Chapter 902：

"Do you know him?" Jeanne asked with a look of surprise.

Shilang nodded, and said, "I know something."

Joan admired: "It is true that he is the king who dominates the whole world."

"It's over." Shi Lang shook his head and said.

Dominate everything?

Is Mr. Fujimaru a king-like hero?

Matthew looked at Shi Lang.

Joan said solemnly: "François Prellatti is a heresy of the church of my time, and he is also a black magician who has obtained forbidden knowledge from the immemorial god. Described, I think it is likely to be him."

Shi Lang frowned.

Primordial Cthulhu...

What this is, don't need to mention it, it is the evil **** of the Cthulhu mythology.

"If the Red Caster were him, even if I gave up the principle of being a Ruler, I would definitely kill him by myself!" Jeanne clenched her fists and said angrily.

"You seem to hate this man, Joan."

Shi Lang looked at Joan with a surprised face, so angry, just reading the name, she exuded a murderous Joan, not like that soft sheep.

Joan said: "The reason why I was captured and burned to death was because of him! I admit that I hate him, but I will not kill him for it. But because François Prellatti was A Cthulhu cultist through and through. If he appears in this Holy Grail battle, I am afraid his purpose is to let the Cthulhu descend."

Shi Lang nodded, then raised his head and looked at the dark ring standing in the sky.

If the Red Caster is indeed François Prellatti, is he related to the connection point of this world?

Or...

The [Parliament] that Romani said?

Chapter 52 Actually I'm not a dull [second more]

Just as the three of Shiro entered the city of Vaasa, a chartered plane from London was slowly landing on the runway at the Henry Coanda International Airport in Bucharest, the capital of Romania.

Although the same breeze is blowing, the dry breeze in Romania is clearly incomparable with the wet and cold foggy London. Grey raised her head and looked at the morning sun, feeling a relief in her heart.

"This is Romania, it's really a foreign country I've never been to before."

Although I had a certain understanding through photos and so on before I came here, after experiencing it personally, Grey couldn't help but admire again.

It's not just the mood that feels relaxed.

This time she pretended to be a tourist, so she was not wearing the team uniform that she usually wore in Chaldea, but the usual clothes that were as close to ordinary people as possible. Although she only put on flat boots and knee-length skirts, it also gave her the feeling of being reborn, and she moved freely and easily.

"How does the first trip on the plane feel, Your Highness?" Grey got off the plane first and asked the Servant who was about to step on the ground following behind.

"M... nothing special. Boring than imagined." Servant sighed and said.

This should be true. Because Grey found that the look in the Servant's glaze pupils was unexpectedly calm.

"It's a pity...I thought you would be pleasantly surprised, Your Highness." Grey sighed, and said disappointedly.

"M...Grey, you don't think of me as a primitive, do you?"

Servant frowned, a dissatisfied expression on his face, but Gray sent a gentle smile.

Because I contacted the clock tower of this world in advance, I had to go through the immigration formalities very quickly, and then I was only a few steps away from walking to the lobby, and the rest should be resolved quickly.

However, every step they take, almost a lot of people will look at them.

There is no other way. The faces of the two are almost exactly the same, like sisters.

"Why are they looking at me, Grey?" Servant asked strangely, "Is there a problem with my clothes?"

"I think your Royal Highness is too beautiful." Grey said with a smile.

The Servant next to her has the same face as her, about sixteen years old, wearing a white dress, like a blooming lily, eye-catching.

Her beauty is different from the gorgeousness of ordinary women, and she exudes a kind of awe-inspiring and solemn temperament. Perhaps, she can only describe her temperament as refined. With her thin body, fair skin, and pure artist-like pure temperament, anyone who sees her will sincerely admire her beauty.

"M... go and meet little Marshall first, Grey." Servant said.

"Yeah." Grey nodded and said, "I have already located the location before the last contact. In Vassar, I hope there will be no accidents."

Grey took the Servant out of the airport with a worried look.

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Shirou and the three entered the city of Vasha while communicating.

After yesterday's uproar, the city of Washa was still in chaos.

The city center was a ruined wall, and it looked as if it had been ravaged by Ultraman and the big monster, which was shocking.

In the battle yesterday, Shi Lang ate the nine huge monsters raised by the Red Caster, but did not kill the Red Caster and let him escape. The most important thing is that Shirou has no way to retrieve his existence.

However, this time with Joan of Arc here, it would be different.

【Revelation】……

I can only say that this skill is really too BUG.

It is the intuition of the enemy world, you can choose the most suitable road during the journey, and finally reach the destination. It can be said to be applicable to all things related to the achievement of goals. However, the activation of this ability is groundless, so there is no way to explain it to others, and it seems like a mess in the eyes of others.

At least, at this moment, Joan of Arc wandered around east and west, like a second uncle taking a walk, making the Shilang and Matthew behind her a little confused.

However, Shi Lang knew that this ability existed, so he dragged Matthew to follow and said nothing.

The city of Vasa has been devastated by the Red Caster and has become very weird.

Those believers who had witnessed the monster did not disperse. Instead, they knelt down among the ruins of the city center, praying for their vice-master and Pingtai.

Shiro didn't say anything about this, his attitude was actually the same as Spartacus's normal thinking, only extending a helping hand to those who have a sense of self-help. And this kind of religious matter, he didn't want to take care of it at all.

However, this inspired Joan's fighting spirit.

Earlier, Shirou had talked about the sect of Vassar to Joan. At that time, she looked a little bit angry, like a vindicator going to the battlefield.

And at the moment...