I Will Eventually Become a Partner of Justice

pS: That's all for today, good night~! This two-in-one, okay? 7.5K too! In this way, two changes are still owed.

Chapter 48 Are you the only one who still wants to assassinate me?

"What's that weird sound?"

Mordred rubbed his ears and said in pain.

When she heard the voice coming from the [Mirror Book] just now, she simply felt that her soul was bursting, and she couldn't feel her own existence.

And Nitocris and several knights of the round table expressed the same feeling.

"Is it so scary?" Shirou asked suspiciously.

Mordred asked strangely: "Don't you feel this way?"

"It's really ugly...but it's not as exaggerated as you said, is it?"

Shirou really couldn't understand the feeling that Mordred and the others said, and even felt that they were playing themselves together. To Shirou, that voice...is really as ugly as shit, like the music of a dozen old audition troupes, it's really disturbing, but it's not as unbearable as Mordred said Bar?

And the soul exploded!

Faced with Shirou's doubts, Mordred smiled disdainfully, then stretched out his hand, pointed behind everyone, and said, "Look at that man."

Everyone turned their heads and saw Tristan lying on the ground with his hands folded in front of his chest, his face was pale, foaming at the mouth, his body was still trembling uncontrollably, and his whole body exuded a round of ascension light.

Everyone was shocked, and hurried forward to push him: "Tristan, what's wrong with you?"

"Don't die, Tristan!"

The voice was sad, exuding the special and unique friendship among the knights of the round table.

Especially Gachris, with only one arm left, also pushed Tristan's body like a wave.

Shirou felt that if Gachris continued to push like this, Tristan might not be shocked to death by the sound, but would be pushed to death by him.

Nitocris walked up to [The Book of Dark Mirrors] and squatted down, picking up the mirror fragments one by one, but after all, these were treasures and not real objects, just like picking up sand, Nitocris picked up half of them , [The Book of Dark Mirror] completely dissipated.

Nitocris clenched her fists, "Pharaoh...!"

She understood that the brilliance of the sun finally came to an end.

In her ears, that full of confidence and reassuring laughter will never sound again.

"I have seen the last brilliance of the sun."

A warm voice suddenly sounded in her ear, Nitocris turned her head and saw Shirou standing beside her, smiling at her.

"I will never forget the glory of Ozymandias. I will keep the memory of this singularity and meet him again," Shirou said.

"Meet Pharaoh again?" Nitocris murmured.

"That's right. The temporary parting is not the end, but the beginning of a new and beautiful memory. So, please give me your advice in the future, Pharaoh Nitocris." Shirou said with a smile.

"Well, please advise, King Arthur." Nitocris nodded and said.

At this time, Tristan, who was being pushed violently by Gachris, finally woke up before his head was deduced by Gachris.

"I, where am I?" Tristan said in a daze.

Geraint said, "You passed out before."

"Nonsense! How could I pass out?" Tristan demanded.

"Because you heard that voice," Kay said. "Have you forgotten? The rhythm of that voice is, da, da, da da—"

Tristan remembered, his face turned pale, he covered his head, and shouted in pain: "Stop talking! Don't make me think of it!"

"Oh, the rhythm after that is like this, da da da, da da da da da—" Kai said with a smile.

"ah--!"

Tristan yelled.

Seeing the noisy crowd, Shirou smiled.

Although the future is uncertain, but even if you don't know what the future holds, you still have to move forward.

Moreover, beside him, there are like-minded partners.

...

...

Mukebar Mountain.

This is the habitat of the people of the mountain, and it is also the base of the Assassin Order.

I don't know how many years have passed since the establishment of the Assassin Order. Every leader of the Assassin Order is called the old man in the mountain.

"How's the situation, Baimao?"

"Several Servants are rushing this way," Baimao Hassan said.

"Is the Lion King coming?"

"No. It's another group of Servants. The leader is a young mother with a child, who looks very vicious. We must guard against it, Cursed Wrist." Baimao Hassan reminded.

Cursed Hassan frowned.

Counting from the time when the Assassin Church was destroyed by the Mongolian army, there have been nineteen old men in the mountains. And these old men in the mountains were given the name of Hassan.

This is the case with Hassan the Hundred Faces, and so is Hassan the Cursed Wrist.

The only difference is that they are not the Hassan of this era, but the Hassan who was summoned to this era.

What Hassan the Cursed Wrist did not expect was that he would be summoned to the era he once lived in, so he, like other Hassans who were also summoned, was determined to dedicate his strength to the people of the mountain.

They knew the Lion King's holy plan, and they also knew that the Lion King would point his guns at the people of the mountain sooner or later, so they established a military base on Mukabal Mountain early, patrolling the base, and guarding against the Lion King.

"What should we do, Cursewrist?" Hassan the Hundred Face asked.

"The people of the mountain cannot be harmed, because they are our people. And the Servants who broke into here may also be the spies of the Lion King, so we have to guard against them. Well, let's keep an eye on them first and see the situation. If the situation is not right , and assassinated them!" Curse-Wrist Hassan said.

Baimao Hassan nodded his head, that's all he could do for now.

At this time, with a "swish", Hassan appeared in front of the two of them again, and said in a hurried tone: "The situation is not good, curse wrist."

"What's the matter?" Cursed Wrist Hassan asked.