Getting the Holy Grail is good news - in a religious sense, it's even more useful than a sword in stone. After all, the Holy Grail is for all believers, and the sword in the stone is a prophecy item.

For example, Mo Dao Shiren has one eye, although this thing sounds very domineering when it comes out of the world, it is definitely not as high-end as the small stone engraved with the order of the sky and the longevity of Yongchang in his hand.

Therefore, even if the battle continues, but the war cannot be started for the time being, for Artoria, what to do is not to continue fighting, but to bring back the Holy Grail to stabilize the people's hearts and boost morale, so she must go back as king.

Distributing the army, arranging the knights on guard, leaving enough food, grass and supplies, everything - ahem, has nothing to do with Alan.

It's the biggest help that he doesn't mess with - even the worst management is more reliable than a half-informed layman, Alan doesn't want to be thankless, Merlin may be good at this, but he still finds someone to brush up on today's first win.

Even the armies of ancient times were extremely spectacular when marching on a large scale, but this spectacle was only useful at the beginning of the journey - because it was impossible for Artoria to leave his own troops on the march, and Alan naturally could not leave people down and go on his own - although he actually had this intention, but it was not realistic at all.

But that doesn't mean he can't do anything – because trouble is coming again.

Maybe it's because his Merlin's identity has been recognized and the amnesia has been spread.,So,He's met a lot of witches who want to help him recover his memories - Allegedly,The private life of Lord Merlin was compared before.,Well,That chaos.,So...

After finally pushing the warm-hearted witch away, Alan took a breath - he had just left the group and didn't want to go in yet.

He turned his head, and there was a hint of helplessness on his face: "Okay, come out - really, you don't know that I will refuse, why are you hiding, it's fun?"

"No, I was just thinking that the previous Headmasters of Hogwarts had the right rules, and sure enough, the boys were trying to run to the girls' dormitories—" Hermione deliberately lengthened her voice, obviously slightly angry, and gave Alan a roll of her eyes as she spoke.

The reason why such a thing happened was probably last night - because it was not confirmed when the army would be deployed, Alan stayed in the tent very indifferently and did not teleport out, and then accidentally looked at a little more, really a little more.

So, when he had to sleep in a tent last night, Hermione, who was surprised to find that Eren was there, blushed and drove him out of the tent directly, leaving him outside for a whole night, and was seen by the other witches.

Well, it's that simple, there's nothing complicated.

Really, what's there to see, am I that kind of person?

Alan grumbled inwardly, but dared not speak, and began to make lunch - this is still counting the foodie's portion, if he didn't have magic, he would be exhausted!

…………

Half an hour later, Alan hummed a song while bringing lunch to the table and began to shout - of course, if someone doesn't need to shout, she will not shout, but during the day she will not remove her disguise and take on the appearance of a small sufferer.

Perfect - Alan set aside the final dessert and looked at the simple rice, which was hearty enough to make some dishes, even though some dishes couldn't be made.

However, just after he left the tent, he found that Hermione was not nearby at all, strange, where did this girl run?

Being in the barracks, it would be too much to open a small stove, and it would be too much if it was being shouted - especially if the person who rubbed the rice could not be exposed if he wanted to maintain the dignity of the king, so Alan could only simply lock the door of the tent with magic and start searching.

As he circled around the camp, greetings came naturally, and after a meaningful salute, he eagerly asked if the other party had seen Hermione.

To his surprise, the other party generously pointed in a direction: "Oh, you're talking about the girl who came with you, she went out with a few witches, and she is currently in that direction, when he left—hey, my lord, my lord!"

Before he finished his words, Alan had already rushed out like an arrow off the string - this idiot, usually so smart, why did he make a fool at this time?

Going out with a group of strangers, what kind of camp are you?

In his frustration, he even started the ghost step, and the light blue power circulated in him, leaving visible afterimages and dust in the places he passed - according to the time before cooking, he couldn't go far, and he should be able to chase it immediately-

Thinking of this, Alan patted his head - he was so nervous that he forgot that he could teleport.

A sudden brake, Allen's footsteps stopped suddenly, and with a flip of his palm, he turned out his set of golden tarot cards from his pocket, all the information flowed quickly, with the injection of magic power, Hermione's position was quickly exposed, Alan subconsciously wanted to teleport over, but he stopped the movement in his hand, and the movement was stiff as if he had been petrified by magic.

Drops of crystal cold sweat appeared from his forehead, then slowly grew stronger, and finally gathered into a huge bead of sweat, and then slapped on the tarot card in his hand with a snap.

It's over, it's completely cold this time.

This thought quickly expanded from the moment it came to his mind, and then in the infinite expansion, he thought of Hua Luo for no reason—it is said that the raven is a sign of death, is he going to die?

Why is this happening, everyone is happy to get a Holy Grail back, and then they can return to Hogwarts, how did it become like this?

Why did he have to show off the effects of this magic and even share his vision with Hermione?

If he hadn't shown off his magic, he might have been able to get away with it by explaining, but what now?

He felt like he was going to get cold, just because of what he had just seen.

Well, steam, hot springs, playing in the water, girls - these keywords add up, equal to the grave!

It's over, it's really going to be cold this time - in the heart of Alan, who found that he hadn't turned off his magic because he was too frightened, he looked at it again in the spirit of being cold...

This time, though, he didn't have to worry about how long he had to wait, because he saw an angry face.

A few minutes later, a red-faced girl stood in front of Allen—probably from the hot springs, he thought.

It's a pity that it's useless to think about it.

Because this is the moment of the death sentence, the angry girl who knows the effect of magic is going crazy, and begins to hammer desperately towards Alan's chest - let Eren feel a massage for a while, no way, his physique is here, Hermione is an excellent wizard, so of course her physical attack can't break the armor.

Only, despite this, he had to pretend to be in pain - although Alan didn't know why he thought that, his instincts told him that if he didn't, he would die a miserable death.

After a punch, Hermione, who had lost her strength, finally calmed down a little, but she didn't say a word, obviously sulking.

"Well, I swear, I really didn't mean to, I just wanted to go to dinner with you. Alan raised his hands in a gesture of surrender.

"Perverted!"

"Really, I swear, I thought you might be in some danger, so I rushed to find you, after all, we didn't know those wizards very well. ”

"Childish!"

"Truly, I was mad when I saw that you weren't in the camp, so I used a divination spell to find you!"

。。。

After half a day of explanation, Alan finally reluctantly gained understanding.

However, suddenly a question arises: "Is the mole on my shoulder a little ugly?"

"There's no mole, Mingming-"

Halfway through the words, the fist smashed over without saying anything.

After a long time, Hermione, who had no strength, stopped, her expression was angry, and Alan was unconsciously a little confused, and then lowered her head-

。。。

After half a ring, the frightened Alan suddenly found that Hermione's anger seemed to have disappeared a lot, and he didn't know why he didn't have the courage to ask, so he could only take her towards the tent.

However, the most worrying thing happened - the door of the tent was opened, and the cups and plates were in disarray.

A contented Artoria appeared at the table, her face full of happiness.

Seeing them come in, she waved her hand: "Teacher, good afternoon, today's meal is just as delicious - we will leave in the afternoon, I left the food for you, clean up and leave." ”

。。。

Apprentice, are you such a cheating teacher?

Why do you say as if you cooked for us yourself, obviously you are the guy who came over to eat, okay?

Believe it or not, if you really are my apprentice, I will be expelled from the sect!

It's a pity that the person in front of her doesn't have this kind of cognition, and after she had something to say goodbye to on the surface, she patted her ass and left, and she didn't even clean up the bowl...

Hmph, wait until we're gone, see how you live!

Alan rolled his eyes, quickly picked up the table, and then heated up the rest of the whole dishes - even if this stupid apprentice had a conscience, what was left was the dishes that Alan liked before.

"Wait, I'll make a few more dishes—and I'll be there in no time. Alan skillfully used his wand manipulator to bring the dishes he had made up—he had to take it easy today.

However, when he brought the dessert, the unexpected happened.

Looking at a plate of fruit that Eren had spawned that was definitely not growing in England at the moment, Hermione looked at Eren with disgust in her eyes, and finally she didn't know what she thought of before she got better and fed it to Eren - she surprised him so much, but she still ate it happily.

He finally understood why people disliked it, and sure enough, papaya is really unpalatable...

——

In the afternoon.

In the entire camp, the troops returning to the royal capital have been divided.

Because it is in its own territory, it is still very convenient to replenish supplies, so there are no supplies at all, and the whole team is composed of knights, cavalry, and magicians.

There are two main purposes for this - first, in the barracks, although Lord Merlin has become accustomed to it, there is obviously no sign of memory recovery, for the sake of Lord Merlin, so they have to return quickly, expecting Lord Merlin to find the lost memories in the familiar royal capital.

The second, and most important one, is to put the Holy Grail in front of everyone as quickly as possible, so that the glory of the king can rise to the top.

All the people rode on horseback, in order to be able to return to the royal capital as quickly as possible.

But that's when the problem arose - because Alan didn't know how to ride a horse, Hermione did.

Although she can only make control movements on a docile horse, it is much easier to catch up with this foundation, and Alan, who has no such foundation at all, is completely dumbfounded - no way, how can he use this...

Fortunately, such a person who can't ride a horse is easy to deal with - many witches have expressed their willingness to take Lord Merlin for a ride.

Just as a blonde, blue-eyed witch demonstrated her mastery of the arts, the others were defeated - and that's when Hermione barely managed to control her horse.

"Come on, I'll take you. At the moment, her tone was still a little angry, but Allen's eyes lit up and she turned over - she was kicked down...

Despite his physical strength, horses are not dead creatures, especially since Hermione is still clumsy in handling.

Fortunately, Lord Merlin was famous, and no one was ridiculed.

Hermione gave a helpless look, then stretched out her hand to Alan, "Come on, don't pull me down." ”

Of course, this is impossible - Alan took Hermione's hand lightly, and the other hand directly pressed the disobedient horse, and the body went up as soon as he lifted it - to put it bluntly, it was a coincidence, and Alan couldn't still suffer after a fall.

Well, riding a horse and a broomstick are completely different feelings - because a broomstick is just a dead thing, even if it is satisfactory, it is not as much as the reaction of a living horse, although the scenery on the broomstick is very good, but the horse is a different experience.

It's just that why does it feel wrong?

It seemed that something was out of his control, as if something had been turned upside down, and a trace of doubt appeared in Allen's heart.

Then the doubt was quickly solved, and a pair of slender arms around his chest stretched out to the front, and then a head was placed on the left shoulder.

"Alan, you're too tall, I can't see the front clearly, your shoulders are a little loose, I won't let you fall, don't worry." Hermione's confident voice rang in her ears, and Alan obediently lowered her body before discovering the root of the problem.

Wait, that's not the right posture!

Let me go down! It's too cowardly to be surrounded by a girl from behind and ride a horse like this, you let me go down, I don't want to be like this!