I'm really not an old sword

After all, no matter how powerful they are, what can they do to her?

I can't beat you, but can you still kill me? Lululu, I just like to see you hate me but can't kill me. As long as you can't kill me, I will keep looking for opportunities to make fun of you~ Do you have any solution? No way!

This is the reason why she wants to play with Joan of Arc and Arthur.

But not only could she not defeat Morgan and Merlin, they actually had ways to kill her or even make her unable to live or die!

"I'm just curious about him, I mean absolutely no harm!"

Francesca felt like her face was about to be stepped on, but she didn't dare to say a word, not even to get angry. Instead, she had to smile!

Where can I find justice in this?!

Don't be angry, don't be angry. Compared to my life, this is nothing. Besides, it's my honor to have the princess step on my face... Damn it! Morgan, and Merlin, one day when I have the sword in my hand, I will settle all the grudges, both new and old!

"You must believe me!" Francesca wanted to cry but had no tears. She was afraid that crying would make the witch angry and she would catch her and torture her, so she could only keep hypnotizing herself in her heart.

I don’t know how long I was stepped on, but my face suddenly felt relaxed.

"I'll keep an eye on you."

Francesca tentatively asked, "Then I'll leave now?"

"No, do what you were doing."

"what?"

"But if I get bored, I'll have fun with you."

"Yes!" Francesca trembled and shouted hurriedly, "I will try my best!"

"I hope you won't disappoint me."

Morgan chuckled and walked out of the room.

Francesca lay on the ground, rubbing her little face which was numb from being stepped on, wanting to cry but unable to.

She was good at finding fun. The fun in Snowfield City and the fun that was about to happen in London were both very interesting. She wasn't worried about boring Morgan, but suddenly she was being targeted by two of the few guys she couldn't afford to offend...

"What the hell is this?!!!"

Chapter 21 Mordred: Stepmother?

A carriage slowly drove along the lane towards London.

"teacher?"

Sakura Matou, who was sitting respectfully on the side, looked up in the direction of London as if she sensed something.

She could sense a very familiar aura.

London seemed to be doing the same thing as what Fuyuki "Kurozakura" did that day. No, at that time, the weak "she" only pulled Lin Qingsu and Tohsaka Rin into her time and space, but now London seemed to have been completely pulled into another dimension.

Thinking about Morgan's reason for coming, she was still a little panicked. Wondering if Lin Qingsu's identity was exposed, Matou Sakura understood that the teacher didn't want her to get involved in this matter. She breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately became panicked again.

"Teacher, my senior..."

Morgan opened his eyes and looked at her, and Sakura Matou felt even more guilty.

As an apprentice, he knew the relationship between his teacher and his brother but did not tell her after knowing it.

Matou Sakura didn't know whether she should say it or not.

Although Morgan didn't punish her on weekdays, she was very afraid of her. She always felt that her master was very scary and would be punished horribly if she angered him. But when she thought of her brother, who was now so weak that he couldn't even beat "herself", being locked up by a guy who might be even more terrifying than Kuroyura, Matou Sakura didn't care about that anymore.

"Senior, he is..."

"I know." Morgan suddenly said lightly.

Matou Sakura was startled and became even more anxious: "Then why didn't you save him, Master? He is now..."

"So how does he grow?"

Sakura Matou had nothing to say, but she was very anxious.

Morgan was also a little annoyed.

If allowed, she would be very happy to capture him and lock him up on the island as a canary - she was not joking with Lin Qingsu at the time - she didn't care whether he could grow up or not, as long as he was hers, it was enough.

But she wasn't the only one watching him now.

......

The streets and alleys of London were filled with an impenetrable fog.

Even with Lin Qingsu's eyesight enhanced by the "Dragon Heart", visibility was less than a few meters, and the range of perception was compressed to the extreme by the thick fog.

The streets and alleys were filled with pedestrians who had suddenly fainted.

The vehicles seemed to have stalled at the same time, and no collision occurred. The drivers, passengers, and passers-by all looked peaceful, as if they were asleep. However, this strange and quiet scene frightened even Lin Qingsu, who had died countless times.

He really wanted to find someone to accompany him.

He groped his way back home without encountering any enemies. When he finally arrived home, Lin Qingsu only found a letter.

"Was he taken away by Morgan?"

The letter was left by Sakura Matou.

The handwriting was not yet dry. It was written by Ying not long ago. The letter said that her master suddenly came and took her away for something, and she was sorry that she could not accompany him back.

Seeing this, Lin Qingsu felt relieved a lot.

Toosaka Rin and Ayaka returned to Japan a few days ago, and Matou Sakura has also left. The only person he needs to rescue now is Linglongkan Misayo. Although he still has no idea where to rescue her, the fewer people in danger the better.

"Let's go to the clock tower and take a look."

Lin Qingsu really didn't expect that someone could cause such a big thing in the Magic Association's headquarters.

"Is that Rafe?"

Lin Qingsu couldn't understand.

Although the strength of the Clock Tower is unclear, it is an organization that has been passed down for thousands of years. How could it allow the other party to tamper with its base so easily? Even if the person who did it might be the Demon Pillar, isn't it a bit too weak?

"Although I didn't have any expectations for them in the first place."

When Lin Qingsu reached the ancient street near the clock tower, she suddenly heard the sounds of fighting and monsters roaring.

"Is there someone?" Lin Qingsu was startled and quickened his pace.

As we got closer, the roaring became clearer and clearer, as if it came from some irrational creature, and the sound of fighting was much quieter in comparison.

Thick fog not only blocks vision and isolates magic, but also weakens hearing.

"Who is there?"

Soon after the words fell, a brilliant blue light suddenly appeared in the fog, and then a slightly hurried light suddenly approached.

Lin Qingsu saw a tall brown-haired woman with a blindfold and holding a spiritual spear rushing out of the fog and grabbing his hand.

He glanced at Lin Qingsu, then held Lin Qingsu's hand with his empty left hand.

"Come with me!"

Lin Qingsu, who was thinking about getting rid of the enemy behind her, was caught off guard and was pulled and staggered a few steps.

A withered humanoid monster jumped out of the thick fog.

The brown-haired woman twisted her slender waist and swung her spear. A line of blood appeared on the neck of the humanoid monster, and the body was separated. But what was horrifying was that it was still staring at the two people after death, and its limbs were crawling towards them in a crawling posture.

"Ghoul?"

Seeing countless roars approaching in the thick fog, the man was still standing there, looking at the monster on the ground with great interest.

The brown-haired woman was anxious.

The incident happened suddenly and she had no time to think about his abnormality. This was the only human being she had ever seen. Whether it was to find out the truth behind the thick fog or the pity for life in her heart, she could not let her abandon this seemingly dull and stupid man.

"Come with me!"

She grabbed Lin Qingsu's arm and ran in the direction where Lin Qingsu came from.

Lin Qingsu was stunned for a moment and wanted to ask something, but after thinking about it, she closed her mouth.

The fog was too thick and he couldn't see the other person's face clearly, but he probably didn't know him.

He only knew magicians and ordinary people, and had never met a woman who could use a spear. Since she was not someone he knew, even though she looked like a good person, Lin Qingsu still felt that it was always right to always be a little suspicious and wary of others.

He ran along with the brown-haired woman until the roar of the zombies behind him disappeared, and then the brown-haired woman let him go.

The spear in his hand disappeared.

She was completely leaning against the wall, her forehead covered with beads of sweat from weakness, and she was bent over and gasping for breath.

"you..."

After taking a few breaths and recovering a little from her fatigue, she turned to look at the strange man behind her and was about to ask him if he was injured.

But she found that the young man was looking at her leisurely.

She had never seen such an Asian man before. His black eyes carefully examined her from head to toe, making her feel completely naked and exposed. There was curiosity and scrutiny in his eyes, but no fear of danger.

"who are you?!"

As the brown-haired woman spoke, she suddenly thought of something and her beautiful eyes widened in surprise.

Why isn't he sweating at all?!

She used the necromancy technique to guide some of the abilities of the heroic spirits to strengthen her body. Although it was far inferior to that of the heroic spirits, it was still far beyond the reach of humans. But even so, even she felt extremely tired while running all the way while being chased by monsters.

She had been vigilant the entire time, yet he hadn't noticed any fluctuations in his magic power. He had clearly been keeping up with her solely relying on his physical fitness. Even an athlete would feel tired after running this long and fast, but he hadn't even taken a breath?!

Thinking of this, the brown-haired woman became more and more frightened. She stepped back repeatedly and directly bumped into the wall.

"Have you finally discovered it?"

Seeing the genuine panic and vigilance in the other person's eyes, Lin Qingsu smiled kindly.

"But the situation now seems to be that I have the upper hand, so I should be the one asking the questions and you answering them."

"So, I ask you, who are you?"

......

"here it is?"

Linglongguan Misaya felt a darkness before her eyes.

When I opened my eyes again, the crackling sound of the fire in the fireplace and the sound of wind and snow outside the window had disappeared.

Opening her eyes and looking at the surrounding environment, Linglongguan Misaya frowned deeply.

She was on a street that looked run-down to her eyes.

There are two-story houses on both sides. The architectural style is British, but quite old, and seems to be a relic from the beginning of the last century - this can be found in many cities in Britain, but it is impossible to appear in London.

It was night, and the air was covered with a light mist.

“The air quality is very poor.”

There was no one on the street, and only a few of the buildings on both sides had lights on.

The sky was overcast, and the only light on the street was the candles in the windows and the mist.

Linglongguan Misaya thought for a while, picked a house with a light on, and knocked on the door.

There were footsteps coming from the second-floor window. Misaya from Linglong Pavilion looked up and saw a woman who looked quite old standing there. Judging from her expression, Misaya was probably in her early twenties, but because of her life, she looked a little old, like she was in her thirties.

Standing by the window, she looked at her several times. Just when Misaya thought she was going to go downstairs to open the door, she hurriedly turned off the lights and pulled the curtains with a panicked look on her face.

"?"

Linglongguan Misaya frowned slightly, did not knock on the door again, but walked to other residents.

He knocked on a few more doors. Some people went to the window to check, some were men and some were women, but most of them turned off the lights immediately after hearing the knocks. Some even heard the sound of heavy objects being dragged, as if blocking the door.

"Is there something wrong with them, or do they think there's something wrong with me?"

There was too little information for Linglongguan Misaya to analyze it clearly, but she could confirm one thing.

"I've traveled to Britain in the late 19th century."

People's clothing styles and living conditions are clearly from the last century.

As a magician, Misaya didn't seem too surprised by the sudden time travel, but...