Still under the blue sky, an open carriage and a knight on a horse rank together.


    It was a tall man in a very expensive robe and a strange mask that looked like an April Fool''s day or Halloween; And the knight who ranked first was a blonde, tied a small ponytail, dressed in casual short clothes, shorts and open coat, with a smell of small gangsters.


    The two are a little out of tune.


    They are flying mice and Mordred.


    The carriage is brand-new. It was replaced not long ago. Although it is OK for ordinary luggage to be packed in an unlimited backpack, it seems suspicious to take nothing on a long-distance trip. By the way, the first carriage was accidentally burned by the dragon''s breath grenade when fighting the dragon, and the last one was damaged by Mordred who wanted to change his riding taste.


    Thinking of that, the flying mouse was still a little sad. The Graeme horse matched with the carriage was also damaged, because Mordred took the inorganic horse as a real horse. Unfortunately, the operation method is different. Now the reason why flying rats beat Graeme with a whip is just pretending to make outsiders look normal.


    And why did the flying mouse travel with Mordred? Well, time goes back to the time when the two meet in the dead field——


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    "The ruler of death? What a big name. What''s the matter with the name of ''flying mouse''?" Mordred carried the big sword on his shoulder and looked at the skeleton face in front of him with strange eyes.


    "It''s just a way to introduce yourself on this continent, don''t you know?" asked the flying mouse.


    Because there are many races in the central mainland, when necessary, they will tell the race name at the first meeting to show a certain position. The "ruler of death" and the "dark night dead magician" look similar but completely different undead. The flying mouse just wants to show that he is not a companion with the "king of shadow" killed by Mordred.


    In fact, it''s really not a companion. Flying rats just live here by force because they are much higher than the king of shadow.


    "Oh, there''s this Convention? I haven''t met anyone who can talk."


    "It seems that you haven''t been in this world for a long time." the flying mouse noticed the clue and said in an experienced tone that he had practiced for a long time. "There is no object to talk to. It must be around here."


    "Well, when you wake up, you are surrounded by a group of guys similar to your face."


    Mordred naturally entered the usual dialogue. The feeling given to her by the flying mouse was different from what she had seen before, and different from the undead who rarely had reason but showed an evil atmosphere without concealing it; The clothes and equipment made her think of the negative tone of a flower magician. It should be a magician, but there was no magic girl atmosphere like Morgan she hated in her life. There was a sense of simplicity.


    Moreover, Mordred is confident in her strength. This distance will not be lost to the skeleton magician in front of her. Her stupid ancestral intuition is generally very effective.


    After listening to what Mordred said casually, the flying mouse nodded slightly: "well, the situation is like this. Can you tell us the situation before you cross?"


    What Mordred briefly said later disappointed the flying mouse. It turned out that it was not a "Yggdrasil" player, but this is also important information. Is it because there are often all kinds of walkers in the world.


    Flying mouse also told Mordred something about himself, but it didn''t reveal his true identity, but the identity and experience in "Yggdrasil". For him, it was the second life, and the poor social animals in the first life were difficult to talk about in front of the "only orthodox heir" who claimed to be King Arthur.


    Worried about Mordred''s disbelief, the flying mouse also took out album photos, such as the photos of sulut, the king of the burning giant, and the photos after the crusade.


    Mordred was skeptical at first. Sulut, that''s God. There''s too much difference. It''s ridiculous. It is conceivable that all kinds of heroes, gods, dead and resentful spirits who came into the world in the Holy Grail War had a wrong balance of strength due to various reasons. At first, she asked the Royal Lord lion robbery, but the result was that "this is a distorted Holy Grail War, and anything can happen". This flawless and "grateful" answer made her scold, She thought that she didn''t understand this thing anyway. Since it had nothing to do with the myth itself, the Crusade should also be some form of projection or separation of the present world, so.


    "But you can really command such a monster group," said Mordred, looking at the group photo of the members of the guild "ANZ ur Gong".


    "Ah, it is precisely because we have gathered such members, the people of ANZ ur Gong, that we can complete such an adventure. After all, looking at me, there is no way to defeat the king of the burning giant who wields such a powerful flame magic sword."


    Mordred: "but according to what you said, you are not so much a leader as a peacemaker?"


    "Ah, really." the flying mouse couldn''t help remembering that ulbert and Tajimi often quarreled in the guild. Whether to give priority to the crusade against the king of the inflamed giant also happened at that time.


    "What about you next?"


    "Me? I think my business is famous enough... I don''t know because the world is different?" Mordred was a little unhappy about revisiting his black history.


    "Celtic myth, I still know." flying mouse is a heavy online game player. "Yggdrasil" also integrates various system myths. Flying mouse has dabbled for reference.


    "Just, you''re a girl." the flying mouse couldn''t help but stop it before spitting out "is it a once popular role Niang".


    Mordred''s mood suddenly dropped to the freezing point: "don''t let me hear it for the second time." it was a cold look and tone full of killing intention.


    "... sorry, sorry. It won''t happen again." the flying mouse immediately raised his hand and surrendered.


    "Forgive you. Don''t talk about this again in the future. Remember it for me."


    "OK, no problem." the flying mouse feels that even in reality, there will be such people occasionally. For some reasons, there are more ambiguous gender in the game. The flying mouse, who is the president of the game as a social animal, knows how to get along with such people.


    Then the flying mouse continued: "what I want to ask is, didn''t you betray? And claim to be the only orthodox heir?"


    Mordred blushed: "yes, I did rebel, but I surpassed the soul light king in terms of swordsmanship and political means, didn''t I? But the guy didn''t recognize me because of my identity! So I betrayed him and sent him on the road."


    (to be continued)