I'm not an old sword

"Don't ask, it's not something you can inquire about at your age."

Lin Qingsu rubbed her fluffy blond hair like a silly child and pulled her aside.

"Children don't understand, go and play."

Mordred was upset.

Why do mere human beings dare to talk to themselves in such a tone, and dare to rub my old lady's head?

But the strange thing is that Mordred dared to get angry, looked at Lin Qingsu, and suddenly felt very guilty, just like facing the "father king", although he complained a lot to Artoria in private, he always When he saw her, he honestly didn't even dare to lift his head, and it was the same when he saw him.

"Oh."

Mordred muttered dissatisfiedly while walking obediently towards the bed.

"But the Master..."

After temporarily solving Mordred, Lin Qingsu looked at Ophelia again.

"Do you want me to go out?"

Why are you suddenly wronged?

Originally, Lin Qingsu wanted her to go out for a while, but seeing Ophelia like this, she was too embarrassed to say so.

"No, I just want to look at you suddenly."

After a word, Lin Qingsu looked at Brunhilde.

Brunhild was looking at him intently.

Seeing him looking at him, the corners of Brunhilde's mouth curved slightly, a flower-like smile bloomed on his slightly indifferent face, and he took two steps forward and gently leaned into Lin Qingsu's arms.

"I miss you."

Ophelia, who was blushing a little at Lin Qingsu's words, looked complicated at this scene.

How could Lin Qingsu, an ordinary person, have anything to do with a Nordic Valkyrie. ' and 'Isn't Brunhilde and Sigurd lovers? 'I didn't think of such questions, but looked at Lin Qingsu with rather sad eyes.

One second he teased himself, the next he hugged another woman.

It's fine if she can't do anything, but the woman he hugged was summoned by himself.

"Hey, what's wrong with you?"

Ophelia came back to her senses and turned her head. Mordred was draping her shoulders with a familiar look.

"It's okay." Ophelia shook her head, looked at Lin Qingsu who was whispering with Brunhilde, and sighed in her heart.

After all, he was self-indulgent.

In such a dangerous situation, coupled with being saved by the other party, and Lin Qingsu's appearance, strength and temperament are all very good, which girl is not pregnant, Ophelia thought that maybe if they can go back alive Like the heroes and heroines in adventure movies, they will tie the knot and spend the rest of their lives together.

"Oh." Mordred scratched his face and pointed at Lin Qingsu: "Do you know what happened to the two of them? Isn't she the servant you summoned?"

Ophelia shook her head, then glanced at Lin Qingsu's skillful appearance who had started to rub shoulders with the woman, and suddenly felt a little dazed.

Speaking of which, he seemed to have forgotten that he was a scumbag who dated several women at the same time.

What else is it called "Miss Killer"?

But she also seems to be a young lady, isn't that...

......

Mordred looked at the pale woman in front of him strangely.

He looks cool and beautiful, and has a good figure.

She was only a little inferior to Mei Li and Guinevere, and she still had black hair and red eyes in an exotic style.

But unfortunately, he has never been interested in women. Compared with useless things like women, he prefers the sword in his hand. He wants to keep getting stronger until he can successfully usurp the father who abused his son. The woman in front of him... .

"You are my stepmother?"

Linglongguan Meisha couldn't help but frowned when she heard the words, and her anger at seeing 'killing her father and enemy' faded a bit.

Although he looks six to seven points similar to Arthur, he is not alone.

His demeanor, tone, and armor are all completely different, and according to his words...

"Are you Mordred?"

"That's right, it's Ben...it's me."

Linglong Pavilion Mei Shaye glanced at him suspiciously.

"What kind of mouth fetish are you?"

"No, you don't have to worry about it."

Mordred is having a hard time right now.

Claiming to be the king is used to it, and he subconsciously says "the king" when he speaks, but now as soon as he calls himself the king, he recalls the painful memory of being killed and resurrected by that old guy Arthur that night, and then killed again after being resurrected.

It is not too late for a gentleman to take revenge for ten years.

Now this king will temporarily pretend to be a snake to protect the stepmother, to win the love of the old man, and wait for me to achieve great success, one day...

Arthur, you wait for me!

Meisha Ye of Linglong Pavilion let out an 'hmm', and fell into deep thought as she looked at him.

He said she was his stepmother, that means he thought she was Arthur's woman?

Thinking that she was regarded as a woman who killed her father and enemy, Linglong Guan Mei Shaye was a little annoyed, but she quickly suppressed the useless dissatisfaction, looked at the surrounding fog that was gradually thinning, and finally looked at the man holding the sword in front of her again. Blonde youth.

I need his protection.

As for why she identified herself as Arthur's woman, maybe Arthur had planted undetectable things on himself in the amusement park, that kind of thing is irrelevant.

"What happened here?"

"I do not know."

Mordred spread out his hands in a very bachelor way: "I just came here not long ago, and I came here out of nowhere. There is no Master, and I feel that there has been movement here, but the trash who was kicked by you didn't hit twice. I ran away, and then I saw you."

Linglongguan Mei Shaye frowned irritably.

Came here out of nowhere, out of nowhere, the son of his murdered father and enemy took him as his mother...

"Where's your master?"

Mordred felt that his stepmother was a bit stupid.

I wanted to complain, but after thinking about it, I decided to forget it. If she made a small report with her grumpy father who seemed to be in menopause recently, it would be miserable for her, so she spread her hands helplessly.

"No."

"Then I am your Master now."

Nor did Mordred pay attention to the tone of her order.

This woman is nice, she looks like my own mother.

On the contrary, he hates hypocritical women like Mei Li and the green tea like Guinevere, who are weak and like a bitch, and they just bully him all day long.

"it is good."

Following his answer, both of them felt that there was a thread between them that connected them.

Linglongguan Mei Shaye only felt the back of her hand burn.

Looking down, three red command spells of angels holding swords appeared on the back of their hands, and their hanging hearts were completely let go.

"nice!"

The moment the connection was established, a steady stream of magic power was transmitted into Mordred's body, quickly replenishing the magic power of his previous free-moving trumpet.

That is enough magic power for him to maintain the level of free action all the time.

Although Mordred doesn't know much about magic, but the knowledge he got from the Holy Grail also knows that those who can do this are definitely top-level magicians, which is definitely enough for him to fight with other heroic spirits.

"Oh, stepmother, what are we doing? Go find that trash and kill it! Just now I didn't want to waste my magic power so I let it go away, this time I will definitely..."

"Shut up! Idiot, do you have anything else on your mind besides fighting?"

Are you sure you are not my real mother?

"First confirm where this is and what happened."

"Open the door for me."

Mordred looked at the closed door in front of him and then at the indifferent Linglongguan Meishaye.

You are definitely my real mother, right?

"Aren't you going soon?"

"Good Le!"

Hearing Mei Shaye's dissatisfied voice, Mordred picked up the big sword, walked up the stairs, raised his foot and kicked the door.

Hearing the panicked screams inside and the unhurried footsteps behind him, Mordred grinned.

"It seems that Dad's vision is not always so bad."

Foggy London: Chapter 144 Chapter 24 El-Melloi II of the Sherlock Holmes family

"The reign of Queen Victoria, the Whitechapel in London's East End, serial murders..."

After the questioning, Mei Shaye of Linglong Pavilion asked Mordred to knock out the natives of this room and throw them into the basement.

She occupied the magpie's nest and stood by the window where they looked at themselves just now, observing the scene of the street.

In the dark night, the street was filled with thick white mist, which was lighter than before, but it was also a strenuous task to see the houses across the street.

"Jack the Ripper."

Once you become a magician, you are no longer an ordinary person.

Take the present as an example, an ordinary woman travels suddenly, finds herself in London at the end of the nineteenth century, and hears that Jack the Ripper is raging, she must be thinking of trying to escape from London.

But Linglongguan Mei Shaye was thinking about how to find Jack the Ripper. She had a hunch that the reason for her time travel must be related to Jack the Ripper.

"Holmes?"

Linglongguan Meishaye suddenly thought of Lin Qingsu.

After tossing her recently, he often leans on the bed and reads "The Collection of Sherlock Holmes". As for the extra words, it is "Anyway, you are raising me, and I have nothing to do after practicing swordsmanship." ’, and she, who was sore all over from being tossed, didn’t have the confidence to say, ‘Fuck me. ', can only let him this very insulting behavior.

While Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character, Jack the Ripper is real.

But now that Mordred has appeared, it means that this is also a Holy Grail War. Sherlock Holmes, a legendary figure who has become a household name and even many people think that he is a real person, is not a real person who is summoned as a heroic spirit. impossible things.

"They say the fog lifts during the day."

Mordred, who took off his armor and changed into the owner's clothes, squatted on the ground bored, playing with the domestic cat's tail, and the bad-tempered cat was too obedient to bark in his hands. call out.

"Where are you going then, stepmother, it's so boring, I want to kill someone."

You can look for Sherlock Holmes, but you don't want to rest on a non-existent character. Go to Baker Street and go to the police station to find clues.

Having made a plan, Mei Shaye raised her eyes again, her head suddenly became dizzy and her vision blurred, she couldn't help but hold her forehead.

"It's time to rest."

Yesterday, Lin Qingsu was tortured all night by that dog. After the torture, he read the book again. She was so angry that she accompanied him to read the book for a while, and finally fell asleep after finishing a story, but she didn't sleep for a while and was called by her subordinates again. Woke up, and then somehow came to this place.

"I'll squint for a while, and call me at dawn."

"Oh."

Linglong Pavilion Meisha rested on the bed in kimono.

She was so tired, even though Mordred made noises from time to time teasing the cat, she just closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep.

Linglong Pavilion Meisha had a dream at night.

I dreamed that I finished handling the company's affairs, went home with Lin Qingsu, and helped my mother deal with the clansmen and outsiders who came to pay New Year's greetings with him, woke up in the middle of the night because of a headache, and wanted to ask the maid to prepare some hot water to drink but no matter what No matter how she called, there was no answer.

No matter where it is, there will be two maids standing by outside the door every night.

But such an unreasonable scene did not make Linglongguan Mei Shaye have much doubt. There was no logic in the dream. Seeing no one answered, she did not think at all, and left the bedroom alone to get some water.