it turned out to be such a man.

There are plenty of peach blossoms around her, but she only hides behind women, and she is still too arrogant for that king.

It seems that what I thought before was still too simple. "

Fang Han still stood expressionlessly.

It seems that the other party seems to have made a mistake, identifying himself as Weber Velvet.

No wonder, instead of the modern magic department attending the magic eye collection train, and accompanied by the freshmen of the modern magic department, it is not surprising that Fang Han is regarded as Zhuge Kongming who is working overtime.

but.

Fang Han didn't have the slightest intention to explain at this time, and it's not a big deal for Faker in front of him to mistake him for El-Melloi II, and it's a surprise that he can get rid of the blame.

"Are you stalling for time?"

"Did you just find out? Even if you lose the master's ability to see through the numerical value, it's too slow, right? That person will call you here just to take care of my curiosity. It's a pity that it's not worth it at all.

Ahhh, I'm so tired, every time I see your face, I feel an unspeakable irritability, it makes me mad. "

It can be said to be aggressive.

But just before the annoyed Fujimaru Tachika wanted to protest, the other party came to a firm conclusion.

"So, go to hell."

Saying that, the woman took steps on the roof of the car.

With just one step, she came to Fang Han who was diagonally behind the hooded girl.

At an astonishing speed, draw the sword reflexively!

"Be careful, senior!"

Mash also rushed diagonally backwards—the direction where Fang Han was, and waved his right hand.

"Hey~~ Hee hee hee hee hee hee hee! This is really a super-expansion at the Shura field level!"

In an instant, the mustard child in the carriage released her real name, and the poppies unfolded.

all of a sudden.

There was the sound of hard objects colliding.

The transformed blood gun barely blocked the woman's sword.

"Wow."

Fang Fang sighed: "It's amazing. Did you follow from the front? It seems that someone still has some capable servants, which are obviously stronger than the Persian miscellaneous soldiers."

"You, what are you talking about, who is the servant, I am a maid, the maid doesn't understand?!"

The irritable old mustard let out an exclamation, but the gun of death in his hand let out a mournful cry.

"Oh, even the heart is someone's shape? The maid...is really a sinful person!"

The woman in armor fully unfolded the sword in her hand. Although it was not a treasure or a conceptual weapon, when the woman who seemed to be a follower swung it, she showed an artifact comparable to the true ancestor!

"Remember. Possessing combat skills does not mean you can become a warrior. To be a warrior, you must meet the physical, mental and spiritual conditions."

The wild woman on the opposite side suddenly preached to Mustard Chiko, which was consistent with Fang Han's usual non-stop precepts and deeds.

this moment.

Lao Jie almost forgot the fact that they were standing on the top of the train.

The existence of this woman is too divorced from reality, making her feel as if she is on an ancient battlefield.Obviously, whether it is a magician or a magic eye collection train, it is also abnormal, but this woman has an extraordinary magic that can overwhelm all of them.

"Good guy, is this really a follower? Why do you feel that you have the same charisma as King Gilgamesh? Couldn't this be a king too?"

The danger alarm in the girl's head rang loudly.

The swung sword collided with the spear of death again here.

Frighteningly fast and sharp.

Beyond that, however, each of her blows carried an almost unnatural weight.The hand that blocked Lao Jie was already paralyzed, even spreading to the bones.

Gan-!

Mustard, who has not fully transformed into a blood fairy, probably only has the combat power of a third-rate follower, almost comparable to the sub-servant Mash Kyrielight who is holding a shield at this time.

Naturally, he was pressed and beaten by the opponent.

If it weren't for Fang Han, he had already silently expanded the amplitude of the magician. .

Just relying on the competition of muscle strength, the irritable old mustard, who is obviously slightly inferior in figure, is about to be completely pressed to the ground and rubbed at will!

"Yes, you heard that right. She said warriors just now, they are not simply people who have learned fighting skills, but people who have both body, will and soul.

In other words, she is—a Servant! ! "

The answer came from behind.

That was Fang Han's decisive answer without the slightest hesitation.

"Don't let the sea go, she is just like you once! It is the Realm Recording Tape, the embodiment of the Heroic Spirit recorded in the history of mankind!"

"Haha, the advice came too late, military advisor."

The woman laughed.

With a smile, she swept the sword over.

Right now, while absorbing the magic power around her with the Grim Reaper Gun, Wasabi was exerting force on her legs.

Cooperating with the slight shaking of the train, he inserted into the short opening, and then did a backflip.

He staggered when he landed.

Even so, the thigh was scratched by the opponent's sword.

"Huh? The little trick is quite interesting. You just absorbed my magic power."

The woman in armor glanced at her sword and shrugged happily.

"This ability is like a natural enemy to me now. Sadly, the scale is too small. Even if it is a cat, it is meaningless if it is only one percent of the size of a mouse. But if it is an ordinary undead, it may be just now. It will be wiped out."

"Oh, are you serious?"