Chapter 820：

There is no doubt that this guy is hungry again.

No matter which Altria is the same, it is usually reliable, but when it comes to delicious, it will become a little unreliable.

This is really helpless.

"Then, that, Assassin, do you bring money?" Saber turned his head, looked at Shirou, and couldn't help asking.

Shiro nodded.

"Please, please lend me a little bit first." Saber said.

Shi Lang smiled and said, "Needless to say, I am hungry too."

Shi Lang entered the fast food restaurant and bought a big bag of hamburgers. Under the strange gaze of the people around, Shi Lang took out one, and then handed the whole bag to Saber.

"I'm sorry, my stomach is hungry faster." Saber said apologetically.

Shi Lang shook his head and said with a smile: "It doesn't matter. I know you better."

Shiro and Saber were sitting in the Central Park of Tolifa City, taking a break.

Saber took out a hamburger and ate it in his hand, with a very happy expression on that pretty face.

Shiro leaned on a statue, while eating a hamburger, his eyes fell on Saber's face.

That kind of cute expression, he had hardly seen his Altria's body.

No.

Not almost, but not at all.

When Camelot was in Camelot, the King’s journey was over, followed by all kinds of misery. This simple expression of smiling happily because he could eat, did not appear in his Altria. On the body.

And after the most difficult Cornwall period was over, it was the decisive battle with Fu Tigeng, and after that, Zhu Yue took revenge on her.

Seeing this Saber's simple and innocent smile, Shirou felt more guilty for his Altria.

"Excuse me, Assassin." At this time, Saber put down the hamburger in his hand, looked at Shirou, and asked: "You are in your world. Are you the'my' knight of that world?"

"Why do you ask?" Shi Lang asked with interest.

Saber said, "You are a little too close to me."

"Oh? Is it really worthy of the intuition of the same individual? Well, I really have a very close relationship with the other "you"." Shi Lang laughed.

"What kind of "me" is the "me" of your world?" Saber asked with some interest.

Shirou thought for a while and commented: "A person who will hurt himself."

Saber is strange, what kind of evaluation is this?

However, since Assassin said so, then this Assassin is probably a knight who is loyal to that world, right?

Saber guessed so in his heart.

After a pause, Saber looked at Shirou and said with a serious face: "Assassin, although I don't know how you are related to the "me" of that world, I must get the Holy Grail. So, wait until the faction war. At the end, I will not show mercy to your men."

Saber looked down at the burger in his arms, and said seriously, "I won't be bought by your food."

"Don't worry, I have no plan to buy King Arthur with food. After the faction battle is over, I will have the strength to see the truth." Shilang smiled and said: "There are more places to eat quickly, there are several areas to the east. Not finished searching."

Saber nodded, then continued to eat the burger in his hand, showing a happy smile.

This time, she felt that she was indeed turning around.

Compared with the previous experience of being summoned, this time he was summoned, whether it was opponents, teammates, or masters, they were all more reliable and enlightened people.

Shirou is a more reliable person.

At least, he thinks he is relatively reliable, and will give priority to completing the task, and then talk about other things.

However, when passing by a harp shop on the First Commercial Street in the East District, he couldn't help but stop.

"What's the matter, Assassin?" Saber couldn't help asking strangely as he looked at Shirou who had stopped.

"No, no... nothing."

Shi Lang shook his head, but he couldn't help looking at the harp in the harp shop, the third harp in the top row of the second window.

The soul of the great musician told him that it was a good violin.

It made him a little bit unable to suppress his own musical breath from the depths of his soul.

Shiro has always considered himself a very talented musician. He had practiced some musical instruments before crossing. Among them, he had the most feeling for the harp.

In Camelot's time, when he plucked the strings, even the sad knight Tristan would dance with joy with a smile on his face.

It's not that he is boasting. Compared to other talents, Shirou feels that he is definitely the most talented in music.

It's a pity that Camelot was busy with business during the development period and didn't have much time to play the piano. After coming back, he adjusted to the times and didn't play much music.

Of course, the most important thing is that he did not find a violin that suits him.

A suitable piano is to a musician what a suitable sword is to a swordsman.

Only if you have a piano that suits you can you give full play to your true strength. If you don't have a suitable piano, it's better not to play.

Shirou thought so.

But he has never found such a harp, but right now, his musician's soul tells him that the harp is definitely suitable for his existence.

As for asking why, because he couldn't help but want to play a song.

"Are you all right, Assassin?" Saber asked, frowning.

"Ah, ah...no, it's okay, Saber." Shirou shook his head, then his eyes moved to the harp and said, "I, I just..."

Just halfway through the conversation, Shi Lang's brow furrowed, his originally soft eyes condensed, somewhat sharp.

Not only that, even Saber's face gradually became serious.

"I have a not-so-good premonition...do you feel anything, Assassin?" Saber asked.

Shi Lang stretched out his foot, chopped the ground, and said, "Underground."

Just now, the Shirou who was addicted to the harp suddenly felt that he [Evil Flower] had absorbed a larger mass of [Evil], and the direction was underground.

There is no doubt that this may be a follower who has mixed into the city of Tolifas.