My Destiny Illustrated Book of Shape Moon

I don't know why, but only when he was with Joan of Arc, the assassin allowed this time-wasting lifestyle.

After all, this is also deepening the relationship with the judge, isn't it?

Saying goodbye to the tourists who were not too big to watch the excitement, Joan of Arc and Shuo Yue took advantage of the last moment to stroll on the streets of Sighisoara. Whether intentionally or unintentionally, their hands did not let go after holding them. open.

Shuoyue, some people say that your piano skills surpass their professors.

Excuse me. It's just due to magic. But, the saint seems surprised that I can play the piano?

Well, after all, heroes including me are all promoted to the throne of Heroes because of fighting, right? If they are Heroic Spirits who are recognized in the field of art, they will not be as good as you.丂

Really... Shuo Yue recalled Mozart and Salieri from the Lostbelt, Okay, it's true, but the power of music is much stronger than you think. It is an art that cannot be destroyed by swords.

After being told by Joan of Arc, Shuo Yue remembered The Day of God's Wrath, that is, Salieri represented the will of the side of pan-human history and refused the play of Ivan the Terrible, the guardian of the Lost Belt, saying that it was the will of pan-human beings. It’s not an exaggeration to say that Shi Fang officially launched a counterattack on the Lostbelt.

It's just that this song requires four hands to play... Thinking of this, Shuo Yue glanced sideways at Joan of Arc, and then looked away.

This French country girl doesn't look like she can learn the piano either.

I always feel that you are thinking about something very rude, Shuo Yue-kun. Jeanne d'Arc, who has an A-level 'revelation', said quietly.

Oh, how could it be?

During the conversation, they suddenly heard the sound of the piano again. It was a very gentle melody. Although it was not sad, it had a hint of hesitation. Although it was unhappy, it made people feel at ease.

At this point in time, in this situation, besides Shuo Yue, who else will play a dreamy movement before night falls?

The two looked at each other and quickly walked towards the source of the sound. It was a small house with dust on the door. It seemed that no one had lived in it for a long time.

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But in the dim candlelight, there was a girl in a platinum uniform sitting in the room, tapping the aging keys softly, and the silver-haired girl lay beside her, listening quietly.

It's a very gentle song, Mom.

This is called Fantasy. It's the seventh song of Childhood Scenes.

The music played by Shuo Yue spread throughout Sighisoara, and the short melody made little Jack full of interest. As Lingxia's mother who doted on her the most, she naturally took her to find another piano room and played the piano for her. listen.

This was a quite heartwarming night conversation between mother and daughter—if you ignored the command spell on the back of the woman's hand.

Black's master?

Under the cover of the blank class card and the unknowable nature of the blue party, Joan of Arc did not see through Little Jack's real name, but even so, she still revealed the identity of the Sixth Director Lingxia.

What really surprised her was that there were no servants following her around this Master!

Are the talented people brave, or...

On the other side, the disturbed Sixth Director Lingxia paused slightly, while Little Jack opened his eyes dissatisfied and glared at the uninvited guest with a murderous intent. After seeing Shuo Yue, he first showed a surprised smile, but then She looked at the sixth director Lingxia, snorted lightly and ignored him.

Little Jack didn't understand what happened, but since Lingxia's mother was unhappy, it must be Shuoyue's mother's fault, right?

Thinking like this, little Jack secretly looked at the young man with a normal expression, and then noticed the girl beside him.

That familiar appearance, that similar temperament, and the intimacy with Shuo Yue’s mother...

Little Jack was lost in thought.

Little Jack's eyes lit up.

Little Jack opened his mouth and let out a cheer.

Yay, another mom!

Mom?! Jeanne noticed little Jack's gaze and pointed at herself in disbelief, Me?

Yeah. Little Jack jumped off the piano bench, walked around Joan of Arc, sniffing like a kitten, and finally came to a serious conclusion, That's mom!

Blonde hair, serious temperament (cute), beautiful face, and Shuo Yue's behavior is intimate.

All the elements are complete, it’s mom’s fault!

Eh?! But, but, that...

Joan of Arc was caught off guard by little Jack. You must know that she was only nineteen years old before she was burned on the stake. Not to mention getting married and having children, she had never even been in love.

But now, such a cute little girl actually calls her mother? !

And in front of Shuo Yue...

Thinking like this, Joan noticed that the young man stepped forward, picked up the cute little Jack, and chuckled: She is not as easy to talk to as Artoria's mother. If you want to accept her as your mother, Do you want to work harder?

You, do you know each other? Joan of Arc stammered, while Shuo Yue ignored the saint, instead cuddling with little Jack, smiling evilly and saying:

Just like you did with Artoria's mother, go ahead little Jack and use charm attacks on her!

Well, is that so? It was obviously a joke, but little Jack really believed it. She jumped off Shuo Yue's mother's arms, trotted to Joan of Arc, raised her head, and looked at her with her big, pure eyes. He looked at the holy girl with a twinkling look.

Mother.

Jeanne was silent.

Mom? Little Jack pulled the corner of her clothes, pitifully.

Jeanne hardened her heart and looked away.

Mom... Little Jack pursed his lips, his ice-blue eyes sparkling with tears, as lovable as an abandoned child.

Not only her, Lingxia's half-smiling gaze, and Shuoyue's neutral eyes all fell on Jeanne.

She is so cute, can you bear it?

I... Joan of Arc opened her mouth, and finally sighed in resignation, squatting down, I'm here.

Mom! Little Jack's eyes lit up, and he immediately hugged Joan of Arc, pressing her cheek affectionately, giggling.

Joan of Arc, who had become a single mother without any help, responded with a helpless smile.

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When Joan of Arc was 'forced into prostitution', Artoria, who had a similar face to her, also encountered a crisis.

And it’s still big! Danger! machine!

Gululu...

I don’t know how many times this stupid king heard a protest from his empty stomach.

Be quiet. Artoria frowned and tried to activate the 'King's Majesty', but her stomach did not listen to her words and still screamed honestly.

She was so angry that she ran away a long time ago, so naturally she couldn't eat dinner. As a servant, Artoria didn't have any currency to buy food.

Then, that... The stall owner of the food stall looked at the strange man wearing a little lion mask and staying here for a long time with fear.

If he hadn't known that his goods were of little value, the stall owner would have let out a loud voice and shook people, but even so, being watched by this masked weirdo all the time was scary enough.

If you don't mind, I can treat you to a bowl...

No. Arturia pursed her lips and rejected the stall owner's kindness. Although an empty stomach is the enemy, I cannot accept charity out of fear.

What's more, if I eat freely, I will probably make this kind person poor...

Artoria regretted for the N+1 time why she didn't throw Shuo Yueqing away after finishing the meal.

But her speech aroused the interest of a certain group of passers-by.

Hmm, such a familiar rhetoric, let me take a look...Wow, I didn't expect that there are such weirdos in this era.

The girl with messy blond hair tied up in a short shirt and hot pants was carrying a paper bag of snacks. She looked at the figure wearing a little lion mask and couldn't help but poke the lion Jie Jieli beside her with laughter.

Hey, look, Master, a strange guy wearing a lion mask! Hahaha... I'm laughing so hard.

Shh, be quiet, it's impolite. Realizing that Du Mao was wearing a mask, Shi Shi Jie patted Xiao Mo and signaled her to apologize.

Huh? What is politeness? All I need is a sword and food! Xiao Mo replied matter-of-factly, but for some reason, she looked at the strange masked man and suddenly poked the master.

I say, since you're so kind, let's treat this weirdo to dinner!

ha?

Not only was Shishi Jie stunned, but Arturia also tilted her head, not understanding what kind of madness this child had.

Therefore, by this kind of coincidence, Artoria successfully came into contact with the target Mordred before nightfall——

At the expense of the lion's wallet being drained.

I want to spend some time with you. Do you want to take a walk with me?

French meaning above.

Chapter 446 Arthur! ! !

Chapter 447! ! !

From the moment he stepped into Sighisoara, Mordred felt that something was wrong.

Expectation, rejection, fear, anger, hatred, joy, uneasiness...

Those positive and negative emotions came in a swarm, not directly occupying her brain, but like intermittent electrical signals, buzzing when she was caught off guard, making her irritable.

What is the reason for this? Mordred himself was puzzled. His overly sensitive intuition captured the movement, but the meaning of this movement required the owner to guess.

This foggy feeling once made Mordred extremely irritable, but when she met the strange man wearing a little lion mask, the teasing itching stopped abruptly and was replaced by a thick A sense of security, and lingering doubts,

What exactly does this mean? Could this masked weirdo be someone she subconsciously believed she could trust?

No, there is another possibility...

Falling behind Shizi Jie, Xiao Mo muttered, causing the Master to turn his head in surprise.

What's wrong,?

No, it's okay. He signaled Lion Jie to feel reassured, but after a brief pause, Mordred couldn't help but talk to himself.

It should be... okay?

She knows that there are two ways to relieve the ancestral intuition of the Dumao family. One is to find the key to help solve the problem. As for the second...

It's like the straw that breaks the camel's back; the fall of the Louis XVI Happy Table; the final exam results are finally released, and the relief after the anxious wait can also make the intuition stop working.

After all, the source of danger is already standing in front of us, so what else is needed to warn?

Ha, how is that possible?