In Order to Become a Heroic Spirit, I Had to Do Things in History

Camilla has already been killed once.

She sat by the campfire, looking up at the sky through the gaps in the leaves.

She was killed once, and when she was about to dissipate, she was forcibly rescued, and she changed the master by the way.

She is a little suspicious of life now.

But she is a person who is at ease and adapts to her situation quickly.

"Can you mobilize your magic power freely?" Lawrence walked over from behind and asked with a smile.

Camilla looked at Lawrence with a mentally retarded expression.

"Out of the idea of ​​adding more combat power, after we discussed it, we wanted to try to get you to join our side." Lawrence flicked the flames in the bonfire, "At first, I wanted to try to persuade with words, but obviously, you wouldn't give it to us. We have this opportunity, so we will adopt the second plan."

"Boring and vicious plan." Camilla sneered at Lawrence, but had no intention of doing it.

After all, it is now a Servant who serves the same Master, so there is no need to do anything.

"...Let me tell you about the information in our hands first. In exchange, we also hope to learn some information about the enemy from your mouth."

===Chapter 240 Entrusted Eyes===

"Is that so, is this what happened on the other side of the Sharitay battlefield..."

"The same Servant as me, huh, huh, huh, huh, huh!!!"

Black Joan held her forehead and laughed wildly.

"That's right, that's how it is!"

"It's so funny, I can't help but laugh!"

Joan of Arc sat on the throne, clutching her stomach and laughing. Below, the spearmen who had been reintroduced into a state of madness were standing and continuing to report.

Several other maddened servants stood by, silent.

Gilles de Rey smiled and stood aside, looking at Joan of Arc with a hint of longing and fanaticism.

After a while, Black Joan was quiet.

"Ah, with the other, the weak and humble me, there is also a Servant with a shield, a strong caster, and an unknown Master, right?"

"Yes, so, with the three cavalry servants, my Master, what are your plans?" Under Vlad III's elegant expression, there was a faint trace of bloody killing intent.

He is a strong, bloodthirsty vampire.

He was forcibly weakened by the caster, and was shot out by the shield girl with a shield.

Vlad III, made it his own shame.

In the previous battles, he had always maintained a relaxed and freehand fighting style, fighting with Matthew in a leisurely manner, enjoying the battle in another battlefield.

Then Matthew's shield let him know what it means to be a boy.

Seeing the anger hidden under Vlad III's smile, Black Joan smiled.

"You don't need to remind me, I naturally understand this truth, tsk, I really want to rush to me right now and see that holy face."

"And that guy in the hider was actually killed... what a waste." Black Joan snorted coldly.

"My holy virgin, do I need to summon the Servant again?" Gilles de Ray advised.

"Well, I plan to use the Holy Grail to summon a few Servants again." Black Joan of Arc only had a less sharp attitude towards Gilles de Re, and nodded.

Taking out the Holy Grail, Joan of Arc walked behind the throne, where the summoning formation was used before.

......

"...Human history is used as fuel..." Camilla frowned, repeating the truth from Lawrence's mouth.

The exchange of information has ended. After learning what had happened, Camilla basically said all the information she had learned.

Her camp belongs to Chaos and Evil, but from the perspective of historical figures, Camilla is, after all, a servant belonging to the historical side of mankind.

Although the character of being easy-going allows her to follow Joan of Arc to destroy France without any guilt, but now that she has been forced to switch to the Chaldean side, it is not bad to help them.

Besides... she's also not happy with the woman who forced her into the shackles of madness just after she was summoned.

Although Lawrence seems to be quite ill-fated.

Camilla looked at Fujimaru Rika, her eyes low: "I'll admit this little girl as my master for the time being."

Fujimaru Rika smiled.

Matthew and Joan of Arc were both happy.

"But..." Camilla licked her lips. At this time, she was not wearing a mask. The tiger teeth were against the bright red lips, and she looked at Fujimaru Rika with eager eyes, "Sign a contract with a vampire, be careful. At the back of the neck, there are two holes."

"It doesn't matter." Fujimaru Rika has no other advantages, except that she can endure hardships. In the past two days in France, as well as Fuyuki before, almost all walked down on her legs, "As long as you can work for us , how about giving you some blood."

Lawrence reached out to stop the anxious Matthew.

Looking at Fujimaru Tachika's firm eyes, Camilla was stunned.

He laughed and said, "How did a little girl of your age get such a look..."

"This kind of look was entrusted to me by others." Fujimaru Rika smiled happily.

Several faces flashed through my mind.

When Cú Chulainn, Anno, Matthew, Black King Arthur, and Olga Marie, and Dr. Romani Archiman asked themselves the task of restoring human history.

She was firm and unhesitating, and she will always be.

Lawrence looked at his Master with a smile.

Before coming to the French Singularity, she had a long conversation with Leonardo da Vinci and with Roman.

Both of them were full of praise for Fujimaru Rika.

His own Master will definitely not be someone who is not outstanding.

On the contrary, in a situation of absolute despair without hesitation, Tatsuka Fujimaru, who bears such a heavy responsibility as the only hope, may be... the person who deserves the most respect.

Jeanne clapped her hands and shouted several people: "Then, let's think about what to do next."

"Well, if we want to enter Orleans, we need more plans..." Fujimaru Tachika nodded.

......

After discussing some matters, in order to relieve fatigue, Fujimaru Rika leaned against a tree and fell asleep quickly.

Matthew stayed by her side to keep watch.

Camilla sat in a clearing, wondering what she was thinking.

"Madame Bathory." Joan's voice came from behind.

Camilla didn't turn her head, just said quietly, "It's not a good choice to be alone with a vampire in the dark."

"It's alright, I'm here, you're not alone." A crisp and pleasant voice came from Camilla's ears.

"Tsk." She smacked her mouth a little irritably.

Lawrence's diamond fist left a lot of impression on her.

And as a hider who is good at one-shot kills, the assassination will be resisted by a weak magician...

Well, not too soft.

Both Lawrence's and Camilla's costumes have a strong aristocratic style, but one looks bloody and tyrannical, the other looks elegant and shining.

"I hate you, Lawrence, even if I knew you before I was alive, I would hate you." Camilla said bluntly.

Joan of Arc was sandwiched between the two bosses, and she didn't know what to say, so she had no sense of existence.

"...It's an honor." Lawrence smiled, a wry smile.

She sat not far from Camilla, looking up at the night sky.

"This is for you." Lawrence threw a small crystal bottle to Camilla.

Camilla raised her hand and caught what Lawrence threw her.

"This is my magic, a healing type of magic. The path we take will definitely be accompanied by a lot of battles, and I can't give you a buff at any time, so take this with you, just in case, because the short You can only drink it once at a time, so I won't give you more."

Joan of Arc looked at Lawrence and Camilla, wondering what she was thinking.

The black Joan of Arc, the huge evil dragon, the numerous followers...

What is the road ahead?

===Chapter 240, Three Riders, New Mad Servant Arrives===

Before dawn, Fujimaru Rika woke up.

A scent entered her nose.

"It smells so good. What does it smell like?" Climbing up from the wood of the scorpion, Fujimaru Tachika moved his upper arm and smashed his mouth.

Walking out of the woods, I found that several Servants were grilling around the fire.

"Ah, senior, you're awake." Mash held a piece of barbecue and looked at Fujimaru Rika, who was drowsy but drooling.

"Good morning, Matthew." Lixiang rubbed her eyes, "What kind of meat is this?"

For the past two days, Tatsuka Fujimaru has been eating compressed biscuits brought from Chaldea, which are tasteless and must be soaked in water to eat.

But even though she was hungry, what kind of meat was this?

"This is the meat of those flying dragons." Lawrence stood up and saluted slightly with his skirt, "Good morning, Master."

"Well... good morning, Miss Lawrence, is this Wyvern meat?"

Camilla was silent, but tore a piece of dragon meat.

"Considering that the Master is a human after all, and only eats compressed biscuits, the body will not be able to bear it in the long run, so Mrs. Bathory and I came up with this solution." Matthew said happily.

"It's delicious, just a little sour." Lawrence took a bite and smiled.