"Yes, yes, you're right."

Joan of Arc responded to Bai Hua's question in despair, and his eyes... It's dead.

Thinking about her Joan of Arc Dalke, who has been in the industry for hundreds of years, when has she suffered this kind of grievance, what is the illusion of being crushed in some way, why do you want to smash this guy to death with a flag?

Finally, after nearly half an hour of communication, Bai Hua patted Joan of Arc's shoulder with satisfaction and smiled.

"Ruler, pass by my Ku··· Persuasion, is there a feeling that the spiritual level has been fully sublimated? ”

"Yes... It's—"

Joan of Arc shuddered, and couldn't help but feel a little scared in her heart.

Then the sun was fully rising, and Gilgamesh walked in in silence, sat down in the chair in the corner, and poured himself a fine wine, looking very gloomy.

The two were attracted by the same breath, their eyes met in the air, and a sense of sadness that they were both fallen people at the end of the world spontaneously arose.

"Well, well, if there's nothing going on, Ruler, please go and tutor Ziggy, I'll have to prepare it in advance." Bai Hua said with his hand.

"No, that, I ······"

"Hmph, hahaha, you actually asked a village girl to tutor others to study, do you want to laugh at the king? Hahahaha~! ”

Laughter echoed through the room until Bai Hua cast his gaze, and Gilgamesh stopped laughing.

"Old village chief, it seems that your ideological consciousness is far from enough."

That's right, because of the addition of Atalanta, Archer's job placement is repeated, and naturally he can no longer call the other party Archer, so Gilgamesh has regained the glorious title of 'Old Village Chief'.

This in itself is tantamount to a humiliating title, which makes Gilgamesh resentful and helpless, but now the most tangled thing is no longer the title.

No, it should be said that the title or something is just an acceptable little thing compared to what is going to happen next.

"Wait, what do you bastard want to do, don't... Don't come, this king······"

"Alright, old village chief, it's time to give Ruler psychological counseling, and then, it's your turn. First of all, change your self-righteous personality. ”

As he spoke, his palm fixed Gilgamesh's arm like a pincer, and then dragged him into the small room.

After a while, fragmentary words kept pouring out of the room.

Of course, unlike Joan of Arc, Gilgamesh is a king with reason and wisdom, but with a fiery personality, so naturally he will not be carried away by Bai Hua's brainwashing language bombardment, but will become more and more angry.

But the victory lies in the other party's infinite recovery of the spell, he can't resist, and he is annoyed.

"This... White Master, has it always been like this? Joan of Arc wiped away the cold sweat that wasn't there.

She was really scared.

"I don't know, I was summoned yesterday, but······ Maybe that's not a bad thing to do. Atalanta shook her head solemnly, then nodded.

She didn't know what to say about Bai Hua.

Clearly, there only needs to be one point, the other party is the master, the master with absolute authority.

At this time, she, as well as Siegfried, who was scouting outside, had completely become Bai Hua's dependents, and even they didn't know if they were still 'Atalanta' and 'Siegfried'.

After all, the Servant is a clone of the Heroic Spirit, although according to the change of the Spirit Base, it is not surprising that one or two of the same 'Atalanta' appeared in the same era.

But Bai Hua's summoning was different.

The first is to give them real flesh, from dead souls to living beings.

Second, the absolute contract made before responding to the summons, although it is not bound by the spell, any words of Bai Hua will have a stronger binding force than the spell.

Third, cutting, blocking.

Completely cut off the connection with the Heroic Spirit itself, so far, although they have the original memory, the original treasure, the original ability, but they are real individuals, not clones.

However······

"Although I don't know, one thing is certain, the Master's man is very good, and if he can really do what he says, then it is not a good thing for us to serve him with all our might."

"Well, yes. Then forgive me for being rude and will not ask such questions again. Joan of Arc thought for a moment and asked, "What about Sigta... What I just taught·· What, because of what? ”

"You mean?"

"Hmm~,It's learning.,If you learn in order to integrate into human society.,I can understand it.,But this... Wouldn't it be too rushed? ”

"Ah, it's that kid."

Atalanta smiled slightly, a strong maternal aura emerged, and said, "The Master, he's just worried about that child. ”

"Worried?"

"Yes, according to the Master, I hope that the child will live an ordinary life, not because of Saber, and not because of the Master, just need to live, learn, make friends, grow, get married, continue offspring, cry, laugh, be hurt, be angry, that's all."

Those are just ordinary and ordinary, ordinary things.

"It's a pity that you can't get that kind of life as long as you're by the Master's side." Mystery attracts mystery', is the truth of this era, and in the master, there is a mystery that rivals the root, or even surpasses the root, if you stay with the master, the child will be far from the ordinary. ”

"Ordinary... Is it? ”

Joan of Arc whispered softly, a small word, but it was insulated from her Heroic Spirit, but one thing, Joan of Arc knew that the mysterious world was too cruel, too dark, and ordinary, which was the most rare and precious thing.

"Yes, ordinary, so the royal lord will send Zig away as soon as possible, and let Zigg learn as many things as possible."

"I see, then the ······ in your hand"

"Well, it's the luggage for Ziggy, in some ways, the master is a careless person, and Saber is the same, only I will sort it out." Atalanta smiled and walked out the door with her suitcase.

Joan of Arc opened Ziggy's room, and there was a hint of envy in his heart that he didn't even notice himself, and then he noticed the stacks of books, and in an instant his whole head was bigger.

She, Joan of Arc, will not ······

"Ahem, Ziggy, there is some knowledge that can't be recorded in books."

Although some knowledge cannot be taught, some life lessons can be taught.

Half an hour later, Zieger was called out of the room by Bai Hua, with piles of luggage beside him.

"Alright, Ziggy, you should go, what taught you before, remember?"

"Remember, my current name is 'Sig Fujimura', the adopted son of the Fujimura family in Fuyuki City, who returned home from studying abroad today, and will be the boss of the Fujimura group in the future."

"Very good, you have to remember that if you live ordinarily, when you get to RB, your righteous sister will teach you well, she is a teacher." Bai Hua smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Do you have any other wishes?" Within my means, I'll help you do it as the situation comes. ”

Zigg paused, and said with some hesitation: "If you can, please save ······"

"No, I can't help you with this wish. Ziggy, if you feel that life is meaningless, go and solve the problem, and then you will feel fulfilled. Handing over a stack of books taller than a human to Zigger, Bai Hua immediately clicked on his staff: "Then-[Teleport]"