Chapter 1950：

I hope there will be no more magic pigs, I really can't move.

Shiro thought helplessly.

After excluding [evil] and the external forces of the invisible vortex, Shilang truly realized how fragile a human body was.

After being chased by the soldiers of the Eternal Empire for a long time, swimming in the river for another day, and being blown by the evening wind, I was hungry to death... This is a miracle that this ordinary body without any **** blood, dragon blood has not collapsed. .

Shilang didn't go to get meat to eat, this lioness, not his own Altria, would protect the food, he didn't want to be pressed on the ground again.

However, I didn't expect to fall into this kind of field.

Still in this British land.

Really...

It's a little uncomfortable.

So sleepy, so cold... If you fall asleep now, you probably won't report to the Heroic Seat, right?

Thinking of this, he slowly closed his eyes, his nose suddenly smelled of meat, Shi Lang opened his eyes and saw a few more skewers in front of him.

"This is..."

"Huh? Don't you eat it?" Altria shook the meat skewers in her hand. "If you don't eat it, I will eat it all by myself."

"No," Shi Lang took it over: "I'm just wondering, Miss Altria Witch, actually let me eat."

"Huh?" A flash of displeasure flashed in Altria's holy blue eyes, "Fujimaru Shirou, what do you think of me?"

What do you think of you?

Does this need to be asked?

Foodie, lioness, food protection, violent maniac, mental boy, poor airport, children **** parallel peers...

"I, I am the first human witch of Avalon, the sister of the Holy Apostle Morgan Lefy. She is both excellent in character and learning, impartial and selfless. The light of talent and personality makes the sun ashamed and the moon intoxicated."

Shiro: "..."

Sure enough, he is a spiritual guy.

"Although I am still a trainee witch, I will definitely become an excellent witch of the Holy Apostle like my sister in the future!" Altria said unhappily, "In the face of such an excellent me, you actually slandered me very selfishly. Eating alone? This insult, I have truly received it!"

"Um... I fully understand your bright and upright qualities. I am sorry for my defamation of your abdomen. But I have to remind you that cold meat is not tasty."

Shi Lang felt that it was better not to mess with this spiritual guy. This spiritual guy and the Holy Apostle of Pendragon are sisters, so there may be hidden S-factors in the body like the Holy Apostle of Pendragon, so don't mess with it.

Hearing this, Altria hurriedly stuffed the meat into her mouth, her cheeks bulged in an instant, like a hamster.

"Just forgive this time, next time I will turn you into a frog."

Can the mouthful of meat stop your mouth? Shi Lang smiled and shook his head.

After eating the meat, Altria picked up the staff and moved towards the ground a little bit. The magic power stirred. In an instant, the dirt and trees on the ground rolled and automatically formed a rather delicate wooden house.

Brightly lit!

"When I'm full, I'm going to sleep..."

Altria stretched into the library, and after a while, she opened the door again, looked at the motionless Shirou, and asked suspiciously: "Aren't you cold or sleepy, Fujimaru Shirou?"

"It's cold. Sleepy."

"Then what are you doing there? Come in!"

"... Isn't that great?"

"What's wrong?"

Altria looked at Shirou, with doubts in those holy blue eyes.

Shirou understood that although it was not the same individual and had many different personalities, Altria was Altria, the eyes were the same clear, and the heart was the same lawful and kind.

"Then bother."

Shi Lang entered the cabin made by Altria. The exterior of the cabin looked exquisite, and the inside was extremely exquisite.

The rooms are well divided, gorgeously decorated, and there are small tables and coffee, not like a temporary wooden house, but like a well-decorated forest boudoir.

"The life of a witch is to be exquisite and elegant." Altria took a cup of coffee and said with a smile: "The exquisite life begins with the first cup of coffee after dinner."

Altria made a few quilts for Shi Lang, and said: "If there is anything missing, remember to tell me before I fall asleep."

"I see, thank you."

"Don't be so polite. Didn't you cook me some food? Although it only fills up 30%."

Well, this Altria is a pure pig and can't afford it.

"You cooked food for me, and I will provide you with a place to stay. This is the mutual assistance of travelers, it is a thank you gift." Altria said with a smile.

Shirou understood that the two were different. Compared to his own Altria, this witch's Altria was vigorous and energetic, like the sun.

After the night was late, Shirou lay on the bed and looked at the dark ceiling.

He stretched out his hand and pulled the ring of thorns on his head. It was like a natural organ, unable to pull it away.

"Will you always be sealed by this ring?"

Shi Lang frowned, this ring sealed all his abilities. If those abilities don't exist, he is not the eternal king, nor the star emperor, but just a traversing here, an ordinary traverser, exactly the same as ordinary humans in this world, and there is nothing special.

Oh no.

There is still something special, that is, he is in the [Akasha Records], there is no record.

This is natural, because he is a traverser, not a creation of [Akasha Record].

Because of this, Titis chose him, and the Lord of Relief looked at him, so he fell into an endless cycle of resetting.

In all the stories, crossing is a good thing. The protagonist who originally lived at the bottom of society has become a winner in another world because of crossing. However, for Shirou, the identity of the "traverser" is the true source of all his suffering.

Moreover, the identity of the traverser is useless to the Emperor of Heaven.

What does King Lidekuan mean by homophonic pan-human history?

That's the same type of thing as the Enlightened One’s [Reset], but compared to the Enlightened One’s [Reset], the same tone of the Emperor of Heaven is an out-and-out invasion and occupation.

At this moment, the island of Britain can be said to be an eternal empire, or it can be said that it exists in Chaldea, the British of pan-human history.