Not only in Romania, but in all of Europe, there is no other city as peculiar as Sighisoara. Its specificity lies in the word "unchanged". Although it is a small city with a population of 30,000, visitors to the historic area registered as a World Heritage Site will have the illusion of stepping back in time to the Middle Ages.

If you go up the uneven stone-paved ramp, you will see many houses that have not changed since the 16th century, and the square that used to be used as a witch's judgment is still intact.

Other attractions include Vlad III's hometown (now a hotel), the clock tower as a landmark, and the hill church on the highest point in the old city. In any case, it is also the perfect place for foreigners to experience past Europe.

For Mordred, who was active in the 6th century AD, the town was boring and had nothing to see.

For Artoria of the same era, however, the town is well worth reminiscing.

Wandering through the streets that seemed to have been forgotten by time, she thought of the Camelot, the royal city of her, the people she had sworn to protect, and the knights who surrounded the round table. 、

Walking along the main road that runs through the city, the cheers of the people echo in your ears - "King Arthur, King Arthur, King Arthur." ”

Walking through the square of the Judgment Witch, she seemed to see Lancelot and Aragaven again with their swords drawn.

Climbing the bell tower and looking down on the land, a panoramic view of Camelot, which she had seen countless times, appeared in front of her eyes.

It was really a nostalgic time, although it was mixed with many heavy memories and many sad scenes, but today, 1,500 years later, looking back, it is still regarded as a treasure by her, and she will never forget it.

"What a great place. ”

Artoria, who had trampled on every corner of Scigeoara, let out a contented sigh and broke free from the memories of the past.

"I'm sorry, Joan of Arc, for you to walk with me again. ”

"It's nothing, there's still a lot of time anyway. ”

Joan of Arc's voice rang out out of thin air, as calm as ever. Under the cloak of Hades, she perfectly avoided everyone's eyes and ears, and followed Artoria like a ghost, waiting for the Red Servant to appear at any moment.

It's a pity that, just like when I went around the city in the morning, I still didn't feel any of the breath of the servants.

"Has the Red side already moved, or is the assumption that the Red base is in Sighisoara' a mistake in itself?"

If you think about it carefully, no one has ever said that the red side's base camp must be in Signisoara, this is just their own analysis, although they have been approved by their peers, but there is no evidence after all.

Besides, there is so much space between Sigeoara, and there are so many places to hide, why should it be confined to the city?

Realizing her negligence, a sense of frustration rose in Joan of Arc's heart. Of course, there is no shortage of a little luck. The self-proclaimed ally of a teacher always says that he is stupid, and he is not smart enough - the so-called saint is assessed by posterity after all, and the essence of Joan of Arc is just a peasant girl under twenty, although pious, although noble, there is still a considerable distance from the accessible state of mind of "not being happy with things, not being sad with yourself".

Gathering her heart, Joan of Arc asked, "What should we do next?"

"Go meet up with Lingxia and the others, and then stay here for the night, and if there are still no other servants, we'll leave here-huh?"

Just as Artoria recounted Shinji's arrangement, a rhythmic vibration was heard from her waist.

Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a white mobile phone - this is the communication equipment that Lingxia prepared for Altoria in Tokyo, and in order to prevent it from being detected by the clock tower and the Thousand World Tree entrenched in Europe, she also specially used a local communication card in Japan that has opened a global communication service.

"The green one is on, and the green one is on. ”

While recalling Lingxia's teachings, he pressed the green button.

As soon as the phone was connected, Lingxia's anxious voice came from the receiver:

"Altoria, come here, we're being targeted by the Red Servant. ”

"What!" Artoria's face changed instantly, "where are you?"

"Shopping street, quick!" Jack is fighting the enemy, but certainly not for long. ”

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The six directors Lingxia and Jack will be found out, and they can only be said to be unlucky.

An ordinary woman, a modern servant with no job promotion bonus, naturally can't compare her physical abilities with King Arthur and Joan of Arc, who led the army to battle, so she didn't act with them.

Of course, the mother and daughter were not idle, and while the two heroes were pressing the road, they prepared a place to stay at night.

It is not possible to hide in the residential area of the locals, so it is inconvenient to hide. You can't go too far from the residential area, otherwise you will be exposing yourself. In the end, Lingxia chose to live in a hotel closest to the bell tower.

It is adjacent to the Acropolis Scenic Area, no one will visit the city at night, and the natural terrain advantage of the city wall also provides convenience for the servants to fight.

A few hundred meters in the opposite direction is a shopping street with all kinds of amenities, so you won't be suspicious if you live here.

Booked a luxury suite on the top floor, Lingxia took a nap in the room with Jack in her arms.

After a morning of running, I was indeed a little tired. And the best way to recover is to sleep with your daughter.

Jack likes to jump on the bed and lift the sheets open and roll them up like bugs. When he was tired of playing, he would put the sheet on Lingxia's body, and then put his face on Lingxia's stomach and fell asleep.

Looking at Jack like this, Lingxia felt that all the suffering was not bitter, and all the tiredness was not tired.

When the mother and daughter woke up, it was almost evening. Calculating the time, it is time for the two big stomach kings who press the road to come back - this is also the reason why Lingxia chose to live here. If it weren't for the food stalls, restaurants, and bakeries, other places might not be able to satisfy the stomachs of these two people. And this has become another reason for the relationship between King Arthur and Joan of Arc in her brain, they are all so edible, and it has nothing to do with who believes it.

Just when the mother and daughter went to the shopping street to buy large bags and small bags - no purchase, no way, Europe is not as good as Japan, many stores close when the sun sets, and if you don't buy them, there will be no time, and Lion Raid and Mordred also arrived in the shopping street.

was robbed of the assassin job by Shinji, Jack naturally did not have the "breath block", although her breath without the job agent was far weaker than the other servants, but no matter how weak it was, it did not hide Mordred's perception - after all, she is a child of Artoria, and her ancestral perception is keen.

When Mordred unleashed his murderous aura, Jack realized something was wrong. She handed over the things in her hand to Lingxia, and told Lingxia not to follow, turned around and ran into the alley on the side of the road.

PS: No way, Sighisoara is so big, and Mordred inherited the "king's stomach" again, if it weren't for the dull hair immersed in memories, the two would have met a long time ago.