I'm really not an old sword

"it is good."

As he responded, both of them felt that there was a thread connecting them.

Linglongguan Misaya only felt a burning sensation on the back of her hand.

Looking down, I saw three red command seals of sword-wielding angels on the back of my hand, and my heart was finally at ease.

"nice!"

The moment the connection was established, a steady stream of magic power was transmitted into Mordred's body, quickly replenishing the magic power that he had previously used to move freely.

That was enough magic power for him to maintain the level of free movement at all times.

Although Mordred didn't know much about magic, he knew from the knowledge he gained from the Holy Grail that those who could do this were definitely top-level magicians, which was definitely enough for him to have a good time fighting with other heroic spirits.

"Oh, stepmother, what should we do? Let's go find that bastard and kill him! I let him run away just now because I couldn't bear to waste my magic power. This time I will definitely..."

"Shut up! Idiot, is there anything else on your mind besides fighting and killing?"

Are you sure you are not my biological mother?

"First confirm where this place is and what happened."

"Open the door for me."

Mordred looked at the closed door in front of him and then at Linglongguan Misayo who had a cold expression on her face.

You are definitely my biological mother, right?

"Why don't you go quickly?"

"Good Le!"

Hearing Misaya's dissatisfied voice, Mordred picked up his sword, walked up the stairs, and kicked the door.

Listening to the panicked screams inside and the steady footsteps behind him, Mordred grinned.

"It seems that Dad's vision is not always so bad."

Chapter 24: El-Melloi II of the Holmes Family

"During the reign of Queen Victoria, in Whitechapel, East London, there were serial murders..."

After questioning, Linglongguan Misaya asked Modred to knock out the original resident of the house and throw him into the basement.

She stood by the window where they had just been looking at her, observing the street scene.

It was a dark night and the streets were filled with thick white fog, which was lighter than before, but it was still difficult to see the houses across the street.

"Jack the Ripper."

Once you become a magician, you are no longer an ordinary person.

Take the present for example. If an ordinary woman suddenly travels through time and finds herself in London at the end of the 19th century, and hears that Jack the Ripper is wreaking havoc, she will definitely think of finding ways to escape from London.

But Linglongguan Misaya was thinking about how to find Jack the Ripper. She had a hunch that the reason she traveled through time must be related to Jack the Ripper.

"Holmes?"

Linglong Pavilion Misaya suddenly thought of Lin Qingsu.

Lately, after torturing her, he'd often lean against the bedside, reading "The Adventures of Sherlock Holmes." His only unnecessary words were, "You're supporting me anyway, and I have nothing better to do after sword practice." She, exhausted from the torment, couldn't bring herself to say, "Fuck me!" She could only tolerate his humiliating behavior.

Although Sherlock Holmes is a fictional character and Jack the Ripper was real.

But since Mordred has appeared, it means that this is also a Holy Grail War. It is not impossible that a legendary figure like Sherlock Holmes, who has become a household name and even many people believe to be a real person, can be transformed into a real person and summoned as a heroic spirit.

"They say the fog will clear during the day."

Mordred took off his armor and changed into the landlord's clothes. He squatted on the ground bored, pulling the pet cat's tail and swinging it back and forth for fun. The bad-tempered cat was so obedient in his hands that it didn't even dare to make a sound.

"Where are we going to go then, stepmother? I'm so bored. I want to chop someone down."

You can look for Sherlock Holmes, but you can't put your hopes on a non-existent person. You can't just go to Baker Street and look for clues in the police station.

After making a plan, Linglongguan Misaye raised her eyes again, her head suddenly felt dizzy and her vision blurred. She couldn't help but hold her forehead.

"It's time to rest."

Yesterday, she was tormented by that bastard Lin Qingsu all night long. After that, he continued to read a book. She was so angry that she accompanied him to read for a while. After she finally finished reading a story, she went to sleep. However, she was woken up by a phone call from his subordinates before she slept for a while, and then she ended up in this place inexplicably.

"I'll take a nap. Call me when it's daybreak."

"Oh."

Misaya from Linglong Pavilion was resting on the bed with her clothes on.

She was so tired that even though Mordred made some noises while teasing the cat, she fell into a deep sleep as soon as she closed her eyes.

Linglong Pavilion Misaya had a dream.

She dreamed that after finishing her work at the company, she returned home with Lin Qingsu. After helping her mother deal with the relatives and outsiders who came to pay New Year's greetings, she woke up in the middle of the night with a headache. She wanted to ask the maid to prepare some hot water, but no matter how she called, there was no response.

No matter where you are, there will always be two maids on standby outside the door every night.

However, this unreasonable scene did not arouse much suspicion from Linglongguan Misaya. There was no logic in dreams. Seeing that no one answered, she left the bedroom alone without thinking and planned to get some water to drink.

Then he walked illogically to the door of his mother's room, which was opposite the living room.

The sound insulation effect of Linglongguan is very good.

Even if she was standing at the door, she wouldn't be able to hear anything unless someone shouted loudly, but she could clearly hear a strange sound from inside that was being suppressed with great effort.

She opened the door...

"Hey, stepmother? Stepmother!"

Misaya of Linglong Pavilion opened her eyes full of murderous intent.

"What?!"

Mordred was startled. The murderous expression made him think he had seen his biological mother, and his tone was a little weak.

"Um, that's right, it's dawn. Yes, it's dawn. Stepmother, didn't you ask me to call you when it's dawn?"

Linglongguan Misaya turned her head and looked out the window.

The sky was noticeably brighter, and the streets and alleys were filled with the brightness that only appeared during the day, but the area outside the window was still filled with thick white fog, which was only illuminated, making visibility slightly higher.

"When will the fog clear?"

"You're asking me this...?"

"You won't ask them?!"

"oh oh."

Looking at Mordred's back as he ran into the house happily, Linglongguan Misayo held her forehead.

Recalling the dream just now, she did not see the scene in the house, but just by listening to her mother's screams of pleasure and pain that seemed to be blocked, she and Lin Qingsu, who had been through many battles, understood what was going on inside.

"Is it a dream?"

Just as she was thinking irritably, Mordred came running back happily.

"They say the fog will clear at daybreak."

"Dawn?"

Linglong Pavilion Misaya glanced out the window, and no matter how hard she looked, it was already daybreak.

"Is it starting to get weird?"

Linglong Pavilion Misaya stood up and said, "Let's go."

"Are we finally leaving?" Mordred asked excitedly, "Where are we going, stepmother?"

"Baker Street."

......

Originally, Linglongguan Misaye didn't hold much hope, she just wanted to ask for more detailed information along the way.

But what she didn't expect was that she actually found out that there was a person named "Sherlock Holmes" in Baker Street.

"Hello, I'm looking for Mr. Holmes."

The person who opened the door was an old woman in her fifties. Holmes had indeed rented a house from an old woman as he had learned on the way.

"Oh, he's not at home now. Is there something wrong?"

Linglong Pavilion Misaya was a little disappointed and asked politely, "When can he come back?"

"I don't know either. I was at home last night and there weren't any cases. I should be back soon."

Glancing at Linglongguan Misaya, who looked like a wealthy young lady, the landlady said in a friendly manner, "Why don't you sit in my living room for a while? I have two guests looking for him..."

As she spoke, the old woman sighed as if she remembered something.

"Look at my memory."

"A gentleman who calls himself Webber Velvet says to mention him if anyone comes looking for Holmes, as he may be someone who knows him. Do you know him?"

Linglong Pavilion Misaya was startled for a moment, then her tone slightly quickened as she spoke: "I know him, where is he now?"

"In my living room. I'll take you to see the gentleman."

Following the old woman to the door on the right side of the first floor, she pushed it open and saw the man sitting on the sofa.

The man was probably in his thirties, with three-dimensional features and long hair. He was a handsome man. Linglongguan Misaya suddenly remembered that he seemed to have the title of "the person that the girls in the Clock Tower most wanted to mate with."

However, unlike Lin Qingsu's title of "Young Lady Killer" which she earned with real guns and bullets, his title is still just a passive "wish".

However, this does not prevent Linglongguan Misaya from thinking that he is a bit effeminate.

Especially in the cool late autumn, he would put on a coat and shiver while warming himself by the fire. She couldn't bear to watch this scene.

The old woman said cheerfully, "Are you feeling warmer?"

"Thank you for your hospitality, ma'am. It's much warmer now."

Weber politely stood up to thank her, and then saw Linglongguan Misaya standing at the door behind her.

"teacher."

Linglongguan Misaya nodded as a greeting and walked into the house.

Weber smiled and was about to say something when he saw the blond man walking in behind her and was slightly startled.

"Arthur?"

"You know my dad too?"

Mordred scratched his head and thought to himself, it's been almost two thousand years since my time, how come everyone knows my father?

“I’ve had the pleasure of meeting and working with him a few times,” Weber explained.

Seeing that Weber didn't want to talk, Linglongguan Misaya explained in a 'thoughtful' way.

"He participated in the Holy Grail War. His Servant risked his life to hold back the mad Berserker, allowing your father to use his Noble Phantasm to kill him."

"That..."

Mordred looked at the petite cloaked figure sitting beside him with her head lowered and holding a birdcage, looking eager to try.

"Are you going to kill them?"

"Being not."

What do you mean by temporarily unused?!

The old woman didn't understand their conversation. She smiled and said a few words. After preparing tea and snacks for Misaya and Modred, she said, "I'm going to go out for a walk. You two can chat slowly." She left the room that belonged to her.

After the old woman left, Linglong Pavilion Misaya ordered, "Go and protect her."

"Then stepmother, please be careful."

Mordred was already a little uncomfortable with the old woman's enthusiasm. Seeing that his stepmother had given the order, he glanced at the cloaked woman curled up in the corner and exchanged a glance with Misaya. When he saw her nod, he put down the half-eaten sweetheart and followed her out.

Waver couldn't help but smile as he watched Misaya give orders with a cold expression.

She was warmly received by the old woman. Seeing that she didn't want to disturb their conversation and left home, she was worried that she might be in danger if she went out and asked Mordred to protect her closely. It seems that she is not as cold as she appears.

If Lin Qingsu heard Weber's thoughts, he would definitely agree with them. He had personally experienced that the night at Linglong Pavilion was actually the warmest.