“…… No, no, how could it be her! Damn, the master really won a lottery this time! Seeing the figure looming in the smoke, Lancelot recognized her true identity the moment he saw the blurred figure.

If among the Knights of the Round Table, Lancelot is the last person to see, then there is no doubt that this new servant will be the first in his heart.

When the figure completely wrapped in armor walked out of the magic array, Lancelot was even more convinced of his previous speculation, and in an instant, suspicious, solemn, nostalgic, resentful and other complex human emotions instantly surged into his heart, and in his body, there was a faint hint of breathtaking coercion.

"Wow! This story is really getting more and more interesting, Sa, master, compared to now, my generation is looking forward to the next development, and what means will you use to convince this unruly wild horse? ”

Glancing slightly at Lancelot, who had a somewhat strange face, Shakespeare touched the sparse stubble on his chin, as if he guessed the identity of the new servant, and then a glint flashed in his eyes, and without everyone around him noticing, he quietly retreated to a corner of the hall, quietly watching the development of things.

"Bang!" Under the gaze of all the servants in the hall, the new servant plunged the gorgeous big sword in his hand into the ground, and after a crisp explosion, the luxurious marble slabs on the ground suddenly cracked outward like a spider web.

The crimson magic enveloped the gorgeous sword, a trace of terrifying coercion, slowly emanating from it, the bright and smooth armor, under the illumination of the magic light, even looked even cold, even if there was a barrier from the armor, all the servants could feel the fierce magic breath under the armor.

"Click! Dangdang! After a series of metal clashes, the helmet hidden in the unchaste slowly unloaded, revealing a beautiful face, golden hair, emerald green pupils, and an arrogant and uninhibited look, all of which showed her unusual and arrogant personality.

"My name is Mordred, the only orthodox successor of the knight King Arthur Pendragon......" tilted his head slightly, and on his beautiful face, he suddenly sketched a trace of an arrogant smile, looked at Firena's delicate face, laughed and thrust his sword into the ground again, and said arrogantly: "Sa, answer me, are you my master?" ”

"It's too long, how can you summon the bear child!" Looking at the arrogant knight in front of her, Firena didn't feel a trace of excitement at all because she had drawn a five-star servant, but had an inexplicable headache.

It's not because Mordred's strength is not good, on the contrary, as an almost household name knight, her strength can be said to be one of the strongest among known sword followers.

As a rebellious knight who drew a stop to the legend of King Arthur, whether it is his unchaste helmet that can hide his own values, or the famous A+-level military treasure - rebelling against Duanli's father, it is also an excellent treasure among many servants.

And in terms of keeping skills, the ancestral intuition and magic power are released, which provides her with strong combat ability in the battlefield, and the B-level combat continuation skills also provide the most reliable guarantee for her survival.

Among the heroic spirits summoned by Firena now, except for Lancelot and Jin Shi who can stabilize her, I am afraid that none of the others are Mordred's opponents, and if they really want to gamble their lives, even Lancelot and the two of them dare not guarantee that they can survive Mordred's attack unharmed.

However, Mordred is strong, but in terms of personality, it is enough to give Firena, who is the master, a headache, advocating the idea of violence first, unable to bear to be treated as a woman, and also unable to bear to be treated as a man, and will inexplicably want to rebel against power, although in the cause of rebellion, it is essentially different from Spartacus, but in the final analysis, Mordred is like a child in a period of resistance, and needs someone to follow her temperament, and give her a certain amount of love, will be the type that will calm down.

And the most unaffordable thing for Firena is that Mordred is the one who inherited the king's stomach, and its terrifying appetite can be said to be worthy of King Arthur's own son, and unlike Artoria, Mordred is a enjoy-type servant, even if there is a sufficient supply of magic power, she also likes to eat very much, which is undoubtedly a worse news for Firena, who has just been relieved of the pressure of life, and is silently calculating the two thousand gold coins in her heart, plus how long Mordred can last.

"Hey, you guy, you're being rude!" Seeing Firena standing in front of her in a daze, without any reply for a long time, Mordred couldn't help but be a little annoyed and thrust the big sword in his hand into the ground again, and after a loud bang, he frowned and shouted: "Hurry up and answer my question, are you my master?" ”

Shocked by Mordred, Firena reacted from her stunned state, and then showed the back of her hand with the spell printed in front of her, and said softly: "Ah, that's right, I'm your master, Firena Odenny!" ”

"What. How could I be summoned by a master like you who looks weak and can't help it! Half-crouching in front of Firena, Mordred looked at her less than the height of her own chest, and her slightly thin figure, and couldn't help but sneer at Firena's head, and continued to laugh:

"But it doesn't matter, you little master can rely on me, as a qualified king in the future, protecting the safety of his people is a necessary thing, hahaha."

"Hey, I'm really sorry for my lack of growth, future Your Majesty!" Slapping Mordred's hand on her head away, Firena grabbed her hair with her hand, and then stretched out her right hand, with a wild look on her face, and smiled at her, "Then I will ask you for more advice in the future, Mordred!" ”

Looking at her right hand that had been slapped away, and seeing Firena's little hand stretched out to her, Mordred was stunned for a moment, then burst out laughing, and then grabbed her right hand and shook it vigorously, and said with a smile: "Ah, I'll leave it to you in the future, master." ”

"So......" Standing up slowly, Mordred put the sword in his hand on his shoulder, and smiled coldly: "There has been a familiar smell here since just now, is my father also here?" ”