Patting his pants and getting up, he walked to the bed habitually, but after thinking about it, he sat down in the corner where the Hydra was resting, "That's all for today, I need to recover my magic, so it's time for me to rest." Assassin: You can move around the house as you please, but you just can't go outside. Of course, you can also go straight to sleep, and the single bed will be fine. Qing said and pointed to the small bed in the corner, then closed his eyes and stopped thinking about the world.

"Hey, what's that? I'm going to sleep like this, and I still have the strength to fight with me just now. Xiao Mo complained and pursed his lips, but he didn't come nonsense, he went straight to the bed and sat down, and lay down without removing his armor. Although all these Qing did not open her eyes, she actually saw it in her eyes, and her failure to disarm showed that she still had a grudge against herself, and was in front of her as a hidden superior, which was undoubtedly her uneasy mood, although she was reckless, but her tone confirmed that she lacked calm.

This issue needs to be addressed, but it won't be tonight. 'Silently recovering the mana, after a pleasant battle, the mana circuit of the whole body is in an open state at the moment, relying on this fully open state to recover several times faster than usual, so that maybe you can reorganize the body in time, then the chances of winning tomorrow's battle can be greatly improved. So tonight is destined to be in this format, and the rest can be pushed back.

Suddenly, another thing came to mind, Qing opened his eyes in time, but didn't get up, "One more thing, Assassin, remember not to move anything in my room, of course, most of them are relatively large objects in the room, such as shoe cabinets, beds and desks, these large objects are engraved with the technique to communicate with the house, if you move and damage these at will, it may make the conduction system of the whole room go wrong, although there will be no danger, but it will be very troublesome to correct!" “

After Qing finished speaking, he closed his eyes and said no more, but Xiao Mo sat up very unhappily, "Clams? What's the difference between this and house arrest, why are you doing so much with this guy, this doesn't work, that doesn't work. Bastard, what the hell did you summon me for! There was no reply, not that I couldn't hear it, but that I didn't answer. However, in the eyes of the interrogator, there is no difference between not answering and not wanting to answer, and the meaning of the two is even more different.

Mordred gritted her teeth, the dark red arc of irritability beating between the armor she hadn't removed, she was no doubt in a bad mood, and the aggrieved atmosphere that had been weighing on her from the time she was summoned to the present. This was undoubtedly an extremely uncomfortable challenge for her, who had always been used to freedom, and perhaps she only needed to raise her sword to kill the summoner at the moment, and then everything would naturally end, but she didn't do that. The clenched fists trembled, but there was also no trace of murderous aura.

Qing slightly hooked the corners of her mouth, although the rebellious knight is burdened with notoriety, and the history of killing kings and fathers makes her no different from a thug who rebels against water in the eyes of the world, but how many people in this world really know her true heart? Maybe Artoria understands all this, but she is the least likely to say it, and this may be what they have in common, the same clumsiness, one does not know how to express feelings, the other does not know how to deal with feelings, and is incurably ill. -------

After a peaceful night, Qing slowly opened his eyes, and at the same time was deeply relieved that Xiao Mo had not cut himself. "Were you just thinking, 'It's good that you weren't killed~'ahh There were many opportunities to kill you tonight, but I didn't do it. Really! If it weren't for the Holy Grail, maybe I would have killed you a long time ago, how could I have waited until now! And your strength is not bad, killing you is not a dirty hand----"

Putting aside the complaining Xiao Mo, Qing stood up and stretched, sure enough, fighting to nourish the war is the best medicine for himself, after a whole night of recovery work, the magic power in the body has recovered to at least eighty percent! The various indicators of the body have also been slightly improved, which means that if she fights with Xiao Mo, she can take advantage faster, but the premise is that she does not liberate the treasure, after all, the fighting skills and weapon skills in the white-knuckle battle occupy a great proportion.

looked at Mordred Deqing with a stinky face, and nodded calmly, "Well, I know what you said, if you have the chance, I will let you get what you want, but not now, and what I said is definitely not vernacular!" While talking, he wrote the magic of drawing and painting on his body to clean his body, and in the past, he would comfortably take a hot bath, but now this situation has an inexplicable psychological shadow, so he uses magic to clean his body.

Maybe that words just now seemed too perfunctory, and Mordred's expression became a little more gloomy, which Qing could see at a glance, because a fool would not be able to see the situation clearly, "Uh, didn't you sleep at night?" The face is so bad that it looks like this ghost, is it really okay? "It turns out that touching other people's heads is a bad habit, embarrassingly retracting the hand that is only a centimeter away from the blade, at this moment the knight in front of him is definitely fried, it is best to avoid joking with her as much as possible.

Qing withdrew his hand, Xiao Mo also put the sword back, and the atmosphere between the two sides was tense, but fortunately, it was not tense, and it can be said that there has been good progress. "Alright Assassin then let's go out now, I still have a job, I have to go to school, and I can't keep an eye on you all the time during this time, so I'll give you permission to move freely! However, it must be spiritualized, and it must not be seen by anyone, although I don't advocate the destruction of the mouth, but the sword is in your hand, so it's up to you to decide, and I will also continue to provide you with magic to ensure that you don't get ahead of the danger, but you can't just mess around. ”

Just like the old mother's various preaching, it is like returning to the beginning of not remembering the years---- he keeps shouting loudly in the dilapidated blacksmith's room, and the other one who should have been obedient has long escaped from the house to learn swordsmanship---- returning to reality from memory, but everything is the same as in memory, preaching has no meaning, looking at Mordred's appearance, he obviously only heard the words free movement, and the rest is still to be discussed.

"Hey! You guy give me good obedience, I'm your master, I don't have any intention of pressing you with my identity, now I really can't control you, but if something goes wrong I can't ignore it. Now many opponents are still in the dark, and it is only a matter of time before they are accidentally killed, and I am not worried about you alone! Anyway, you're a Servant too---" "Hmm--- you're really verbose, I know what you said, go about it, I'm fine." Really! It would be nice to have a taller, straightforward Master, instead of you being a thoughtful guy who feels just as --- as the queen mother."